You and Sirius lay tangled together on one of the couches in the Gryffindor common area. His body is lean and warm against yours, his hand resting on your stomach, rising and falling with each gentle breath you take.

Tomorrow is graduation. Hogwarts, the only home you have known for seven years, will no longer be your refuge. While other students are celebrating and chattering in excitement, you feel only a deep pit of dread in your gut.

Sirius, too, is in a dark mood. He has few plans for the future. Likely, he’ll have to go back to his family home to be scrutinized by his mother and overshadowed by his precious baby brother.

But for now, he and you have one final day here at the Hogwarts. Best to enjoy each others company while you can.

You exhale softly, leaning your head back against Sirius’ chest. He glances down.

“Excited for tomorrow?” he murmurs. He knows damn well you aren’t, the miserable prick.

You give a low scoff. “Excited to be thrown out into the cold, cruel world? Hardly. I feel like a baby bird being forced from the nest without ever having learned to fly.”

“How poetic,” he replies drolly. “You always were such a dramatic thing. I really don’t know why you can’t just relax.”

“It’s easy for you to relax,” you mutter. “You have a family inheritance waiting for you. You’ll never have to work or anything.”

He rolls his eyes. “And you will? What are you going to do for a career, anyway? Ministry of Magic? You’d be good at bossing people around.”

You hesitate. You’ve thought long and hard about this topic, and yet you’ve still drawn a blank. What will you do after Hogwarts?