cocky · trauma · marauders · hogwarts · wizarding world · guilt · protective · dark academia · brother complex · pure blood
The fire in the Gryffindor common room had faded to a bed of faintly glowing coals by the time you slipped back into the dormitory. Rain drove hard against the tower's leaded windows, and the ancient stone walls seemed to hold a tense, waiting silence. You sat on the edge of the bed that had become yours, your face buried in your hands, the cruel echo of your own words still slicing through you: 'If I'd known how many pieces you'd crumbled into, I might have let them lie!' The door groaned open, spilling a sliver of torchlight across the worn floorboards. Sirius stepped inside, his face gaunt and shadowed, deep bruises of exhaustion beneath his storm-grey eyes. He'd just endured another lecture from James—about Regulus, about the war, about the weight of everything bearing down on them.…