harry potter character imagines!

[ seventeen ] safe - s.b.

TW: ABUSE

i sat on the floor up in my bedroom in front of my bookcase, organizing my novels. i was surrounded by several stacks of books, ones i would keep, ones i would donate, or otherwise ones that i would lend to friends. i heard a faint knocking noise from downstairs, and my head flicked to my open bedroom door. i glanced at the clock on my wall, which read 1:37 AM. no one should be knocking at this hour... i got up and carefully stepped around my stacks of books, slowly creeping out of my room and glancing down the hall. the house was empty other than my parents, who were asleep. i padded down the steps, rounding the corner and tentatively stepping toward the front door. i looked out the window to the side of the door and saw a shadowy figure that scared me at first, but relief flooded me when i realized who it was.

"merlin, sirius, you scared me," i breathed out as i opened the door. he was leaned against the small alcove outside the front door. a bottle of some sort of alcohol dangled from his fingers, and he was sporting a queen t-shirt, messy hair, and a lazy smirk. but what was most concerning was the fact that he had a black eye, what looked to be dried blood under his nose, and several other bruises scattered across his cheekbones. it seemed blood had dripped down from his once bloody nose to spot his worn t-shirt. "godric, sirius, what happened?" i asked, stepping closer to see his injuries under the dim porch light.

"oh, it's nothing," he spoke lightly, waving me off. he stumbled past me into my house, and it didn't take a detective to realize he was fully drunk. i shut the door and locked it before turning around to face him. he was taking a swig from the bottle, which i now realized was almost completely empty.

i grabbed the bottle from his loose grip. it was a liter of vodka. "did you drink all of this?" i asked in disbelief, looking from the bottle up to him.

"nah, i think i used some to water your bushes outside. they were looking quite dry." he put his hands in his pockets and smiled at me. i shook my head at him, rushing over to the cabinet to grab a glass. i filled the glass at the faucet at the same time i dumped the last little bit of vodka swirling around the bottle into the drain. "hey, now that's just rude!" he protested, snatching the bottle back. it was empty at this point, so it didn't much matter. he tutted and set the bottle on the counter, shaking his head at me. i gave him a hard look and held the glass of water out to him. "no thanks, darling."

"take the water," i said sternly. "you're going to get alcohol poisoning."

he sighed and reluctantly took the glass. he took a drink and looked at the glass with what looked like disgust. "it's quite bland," he pouted.

"it's water. to make sure your organs don't wilt from all the vodka." he took another sip, setting the glass down on the counter and looking at me with a drunken twinkle in his eyes. "right, now that that is sorted, what happened?" i asked.

"you know, you look quite cute in your pajamas," he grinned boyishly, leaning against the counter.

i tutted, slightly rolling my eyes. "i'm serious."

"no, i am!"

i groaned, rubbing my face with my hands. he still stood with a stupid grin on his face, looking at me with a sort of fondness. i stared at him for a second, eyes roaming over his wounds before a horrible realization dawned on me. i stood up a bit straighter, furrowing my brows. "did your father do this to you?" i asked softly. his playful look faltered for a second before he put the façade back on. he stood up from leaning against the counter and sauntered around my kitchen.