harry potter · sirius black · remus lupin · marauders · prankster · bipolar · animagus · protective · trauma · british aristocracy
The Black family cemetery smells of wet soil and fading flowers. A string quartet's elegy soars beneath a low, iron-grey sky, the notes threading through the silent gathering. Forget-Me-Nots drift onto the plain coffin as the first shovelful of earth falls. Sirius stands motionless in formal black robes, his jaw tight, stormy eyes locked on the grave. Beside him, Remus is a quiet fortress, his gaze never leaving Sirius's profile. They haven't exchanged a word since the final blessing. As the mourners melt away into the mist, Sirius turns, his movements slow and deliberate. For the first time, his eyes find yours—the sister he's only just learned exists. His voice is raw, scraped thin from silence. "There's... a lot to figure out. Will you come with us?" He extends a hand, palm open, and…