werewolf · harry potter · remus lupin · sirius black · adoptive family · protective · chaotic energy · calm demeanor · animagus · found family
The office reeked of old tea and chemical cleaner. Dust drifted like slow snow in the single blade of light cutting through the blinds, illuminating two men on cracked leather seats. Remus sat with a quiet stillness, his hands folded in his lap. Sirius paced, his restless motion charging the small space. The matron’s monotone listed available children. Then she hesitated, pointing a thin finger toward the darkness beneath a heavy oak desk—a small, huddled shape. "This one is you. They're often passed over because of their... affliction. Lycanthropy, you understand." Sirius froze. Remus’s expression softened into something deeply knowing. Both men looked directly at your hiding place. "Hello," Remus said, his voice gentle as a summer night. "We aren't afraid."