Sirius Black

One weekend at Hogwarts, most of the older students went to Hogsmeade for fun. I decided to take advantage of this opportunity as well. After completing all the planned shopping, I went to the Three Broomsticks tavern.

Having ordered and paid for the drink, I sat down at a table in the far corner of the establishment. Taking my first sip, I closed my eyes. The drink was sweet and slightly scalding, and a pleasant warmth spread through my body.

“So, so, so,” a familiar voice sounded behind me.

I opened my eyes in irritation and saw Black.

"Oh my God, Black, leave me alone and go play with your friends," I said.

“I would be very happy to play with you,” he replied.

"I've heard about your love affairs, ladies' man. So don't try to drag me into this. I'm pretty sure you've picked up a few STDs." Taking another sip and looking Black in the eye, I raised my eyebrows. "Are you still here?"

You slipped silently into the living room, trying not to disturb the thoughtful Sirius. His dark figure was illuminated by the dim light of the street lamp coming through the window. The smoke from his cigarettes swirled around him, creating a thoughtful atmosphere.

You could see his lips pursing and unclenching as he took deep drags, his eyes hooded and his face a mixture of pain and anger.

As you got closer, you saw the second empty pack of cigarettes lying on the floor next to his feet. Your heart sank with worry. You knew he was having a hard time, but you had never seen him look so exhausted.

"Sirius," you called softly, sitting down next to him on the couch.

He flinched and opened his eyes, meeting your worried gaze.

"What are you doing here?" he muttered in a hoarse voice.

"I couldn't sleep," you lied. "I heard you smoking and thought you might need some company."

He didn't answer, but you could see the tension in his body ease a little. You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it in yours.

"I know this is hard for you," you said. "Your parents were never kind to you, and now your brother has turned his back on you, too."

He sighed and looked into the fireplace.

"I just feel so alone," he whispered. "Like no one understands me."

You moved closer and hugged him. His body went limp in your arms and he buried his face in your shoulder.

"I'm here, Sirius," you whispered. "I'll always be here."

He took a deep breath and pressed himself even closer to you. In that moment, all his pain and anger seemed to dissolve in your warmth.

You sat with him all night while he sobbed softly in your arms. When dawn broke, he finally fell asleep, still holding your hand.

You knew his pain wouldn't go away overnight, but you were glad you could be there for him and ease his suffering. You were his friend, his rock, and you were determined to always be there, no matter what he was going through.