Chapter 32 - My Dear Nephew II

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Sirius arrived back at 12 Grimmauld Place with Karkaroff's dead body. There, he quickly called for Alastor Moody and Dumbledore, wanting to clear things out before any misunderstanding could arise.

"Killing curse?" Moody sneered as soon as he checked the dead body.

Sirius scoffed at that. "You wanted me to duel him and let the faculty of Durmstrang join in to save him? He's a Death Eater, and that's all that matters."

Dumbledore remained silent throughout, his piercing gaze affirming Karkaroff's dark allegiance. "You have acted commendably, Sirius. But tread cautiously along this perilous road. Don't allow yourself to be consumed by its shadows."

Sirius nodded, not a very avid follower of Dumbledore anymore. In his eyes, the old man had failed at his job yet again. "I'll retire once this insanity is over."

"Join the Ministry," Moody suggested.

Sirius scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke. "And play the obedient pet? I'll pass, thanks."

Moody sneered and grabbed the dead body. "Inform us next time before you go attacking again."

"And have the intelligence leaked? My trust in the Ministry is as high as Voldemort's sense of mercy. I'd rather go alone than be backstabbed," Sirius replied, not holding back his words one bit. "You know, Professor Dumbledore knows, and almost everyone knows—the Ministry is compromised, and the Dark Lord's spies are in there."

Moody glared at Sirius, starting to feel angry. "You know these spies?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You'll know if one of them drops dead with a Dark Mark."

Thud!

Moody let go of the dead body and approached Sirius abruptly, aiming to teach him a lesson. "You have no authority to run around and murder at will. You're no better than them if yo—"

Sirius folded his arms, glaring back at Moody. "Oh, so our incompetent, gloriously failed Ministry is going to teach me about what's right and wrong? Blind your other eye too, Auror, if you can't even see the reality—Wizengamot is infested with the filthiest of blood supremacists. Your last two ministers have been voted out, and this third one—well, let's just say I'm not exactly witnessing a surge in competence."

"Calm!" Dumbledore interrupted their bickering, his voice loud without him roaring. "What truly matters is that we find unity in purpose. Sirius, do you place your trust in Alastor?"

"Him? I do."

"Then inform him, and only him, before you take any action against the Death Eaters," Dumbledore advised.

But Sirius shook his head. "I'm not sure. Won't he end up informing the rest of the Aurors? There could be spies hidden among them."

Dumbledore nodded and glanced at Moody. "In such times, you can only trust those who trust you with their life. Perhaps it is time for the Order to gather."

"Agreed." Sirius didn't object to that.

The old Headmaster nodded and proceeded to leave after that. They didn't have a Dark Mark-like spell to call all the members, after all. It was going to take time, and Sirius' home was chosen to be the headquarters until the end of the war.

Just two days later, the entire Order of the Phoenix gathered and discussed how to deal with the Dark Lord. Sirius, at the center of it all, avoided looking at Lily the entire time and focused only on the goal.

He briefed them about Death Eaters but didn't share the identities of the known ones. He still didn't fully trust all members of the Order.

Finally, as the meeting came to an end, a group picture was taken. Following that, Sirius let the members use the 12 Grimmauld Place to their liking, while he began to camp out in various places, hunting the Death Eaters down.

It wasn't easy since each time he killed one, the rest would cower and hide in an even deeper hole. The Dark Lord could do nothing but seethe, seeing his grand army slowly being reduced to hunted, dead rats.

After Karkaroff, the Carrow siblings fell, confirmed Death Eaters. Following that, Sirius began looking out for Lucius Malfoy, knowing very well he was a Death Eater and one of the hurdles blocking him from saving Narcissa.

However, a year passed in his hunt, and the middle of nineteen-eighty arrived. He found himself leaving his cover and approaching Malfoy Manor straightforwardly through the front doors, donned in a fresh set of clothes, his hair combed neatly.

Knock! Knock!

The door of the Malfoy manor opened, and a little house elf peeked out, looking up. "Yes?"

"Tell your master, Sirius Black has come to see Narcissa and her newborn son," Sirius ordered, holding a gift-wrapped box. "Quick."

The little house elf flinched and rushed back into the house. A few moments later, the door opened, and there stood Narcissa, dressed in a single-piece, gray maternity gown reaching her ankles, gently tied around her shapely waist.

"Cissy," He whispered her name with a big smile. Her face seemed somehow even more charming now, with a strange glow. Her blonde locks were tied in a loose bun, and her blue eyes were sparkling.

She looked almost the same other than a hint of extra flesh in perfect places, breasts bigger, hips wider, but none of that took away the charm of her beauty.

"S-Sirius…" Narcissa muttered, hiding the smile from forming on her lips. She glanced back in the house for once, and then back at Sirius. "Y-You here…"

"What? I can't come to see the little one?" Sirius asked and stepped dangerously close to her, their bodies merely an inch apart from touching. That made Narcissa step back on her own, letting him in.

