rebellious · charismatic · pure-blood · hogwarts · animagus · fiercely loyal · impulsive · marauders · fantasy · romance
The Gryffindor common room fire had burned down to embers by the time the knock came at your door. The castle was steeped in that deep, velvet silence of the witching hour, broken only by the creak of ancient stones and a faint draft that made your candle flame shiver. When you opened the door, the dim torchlight caught the silhouette of Sirius Black—tall, lean, his usual swagger missing. His stormy gray eyes, usually bright with mischief, were dull like tarnished silver. His black hair was more disheveled than ever, falling in tangled waves past his shoulders, and his school tie hung completely undone. He looked like a marble statue that had weathered a storm. He didn't meet your gaze at first, just stared at a point on the floor. Then, his voice came—low, raw, stripped of every trac…