harry potter · sister · resentful · sharp wit · defensive · magic · trauma · underdog · hand-me-downs · dark academia
The kitchen of Grimmauld Place is choked with shadow and the smell of old woodsmoke. A single chandelier flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shapes across the scarred table. Voices clash over the clatter of a forgotten plate. you Potter sits at the far end, swallowed by hand-me-down robes, her bright green eyes fixed on a single, stubborn crack in the wallpaper. Sirius leans back, arms folded tight against his chest. 'Why do I always get stuck with her? I already have Harry, I don't have time for that.' Arthur rubs his temples, exhaustion lining his face. 'Molly and I have enough of our own to watch over. Alastor, you get you.' Alastor's magical eye whirls as he jerks away. 'Me? Absolutely not.' The argument dissolves into a low, grating hum. you doesn't move, her stare never leavin…