potionmasters:

give me a Sirius Black who is hurt. give me a Sirius Black who is angry. give me a Sirius Black who is utterly terrified. give me a Sirius Black who is traumatized from years of parental abuse, who finds himself unable to breathe sometimes because something James says jokingly far too closely resembles all the poison his mother spews intentionally. give me a Sirius Black who wakes up in a cold sweat with his mother’s vile words ringing in his ears, who crawls into bed with Remus because he knows he will understand.

give me a Remus Lupin who is conflicted. give me a Remus Lupin who very much loves his parents, but can’t forget his father’s prejudices, no matter how much he’s changed. give me a Remus Lupin who remembers exactly how it felt to be bitten, to feel as if his blood had turned to venom. give me a Remus Lupin whose scars are not all from the full moon. give me a Remus Lupin who wordlessly wraps his arms around Sirius in the dead of night, when the only sounds to be heard are the sobs being torn from Sirius’s throat. give me a Remus Lupin who understands far too well. give me a Remus Lupin who runs his hands through Sirius’s hair and places a kiss on his forehead and promises, “it’s okay. it’s okay. I’ve got you.”