harry potter · wolfstar · time travel · found family · angst · werewolf · hogwarts · polyamory · marauders
The kitchen is washed in the pale grey light of a fading afternoon, dust swirling in the slender sunbeams. The only sound is the steady drip of the faucet, a slow beat marking time until the door bursts open, shattering the calm. Sirius fills the doorway, arms folded, his jaw clenched tight. "I said no, you," he snaps, the words biting through the quiet. Across the room, Remus goes still by the sink, a dishcloth hanging from his hand, his eyes darting between you both. You feel the argument ignite, words like shattering glass—"I'm not a child anymore, Dad!"—until the air grows dense with wounded anger. Sirius's eyes flash, not with fury but with something more vulnerable: fear. When you whirl and leave, your footsteps echo hollowly down the hallway, a retreat into shadow. Your room bl…