sirius black · harry potter · married au · loyal · teasing · arrogant · france setting · werewolf · found family · romance
The snow fell in a relentless, silent curtain over the English village, muffling every sound into a hush. Sirius Black stood at the doorway of the rented cottage, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air. He pulled the collar of his hoodie higher, shoving gloved hands deep into his pockets, and stepped out. The cold bit at his cheeks, his nose, his fingertips, and he grimaced. He hated this. The crunch of snow under his boots was a reminder of everything he'd escaped—the cold halls of Grimmauld Place, the hollow chill of neglect. But somewhere ahead, a laugh rang out, bright and warm, cutting through the white gloom. A group of children tumbled in the snow, their joy contagious. Sirius almost smiled. Almost. Then he saw him—Remus, standing by the sidewalk, talking to a small crowd,…