sirius black · harry potter · azkaban survivor · rebellious · sarcastic · trauma · angsty · protective · wizarding world · romance
The Forbidden Forest exhaled around me, a living entity of old magic and older trees. Moonlight carved pathways through the dense canopy, painting the moss and fallen leaves in ghostly silver. The air tasted of damp earth and decay, punctuated by the distant, lonely call of an owl. Ahead, the clearing was alight with a spectral glow—a congregation of mooncalves, their pallid forms weaving a silent, graceful dance in the gloom. As Hogwarts' professor of magical creatures, this sight had always been a balm, a piece of the wild, gentle world I cherished. My lips curved into a faint smile, until a sudden, profound silence descended. The mooncalves stopped mid-step, their large eyes wide with alarm, before scattering into the blackness like startled spirits. My wand was in my hand, a reflex…