(I don't own Harry Potter or its characters, only this fanfiction's plot)
Sirius woke up that morning and almost had a heart attack when he reached over and couldn't even find his son's foot on the bed. Sitting up with a start, he remembered that Harry was at the Prewetts for the weekend.
Flopping back into bed, Sirius looked over at the clock. Eight fifteen A.M. Far too early to be conscious when a child wasn't depending on him in Sirius's humble opinion.
So it wasn't until around nine when he got up, took a shower, and set about the list of nothing he had planned today.
Sirius tried cleaning (which didn't take long with magic), cooking, running around the woods as Padfoot- yet, he was still inconceivably bored.
It was.. Odd. He used to do things before he had Harry, right? Granted, most of those things included fighting Death Eaters, running from Death Eaters, plotting to destroy said Death Eaters..
"I'm fucking boring," Sirius grumbled, flopping down on the couch only to yelp in pain- landing on something rather hard and sharp.
Sirius sat up with a groan, "Damnit Hades, I told you to put your toys away before we..."
Seeing it was in fact, not one of Harry's toys, Sirius clamped his mouth shut. Picking the thick book up in confusion, he remembered the bookstore, and his exchange with Lockhart.
"No way," Sirius said. "I'm not about to be the male equivalent of those sad wine moms. As if."
He wasn't going to give the smug bastard the satisfaction.
A few hours later, however, Sirius's resolve was dwindling. It wasn't like Lockhart would know he read his stupid book, right? It wasn't like he'd write him about it or anything.
It started out surprisingly good, Lockhart had nice grammar- Sirius would give him that. Though.. He soon started to realize why Remus had looked so pissed off in the shop.
Unsurprisingly, a lot of the werewolf information was just blatantly incorrect. Lycanthropes had no control of themselves while transformed, and even if they did most of them wouldn't go around attacking villages.
What actually sent Sirius was that Lockhart actually makes the claim that he cured this man- the Wagga Wagga Werewolf- of lycanthropy. Not even a "I wish it could have been this way"- No. The bastard makes the claim he cured one of the worst diseases in the world with a spell designed to shift animagi back to their human selves.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Sirius scowled down at the book cover. Certainly, someone else had noticed.. Right?
Granted, most didn't know much about werewolves or animagi. The former being classified as dark creatures and the latter being more obscure magic. That didn't mean Lockhart was just going to get away with it though. Someone would point it out and that would be that.
I could point it out.
The thought hit him and didn't let go. Like a particularly sticky piece of gum that had lodged itself in his hair.
He could go to the Daily Prophet, but what good would it do? Sure, it might cause some controversy, but it wasn't likely that anything would stick.
It was unlikely anyone would believe The-Coward-of-Gryffindor. Not over Witches Weekly's favorite man-candy, anyways.
"But they might believe Lockhart.." Sirius realized, an evil grin spreading over his features as he rushed into his room; muttering a plan under his breath whilst putting on some of his nicer robes.
The Malfoy's were an uppity bunch, after all.
If someone had told Sirius six years ago that he'd be able to navigate Lucius's home like the back of his hand, he'd be fairly torn between laughing in their face and blasting it off. Now, he was rather resigned to the fact they were family.
Knocking on the door, Sirius smiled as he leaned against the doorframe. "Feeling any better, Cissy?"
His cousin, sick as she was, simply glared at him before lurching- a bucket appearing for her use in an instant.
"It's been three weeks," Sirius said with a shake of his head. "You really should see a healer."
"I'm not seeing my sister." Narcissa stated flatly, giving Sirius a look.
"Hey," Sirius laughed as he raised his hands in surrender. "I never specified that you should see Andy. Just someone to make you feel better."
Sitting up straight Narcissa set the bucket aside, it disappearing now that it was no longer in use. "It's just nausea, I'm fine."
Sirius brows rose but he said nothing more about it. She was as stubborn as him at times.
"I suspect you've heard of my run-in with Lockhart by now."
Narcissa nodded, lip curling in distaste. "Don't tell me you're actually going to go."
"Actually," Sirius began, "I think I should."
His cousin groaned loudly at that, "You must realize he's just using you for your status, yes? It's not even a major social event, so I don't see the point in wasting your time."
Sirius shrugged, "I don't know, I'm thinking it will be a mutually beneficial experience."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed, though her frown disappeared.
She considered her cousin for a moment. Leaning back, she raised a dainty eyebrow. "And just what are you up to?"
Sirius smirked and handed her the hard-backed copy that had been thrust upon him just a few days prior.
"How familiar are you with werewolves?"
Just what could Sirius possibly be planning? And how does his beautiful, but currently ill, cousin factor into it?
Lockhart got away with a surprising amount of easily debunked bullshit originally. Sirius certainly isn't going to let him drag werewolves through the mud this time around
How is Hades doing at the Prewetts you might ask? Well, you're just going to have to find out next time :)
Also, on an unrelated note, would you guys be interested in any A:TLA fanfics? I've been working on a warrior Yue and airbender!Zuko au if you guys are
Let me know what you think!
