go easy on me (i was still a child)

Harry had got his first tattoo when he was 15, in the back of a shady hole-in-the-wall that didn't care about his age or that he had bruises the size of the continent under his eyes—the loss of the only person who'd ever loved him settled under his skin like a constant ache he couldn't get rid of. A story of grief, healing and love, through body ink. Sirius!returns fic.