As if he owned the place, Sirius walked deeper into the mansion, walking towards what he guessed was the large living hall. The fireplace was lit, and gentle music was playing in the background.

"There it is." Sirius finally noticed a cradle a little away from the fire, being swayed by the house elf. He didn't wait and approached to look, finding a little blonde boy, eyes closed and cheeks chubby. "What's his name?"

"D-Draco Malfoy."

Sirius nodded, placing the gift he had brought beside the cradle. "Where is Lucius?"

"Watching you!"

Sirius looked behind, and there appeared the long-haired, proud man in his overdressed persona. Entering through the hallway, he took a seat on the main armchair, sitting cross-legged, his cane in hand.

"Do you truly not fear us, you blood traitor..."

Sirius smirked and strolled towards Lucius, standing close enough that the man had to look up at him. "Is that how you calm your heart? Lying to yourself? Ah, I've lost track of how many Death Eaters I've killed by now."

Lucius maintained his proud persona. "The Dark Lord won't let you go."

"What about you?" Sirius inquired, his tone laced with mockery as he smirked. "Should I add your name to the list of Death Eaters I've ended? I'm yet to see your Dark Lord saving any of you, honestly. Such an incompetent, inhuman pest he is—for someone dreaming of ruling the world, he can't even defeat me."

"Inhuman? What does that make you, an unkillable man?"

"And there lies your answer." Sirius stepped back. "Unkillable, and that's why your Dark Lord's end is all but guaranteed. As for you, and your little cockroach friends—Azkaban sounds like a fine place to be."

Sirius approached the cradle and gazed down at little Draco. "Fear not, I'll be a proper uncle and educate him in the ways of magic, as well as enlighten him about the monstrous nature of his father—a betrayer of all humanity."

Despite being mocked and insulted, not once did Lucius take out his wand. He knew very well he couldn't win against him. He had seen the massacre at that hideout before. Killing curses were useless to him.

"Why have you come here?" Lucius asked. "If it is to get me, I accept a duel."

"Not today. I came to see my dear nephew and Narcissa today," Sirius said, glancing fondly at Narcissa. "For you, I'll visit again very soon."

Narcissa saw her husband gritting his teeth, holding his rage back. She stepped forward to calm things down and caught Sirius by his arm. "Let's speak elsewhere, Sirius… L-Let Draco sleep here. Dobby, pour wine for my husband."

"Dobby understands, Mistress."

Narcissa didn't wait a moment more and pulled Sirius away, straight into the sizable kitchen of the mansion. She pushed him in and then shut the door, locking it. Her breath was already heavy, and her eyes tensed as she turned to Sirius. "Why must you do this, Sirius?"

"What? Go after Lucius?"

"No! Why come here?!"

"So you don't mind if I go after Lucius?" Sirius asked back, smirking a little. "I came to see you and Draco. Narcissa—I swear in the name of… myself."

Narcissa held herself from chuckling. She knew the only person Sirius loved more than himself was himself. He had nobody's name to swear by. "Then you must leave quickly. He may have alerted the other Death Eaters and the... Dark Lord."

"Come on, Cissy." Sirius approached her, gently taking hold of her hand. "Is this what I get after finally seeing you after more than a year? Don't you want to leave? Come with me, away from this place? Live in 12 Grimmauld Place with me."

There was a flicker of longing in Narcissa's eyes as she gazed up at him, her delicate fingers gently caressing the side of his face. "You know my answer, Sirius," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.

"I can't... I am a Malfoy now, and this is my home. I have a son to consider... a family that binds me."

"A family that will get you killed," Sirius replied, placing both his hands on the middle of her curvy waist, where her maternity gown was tied. "Lucius will spell doom for you and Draco, Cissy. I… I'll take care of him and the Dark Lord soon enough, but I don't want to leave you under a sword that can fall on you at any moment."

Narcissa caught the sides of Sirius' face with both her soft palms, rubbing his stubble beard. She noticed his genuine concern for her, and she truly felt like agreeing with him. "The wizarding Britain will laugh at me, Sirius. To leave my marital home while Lucius is still here… I can't bear the thought of Draco being subjected to ridicule."

Sirius sighed, understanding her perspective at the same time. Then I just have to kill him?

Feeling her frustration, he pulled her in and embraced her against his chest, his arms tightening around her waist. His lips were close to her ears, and he whispered, "Don't worry, Cissy. I'll take care of it all soon enough. You will soon be able to live with me, and Draco will have the greatest childhood a child can dream of, much better than ours."

"Hah," she chortled, leaning into his chest. "That's hardly a lofty benchmark to surpass."

"Damned be our ancestors," he replied, and softly lowered his face onto hers, receiving her soft, thin lips against his. He closed his eyes as soon as they made contact. Silky sensations and goosebumps all over their skin, the two held each other tightly, relishing the warmth and care they both longed for.

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