Chapter 31 - My Dear Nephew I

"So it was a drink with Narcissa too?"

"What?!" Sirius exclaimed, preserving his emotions and facial features. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why did you say Narcissa's name while… shagging Rosmerta?" Regulus interrogated, his eyes focused. "Have you been doing it with he—"

Sirius scoffed and folded his arms. "Did you fall on your head? I know women ten times hotter than Narcissa. Why would I go after her? Besides, she refused to come wi—"

"She's the hottest!"

"..."

Sirius paused and looked at his younger brother with doubt. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're wrong. I've yet to see someone prettier than Narcissa," Regulus exclaimed shyly. "It's not like she's our direct sister, she's just… a cousin. And isn't it common among the pureb—"

"Enough!" Sirius felt jittery for some reason. He had seen his little brother as someone innocent and kind until now, and suddenly, the freshly graduated Regulus was showing his true colors. "Is that how you think about her?"

"Well…" Regulus shyly looked down, scratching his head awkwardly. "I sort of had a crush on her when I was a kid. She was always so good to me and… Anyway, I'm just saying that you don't have to hide it. If you can save her from that Malfoy, I don't care if you shag her or not."

Where did that come from? This feels like a trap.

"Stop talking nonsense, Regulus. I have no such relationship with Narci—"

"Really?!" Regulus beamed with excitement. "So can I try to get closer to her—"

"No! She's mine!" Sirius suddenly blurted, only to realize he fucked up as Regulus revealed a scheming grin. "You little—"

Regulus chuckled openly, shaking his head. "I'm not even surprised. You're the famed horndog of Hogwarts. Boys at school consider you a legend, guessing how many girls you have shagged throughout your years at school."

"..."

Is that how they all see me? Merlin's beard… my name's ruined. Sirius cursed inside, though unable to refute what Regulus said. He did do a lot of girls.

"In my defense, the thing with Narcissa happened before her marriage," Sirius clarified, raising his hands. "I haven't even met her since she moved to Malfoy Manor."

"And you'll bring her back, right?" Regulus turned serious. "That day when you saved me from receiving the Dark Mark. She had tears in her eyes… She's not evil, Sirius."

"I know," Sirius replied. "Don't worry, I have a plan to save her and perhaps, Bellatrix too if it isn't too late."

"You do?"

"We'll see how it goes." Sirius sighed and walked over to the bed and lied down since this was his room."But I'm more concerned about you. So, I've had a word with a friend of mine over in America. You're joining the Fitchburg Finches Quidditch team. You were a Seeker for Slytherin, so slipping into the reserves should be a breeze for you."

Regulus frowned, "I'm not going. I'll help you fight."

"And die?" Sirius didn't hold back his words. "Look, I fight best when I'm going in alone. I'm… I am immortal, and not even the killing curses can kill me. You saw it that night—I can't keep focusing on saving others when I'm fighting."

"But I have no interest in quidditch."

"I know, and I'm not asking you to become a professional. Just take a tour across the pond, have a bit of fun with some lovely witches, and throw a Quaffle around for a year or two. By the time I've sorted out You-Know-Who, you can come back and do whatever floats your boat," Sirius replied, his voice reassuring and confident. "Trust me, Regulus, this is the best way you can help me."

Having seen Sirius battle like a madman before, Regulus agreed in the end. "You better not die."

"The odds of that ever happening is as great as Dumbledore shaving his beard—not in a million years."

With a slight chuckle, Regulus left the room then, leaving Sirius to rest after the strenuous exercise he had completed.

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Sirius couldn't calm down until he made sure that Regulus had left the country.

Once that was done, he felt the freedom to hunt down the Death Eaters. Over the period, he had already collected enough details and specific locations of the Death Eaters. It was time to terrorize the terrorists.

He quickly packed his bags and took a quick passage through illegal portkeys deep into northern Europe, arriving in Norway. From there, he grabbed his broom and flew in the cold, harsh wind.

