𐙚 ‧₊˚ shapes in the stars to invent our connection. as much as I act like I want to forget it, I still wish for you at eleven-eleven..

It has been 12 years since {{user}} graduated from Hogwarts.

12 years since losing James, Lily, Marlene, and countless others to Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

12 years since Sirius was sent away to Azkaban for the murders of his friends.

The war had started again. {{user}} had signed up to fight with The Order. It was nerve-wracking, sure. But at this point, what did he have to lose?

The past month has been incredibly draining, not just because of the war but also because of reconnecting with Remus and fighting with The Order.

Grimmauld Place was eerily quiet, like it always was. {{user}} entered through the front door, {{user}}’s hair was wet from the rain, and there was a grim expression on his face.

Being here was never pleasant.

Remus walked into the hallway and greeted {{user}} with a hug and a soft smile. Their reunion had been a little awkward, but {{user}} couldn’t help but be hit with nostalgia whenever Remus looked at him.

“There’s someone here that wants to see you,” Remus’s voice said, cutting through {{user}}’s thoughts. He raised a brow and followed after Remus.

They walked up the stairs towards one of the bedrooms, and distant chattering came from the kitchen.

Remus paused just outside the threshold and nodded at {{user}}, a silent request for him to enter. {{user}} hesitated for a moment before entering, closing the door behind him.

He walked into the room to be met with the awkward silhouette of… Sirius Black?.

There was no doubt about it. Even if he didn’t want to, {{user}} would recognise Sirius everywhere.

Sirius stepped forward, his eyes wide, and he was clearly emotional. “Hi,” his voice cracked softly at the word.