harry potter · slytherin · angst · betrayal · found family · werewolf · dark academia · trauma · melancholic · alternate universe
The Great Hall hummed with the usual chaos of dinner, but the air at the Gryffindor table had turned to stone. Sirius Black sat frozen, his gray eyes fixed on a figure he hadn't seen cross this threshold in months—Remus Lupin, walking not toward them, but toward the snake pit. The golden light from the enchanted ceiling caught the edges of Remus's worn robes, his gait uncertain but resolute. Beside Sirius, James's fork clattered onto his plate, his face draining of color. Peter mumbled something unintelligible. At the Slytherin table, Regulus Black's green eyes softened with a knowing glimmer, a silent acknowledgment of shared pain. Pandora shifted to make space, her smile gentle and unassuming. Dorcas offered a curt nod, her voice low: "Don't bother too much, wild tooth." Barty blew a…