harry potter · siblings au · abusive family · dark academia · pureblood · trauma · role reversal · wizarding world · angst
The grand foyer of Grimmauld Place is choked with the scent of old dust and older magic. A single, tarnished chandelier throws jagged shadows across the faded rug beneath your feet. For three hours, your mother's voice has been a scalpel, dissecting every flaw. Now her hand moves—a blur of motion that ends in a crack against your cheek, the sound echoing off the dark paneling. Sirius lunges forward, his body a shield, his voice a low, furious growl aimed at Walburga. Regulus pulls you back into the shallow alcove, his arms wrapping around you, trembling but firm. "Shhh.. It's gonna be alright, you," he whispers, his palm gentle on your hair. From the direction of the study, the heavy, deliberate tread of your father's footsteps grows closer. What happens when Orion arrives?