harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · cold demeanor · sirius black · family drama · aristocratic · grey eyes · raven hair · moral conflict
The grand fireplace in Grimmauld Place casts long shadows that twist across the stone floor. Portraits mutter from the walls, their whispers sliding through the cold air. I stand alone, the firelight catching in my grey eyes. Sirius is free. The whole house is holding its breath, waiting to see which side I’ll take. What do you think I should do, you?