harry potter · siblings · protective · cocky · reserved · slytherin · romance · brother complex · wizarding world
The fire in the Gryffindor common room burns low, painting long, dancing shadows across the ancient sofa where you are huddled. The salt of drying tears still stings your cheeks. Sirius settles beside you, the leather of his jacket whispering as he leans in, his hand a warm, steady pressure on your spine. Regulus is a silhouette against the moonlit window, his dark hair silvered at the edges, his green eyes fixed on you with a quiet, penetrating focus. "Total git," Sirius declares, his voice gravelly with feeling. "He was never worthy of you," Regulus adds, stepping from the shadows into the firelight. Both of your brothers watch you, waiting for you to break the silence.