Chapter 69. Shrieking Shack

Inside an empty classroom, Altair was hitting Cho Chang from behind. Harley had told him that he wanted an apology from the girl. Who was she to refuse? Cho's tongue apologized constantly for sharing the photos. The Asian girl's anus squeezed around him exquisitely as he came inside her. Harley also let out a moan of pleasure as he squeezed his legs around the girl with black hair.

The door burst open. Altair looked at the intruder. He had chosen an unused room for his night-time activities. When it was just his girls, they went straight to the utility room, but he didn't trust Cho.

"Get naked," he said, looking at the new intruder. Violet looked at him, not bothering to obey his order. The girl was panting and sweating. "Didn't you hear me?"

"Peter... took... Lyra," she said, gasping for breath.

"Where?" the boy asked as he dressed himself with a spell. He ignored Chang's groan as he abruptly pulled out of her.

"Peter?" asked Harley, standing up. If it was who she thought it was.

"Pettigrew," said Sirius's daughter.

"Where?!" Altair suddenly approached the girl.

Violet backed away. She could feel her body being aroused by Altair's anger and wondered if she should string him along to make him angrier. Maybe he would hit her. But then she saw genuine concern in his purple eyes and changed her mind. She couldn't be a brat all the time.

"They left the castle and the grounds. They left in this direction," she replied.

She marked their last position with her finger. Altair then realised that the girl had the Marauder's Map. He snatched it from her, intending to return it later. Then he prepared to walk into what was surely a trap.

"Go and get Lily and the headmaster," he said.

"You're not going alone," Harley stopped him. Even Violet looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Then hurry up! If you meet a teacher on the way, warn them," he said, before running off. The girls could have tried to chase him, but they were nowhere near able to do so. His physical condition was superior to theirs.

[Spirit]

Intelligence: 142 (+102,400)

Wisdom: 132 (+51,200).

Soul: 132 (+51,200).

Mana (Evans): 51,688.

Stats points: 19

Over the last month, he had been following Dumbledore's advice. In other words, he had been having lots of sex. He had had to use stat points to keep up with his increasing intelligence. Summer vacation was just around the corner, and he wanted to get as strong as possible before going to Japan.

He sighed as he reached the Whomping Willow. He really hadn't expected Peter to come to Hogwarts. The man had no reason to.

At least, that's what the canon said. Here, however, there was a huge variation: Altair Black.

'Lyra,' he thought of his sister. She had kept her distance from him. She would look at him in the hallways with feigned indifference. Daphne, on the other hand, gave him dreamy looks. They were still important to him. Lyra more than Daphne.

Altair stopped at the Whomping Willow after hitting a knot in the tree. He wondered if Violet would remember the location. Not wanting to take any chances, he cast a spell to make the tree appear to be on fire. It was a harmless spell, merely imitating flames. He didn't want to destroy the tree; he just needed to attract attention so that the teachers could find their way. He only knew about Peter Pettigrew, but there could be others hiding. That was why he needed reinforcements.

He wasn't so arrogant as to believe he could take them all on alone. He had improved, yes, but he wasn't invincible. Not yet, at least.

With a lumus in his hand, he had to crawl through the tunnel. His height didn't help him.

Finally, he reached a trapdoor. He looked up without rushing.

"Why isn't he here?" he heard a shrill voice ask. He resisted the urge to cover his ears. "I can't handle him alone," the voice sounded worried.

'Is this a trap?' he wondered. Was Peter trying to lower his guard? Altair hesitated. He began to carve the wood, imbuing it with magic in the form of runes. He needed to make sure that Peter couldn't escape. He had experimented before.

He had created a rune to prevent the Animagus from changing into their animal form. He had created it one day out of simple curiosity, after his mother boasted that she could turn into a cat, but he couldn't.

It would prove useful. It took a few minutes. But finally, he finished. Peter continued to mutter uncertainly. The man seemed harmless, but it was best not to take any chances.

When he finally emerged, he could see the man. He wasn't fat and disgusting like in the movies. Well, he was still disgusting, but he was skinny and in bad shape. His face didn't have such pronounced rat features — perhaps because he hadn't spent years pretending to be one.

The months since his escape hadn't been enough for him to recover.

His sister and Daphne were tied to chairs with their mouths covered.

The little man reacted quickly. He didn't run away, as Altair had initially thought. He dodged the spell that the black-haired man had cast on his neck. His sister was still conscious, her face red, probably from being hit by the man.

The rat man's wand dug into Lyra's neck. She frowned, but didn't utter a sound — she was too proud to do so. She looked at Altair's eyes with fear.

"How did you get here?" The man's eyes widened as he trembled.

"Throw her on the floor," he ordered, putting all his soul into his voice.

Peter obeyed, pushing the girl away. Altair cast a spell to quickly disarm Peter. Peter was thrown backwards as his wand fell from his hand. Altair saw the fear in his eyes as he tried to turn into a rat. Altair enjoyed this for only a second before casting a petrifying spell. He quickly untied both girls, his eyes never leaving Peter.

He felt Daphne's arms wrap around him. He pushed her away quickly. Not out of coldness; it just wasn't the place.

"Thank you," Lyra murmured. Altair nodded. He walked towards Peter.

"Please, I didn't mean to hurt them. It's just that someone wanted to meet you." Altair hit Peter hard. He heard his nose crack under his fist. " Agh! I... I know where your mother is. If you set me free, I'll tell you," he begged. Altair hit him again. Then he stopped; he could kill him if he continued.

Instead, he transformed him into a rat, put him in a jar, and stored him in his inventory. He had never put a living being in there before. He would give the rat to Lily later; he knew she held a grudge. Maybe this would ease her pain a little.

"Follow me," he said, leading them to the entrance of the tunnel.

He felt Daphne kiss him on the cheek. He looked at her, slightly surprised. His Occlumency prevented him from blushing at her action.

"I knew you'd come," she said, her voice full of love.

Altair didn't know how to respond. He didn't know how to react to either of the two women. Part of him had always liked Daphne, but it wasn't that deep. His feelings for Lavender overshadowed that love.

"Daphne!" his sister interrupted.

"Get in quickly! Go back to Hogwarts," he ordered. Both girls quickly entered the tunnel.

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy.

"It looks like Peter failed," said a mature, raspy voice. "Demon," he continued, looking at him greedily.

"Arcturus?" asked Altair.

"You can call me Grandfather," the man said, smiling, but his eyes remained cold.

Altair couldn't run away. The man in front of him could collapse the tunnel with a simple spell. He would be putting himself and the girls in danger.

Strangely, he didn't want to run. After all, the man in front of him had wanted to attack his loved ones. He knew how strong the man was. He knew it would be difficult to survive. Nevertheless, a part of him told him that he could beat him.

'Is that how Muggles think they can win a fight against a bear?', he thought.

"I'd rather call you Lord Black. But Sirius has that title now. I can't call you Arcturus Black, can I? You were expelled from the House Black," he said casually.

"Avada Kedavra," he said, watching the green beam fly towards him. The young man summoned a chair to shield himself from the curse.

'Shit! I thought they needed me alive.'