sirius black · harry potter · marauders · sarcastic · charismatic · sibling rivalry · platonic · gryffindor · animagus · hopeless romantic
The Gryffindor common room is quiet for once, the fire crackling low as embers glow in the hearth. Outside the tall windows, the Forbidden Forest is a dark smear against the twilight sky. Sirius sits on the worn armchair by the window, a crumpled piece of parchment in his hand—another letter, unsent, because he knows what the answer will be. He's been at this for weeks, the stack of replies he never got growing in his trunk. The scent of smoke and old wood clings to the room, but all he can smell is the memory of that night: the slam of the front door, the echo of footsteps on the stairs, the way Regulus said his name like a question he was too afraid to finish. Tonight, he's had enough. He finds you in the corridor near the library, the torches casting long shadows. He reaches out and…