I'm opening a slot for one shots. I'm planning to make a separate book of just one shots. The ones where Harry lives with Sirius. It can be anything right from sick Harry to him getting in trouble, or whatever you'll like. You'll need not be extremely specific, a general idea will also do.
Just message your requests to me and I'll select the best one and have it uploaded ASAP.
Okay, so here's the next chapter and it's slightly longer than the ones I've written so far. Some of you'll might find Sirius' reaction a little too harsh as you'll read the chapter but I personally feel that's how he'd react. Harry means the world to him. He's bound to get overprotective.
For all those of you who like reading angry/ powerful Sirius, this one's for you. Enjoy!
Harry stood next to Wood and took a deep breath. This was it. They had been training vigorously for the past few days for this match. Wood had worked the team hard and everyone had done so without a word of complaint. The entire team wanted to win the cup this year, more than ever before.
"We can do this. Just focus on what we've been doing since the past couple of days. We are going to win this." Oliver said in a low voice.
The doors were thrown open and the entire Gryffindor team walked into the pitch, head held high and nervousness well hidden. There was a huge round of applause and cheering from the stands as the seven players entered. If any of the students had been shaken by last night's events, then it certainly didn't show now as they screamed their lungs out in pitch.
Harry turned his head in the direction of the Professors' stand and saw Sirius. The man gave him his trademark wink and a wide smile. All the best, he mouthed the words to his godson. Harry smiled back. It was a half nervous smile though. He could do this. He had to win this. He wanted to make Sirius proud and that's exactly what he would do today. The apprehension dimmed a little, replaced by determination.
The Slytherin team entered the pitch and the Slytherin stands erupted with cheering but the response from the other three houses was greatly underwhelming.
"Captains, shake hands." Madam Hooch ordered. Wood and Flint glared daggers at each other before nearly crushing each other's hands. Harry saw Malfoy giving him a dirty look and immediately returned the favour. There was no way he was losing today's game.
"Mount your brooms!"
Harry straddled his broom and kicked off forcefully from, the ground, feeling the familiar rush of excitement. The other players did the same.
Hooch released the quaffle and blew her whistle. "Let the match begin!"
Harry flew higher, higher than anyone else, his eyes squinting around for the snitch. Malfoy followed him closely, doing the same. His eyes darted around everywhere before he saw it.
There it was, the pesky little object was nothing more than the slightest glimmer of gold. It was hovering above Adrian Pucey's head. He dived down sharply, whizzing past George who was determined to whack a bludger into Flint's head.
Harry felt a rough shove against his left shoulder as Malfoy pushed him with his. He narrowly missed hitting himself against a pole. "You alright there scarhead?" He sneered before flying past Harry, having spotted the snitch himself.
Harry zoomed after Malfoy, trying to overtake him. Every now and then he heard Lee Jordan hollering, his voice carrying through the Quidditch pitch.
"IT SEEMS POTTER AND MALFOY HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH!" Lee Jordan, the commentator yelled.
"AND THERE GOES GRYFFINDOR CHASER KATIE BELL AND YES! SHE SCORES!" The crowd cheered, scarlet and gold banners waving furiously as they screamed with excitement.
Gryffindor was currently leading with 80-50. All Harry had to do now was catch the snitch. Steadily, the other chasers from both houses also scored goals.
He had lost the snitch again and his eyes roamed the air wildly, trying to spot it. His eyes landed on Malfoy, who had apparently seen the snitch. With a sharp tug of his broom, he dashed after him. The two of them went shoulder to shoulder, pushing and shoving each other. They dived, went left, right and everything else.
From the stands, Sirius watched Harry's various twists and dives with pride. Malfoy junior wasn't all that bad either. He seemed to be nearly keeping pace with Harry. It was a good game.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucius Malfoy sitting straight and tense, his pale face was drawn tightly as he observed the two seekers.
The whole crowd watched with bated breath as two semi-blurred figures of green and scarlet flew with their hands outstretched. Anything could happen as of now.
Suddenly, the snitch shot upwards and Harry, being the better flier jerked his handle upward sharply and with one swift grab, he captured the snitch firmly within his hand.
