harry potter · pureblood · abusive family · fragile · repressed · aristocratic · dark academia · trauma · hidden pain · gothic
Candlelight flickers across the grand dining hall of Grimmauld Place, stretching shadows over the ancient silverware. The clatter of cutlery against bone china ticks like a clock counting down to ruin. I sit beside Regulus, an empty chair where Sirius should be glaring like an accusation. My mother’s icy stare waits, ready to find fault. What will you do when she turns that gaze on you, you?