How Long Was Sirius Black In Azkaban Novels & Stories

Now he was older, slower, only a fraction of the man he had once been. Sirius had held at least the rank of squad commander within the Dracobsidian Guard. The slap landed before Robert even registered the movement. His skull rang. Then he hit the floor. By the time he realized what had happened, the beating had already begun.

A sperm donor and nothing else, nothing but a beast,and he deserved whatever punishment he was receiving right now. I walked up to a random table that seemed to have a neatly dressed young man in a black Armani suit. Guess I'm going to be serving yet another rich asshole. Forgive me for the stereotype! "Good evening sir, can I take your ord-" The air hitched in my throat as his head rose and my eyes found a pair of mesmerizing hazel ones staring back into my dark orbs.

"Hey, Fatty. Don't try to change the subject. Where exactly have you and Lucien been? You left at eight in the morning and only came home at six in the evening like this." Thump... Azriel Blackthorne's pointed question instantly made it feel as though all the blood in Isolde's body had stopped flowing. Her curvy body froze in place, and the forced smile on her lips disappeared completely as she realized that Azriel was not someone who could be deceived so easily.

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

It's a good thing I went ahead and made that potion. "However, it will only last for three months." "Three months?" "Don't be concerned. I'll make some more for you." As soon as I said it, Azazel fell silent, glanced at me, and seemed to be deep in thoughts. "Are you actually the one who makes the potion?" As I was trapped by his scrutinized gaze, his eyes moved suspiciously towards me. (Ah... Since the potion worked so well... He started suspecting me.) (It's completely understandable.)

He doesn't answer, just nods. I sigh and look around the diner. It's Saturday evening and a lot of customers are beginning to step inside. The bell on top of the door rings, signaling their new customer. I stare at this new customer and cuss underneath my breath. All of a sudden, the place seems small in the presence of my boss, Killian Black. He's dressed in a dark green denim jacket, and black pants. I don't get to stare at him for too long because his eyes meet mine at once.

“Of course I am here… Right when you need me the most. It seems like you are ready…” Azazel was truly a sight to behold, with his chiseled features and striking appearance that seemed to radiate power and danger. His jet-black hair was styled in a messy yet elegant way, falling over his forehead and framing his sharp cheekbones. His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance.

Hence, when she sent a message to Sirius, she felt guilty. [Where are you? Let’s meet tonight.] She then looked at Aster. “You got your wish.” “Not exactly. I’m doing this to help your bestie.” Aster then fell into contemplative silence before he put on a serious look. “But I need to tell you this: Sirius Roland is different from Titus Black. He values relationships more. If he actually falls in love with you, leave his side as soon as possible. If he learns that you went to Charmed before…”

I assured. "I am right here," he said behind me. I stood up and clenched my hands into fists. I could feel my blood boil. It was time for revenge. "Jocelyn cast the spell," I said. "Eritas corpus sirius insigné adamé ultera zequere!" She chanted. "The spell will last only five minutes, Desmond," she warned. "That is enough time for me," I said.

"You must be cursed; I can't think of another explanation," Nerida sighed as she saw the pathetic state the bedridden Sirius was in. The continuous dangerous situations he kept falling in had given a permanent pale color on the boy's drawn face that made him look even more unhealthy compared to back when he was skinny.