"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS WITH TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY POINTS!"
There was moment of silence before almost the entire pitch erupted with shouts of admiration and applause. Sirius leapt to his feet and clapped, harder than ever before as the students chanted 'Potter!' over and over. He decided to let his friends and team congratulate Harry before going over and doing so himself.
The Slytherins jeered but they were barely audible though. Once everyone had voiced their cheers, Sirius made his way to his godson.
"That was some flying there kiddo." Harry's head turned around to see his godfather standing behind him. Harry threw his arms around Sirius' waist and hugged him with all his might, not caring that his friends were watching. "I'm so proud of you pup. You were absolutely brilliant out there." Sirius said and it was the complete truth. "Thanks Sirius." His voice was heavy with emotion as he took in the pure happiness on Sirius' face. He'd do anything for that look of unadulterated euphoria. "I'll see you later. Okay?" Harry nodded and watched as Sirius left and the pitch emptied out.
He was just about to leave as well when he bumped into someone. "Mr. Potter, we meet again." Harry looked up to see Lucius Malfoy glaring down at him disdainfully. "Strutting about the place are we?"
Harry forced himself to remain quiet. He wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of getting to him. When Malfoy got no reply, he taunted him further. "Quite the insolent one, aren't you, just like your pathetic godfather."
That was the last straw for Harry. Nobody was allowed to say one bad word about Sirius. He looked the blonde patriarch dead in the eye: "Neither is my godfather insolent, nor is he pathetic. I think you've confused him with yourself, sir."
Malfoy lost his sneer at that. He stepped closer to Harry, grabbed his upper arm in a vice like grip and yanked him closer. Harry tried to wrench himself free of Malfoy's hold but he couldn't. the momentary flare of his temper had vanished now, replaced by the sense of helplessness and fear that was all too familiar to Harry. Lowering his face till they were facing each other, he snarled at Harry: "You do not want me as your enemy Potter, otherwise you shall meet the same sorry end your parents did."
He felt tears prick his eyes due to the severe grip on his upper arm plus the digs at his dead parents but there was no way in hell that he was going to cry in front of Malfoy. All the professors had gone back to the castle so he couldn't even shout for help.
After what seemed like forever, the haughty man released his grip, gave Harry one last disgusted look before walking away with his robes billowing behind him. Harry took a deep breath and forced the tears down with great difficulty. He wouldn't cry. His arm was still throbbing but he wouldn't let it affect him. He'd faced worse injuries before.
He stood there for a little more, in the empty pitch, a little shaken before deciding to go up to meet Sirius. He really wasn't in the mood for a party in the common room anymore.
As he climbed inside, Harry schooled his features before looking at Sirius. He didn't want his godfather to know that something was wrong. Once he was sure that he wouldn't give anything away, he stepped inside the room.
Sirius didn't have any classes to teach that day so he was totally free. "Hey kiddo," he greeted as he heard Harry climb through the portrait hole.
As Harry came in, Sirius casually held out his arm, beckoning Harry towards him and his godson complied almost immediately. He threw his arm around Harry.
Harry leaned into Sirius' side, burying his face in the man's shirt. Sirius, totally oblivious to his pup's bruised arm, lightly jostled Harry's arm and the latter winced harshly.
Sirius frowned at this. He was sure he hadn't been hard in the least. "Pup, did you hurt yourself during Quidditch?" He asked, worried.
Harry froze at that. "No." He replied, a little too quickly. He should have known better than to assume that he'd be able to hide his wound from Sirius. "I'm fine Sirius." Harry lied. He'd been doing a lot of that lately and honestly, he was starting to feel a bit pathetic.
"Let me see it." Sirius stated. "It's nothing Sirius, really." Harry tried one last time. "Well if its nothing, I don't see why I can't take a look at it. Now Harry."
With a sigh, Harry pulled off his robe and held out his left arm. Sirius rolled up Harry's shirt sleeve and there he saw it: right there, on Harry's upper arm was an angry mark of a red hand, circling the thin bicep. It was slightly swollen as well.
