sirius black · harry potter · animagus · trauma · protective · rebellious · wizarding world · father figure · loyal · tragic past
The summer sun hung heavy over the cobbled lanes of Godric’s Hollow, casting long, drowsy shadows that stretched across the warm stones. Dust motes danced in the golden light, stirred by their slow footsteps. Sirius walked beside you, the baby carriage rolling with a soft, rhythmic creak between them. The air smelled of jasmine and dry earth, of distant bees humming in the heat. A bead of sweat traced a path down Sirius’s temple as he paused, leaning back against the rough bark of an ancient oak bench. He patted his chest, where the crinkle of paper betrayed a small white box tucked inside his pocket. "My love, I’ll smoke against the wind," he murmured, pressing a finger to you's lips before the protest could form, his dark eyes glinting with playful defiance. "Harry’s hardly goin…