First Ritual (Edited)

(Peter POV)

Betraying my friends once seemed like a good decision as the dark side was winning, but James's daughter changed all of that. I had to flee and hide among Dumbledore's most trusted allies, where I gained valuable information and stayed safe from both my former friends and new enemies. Although I was awarded the Order of Merlin as a "martyr," living like a rat was disgusting, and only Molly's cooking made it bearable.

The news of the Azkaban Breakout was shocking and frightening. I wondered if the Lord had broken out his followers or if the Death Eaters had banded together and escaped. The most pressing question was, what of Sirius? Would he be killed, or would he join the Dark Lord's side to seek revenge on me? I wasn't eager to leave my hiding place and meet my associates, as they never treated me with respect or dignity. Perhaps even Bella would kill me.

As I nibbled on leftovers under the kitchen table, I heard the door open and sniffed Fred's scent. I was about to hide under the table when I felt myself being picked up. I knew I was in for a dozen pranks and experiments, but Fred was strangely quiet today and didn't tell me about any pranks or laugh at me, which was unusual.

As we walked towards the woods, I felt involuntary shudders run through me, as if my magic was warning me. I was panicking, wondering if the twins had a cruel prank in store for me. I decided to transform and kill them if it was a cruel prank, as I didn't know mind spells and couldn't erase their memory.

As we reached the clearing, I smelled a familiar scent that I couldn't quite place, but what I saw next froze my blood. Sirius Black, in all his glory, was standing there with George lying prone. I was about to transform, but the stunner was faster!

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(Sirius POV)

Stunning the rat, I expanded my magical senses to check if they were being followed. As I looked at George, who was lying flat on the ground and stunned, I couldn't help but wonder if his scared eyes were due to the situation or the absurdity of a man coming to steal a rat from his house. He would probably find it humorous if he knew that the mouse was actually a grown man.

Pity. It wouldn't matter, as he and his brother would forget about it. Bending down and connecting my wand to his temple, I muttered, "Obliviate," followed by a sleeping spell. George's scared eyes went blank for a moment before closing and he went to dreamland.

I repeated the process of obliviation followed by a sleep charm on Fred and laid him on the floor. I walked over to the broom and redid some runes, adding the final touches to make their knockout seem realistic. I levitated Fred and George and made them stand in front of me, then threw the broom in the air and stomped my foot. Two wooden dildos shaped like p*nises came out and launched themselves on their foreheads. I added some fake memories and vanished my traces, then picked up the rat cage and apparated back to my manor.

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~Black Manor~

(Sirius POV)

With the final piece of the puzzle in my possession, I took Peter out of the cage and untransformed him, then shouted "Accio Voldemort's Wand." The wand zipped into my hand. In my other hand was the infamous yew wand with a phoenix feather core, the last ingredient for the ritual.

Breaking the wand in half, a screeching sound came out, followed by a puff of smoke from the wand. I held the darkened but red feather in my hand. It had likely darkened due to all the dark magic seeping into it. I wondered if there was a black phoenix out there. I lit the broken wand on fire and vanished it. I felt amused as I broke down the so-called canon. The whole shtick of Harry battling Voldemort was due to brother wands. I wondered if the prophecy was still intact, but it didn't matter.

"Kreacher," I called. The head-elf popped in. "Master," he said.

"Prepare a room with all the ingredients I ordered for the second ritual," I instructed. "And take this feather with you too."

"Yes, master," Kreacher popped out.

Looking at him as he left, I missed his insufferable side. Or maybe he was still waiting for me to get rid of the necklace. Levitating the unconscious Peter, I made my way to the dungeon. Opening the door, I watched as the prisoners looked at me with various emotions: fear, hatred, and even envy, most likely because I was free and they were prisoners. The last emotion that caught me off guard was the complex emotions coming from the other side. I looked towards the other side and saw dark eyes peering through the cell bars, filled with hatred mixed with desperation and longing. But I ignored her for today and let her think about her Lord.

"Gentlemen," I shouted, "you have a new guest today." The prisoners were curious as I continued, "A former colleague of yours. I present you the Betrayer, the Spy, and The Rat King himself." I walked ahead and presented the floating Peter.

They answered with a mixture of schadenfreude and fear, thinking I was hunting Death Eaters. Throwing Peter into the empty cell, I cast three stunning spells at the unsuspecting Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, and Mulciber and then opened their doors through the Wards, levitating them out. This scene frightened everyone, as I had never taken anyone out before. Ignoring their reactions, I walked out with my three conductors.

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~Ritual Room~

I arranged all the ingredients in a star shape, with a critical phoenix feather at its center. I positioned the three unconscious Death Eaters in a triangle fashion on the outside of the star, and marked the space with important runes. Stripping off my clothes, I sat in the center of the star shape and ignited the runes.

A buzz was heard, then, as if in response, the buzzing magic around me spun and sank into the unconscious Death Eaters. From them, it flowed toward the ingredients, absorbing some of their properties, and finally flowed into me. Instead of the pain I was expecting, I felt energized as soon as the magic touched me. I could feel my 37.2 trillion cells dance and sing with euphoria. My eyelids became heavy, and I fell asleep, feeling the embrace of a loving mother.

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As Sirius slept, magic flowed through him, transforming his body, bones, organs, muscles, and skin. He underwent cycles of transformation, sometimes appearing mummified and zombie-like, sometimes as a beast made of pure muscle. The three Death Eaters served as conductors, their bodies weakened from their time in Azkaban but now capable of conducting significant amounts of magic. The ritual lasted a long time, with the Death Eaters remaining unconscious due to an overpowered sleeping charm. When the ritual was complete, Sirius sat in the center, his appearance now the pinnacle of humanity, with long, lustrous hair, a chiseled face, and a silky beard. His body looked like a work of art, his muscles perfectly defined.