Novel & Cerita What House Was Sirius Black In

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

The High Solarium had once been the pride of the Blackwood Keep, a glass-domed chamber that offered a panoramic view of the Silver Peaks. Now, the glass was cracked, the stars above obscured by a permanent, violet haze. A single long table of dark mahogany sat in the center of the room, lit by a dozen tall, black candles that flickered in the draft.

The boy beside me chortled mockingly. “Well, for your information, that is Christian Blackwood, the son of Dr. Robert Blackwood JNR.” The moment I heard the last name, I felt my heart stopped all function, and an unfamiliar pain started in the pit of my stomach. “Rules don’t apply to him here; and this is the little I can do for you as a senior here.” He then pointed towards the building before us. “This is zenith hall. I hope you get your shits sorted out.” *****

With no offices being housed in the old pack house, they did not have to worry about random pack members walking into their house. Sirius and his wife took the smaller and older house for more privacy to start their lives and family together. Plus, there was not another house big enough to house all his siblings when he ascended to the position. Malachi had insisted that Sirius and Laura take the bigger house – it was tradition. It was also tradition that currently had him walking across the small field between the two buildings to attend the Council meeting. He was tired of some of these traditions and had no issues with refusing to kick his family out of their house just for tradition.

Upon arriving at the Blackwood main house, it felt deserted. Not empty—but eerily quiet, in an overly orderly way. The main building stretched out, flanked by north and south wings separated by a stone garden and a long glass corridor. Not to mention the other buildings, also grandly constructed—residences of Mr. Arthur's children, grandchildren, and in-laws. "The north wing," said Damian, pointing to the shadier building. I immediately followed Damian as he headed toward the north building of the Blackwood estate. Uncle Jasper and Aunt Amira lived there. So did Lily.

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't urgent, boss. I got word from Hurst that Bastile has been looking for her, I think we should move her, Bastile's little bitches are sniffing too close. I can arrange for my men to move her to one of the safe houses close to the Brute Route, until we have an action plan." Okay yeah, this is conversation clearly not meant for my ears. The man's minacious voice, his tense stance and just the nature of their conversation was disturbing me deeply. "Bastile is just a toothless dog, he is the least of my worries, but that cunt, Suven," I flinched at the sudden sound of glass slamming into the marble countertop, I had never heard Mr Blackwood sound so darkly devilish

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

“Boaz seems to have quit drinking, since he hasn’t come out recently. It’d be pretty boring if we went to Royal Court by ourselves.” “I’m going to the Black family’s mansion,” Titus said coolly, as if he was going to a place that had nothing to do with him. Once those words registered in Sirius’s head, he was stunned. “The… Black family’s mansion?” He put down his wine glass and went over to Titus. “You’re actually going home? Are pigs flying?” Titus said nothing, but his expression turned cold the moment Sirius mentioned the word “home”. Sirius fell silent once he saw it and did not say anything else.

"That's strange. Someone must have whispered in the right people's ears, because since the Ministry was founded, one of its bases was to assure that everyone had a just trial. As just as politics can get. But someone must not have wanted to see him free." "And I agree with you, Erik. The mess will be gigantic well the press gets its hands on this news. Sirius Black is the presumptive Lord of the Black family, as he is the last living male Black. His grandfather, Lord Arcturus Black, passed away last year." "Yes, I can see it. 'Heir Black is thrown in Azkaban without trial'." Erik made a gesture with his hands, like he was reading a big banner. Amelia nodded at that. She knew that just like E

He can't find me. I have to run away, somewhere, anywhere. He just can't find me. He may already know where I am for all I know. I walked right into a hard wall, stumbling back I lost my balance. I waited for my body to come in contact with the ground but it never came. I opened my tightly shut eyes, all the breath was knocked out of my lungs as I stared into a mesmerizing pair of green eyes. "Mr Black?" His face was barely an inch away from mine, his breath fanned against my face.