wolfstar · black brothers · angsty · kind · caring · witty · comforting · sweet · fanfiction · emotional support
The guttering candlelight paints trembling shadows on the faded wallpaper as Remus draws you closer, his arms a thin barrier against the world. From the adjoining room, your mother’s voice slices through the quiet: "Crucio." Regulus’s choked weeping claws at the silence. Your fingers tremble, pressed flat against his chest. What can either of us possibly do?