Nothing deterred him, however, and soon enough, he reached a small village close to Durmstrang Institute. Arriving with his facial features magically altered, he tried his best to keep a low profile and observe everything.

He didn't know much about Durmstrang but knew enough that one of the professors teaching there was a Death Eater named Karkaroff. Of course, Sirius knew he couldn't just infiltrate the school, so he had to lay a trap and wait there.

The trap was straightforward—a runaway dragon from the nearest dragon reserve. And just so it happens, the dragon flew straight towards Durmstrang Institute. The job was hard, but annoying the dragon was easy while staying hidden under a disillusionment charm.

Soon enough, the bells of the Durmstrang Institute started ringing. All the students were rushed into the school, and the teachers came out to deal with the situation. The teachers themselves lured the dragon away to keep the school's building safe.

Ultimately, the Headmaster of Drumstrang and other teachers tried to capture the dragon without killing it on a frozen lake. But Sirius stayed hidden until the dragon was captured, slowly making his way closer to them as they were only focused on the creature.

"Professor Karkaroff, reach from the left!"

There he is! Sirius finally had a marker on the man's head. One move to end it.

Sirius waited for the perfect moment. The group of professors had already subdued the dragon using the Conjunctivitis Curse. They tied it neatly by all its limbs and the wings using thick steel chains.

"The people from the reserve will soon arrive. We will keep the dragon subdued until then," the old man, perhaps the headmaster of the school, ordered.

Ignoring all that, Sirius approached behind Karkaroff and whipped out his wand. With no mercy at all, under his breath, he shot the killing curse, shooting a blinding flash of green light.

Thud!

Karkaroff fell like a log, dead. That maneuver exposed Sirius at the same time, and every Drumstrang professor's wand swiftly pointed at him. He knew it was foolish to fight there since he only wanted the Death Eaters dead.

He raised both his arms up in surrender. "I'm Sirius Black!"

So they know me. He noticed the change in facial expressions.

"This man that I killed is Igor Karkaroff, a Death Eater. One of the core members of the Dark Lord, Voldemort!" Sirius added and looked down at Igor's body. "Check his inner left forearm, and you'll find the Dark Mark there."

The old man, likely the Headmaster, moved carefully to Igor's body, magically removed the coat, and then removed the sleeves from the dead body. Right there, the Dark Mark was very much visible.

"So it seems." The old man looked at Sirius. "But you entered a different magical jurisdiction than your own. This cannot be overlooked. You killed a man without a sanctioned warrant and used the forbidd—"

"Three hundred and counting!" Sirius replied, his voice taking a cold and almost threatening tone. "That's how many wizards and witches Voldemort and his lot have killed. And mark my words, he's got a thirst for more blood, not just in our world, but amongst Muggles too. You want to talk about jurisdiction while Voldemort's running rampant across Europe, leaving a trail of death in his wake? Are you sure you can handle being publicly known to have a Professor who's the Dark Lord's stooge?"

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Nothing. I shall leave since my work is done. I only wish to end the Dark Lord and his murderous order of Death Eaters." Sirius stepped back, lifting Igor's dead body. "I'm sure you don't want this incident in tomorrow's Daily Prophet—a Death Eater, lurking in a prestigious wizarding school, poisoning young minds toward the dark arts—how many will question if Durmstrang harbors sympathies for blood purists?"

"Sirius Black! Do not—"

Sirius interrupted the old man. "Think with your head for once, and I say it to all of you. Our wizarding governments and all the international wizarding organizations have failed to quell these Dark Lords from rising—such inefficiency brought us Grindelwald, and the same has brought us Voldemort."

With that, Sirius moved further away from them, giving them a serious look.

He simply gave a nod to the Headmaster before apparating away to the Portkey's location; Leaving behind an old man and a few professors deeply pondering the state of magical society.

"Forget it, and never speak of this again." The Headmaster waved and focused on the dragon. "It's their nuisance. I shall speak with Dumbledore later."

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