Sirius Harry Novels & Stories

"I have real big plans for you. Everyone has high expectations, I just hope you are up to hand for it. I hope you aren't a disappointment and that your development is positive." "I really don't know what you are talking about," I said. It was like he had been monologuing in his head, but I could hear it. "But please, don't harm Sarah and me." Sirius just waved his hand, completely ignoring us. "I seem to be running out of time," he sighed. "Did I say you look quite familiar, like a woman from my past? Well, your parents are dead, so it can't possibly be her, right?"

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

The unexpected proposition left everyone, especially Hiya, in a state of astonishment. Quick to clarify the situation, Hiya's sister-in-law interjected, unveiling the familial connection. "It's good that you liked Hiya, but she is not our maid. She's my husband's little sister and my sister-in-law." A forced smile accompanied this revelation, betraying a hint of concern – the fear of losing the reliable presence that attended to household chores.

“Tell me quickly, what is it that you did? Is it safe for me to take my bath?” “Despite what the followers of the One God say, bathing with frequency does not endanger a person’s soul, nor let evil seep in through the pores,” Harry replied lightly. “I am confident it’s safe for you to bathe, and highly recommended. I did not wish to be rude, but you are beginning to smell.” “Harry,” Thaelen growled the name. Harry sighed and rolled their eyes. “I may have created Sigrid a husband, a sailor on one of our ships, who recently perished.”

I try to stop him, but he dismisses me and takes the wretched thing off. "Isla..." He croaks out once he takes it off, and I nod happily. "You're back," he adds. "Yeah," I say, and they rethink, "just for the meantime." I quickly added in order not to send mixed signals. "Did Harry invite you here?" He asks, and I laugh loudly. The man watches me in amusement as I give my answer. "No. No, he didn't." I try to answer in a straight voice. Oh, it looks like Sir Smith isn't aware of the chaos his son is bringing down on the pack. Harry? Invite? I laugh. More like kidnap.

Harry asked clearly this time to Serene "Who are Simon's?" Serene got more confused. She is bad with first names already, let alone with last names. Grasping the little situation, Harry realised that Serene isn't the one who talked about Simons. Giving a fake cough he laid down on the couch. "I mean why Simon girl is after Soham. Serene you must keep a tab on him regularly. Many girls are after your man." Harry lied with a straight face. While speaking he put up a teasing smile too

And I caught sight of his fangs but he was not a vampire, his fangs were of the size of the werewolves. A werewolf? “Guess, you’ve mastered hiding your scent,” I said, half a smile on my face, and neither of us looked away as our gazes met. “And you still managed to notice. Miss…?” He lifted his thick arched brow and I extended my hand with my name, but a fake one, “Hana…” His smirk only got more prominent at my name, “King…” he shook my hand lightly and I noticed his hand was large, warm, with impossibly long fingers and of course the veins.

#One_Year_Later "Dad, Dad please save me. I don't want to have milk for breakfast. Chris is forcing me to do this." Harry requested Samson, hiding behind him. Harry is the adopted year old son of Samson and Christian which made their incomplete family finally complete with his presence. "Sam, don't hear his request. He is becoming really naughty day by day. If he does not have his diet properly then he will fall sick.",Christian glared at Harry, who was hiding behind Samson.

Sarah walked up to Selena, "Are you okay?" "Yes," she said and nodded at the same time. "How is Mom?" "She sends her regards" Sarah looked around and fixed her gaze on the two guys. "You both don't look pleased to see me. Oh! Your friend is out there." She turned to me, "What's his name?" "Harry," "Do you have any photograph of him?" Fred stood up and walked towards Sarah, "Why do you need it? Are you a CIA by disguise?" Sarah chuckled, she found the question funny and annoying at the same time.