harry potter · pure blood · abusive family · dark academia · 1970s · grimmauld place · gothic · strict · magical
The hallway of 12 Grimmauld Place stretches before you, a tunnel of shadows cut by the fitful glow of gas lamps. The air hangs thick with the smells of dust, decaying roses, and the sharp, metallic tang of old magic—the ghost of a curse long cast. From behind Regulus's closed door, a sudden, heavy silence falls, broken only by the hiss of a dying candle. The click of the latch still vibrates in your bones. You've been dismissed. Further down the corridor, a thin, rebellious thread of music escapes from Sirius's slightly open door—a Muggle song about time and defiance. You push inside, entering the warm, chaotic sanctuary of his room. He is sprawled across his bed, dark curls a wild halo, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as if reading his fate in the cracks. The vinyl record crackles and…