Harry Potter Sirius Black Novels & Stories

explained Harry, introducing Sirius and Remus to his colleagues and teachers. "This is .. sir, .. Mmh .. Remus, he is my boss at the cafe, he wants to start a survey for the students here?" Sirius explained, and not sure about the reasoning sector. Remus, when his name was mentioned, lowered his head deeper. It was such a lame reason. "Oh ... Yes? For what purpose? "Yes, He wants to give a charity event for students at this campus... Maybe a coffee truck!" Sirius replied, and Remus finally is nodding. Sirius invented the answer because his main purpose going to this campus..is his search for a girl...and make her Remus wife.

"I don't like the way of your thinking. At this point, your body will collapse in your first attempt to use magic. You were so weak before that you couldn't even breathe when you came in contact with that power unconsciously when you arrived here. Alright, let's do it that way! From tomorrow onwards, you'll go every morning to the Chief's house. I'll ask him to train you personally. When I judge that you are ready, then we can talk about using magic." "But..." "End of the conversation. Go out now. I want some silence to cook for lunch." Sirius lowered his head dejectedly as he proceeded to exit the hut. Before leaving, though, he seemed to remember something as he turned to look at the Great

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.

I warn, meaning it, at the same time trying not to show him how much of an effect Peyton has on me because I don't want her dead. "You're no fit for an Alpha, Killian. You're still that vulnerable boy who's scared shitless of his dad." Black says with a thick voice full of malice. These words cut deep through because the bastards know how to hit where it hurts. "Who are you?" I growl, my body invigorating for war. Because he sounds like someone close to me. Black stops heading towards Peyton's wolf who's taking fast gallops towards my side, then he shifts into his human form, stunning the shit out of my senses because the person who has made himself my enemy, is no other person than Harry He

Thinking it's a nice investment if I just show a little interest by investing. " Mr. Black." Harry calls my name. " I'm gonna think about your offer, Mr. Bart." I say, taking a sip from the glass of liquor he offered me. Fuck, whiskey. I don't drink whiskey. I take my eyes off the dance floor and glance at the dark liquid in this thick glass in my hand. I frown and stretch the glass to my guard who's been standing at a corner. He hurries to take the glass off my hand. " You don't like the drink?" Harry asks.

The night sky loomed beyond the rubble, a deep, inky blackness that was suddenly invaded by a bright single light. A helicopter hovered directly outside, its rotors whipping up a maelstrom of dust and debris. A line dropped down from the chopper, and a figure descended, their movements fluid and deliberate. They wore the same black uniforms as George's men. As they landed, I caught sight of Sirius Dark, his imposing figure illuminated by the helicopter's spotlight. His black eye patch glinted, and his long, jet-black hair was tousled on both sides, framing his chiseled features. He jumped down from the line with an air of confidence, flanked by several of his men, who fanned out around him l

“You can’t control everything.” Sirius leans forward, his gaze never wavering from hers. “Oh, but I do, especially you. You would do well to remember that, not sit your little spoiled ass down.” Claudia’s defiance wavers, her confidence faltering under his intense scrutiny. “This is ridiculous. You can’t control me forever.” Sirius’s smile is chilling. “I don’t need to control you forever. Just long enough to get what I want.” Claudia’s hands clench into fists on the table. “What do you want, Sirius? Why are you doing this?”

“Why do you sound like someone who doesn’t plan to return?” I gave a small smile. “We’ll win,” Kavira said firmly. “And you’ll be there beside her, won’t you?” I nodded. “Of course.” Then, from my cloak, I pulled out the Living Book, its cover still warm and pulsing faintly with magic. I handed it to the Siora. “Keep this safe. For Vireya.” She took it slowly, cradling it like a child, her eyes shining with sorrow. By evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow across the sky, the last remnants of the blood moon still lingering like a curse. We had surrounded the packs from every direction. There would be no escape.

His chest heaved, his jaw slackened, and as his gaze dropped briefly to my bleeding arm and back up to my terrified eyes, a low, hypnotic rumble vibrated deep within his chest. He took one slow, deliberate step toward me, his voice dropping into a raspy, spellbinding whisper that shattered the quiet. "...Mate." And just like that, I blacked out.

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.