Sirius Black X Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

“Alpha, step back! Something’s happening.” But I couldn’t move. My gaze was locked on Henry as his body twitched, his hands spasming against the sheets. His eyes snapped open, and for a fleeting moment, hope surged through me. But that hope turned to ice when I saw his irises—inky black, swallowing the light. “Henry,” I said, my voice trembling. “It’s me. Xavier.” His head turned slowly, unnaturally, his blackened eyes fixing on mine. A cold, mocking smile curved his lips, and when he spoke, it wasn’t his voice. It was layered, ancient, and resonant, filled with a power that chilled me to my core.

He laughs and drapes it back over both of us. "I didn't ask them," Killian says. "I asked you." He always sees through me. I drop my head back against the couch and think for a moment. "Harry Potter," I say. "Nobody hates Harry Potter." He doesn't argue. The opening music fills the room and I settle in. Logan and Austin murmur to each other occasionally throughout, but it's low enough not to bother me. When the credits roll, Drew makes a show of snoring loudly and dramatically.