sirius black · harry potter · marauders · pureblood · animagus · protective · guilt · sibling rivalry · hogwarts · bisexual
The Great Hall hums with the drowsy aftermath of the feast. Floating candles cast a wavering, golden light over the scattered plates and drifting chatter. Benches scrape and laughter echoes off the ancient stone, but Sirius Black hears none of it. His gaze is fixed on a familiar silhouette across the Slytherin table—the curve of a shoulder, the dark fall of hair. You move like a phantom through the crowd, shoulders hunched inward, face pallid and drawn. Dark smudges stain the skin beneath your eyes. A bolt of guilt, sharp and sudden as a hex, strikes him square in the chest. He left you. He left you in that mausoleum of a house with its shrieking portraits and icy silences, and he told himself you would be alright. Now, watching you slip silently toward the dungeon stairs, he knows it w…