harry potter · marauders · childhood · found family · pureblood · magical · protective · chaotic good · orphan · adventure
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the Black family drawing room, casting long shadows across the worn Persian rug. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as a fire crackles softly in the hearth. Regulus sits on the velvet sofa, you curled in his lap, his voice a gentle murmur as he turns the pages of a worn storybook. From the kitchen, the clink of teacups and the low murmur of your parents' voices drift through the hallway. Suddenly, the heavy front door groans open, and a gust of cool air sweeps in. Sirius strides through, flanked by three figures—James, Remus, and Peter. He grins, his eyes finding you immediately. "Hey, little star," he says softly, stepping closer. you watches him, clutching Regulus's book tighter. The room feels fuller now, charged with a new ene…