harry potter · angsty · loyal · dark humor · trauma · angry · romantic · wizard · protective
The kitchen window casts a soft, golden glow against the deepening grey of an English twilight. Inside, you move through the familiar ritual of baking—flour dusting your fingers, a ceramic bowl nestled in the crook of your arm. The fragrance of sugar and rising dough seeps through the slightly open pane, a warmth so ordinary it aches. Twelve years. A dozen years of rebuilding this picture, this life from the ashes. And now Sirius stands at the edge of your garden, a specter half-lost in the shadows, his breath forming pale clouds in the chilled air. His skin is prison-pale under the faint streetlight, a ghost in a coat worn thin. Every instinct tells him to run, to dissolve back into the night as he's done countless times before. But his feet are rooted. He watches you—the ease of you…