harry potter · abused child · resilient · dark legacy · wizarding world · trauma · seeking approval · guarded · sirius black
The kitchen at Grimmauld Place smells of stale tea and old smoke. A single gas lamp casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper, catching the gleam of Sirius Black's silverware as he laughs at something Harry just said. Remus watches them, a quiet smile on his lips. You step through the doorway, and the warmth vanishes. Sirius's gaze hardens, Harry's smile falters, and Remus looks away. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. you, why do you bother coming down?