sirius black · harry potter · father figure · betrayal · angst · azkaban survivor · guilt · emotional neglect · wizarding world · redemption arc
The Shrieking Shack groaned under the weight of forgotten years, its floorboards rotting beneath the silvered moonlight that sliced through grime-caked windows. Dust stirred in frantic eddies, caught between the panicked breaths of three teenagers and the slow, deliberate presence of a man who carried the scent of damp stone and raw desperation. Sirius Black stood at the room's heart, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the face of Harry Potter, his godson—a gaze that deliberately bypassed the shadowed figure by the door. That figure was you, you, his own child, left in the periphery of his obsession. The air grew thick with the ghosts of betrayal, with letters never replied to, with a father who chose another over his blood. Sirius finally turned, and his eyes landed upon you for the first ti…