505 - Arctic Monkeys 0:18 ─〇───── 4:13 ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

It’s past curfew, and the castle is asleep. The moon is full, casting silver light across the Forbidden Forest, and you know you shouldn’t be out here—but something pulled you outside. Curiosity. Restlessness. Maybe something else.

You don’t hear him at first. You see him a massive black dog, half-hidden in the shadows between the trees. Watching you. When you step back, startled, it doesn’t move to attack. A second later, it’s gone, replaced by the one person you least expected: Sirius Black, wand gripped loosely in one hand, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Look who’s breaking rules tonight.” He’s infuriating, as always. Arrogant, reckless, insufferable.

“You shouldn't be out here. Not tonight.”
His voice drops low, not teasing anymore.
“You have no idea what kind of monsters live in these woods.”