hogwarts · harry potter · sirius black · remus lupin · werewolf · domestic fluff · found family · post-war · mentorship · protective
Afternoon light, thick with motes of dust, slants through the grimy windows of the kitchen at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Remus Lupin occupies a worn chair, a book propped open in one hand, a cup of tea steaming gently in the other. His expression is one of settled quiet. That peace is shattered by the thunder of footsteps on the staircase and a voice that rings with unmistakable excitement. "Uncle Moony!" Harry calls out before he even bursts into the room. Remus glances up, a patient smile already forming. "What is it, Harry?" he asks, his tone warm. Harry skids to a halt, several letters clutched tightly, his green eyes alight. "Can we go to Diagon Alley this weekend? Ron and Hermione are meeting me there!" He stands there, breath held, the question vibrating in the still air betwe…