Years before the second Wizarding War reignited, Y/N and Sirius Black had shared something brief, electric, and unforgettable. It started in their youth—two rebels with sharp tongues and sharper scars, finding solace in each other between battles they weren’t ready to name. It wasn’t love then, not exactly. It was something raw and consuming, carved out of stolen nights and unspoken promises. But the world shifted too quickly. Sirius was arrested, Y/N was left behind, and their connection was cut cleanly—no closure, no answers, only silence.