"Who did this?" Sirius surprised himself with the amount of rage in his voice but as of now, he couldn't care less. He wanted nothing more than to find that filth who had done this to his son and rip their throat out. Whoever had the gall to do this, was going to pay. Heavily.
"Harry, who was it?" Sirius asked again, barely controlling his temper.
Harry knew that there was no getting out of this. Maybe if he kept quiet for a really long time, Sirius wouldn't push him. He was well aware that his guardian would go ballistic when he found out who had done it. He didn't want to make a big deal of it. "Harry James," Sirius' tone had turned impatient now.
"It was Lucius Malfoy." He finally blurted out.
Sirius saw red the moment he heard the name slip out of Harry's mouth. How dare that bloody bastard! If he knew Malfoy well, there was more to this story. "What else did he say?" He forced the words out in a somewhat calm tone although his hands were itching to beat that arsehole to a pulp.
As quickly as he could, Harry narrated the entire incident. Part of Sirius was touched by the way Harry had defended him but the other major half was fuming.
He knew that he was too angry now and if he did anything rash, Harry would become the recipient of his anger and that was the last thing he wanted.
He took a deep breath and counted to ten in four different languages. Once sufficiently calm, he summoned some ointment. Wordlessly, he gently took hold of Harry's arm and dabbed the salve on that particular area. The slight flinch from the boy only added to his anger.
Sirius had felt anger, fury and rage many a time in his life but presently, he was purely livid. Malfoy was going to pay. But now, he had to calm down.
Ten minutes later, he was sufficiently calm to speak without yelling.
"Don't worry pup, it'll get better." Sirius soothed, once he had finished applying the salve. "Thanks." Harry replied.
Now that Harry's wound had been taken care of, it was time for plan payback.
"Ah here it is!" Remus exclaimed, pulling out an old parchment from the huge pile of dusty books and letters. He handed the letter to Sirius who opened it with a rather evil smile.
His eyes skimmed the letter, his smile widening as he went through it. "So, how much does it come up to?" Asked Remus looking rather curious himself.
"30 billion galleons." Sirius replied, looking like Christmas had arrived early.
The two of them were currently in one of the many rooms of Black Manor, plotting revenge against Malfoy. They had come up with several ideas when Sirius had remembered something.
His father had spoken on several occasions about how the Malfoys were in debt. It had all started with Nicholas Malfoy. He had borrowed money from the Blacks, his descendants had followed his footsteps but no one had borrowed as much money as the current Malfoy head.
Although he wasn't like his family, there were some traits that had been invariably passed on from his father. Sirius was ultimately a Black and the Blacks were known for their absolute ruthlessness towards those who dared to cross them. Although 30 billion galleons wasn't that large a sum for Sirius, it was more than ten times Malfoy's net worth.
Sirius knew that Malfoy would never be able to repay the debt even if he sold all his houses, businesses and gave up his assets. He would definitely be out on the streets. Now, Sirius wasn't that cruel. He wasn't going to demand the entire sum. He'd just send out a little warning to make sure that Malfoy would think not twice,but a thousand bloody times before harming him or his godson.
"How much of it are you going to exact?" Remus didn't know about the entire plan. Just bits and pieces.
"I'm not sure."
"You're really going to make him pay, aren't you?" Although it was a question, Remus already knew the answer. Sirius was a very good person but you simply did not get away with messing with him. He almost pitied Malfoy. Almost.
The man deserved every bit of the disaster coming his way. Not just for the way he had manhandled Harry, but also for the way he had treated those less privileged than him.
"You must come with me to the castle for dinner. Harry'll be glad to see you." Sirius offered, knowing that his godson liked the genial werewolf.
"I'd come but the full moon is two days away, Sirius. You know how grumpy I can get. I don't want to be around Harry at such times." He reminded his friend.
"Fine. But I won't be accepting any excuse next time onwards." Sirius quipped.
Remus left after a while and Sirius went back to Hogwarts. Harry wasn't there so he figured that the boy had gone to his dorm. He decided to put the plan into action and pulled out some parchment and quill and began to pen a letter to Lucius Malfoy.
Once done, Sirius signed the letter and grinned in satisfaction. This would certainly shake Malfoy. He went over the contents one last time before attaching it to his owl's leg and sending it off.
