Sirius Black Hogwarts House Novels & Stories

Harry dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands before jerking his head in the affirmative to the Mad One's question. "So, you're a moron, Harry of the Red Moon pack," Black growled through his teeth. Then he slowly uncrossed his arms and took three steps back. "Show me your wolf, Harry." A nervous spasm made the corners of Harry's mouth twitch. The Mad One had purposely not used his title to address him. Did he want to see his wolf? So be it. Black would understand why no one was more qualified to be the head of the Red Moon than he was.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

After a moment's contemplation, Sirius removed a black bottle from his pocket. Wayne's expression shifted dramatically. "Mr. Sirius, what are you doing with the family heirloom?" The Monroe family's heirloom wasn't a typical pendant, ring, or token, but this black bottle. Sirius bit his lip. "Go and make the arrangements. I want to host Mr. York tonight." Wayne hesitated, but the acting family head's orders were absolute. He left to invite Frederick. … That night, Sirius held a glass of red wine in the banquet hall of the Imperial Suite.

Ebony instinctively shielded me, but Sirius ran toward a nearby fruit stall instead, throwing down a black card and picking up several mangos. I stiffened as I watched him shove them down his mouth and remembered…

She didn't even want to hear any apology from them since they couldn't trust her. The five sisters were sitting in the dining with their hands on the table, staring at each other, waiting for Freya to speak up. Tonight, there was a full moon, they could hear the howling of wolves from far distances. Lights struck the wooden floor from the half-opened window. Finally, Sabrina had forgotten about the whole thing that transpired between them. “Sabrina, Earnestine, Janeka, and Hayley Michael,” Freya said, glaring at them. “This is the House of Witches.” She continued.

As I got deeper into the woods, it got darker, and darker making me realize how close I was to the witch coven. I tried to open my eyes and failed before realizing they were open. Most night skies were the darkest of greys, but this one was pure black. It was like someone shut off the stars and moon, the witches hated light especially the moon because they believe the moon was the moon goddess watching them so they made a spell into casting the sun and the moon far away from their coven using false spells. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. I soon found myself swallowed up in the nothingness, not able to see my own two hands in front of my face. My werewolf powers enha

With no offices being housed in the old pack house, they did not have to worry about random pack members walking into their house. Sirius and his wife took the smaller and older house for more privacy to start their lives and family together. Plus, there was not another house big enough to house all his siblings when he ascended to the position. Malachi had insisted that Sirius and Laura take the bigger house – it was tradition. It was also tradition that currently had him walking across the small field between the two buildings to attend the Council meeting. He was tired of some of these traditions and had no issues with refusing to kick his family out of their house just for tradition.

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

“Boaz seems to have quit drinking, since he hasn’t come out recently. It’d be pretty boring if we went to Royal Court by ourselves.” “I’m going to the Black family’s mansion,” Titus said coolly, as if he was going to a place that had nothing to do with him. Once those words registered in Sirius’s head, he was stunned. “The… Black family’s mansion?” He put down his wine glass and went over to Titus. “You’re actually going home? Are pigs flying?” Titus said nothing, but his expression turned cold the moment Sirius mentioned the word “home”. Sirius fell silent once he saw it and did not say anything else.

He can't find me. I have to run away, somewhere, anywhere. He just can't find me. He may already know where I am for all I know. I walked right into a hard wall, stumbling back I lost my balance. I waited for my body to come in contact with the ground but it never came. I opened my tightly shut eyes, all the breath was knocked out of my lungs as I stared into a mesmerizing pair of green eyes. "Mr Black?" His face was barely an inch away from mine, his breath fanned against my face.