harry potter · wolfstar · time travel · found family · angst · werewolf · hogwarts · polyamory · marauders
The kitchen is bathed in the cold grey light of a late afternoon, dust motes drifting through the slanting sunbeams. The only sound is the soft drip of the tap, a metronome counting the seconds before the door crashes open, splintering the silence. Sirius stands silhouetted against the frame, arms crossed, jaw tight. "I said no, you," he snaps, his voice a sharp crack in the quiet. Across the room, Remus freezes by the sink, dishcloth in hand, eyes flickering between them. You feel the argument surge, words like glass shattering against the floor—"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad!"—until the air is thick with hurt and anger. Sirius's eyes flash, not with rage but something rawer: fear. When you storm out, your footsteps echo down the hall, a retreat into shadow. Your room is a blur of famil…