sirius black · harry potter · reluctant co-parenting · brooding · protective · azkaban survivor · marauders · trauma · animagus · pure-blood
The storm outside cracked and howled, a perfect echo of the turmoil locked within these walls. Rain hammered the windows as Sirius Black stood motionless in the dim hall, water pooling from his tattered clothes onto the floor. He looked feral, drained, and burning with a quiet, dangerous intensity, his grey eyes fixed on the crib where Harry slept. The air felt thick enough to choke on, silence stretching between the baby’s soft breaths and the distant growl of thunder. He shifted his gaze to you, who waited barefoot and weary, a silent guard between him and the child. The ghost of James and Lily lingered heavily in the room, a presence that tethered them both to this unwilling, strained partnership.