The Black Family Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

"I'm sorry Harper but I can't actually. I don't cooperate with low companies like The Black group company. At this stage, I actually don't need a partner. I will let you know when I change my mind in future" I know my words might hurt him but I gotta be honest. I can't have a business with people that once laugh and mock me. Even though Harper, Raven's father , wasn't there that day when such incidents happened, he's still a part of the Black family. I could see the sad look on the other ladies' eyes as I uttered Such words. And just then, My eyes met with Richard, who has been eyeing me for a while now.

There is a case of a child the has hatred to black not because he used to see his parents having the same thing but it is in hia blood and cannot be taken away. I and captain Snape talked till we got to a place that everyone had to wait. After a while, we kept on moving and later got our of the fog. On leaving the fog, what we saw really surprised me.

It was pretty loud so I paused my music and looked up at him. "Your dad really killed his own flesh and blood," he asked me. I said yes then explained that he did because he'd been late to his birthday party. Everett's eyes were full of horror. "Maybe he really wasn't his son, although they looked the same, you know like Draco Malfoy's dad in Harry Potter," I mumbled with a grin. Everett looked off in thought and chuckled. "Your father looks identical to the character that played Draco's father in the movie, same long blonde hair and pissy disposition," he laughed heartily and I shrugged with a smile.

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

“He taught me strategy. He taught me arrogance.” “Which did you keep?” “Both, until I watched him die.” The words weren’t theatrical; they were iron filings settling. “The Dominion learned he carried moonblood—old lines mingled with witch veins. They wanted our house as proof that magic and wolf could breed true. They got him instead. I was too young then to stop it. Too proud to ask for help.” Kaelira sat with that. “And the tether?”

He was the mirror image of Rafael Blackthorn. “Saraya, meet RB’s father — Harrison Macaulay Blackthorn,” Vidhant said, breaking her thoughts. She looked up to see both Harry and Vidhant watching her. Zee blabbered happily at the sight of his grandpa and raised his tiny hands towards him. Harry, with a soft smile, stepped forward and picked the little boy up. “Hello, Sir,” Saraya said meekly. Harry made a mock-grim face. “Am I your boss or something that you’re calling me Sir? Call me Uncle, just like Vidhant,” he said kindly. Saraya nodded immediately.

A chill ran down Harry’s spine as he mentally chewed on the information of who was standing right in front of him…the very same man who was probably the one who had murdered his father and killed his dog. “Come on, man. Say something. You’re in the presence of a celebrity!” Malek said, chuckling freely. “I know your dad is dead and all, but come on…” He wiggled his brows, a crazy look in his eyes. “You’re sick!” Harry spat at him, the reminder that his father, who was the only family he had left, had just been murdered by this psychopath. “What the f*ck is wrong with you?!” Tears burned his eyes and threatened to fall.

Someone like him couldn't be easily arrested, even if he did something wrong to Alexa. The Wright family was also filled to the brim with scheming people and was full of two faced people. How could I allow Alexa to enter a family like that? She was too naive and saw the good in everything. Seeing as she even thinks Morgan is a good man, would she even believe me if I told her some of Morgan's secrets? Even the military was finding ways to bring down his authority over several officials of the government. The man had men who could do his bidding in most government offices in the country.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?