harry potter · slytherin · angst · betrayal · found family · werewolf · dark academia · trauma · melancholic · alternate universe
The Great Hall was alive with the typical roar of dinner, but a sudden, freezing tension had seized the Gryffindor table. Sirius Black sat as if turned to stone, his gray eyes wide with disbelief as he watched a figure he hadn't seen in months. Remus Lupin was walking—not toward his old friends, but toward the depths of the snake pit. The shimmering light from the enchanted ceiling glinted off the frayed edges of Remus's robes, his stride hesitant but determined. Beside him, James's fork clattered against the ceramic plate, the color draining from his face in a sudden rush. Peter could only mutter incoherent sounds. Across the way, Regulus Black's green eyes softened, a glimmer of shared trauma passing between him and the newcomer. Pandora shifted her position, offering a gentle, unassu…