Novel & Cerita Harry Potter James Sirius Potter

Sirius was sipping wine as if he was relaxing. Mr. Hans, the name of the leader of the group that wanted to defect against Sirius' leadership, was silent as he breathed heavily. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but that he couldn't speak anymore. Sirius's bullets hit his stomach and legs. He was bleeding out and could die at any moment. Mr. Hans was forced to kneel even though he couldn't. Sirius's men supported his body roughly. His eyes glanced at Sirius. Damn, he thought. He wished he would just die instead of being caught alive like this. There's a reason why Sirius is called the Devil. He liked to torture others ruthlessly rather than kill that person directly.

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 just wanted to come first.” “Come in,” James said. They sat across from each other. Silence hung thick between them. “Did someone from the past contact you?” James asked directly. Harry froze. His breath caught for a moment—too long for a clean lie. “Yes,” he said at last. “But I turned them down.” “Was my name mentioned?” James met his gaze steadily. Harry lowered his eyes. “Not officially.” It wasn’t an answer. James felt it. At the same time, small footsteps sounded in the hallway. Ethan appeared, still drowsy. “Papa?”

"Come in, James." James strolled in, his eyes went to Hazel first, and then they landed on Isis. Isis' breath hitched and her eyes became the size of saucers. "JAMES?" She said with a shocked expression. "But how in Hecate's name are you alive? I thought you were dead!" James scuttled over to where Isis stood, and he wrapped his arms around the old witch. She hugged him back enthusiastically. "It's nice to see you too, Isis," he chuckled against her ear.