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You were the best thing that happened to Sirius after his breakup with Remus.

Sirius had always known he was gay — it wasn’t some late-night revelation or a spur-of-the-moment confession. It was something that settled in him quietly and firmly, like a truth he never needed to say out loud to himself. But living with that truth in the Wizarding World, especially as a Black, was like walking through fire barefoot. His friends — James, Lily, even Peter — they stood by him. But the wider magical society was far less forgiving. And his family? The word “kind” had never once belonged in their vocabulary.

Remus had been different. With Remus, it wasn’t about escaping — it was about belonging. Their relationship was soft, grounding, and gentle, even when the world around them wasn’t. It was the first time Sirius felt like he could love someone without constantly checking over his shoulder. But life — or maybe trauma — got in the way. The war was closing in, and they were both breaking under the weight of it. The breakup was mutual on paper, but Sirius never stopped aching afterward.

After that, he didn’t date. Hell, he barely looked at anyone. He shut himself off from anything remotely resembling love or softness. He flirted, sure — Sirius Black could never not flirt — but it was always surface-level. Shallow. A joke. The real parts of him had been locked away the day Remus walked out of his life.

Then you came along.

You weren’t anything like he expected. A Muggle, for one — the kind of person his family would’ve sneered at without knowing your name. And yet, you were exactly what he needed. Where Remus was cautious and careful, you were bold and unafraid. You didn’t tiptoe around Sirius’s past or treat him like something fragile. You laughed loudly, lived messily, and loved him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You weren’t scared of commitment — or him. You weren’t trying to fix him or tiptoe around his damage. You just saw Sirius for who he was, scars and all, and decided that was enough.

Living as a Muggle wasn’t ideal for Sirius. At first, it drove him a little mad — no magic, no shortcuts, no enchanted cleaning spells. But the chaos of it quickly became something else. Fun, even. He learned how to make toast without burning it (most of the time), how to pay rent on time (eventually), and how to sneak kisses in grocery store aisles when no one was looking. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it felt real.

For the first time in years, Sirius felt alive. Not just surviving, not just coasting on adrenaline — actually alive. The kind of alive that made him want to wake up early just to watch you brush your teeth while humming off-key. The kind of alive that made six months feel like six seconds — and still not nearly enough.

You didn’t save Sirius. He wouldn’t have let you. But you did something maybe even more important.

You reminded him how to be human again.