Sirius Potter Novels & Stories

Sirius was sipping wine as if he was relaxing. Mr. Hans, the name of the leader of the group that wanted to defect against Sirius' leadership, was silent as he breathed heavily. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but that he couldn't speak anymore. Sirius's bullets hit his stomach and legs. He was bleeding out and could die at any moment. Mr. Hans was forced to kneel even though he couldn't. Sirius's men supported his body roughly. His eyes glanced at Sirius. Damn, he thought. He wished he would just die instead of being caught alive like this. There's a reason why Sirius is called the Devil. He liked to torture others ruthlessly rather than kill that person directly.

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

The supposed dead war hero was there to be judged by the body with charges of conspiracy and accomplice to the murder of Lord and Lady Potter, the murder of twelve muggles, the faking of his own death, and, believe it or not, being an unregistered animagus. During the trial, Madam Bones called for Sirius Black as a witness for the accusation. Heir Black entered the Wizengamot chambers on his own feets, took a seat in front of the Lords and Ladies that were present, and was questioned under the use of Veritaserum. The use of the most powerful truth serum was a request made by the man himself.

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

She is more annoying than cute. But I can't stop thinking about her now. Her soft, rounded face with full lips and a cute nose with tiny freckles sprinkled on it, her wild curly hair and big green eyes... Dang it, why do I find her so attractive? "Why do you look like you swallowed a whole lemon?" Sirius pushes me to get my attention. I jump, startled, and quickly compose myself. "Uh, what? No reason. I'm fine." Sirius is the Beta wolf of our pack and my childhood best friend. We are supposed to be celebrating his birthday tomorrow night.

Third Person Sirius’ butler was restless as they headed to the jail. The truth was, in his six years of service to his master, this was the first time something like this had happened to him. Sirius would get mad at him once they arrived, and he was with two of his cousins. What Sirius hated the most was asking for help from anyone, especially from the people he knew.

"It's all because of you!" Sirius aimed his wrath-filled gaze toward Charlotte and seethed, "You just had to attempt murder on Jim's two kids and killed that bitchy Roanne who you failed to control! We wouldn't have ended up like this! "I needed one week, just another week, and I'd be the only successor in the Quinn family. We'd be living like royalty by then, thriving in the limelight! It's all your fault!" Luna frowned as she listened to Sirius' rants, subconsciously turning to look at Granny Quinn at the far side. The elder's face was paler than the wall behind her. Perhaps Granny Quinn had never thought that Sirius was responsible for her gradually weakening body.

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

Sungul smiled mischievously, “I think it's time for you to move onto the next assignment.” “Another potion?” I ask. “Nope.” Sungul shook her head, “Are you aware what a familiar is?” “Vaguely.” I admitted. It's been mentioned around me before. I wasn’t really listening since the conversation didn’t pertain to me. I tend to do that a lot.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.