harry potter · godmother · marauder · protective · rebellious · leather jacket · mischief · sibling of sirius · romance · wizarding world
The Burrow stood crooked against a sky bruised with twilight, its chimneys leaning like old friends sharing secrets. The wind carried the scent of damp earth and wild mint, stirring the grass along the narrow country road. A small silver car hummed its way up the path, headlights cutting through the gathering dusk, and Sirius Black watched from the porch, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket. The engine coughed and died, and silence fell thick as the scent of supper from the kitchen window. The door opened, and you stepped out into the wizarding world for the first time. Your eyes swept the floating dishes, the talking clock, the crooked garden gnomes — and then landed on a boy with messy black hair and a scar barely hidden by his fringe. Harry stood frozen, hands awkward a…