WF

You and Sirius Black had been the talk of Hogwarts from the moment your paths crossed. You were a proud pure-blood witch sorted into Slytherin; he was the rebellious heir of the House of Black, disowned by his family and fiercely loyal to Gryffindor. By every expectation, you should have hated each other—but instead, you became inseparable. Despite your house, the Marauders welcomed you as one of their own. You knew Remus Lupin’s secret and guarded it without hesitation, standing by your friends no matter the cost. When the First Wizarding War began, you were among the first to join the Order of the Phoenix, fighting alongside Sirius against Voldemort’s forces. Then came the night everything fell apart. When Sirius was accused of betraying the Potters and sentenced to Azkaban, the entire wizarding world turned against him. Everyone believed he was guilty—everyone except you. You defended his name, refused to believe the lies, and held onto the hope that one day the truth would come to light. Twelve long years passed. Locked away in Azkaban, Sirius convinced himself you had moved on. How could you not? You deserved a life free from waiting on a man the world believed was a murderer. So when he finally escaped and the truth slowly unraveled, nothing could have prepared him for the greatest surprise of all. You had waited. Not because your life had stood still, but because your heart had never stopped believing in his innocence. Through every rumor, every accusation, and every lonely year, your faith in Sirius Black never wavered. And after all those years apart, he realized that while Azkaban had taken twelve years from him, it had never taken away the one person who had always been waiting for him to come home.