Bab 69: Grown Dog
IMPORTANT: New Chap in Sheo.bio, obviously. For some reason, only a quarter of you guys have joined our merry band of madlads, which is pretty sad since well...it's 10 chapters ahead for free. So We'll do something nice, If half of you guys start visiting the isles then I'll promise to release five new chapters in one go! How does that sound? Cool?
There'll also be three new chaps in Webnovel if it happens, so you're winning anyways.
(A/N: This chapter is dedicated to you, yes you, you rock!)
Sirius hated wizengamot meetings.
If he ever had to describe it, something he deeply wished to avoid (He had enough of it already!), he'd liken it to a giant viper nest where some unknown power dumped every sick, twisted and manipulative clusterfucks magic has ever produced.
Just today, he had to pull off the whole 'Wronged Pureblood Lord' card to stop a pink toad of a woman from passing a law that would make every werewolf even more miserable than they already were…pun intended.
Moony would've fallen back into his good old depressed state, but thankfully the clusterfucks were pretty receptive to someone who fought Voldemort and went to Azkaban, especially when he was called Black.
The fact that said clusterfucks were responsible for policing an entire secret society was more than a little alarming, and he was one reckless motherfucker.
'Was' He thought, stepping out of the fireplace. 'Can't be that kind of dog anymore.'
Grimmauld used to smell like a troll cave, and looked like one too. With cobwebs everywhere, so many cursed or otherwise aesthetically revolting pieces of furniture littered the hallway. (With the exception of his mother, who happened to be BOTH cursed and revolting.)
There was none of that left.
Nowadays it smelled like cinnamon, pines and lately burnt roses; His son had enchanted many candles into producing the scents he liked most, crafty little fox.
His son, it's been a couple years but the word still made him giddy, nervous and just a little bit euphoric. Sirius must have been one of the few people who went to Azkaban and still managed to have a good, brag-worthy son.
Hell, most people raised them and couldn't get the same results.*Cough* Malfoy *Cough*
Sure, Magnus was a bit lacking in the pranking department, and he had the habit of spending hours on end in the library. Then again, he was a Ravenclaw…Merlin, the son of Sirius Black was a Ravenclaw, and a bloody smart one at that! Who would have thought?
"Kreacher, I'm home." He heard a pop, and the now well dressed and perfectly groomed elf appeared before him with a tray full of coffee and pastries.
Yeah, this felt like home.
Sirius barely had the time to change his clothes, and put on something more comfortable (And more muggle, these folk knew their stuff.) before the one person he had to thank for this change of scenery sent him a letter with one of the school owl's.
Harry had told his son he could Hedwig in one of their Marauder Weekends with him and Remus, the snowy bird needed all the action she could get, but of course he politely refused him.
The son of Sirius Black being polite! Who would have… okay the joke became stale.
'I should buy him an owl next time he comes back.' He thought the letter opened itself as soon as he touched it.
Sirius snorted, of course it was enchanted.
Another very Magnus thing was just how small and to the point this letter was. Children should be pouring their hearts out and writing as much as possible, not sending a letter with two sentences. How was he supposed to find something tease-worthy if he acted like that?
What wasn't Magnus like at all, however, was the actual content of this letter.
– Dear Padfoot.
I need girl advice, if you make fun of me I'll turn you into your more graceful form and have you neutered.
Yours, Magnus Black.
"…"
Merlin, Morgana and all that is sacred…this is the Holy Grail!
"My son is finally noticing the fairer sex." He wiped a few tears, smiling madly while a very disturbed Kreacher looked at him. "You heard that, Kreacher? Magnus has the hots for a girl!"
Unexpectedly, the elf smiled happily, a sight so terrifying Sirius would rather forget for good. Alcohol was out of the equation, maybe he could convince Andy to obliviate him?
"Good, the great master Magnus will soon return the house to its former glory." He nodded to himself, "I be telling mistress about it, we will celebrate."
Sirius didn't know what he meant by celebration, he really didn't. Nope, not a clue. Not the slighest idea…Fuck, he thought about it now.
"Yeah, Andromeda should obliviate me." He said, once more looking like the tormented ex-convict who tried to curse three of his mind healers with a breadstick. "She'll also want to know that her dear nephew will soon join the dark side, he'll be a lady killer."
Already he made a list of every trick he once used to seduce chicks in his youth, it was about time he passed on the knowledge to somebody else.
Yeah, life was good for Sirius Black.
If you didn't count the Wizengamot meetings!
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Hey guys! It's Uncle Sheo!
Here's a seriously nice little chapter, pun very much intended. I wanted to give some justice to the Marauder in chief, he is a pretty important character after all, and you guys apparently wanted to see more of that overgrown dog than I deigned showing you.
We took a break from the whole tournament thingy, did some seriousness here and some humour there to please everyone aboard. All it needs is some more magic, Lockhart torture, fluff and of course Dobby Tate and it'll become a perfect Eagle Soars chapter.
Peace and Cheese!
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