Malfoy Senior drew in a deep satisfied breath as he sat in his study at Malfoy Manor and sipped his firewhiskey. He was feeling rather content with the day's events. Although his disappointment of a son had embarrassed him in front of hundreds of students by losing the game, he had had the pleasure of putting the Potter boy in his place.
He was about to take another sip when an owl soared into the room and landed on his desk. It was no ordinary owl. It was an Eurasian eagle owl- very expensive and very rare. He knew of only one person who owned such an owl. His doubts were confirmed further when he saw the Black seal on the letter.
What could the man want with him?
He detached the letter from the owl's leg and opened the letter:
To: Lucius Malfoy,
Head of House of Malfoy
You are requested to read the parchment attached to this letter with utmost care. Kindly follow the instructions mentioned and no consequences shall have to be enforced.
Lord Sirius Black,
Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
His previous mirth left him as he finished reading the letter. He pulled out the folded parchment and opened it. Merlin! What the bloody hell did this mean?
30 billion galleons! He couldn't bloody repay such an enormous sum. He had until tomorrow noon to pay the first instalment of 500 million galleons. There was no way he could return that sum without losing all his wealth and more.
He had always known that his family was in debt to the Blacks but he had never known that the sum was this large. No, he wouldn't pay. He'd go tomorrow to Hogwarts at noon and give Black a piece of his mind!
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in a bedroom in the Defence quarters playing exploding snap or trying to play rather. "Ronald, you need to finish Professor Sprout's mandrake essay. You hadn't done it last time either." "Hermione will you give it a rest? I'll do it later." Ron answered exasperatedly.
Sirius couldn't help but smile as he heard the exchange. Definitely like them. There was a persistent, angry knocking on the portrait and smirked. He knew exactly who that was. He erected a privacy ward in the room before opening the door.
"What's the bloody meaning of this?" Malfoy demanded by way of greeting as he stormed inside, past Sirius, angrily waving a parchment in Sirius' face.
"I take that you're not illiterate Malfoy and have read the contents of the letter. It is exactly what it says. Judging by your behaviour, the first 500 million galleons haven't been deposited in my account?" Sirius asked, his voice as casual and calm as though he were inquiring about the weather.
He took a seat on one of the armchairs, his right ankle resting on his left knee. He didn't bother inviting Malfoy to take a seat.
"No it hasn't and it won't. You better get that straight!" Sirius appeared unfazed by the rude remark. The warning he had given to Malfoy in Diagon Alley hadn't had much effect on the man. "You know Lucius, for someone who's in a lot of financial trouble, you are certainly showing a lot of disrespect."
"I asked you to pay up but you haven't and so now, you'll bear the consequences. As you know, I own sixty percent of the prophet. It won't take more than a letter from my side to have your 'good name' tarnished or your businesses torn down. All that shall be taken care of by the end of tomorrow."
The threat was informally put forth but all the colour drained from Malfoy's face. "Y-You wouldn't do t-that." His voice had lost the arrogant sneer by now.
"Try me Malfoy. Just you try. You'll see for yourself." Sirius drawled. Sitting in the armchair, looking completely at ease, a malicious smile on his handsome features, he looked far from the carefree Marauder everyone knew. Right now, he looked every bit of the Black lord few had encountered and were left utterly terrified. It was a side of him few people knew.
"W-Why are you doing this?" Beads of perspiration had gathered on his forehead. He was now sure that Black would go to all lengths to ruin him. It was no secret that Blacks were known to be merciless towards those who stood against them.
"I'd given you a warning the last time regarding staying away from my godson. I'd made myself clear and yet the bruise on his left arm suggests otherwise. I don't know what made you do it and frankly, I don't care, but now, it's time for you to pay the piper."
Malfoy mentally cursed himself. How could he have forgotten about that! So that's what all this was about. He didn't feel so smug about hurting the Potter spawn now.
"Your son's got quite the mouth on him. Your doing I assume." Sirius went on stating numerous offences in a very offhand manner but his eyes were deadly. "If I were his father, he'd not even dream of speaking like that to anyone. But then again, it's not entirely his fault. You're the one to blame. Like all the other things I've just said, it's your mistake and so now you'll pay the price for it. Literally."
