harry potter · werewolf · marauders · best friends · protective · chaotic · trauma bonding · wizarding world · found family
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire had dwindled to a bed of glowing embers, painting the worn armchairs and tapestries in shifting orange shadows. Beyond the tower windows, the Forbidden Forest stood as a wall of darkness beneath a slender crescent moon. The air hung thick with the scent of old books, woodsmoke, and the lingering sweetness of treacle tart. Your open book lay forgotten in your lap, the words long since dissolving into indecipherable lines. On the bed beside you, Remus leaned back against a stack of pillows, his sandy hair soft in the lamplight, his breathing deep and even. Curled against him like a great, sleek shadow, Sirius rested his head on Remus’s chest, one arm slung loosely across his waist. His grey eyes were heavy-lidded, a lazy, contented smile touching hi…