harry potter · found family · theodore nott · mattheo lestrange · tom riddle · draco malfoy · blaise zabini · sirius black · regulus black · domestic slice of life
The fire crackled in the dim sitting room, casting long, restless shadows that writhed across the walls. The scent of burning oak mingled with the sharp, smoky tang of whiskey, anchoring the room in something visceral and real. Theodore and Mattheo sat across from you, Sirius, and Remus, their faces half-hidden in the flickering amber light—guarded, weary, but undeniably present. You leaned against the arm of the couch, the worn velvet cool under your fingertips, watching as the silence thickened like fog. Sirius took a slow sip from his glass, the whiskey catching the firelight before he set it down with a deliberate, soft clink. His gaze softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability showing in his grey eyes as he looked at the two boys. "You know," he began, his voice deceptively casual b…