[ Me*drags myself out of the hiding hole and slides chapter to you all before slipping away again*
I'm so glad you're all enjoying this story. I have to warn you though, there might be a long delay in updates. Close family member of mine has the late stages of dementia and I will be assisting them so that their spouse can get relax without worrying over them. I'm apologizing ahead of time for the long wait you will likely have.
edit: When I began this chapter things in real life spiralled for a while. It's still a high stressed time, the dementia stricken family member passed away (81 years old). I, among other in the family, have been spending most of our time making sure their spouse is not letting grief take over... so I'm very sorry for the wait on this. I also apologize for how short it is but I think you've waited long enough for an update, something is better than nothing right?]
Sebastian woke to the smell of food but didn't want to get up from his place beside Jim. The two of them slept in the same room, which Sirius was surprisingly okay about, and always ended up snuggled close to one another. He took a deep breath and let out a content sigh.
He wished he could stay here and ignore all the trouble that would inevitably arrive once Dumbledore discovers what happened. However he knew he could not ignore it, his "saving people" thing may have died down with age but the damn habit persisted still.
Then again, saving people this time also means screwing over Dumbledore so that's not so bad.
Sebastian pried himself out of Jim's arms, much to the other's sleepy discontent if the whiny 'noooo' was anything to go by, and stood to get dressed. Jim groaned as he too sat up and rubs at his eyes.
"Come on tiger, can't we sleep in?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at his love, who looked at him with a childish pout on his face. He said nothing as he finished getting dressed and giving Jim a flippant wave as he walked out.
"If you dont want any of dad's cooking than sure, you can sleep in. More for me in the long run."
"Changed my mind! I'm up!" Jim exclaimed loudly as he hurried to get dressed.
Sebastian let out a laugh as Jim hurriedly followed him to the dinning room to wait on breakfast.
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As to be expected in the wizarding world, a majority of English pureblood don't know how to cook, save for a few who just enjoy doing it. Those that do often use magic to cook which is not the same.
Knowing this, one could be forgiven for thinking Sirius Black wouldn't know how to cook. That is not in fact the case, Sirius was actually a very good cook without magic. A talent he gained from his wife who, upon hearing about his ineptitude, teased him mercilessly about it. This in turn caused him to attempt cooking without magic. Needless to say that his first few attempts were horrible, he'd damn near burned the house down and even blew up his wife's only working microwave. How she, and other American wizards, got technology to work near magic he will never know. After making him buy her a new microwave, she proceeded to teach him how to cook.
Sirius' eyes watered slightly at the memory of her before he shook his head. Clearing away the thoughts of her, he continued cooking for his son and son's husband. He laughed at how childish they acted when it comes to his food, having heard the exchange before they entered the dinning room.
Sirius knew that both of them are, essentially adults in their minds, but it doesn't show when their bodies make them act more childish than they probably would. Probably something to do with that horomomo stuff Lily told them about, minds reacting differently depending on the amount of horomone thingys.
When the food was finished he set up their plates he took up his wand, newly bought from an American wand maker. With a wave of his wand he entered the dinning room, sending the floating plates to the table. This was met with gleeful looks from both boy's faces before they all began to tuck in.
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Narssisa stood in one of the record rooms within the ministry. Her poised stance and cool expression barely hid the fury within as the attendant frantically searched the many files. She and Lucius had decided that they needed to catch up on what all has happened in the years they've been bespelled. There is no knowing what they might have overlooked because of it.
Lucius decided to visit his various allies, political friends, and previous death eaters personally. He would be trying to convince them to get themselves checked as well.
Narssisa's sister, and family, would discreetly visit people on the 'light' side. They wouldn't be able to tell them outright to get checked out, not when most of them ask Dumbledore about everything, but they could check on them themselves.
Narssisa on the other hand would check on the legal documents, court documents, legal mandates, trial dates and the like.
And already she has found the first discrepancy, one that has caused her blood to boil in anger. Her cousin Sirius, whom she is still sorting through her lost memories about, never received a trial.
A Lord of house Black never received a trial and yet has been in the worst prison in England for years!
As she waited furiously for the worker to continue searching for the files she asked for, another worker ran into the room panicked.
"Sirius Black's escaped Azkaban!"