Harry Potter James Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

Stephen commanded, his eyes once again locked onto me as he ignored Sofia’s soft sobs of pain. “Why sir?” I asked softly. “Because you are MY prisoner and I will not have anything other than all of your respect.” He explained harshly, slamming his hand on the desk. I jumped, thinking carefully before I began to speak. “why does James call you sir? Is he your prisoner too?” Stephen shook his head, “No he is not a prisoner. He calls me sir out of respect because I am his superior.” “I see.” I muttered. So James wasn’t the man in charge, this guy was. Did he run the whole facility?

Only this time instead of an overpriced suit the man now wore and brown and tan plaid button down shirt tucked into a pair of pleated khaki pants. "Mrs. Maddox, it's lovely to see you again." I accepted the hand he held out for me. "Thank you, James. You can call me Saraid." He retrieved my bags from the trunk and stowed them under the plane. "James is a dear friend of mine and Liam's. He is a warlock. From your coven to be exact," explained Chase. I examined James from a distance. "He's on our side you said?"

Compared to Astral whose vibe was sinister, Sirius who worked for a powerful organization looked friendlier. “It is you, Sirius.” Astral narrowed his eyes. Sirius glanced at Astral without a word. He kept walking with a fierce-looking group in tow. The group drew close to Kaze. Kaze looked at Sirius and asked indifferently, “Did Magnus send you?” “Mr. Lee.” Sirius smiled and spoke humbly, “My name is Sirius Glitter, an illegitimate child of the Glitter family. I’m the chief of the Viper’s Den’s serious crime unit.”

Just then, words echoed in her mind—Mosgravia, RC, medication, Jameson Schmidt, and Sir. To put it bluntly, Jameson was nothing more than Sir's puppet in Cyrris, discarded after serving his purpose. With him defeated, there was no way Sir would abandon the market. He'd find someone new to take the reins. This wasn't the first time Jasper's life had been in danger, and Justin had never acted before. Yet, this time, he rushed back after Jasper took the medication. Not only that, he returned to the Beckett family—different. Was this a coincidence, or was he closely related to Sir and RC?

Just like mine. He smiles wide, his blond waving hair bouncing as he sits back into his wheelchair. “Hello, Kira. I’m Sirius. And I can assure you, the pleasure is all mine.”

His graying eyes and pitch-black raven hair stood out along with his tall and large physique. "Name it," Hades said, prepared for the young prince of death to ask for one of the powerful stones he possessed. "Memories," Sirius smirked at them. "I'm bloody tired and bored in coming here. I need something to entertain me." "Which memories," Hades asked. "The two of them," Sirius said. "Will you return them after?" Athena asked. "I might or I might not. Who knows." Sirius lazily combed his hair which annoyed Ayeesha and Hyun.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I wondered if there was something she was trying to hide from me. This was what most people did: judge someone by how they look. Sirius Black looked like a criminal that everyone believed him to be. The first time they met, with his gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair, even Harry said that Sirius reminded him of what a corpse might look like. While Peter Pettigrew looked like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the end, Peter was the one who had betrayed James, his own best friend. Looks can be really deceiving.

"I was." "Not Sirius Black?" "No, Sirius Black was just a decoy. To give James' home an additional layer of protection, Sirius convinced James to change the keeper of the secret to an unsuspecting person and he would act as the secret keeper to attract the focus from the actual keeper, me." "How would you describe your wand?" "Short and brown, chestnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 9¾ inches long." "Who is the owner of the bone white wand?" "The Dark Lord."

For some reason, James decided to spill his dark secret to Naomi and he thought right now at this right moment was appropriate to travel to the past. James then lifted his hand and pulled the long sleeve to reveal his bare arm. His sad smile stretched bigger. “Do you know what this is?” Naomi gulped her saliva. Looking at that stretched scar that was quite deep, she felt like she was being sucked by the universe as her life force was decreasing. Although she wanted to feign ignorance, she still couldn’t do it. James had become part of them. “You’re the servant of Lord Shadow,” she said in a roundabout manner. “The Lord knows about this, I suppose?” She asked the question although she didn’t