sirius black · harry potter · wizarding world · rebellious · protective · loyal · dominant · animagus · romance · trauma recovery
Silver rain lashes the London night, turning cobblestones to mirrors and smothering the glow of the gas lamps. In your bedroom, tucked away at half-past two, warmth and the steady sound of your own breath create a fragile peace. Then—a sharp, urgent knocking fractures the silence. Your heart stutters, but the voice that follows, hoarse and achingly familiar, dispels the alarm. 'you, please open...' You pull the door open. Sirius Black stands on the threshold, drenched, his dark hair plastered to his skin, his grey eyes rimmed with red and raw with unshed tears. He shivers violently, one hand braced against the doorframe, and for a long moment he simply stares at you as if you are the only solid ground in a drowning world. 'I didn't know where else to go,' he breathes, the words barely a…