"I-I can't pay that." Malfoy said, arrogant tone now pleading. "Not without landing myself on the streets." He couldn't even repay the first instalment let alone the entire sum.
"Well, you should've thought about that before harming my son." Sirius replied, his expression neutral. "Well, since it is clear that you are unable to repay the debt, I'll have to resort to other measures. You know, make sure that you don't ever think of something like this again. You're free to go now."
"W-What will you d-do?" Asked Malfoy, his face deathly pale.
"That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot."
The platinum blonde was stuck. He had to extract himself from this situation. He looked at Black who was sitting comfortably, at ease. He wasn't looking at him right now, he was thumbing through a magazine. Slowly, he reached into the inside of his robe sleeve and took hold of his wand. No one would have to know about what happened. But even before he could pull out his wand completely, it flew out of his hand and into Black's outstretched palm.
"You really thought it would be that easy did you? Non payment of debts, attempted attack on the Head of your family? My, my you've really gotten yourself into a fix haven't you?" Sirius hadn't moved from his easy position. All he had done was mentally utter an 'expelliarmus' and the wand had flown out of Malfoy's hand. He always had been rather skilled at wandless as well as non-verbal magic.
His last weapon was gone as well. He was truly defenceless as of now.
"Please, I'm begging you. Let me go. If you insist on having the money, I'll be more than ruined. I'm willing to do anything you ask. I'll stay away from Potter forever, I'll keep Draco in check as well."
Ah. Now they were getting somewhere. "Your promises won't help you now but may be of some use to you in the future. Like I said, you're free to go now."
He wouldn't even look at Potter again, that was for certain. With a defeated sigh, he left, knowing fully well that the next few days wouldn't be good for him.
He couldn't have been more right.
UNPAID DEBTS?
Lucius Malfoy has been quite the influential personality over the last decade. The several 'donations' that he has made to various departments of the ministry have helped in development. But what if there was more to this story?
It was discovered only yesterday that Malfoy, who is considered to be one of the richest wizards in Britain has a huge collection of unpaid debts, lined up and waiting. It's not just him. This debt is way overdue. It's all began nearly 400 years ago with Nicholas Malfoy who started off by borrowing 60,000 galleons from Aries Black-I. The sum grew over the centuries as all of his descendants followed his footsteps. Now, finally the sum has expanded to an immense, unimaginable amount of 30 billion galleons! Hard to believe that the Malfoys are in debt to the Blacks and that they always have been!
Well, isn't this the perfect example of don't judge a book by its cover? Who would've thought that the Malfoy tree had such weak roots?
Lucius Malfoy remains stubbornly quiet, refusing to shed any more light on this topic. His shameful behaviour only further reveals his true character.
Keep reading for more!
"Blimey Harry, can you believe this?" Ron asked, waving the paper in Harry's face. The mentioned boy looked equally stunned. "I know right, who could've known?"
They looked over to the Slytherin table but Malfoy wasn't there. "He's probably too ashamed to show his face. This is great don't you think? Now Malfoy won't be throwing his weight around anymore. Serves him right I say." Ron looked ecstatic.
"Ron, that's not very nice. You can't just say things like that about someone." Hermione admonished in her usual manner. "Whatever 'Mione."
"I don't think people are going to stop talking about this any time soon." Said Harry and boy was he right.
A week passed and although the discussion of the topic 'Malfoy Debt' reduced, it never settled down completely. Draco had stopped acting like a prat but maintained a sullen expression all the time.
"So, what you'll saw was the stunning spell. We'll be performing it in the next class. Dismissed." Sirius wrapped up his class with the fifth years. No sooner had the students shuffled out, closing the door, the door of the class room burst open and Professor Mcgonagall walked in (nearly ran) hurriedly, followed by Sprout and Flitwick. Dumbledore wasn't there with them.
They seemed to be relieved that the students weren't present. One look at their faces and Sirius immediately knew that something was wrong.
"What happened?"
"Another student has been petrified."