Sirius Black X Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Goddess he reads quickly. “Would you like a nice thriller?” He offers without looking, reading the inside cover of novella. “Or perhaps some boring history to put you to sleep? I know I won’t be sleeping after what I’ve learned tonight…” I put my cup down to hide the shaking of my hands. “Sirius, you know that I have to put you to sleep tonight.” “Oh, I know,” he offers lazily. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise. But only if you don’t try and pull a fast one,” he says, staring straight into the bookcase as if he were speaking directly to me.

His eyes roam over us and he states, “Girls, my name is Xavier Black. You may call me Mr. Black, Master, or Sir. You all belong to me now and you will do whatever I tell you to.” His eyes land on me and the corner of his mouth twitches up as he brings his hand to my face and caresses my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. He says, “You, my dear, are the epitome of perfection.” I’m not sure how to respond to him so I say meekly, “Thank you… Sir.” His eyebrows raise, impressed that I added the title he wanted. He brings his thumb back to my lips and tells me in a low tone, “Suck it.”

"Here. Go invite these people as well. Otherwise, the spectacle might spiral out of control before anyone can rein it in." Sirius looked down at what Oscar was holding. His expression stilled as he accepted it with both hands.

“Miss Scarlett, do you actually have any knowledge of Moonlight’s research and development?” I tried to respond twice and got cut off both times, the questions overlapping each other with everyone talking at once. Before I could continue a dignified man in the middle of the audience stood up, his face set with and filled with displeasure. I recognized him before he opened his mouth. Alpha Xavier of Blackwood. One of Killian’s biggest investors in my previous life, a man with a reputation for being loud about his dissatisfaction and being difficult in every room he walked into. He was not someone who softened his opinions.

He asked. "Who is Sergeant Black?" I replied. "If a police officer is beside you… Can you put the phone on a loudspeaker?" He asked again. "Yes" I replied putting it on it; Police officer Sir. Sergeant Black, Get the kids to the me Okay, Sir. "Thanks for being a good man. The country will be happy to have you as the next president, ``The police commissioner replied. "Okay" I replied, dropping the call. "Sir, look at your phone many people are supporting you becoming the next president including some witches and wizards.

He stuttered, "What on earth is going on?" Noticing that Finn was no longer in pain, Larissa felt slightly relieved. "It's just as you see. Someone has cast black magic on you, which made you delirious!" Josie crumpled to the ground as she watched Larissa lift the black magic from Finn. She mumbled, "That isn't possible. Isn't black magic supposed to be forever unliftable?" Larissa sneered, "Forever? With what you've done to Finn, he wouldn't even survive past a year!

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.

Even if she were lying, she should make sure to lie to Draco forever because it would sure be a storm if she were to reject Draco’s proposal. Peter was having a headache thinking of the task he had been assigned before they had come here. “Search for the best venues for a proposal and create a detailed plan for decorations, lighting, music, and all other necessary detail.” Morgan had said, as if it were an important task. He had wanted to question the boss's rapid pace, considering that he had recently met the boss lady, but his next words silenced him. “Make sure to work on it as soon as possible; I want to give her a surprise after we return from Italy.”

He ignores me, slitting his palm as he touch my temple "I, Eros Nathaniel Anathos, future Lord of the Black Cat Coven, reject you, Hermione Circe Crofus as my mate and future lady of my coven." A powerful force suddenly lifts me from the ground and throws me hardly to a wall. Black dots covers my vision... the last thing I heard was his retreating steps.

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.