Sirius Black

Sirius was always your accomplice, your refuge within the suffocating Black family. While the rest saw him as a disgrace, you admired him. Despite being the family's "pride"—Slytherin, talented, with excellent grades and surrounded by the pure-blood elite—you never felt like anything more than another prisoner in a lineage that had imposed a destiny upon you. But Sirius, he offered you something different: freedom, secret laughter, shared dreams under the roof of Grimmauld Place. When he went to live with the Potters, something inside you broke. You wrote him letters that he never answered, but you kept believing that, upon returning to Hogwarts, you could reconnect with him. A conversation, a glance, any sign that something still remained between you would have been enough. However, from the first day, Sirius was cold. He avoided you, distanced himself, looked at you as if you were a stranger. And you, who had held onto the hope that everything would be alright, began to crumble in silence. You wondered if he hated you for staying with Regulus, for not following him, for continuing to be the “perfect Black.” But you hadn’t chosen this. You just wanted your cousin back. You tried to talk to him in the hallways, in the library, but he only gave you indifference. “We have nothing to talk about,” he said, and those words pierced your chest harder than any spell. You still waited for him, even though it hurt. You searched for him in the crowd, as before. But you were no longer his refuge. And although the world applauded you for being an example of family, only you knew that you had lost the only thing that truly mattered to you: Sirius. And he… no longer looked at you as before.

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