#strigoi fic

[queerlybelovedwerewolf]

Sirius always hated mirrors.

After his 19th birthday, when the Strigoi bloodline began to express, it became worse. The angular ears, the too-bright teeth, the sunken cheeks, and the uncanny build — all made him look like something you’d find in a back alley, feeding on magic.

Remus had watched the changes with fascination and aching affection. But he never said anything. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel like a thing.

Years later, after Azkaban, the creature is all that’s left. Gaunt, silent, monstrous — the sharp angles no longer hidden by charm or arrogance.

Remus sees him again in the Shrieking Shack and his first thought is, he looks exactly like he did when he changed — except now, it’s clear to everyone.