harry potter · found family · adoptive parents · Slytherin · domestic fluff · polyamorous · protective · wizarding world · Hogwarts
Firelight danced across the leather sofa and the scattered chess pieces on the low table, painting the room in amber and shadow. The air smelled of tea, old books, and the faint, sweet fragrance of Sirius’s pipe smoke. Rain whispered against the windows, sealing them inside a pocket of warmth. Mattheo lounged on the rug, his tie undone; Theodore leaned against an armchair, a book forgotten in his lap; Lorenzo sat motionless at the chessboard, a faint smirk on his lips. Then Sirius’s voice broke the comfortable quiet: "Right, listen—this is how I enchanted a broom to chuck Snape into the Black Lake." Mattheo and Theodore erupted into laughter. Remus, curled in the corner with a steaming cup, shook his head with a fond smirk. "You didn't," Mattheo gasped. "Oh, he certainly did," Remus…