Harry Potter Sirius Black Novels & Stories

a servant announced. “Go, go see your father. We will talk later.” I followed the servant straight down the long, dim corridor and pushed open the door to his office without knocking. Richard Blackwood sat behind his desk, a tumbler of scotch resting beside his hand. He didn't look up immediately. He slowly flipped a page on a corporate ledger. I hated exactly how I resembled him. “The prodigal son decided to come back. Thought you wouldn’t come, even if you’re weeks late.” He sipped his scotch and finally looked up at me.

I finally whisper. An extremely long silence envelops the call. I can hear my father's restrained, heavy breathing. The name Sterling isn't just a name among our kind; it's a symbol of absolute authority. "Sterling?" Dad repeats the name with an inscrutable tone, a mix of shock and anger. "Rose, you've ventured into the dangerous territory!" Xavier Sterling is the most dangerous man on this continent. He is not helping you out of kindness. He must know who you are, and he wants your power!"

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.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

After the trial, when Sirius Black was asked about what he would do now that he was a free man again, he answered the following: "I would like to have a good talk with my godson, Harry, you know? To know him again. It was said to me that he is in his second year at Hogwarts and plays as a seeker for Gryffindor's team, so we at least have an ice breaker to start the conversation. I will continue my medical treatment in St. Mungos too. Eleven years of Azkaban left some scars on my body. After that? I don't know yet what I will do, but I read that Hogwarts will be hiring new Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, so maybe I can get a job. Who knows?"