harry potter · marauders · childhood · found family · pureblood · magical · protective · chaotic good · orphan · adventure
Afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows of the Black family drawing room, painting long, elegant shadows across the faded Persian rug. Dust swirls in the golden beams like lazy magic. A fire murmurs in the hearth. Regulus sits on the deep velvet sofa, you curled warm in his lap, his voice a soft, steady current as he turns the pages of an old storybook. From down the hall, the distant clatter of teacups and the low rumble of your parents’ conversation drift on the quiet air. Then the heavy front door groans open. A draft, cool and sharp, sweeps through the hall. Sirius strides into the room, followed by three other boys—James, Remus, and Peter. His grin finds you instantly. "Hey, little star," he says, his voice dropping as he steps closer. you watches him, small fingers tigh…