demon hunter at hogwarts

Sirius hadn't slept so peacefully in a long time.

During his time in Azkaban, the Dementors sucked away all the happiness, and only those painful memories accompanied him to sleep every day.

He knew that he was innocent, but he also believed that he should atone for his sins, because his own cleverness and mistrust of traitors killed his lifelong best friend.

He was not pleased when Andromeda and her husband visited the prison and expressed their belief that Peter Pedillo was the traitor and would exonerate him.

And when the wizard who was under the Imperius Curse was thrown into Azkaban and babbled to the wall every day about killing Harry Potter, he was indeed nervous.

James Potter's only relative is in danger. As his godfather, he is imprisoned and useless.

He made a decision quickly and acted on it.

In the form of a dog, he got out of the fence, escaped from the castle, and plunged into the endless sea.

He couldn't remember how many times he almost died in the stormy waves.

"I want to see Harry, and I want to protect him." This was his only thought.

Relying on the support of this idea, he crossed the North Sea and landed on land with a narrow escape. Along the way, he made a living by digging through trash cans, catching mice or snatching food from the mouths of other stray dogs, and finally found his destination.

He recognized Harry at a glance. He had messy black hair and glasses. He was thin but strong-boned.

Just like James back then.

He scared away the Muggle boy who bullied Harry, and when he was about to take a good look at Harry, his old friend Moon Face suddenly appeared and knocked him out without saying a word.

Then, there was such a long, dreamless sleep.

Until he smelled a scent.

When I opened my eyes, there was freshly baked cream soup and pudding on the bedside, which was obviously the source of the aroma.

On the wall behind the cabinet hung a gold and red Gryffindor flag.

The style of the cabinet and the position where the flag was hung were all shockingly familiar.

Posted all over the walls and ceiling are cool motorcycle posters, photos of Muggle girls in immodest clothes, and a high-spirited marauder.

The only difference is that in the photo, Peter Pedillo has a sharp circle drawn with red ink around his head.

"Why am I here? Moony! Remus! Lupin! Come out!"

No one agreed to him, only his stomach growled.

He was so hungry. He hadn't eaten such exquisite food in years.

He stretched out his hand to grab the pudding, but found that there was no dirt on his hands and his nails were neatly trimmed.

Looking at the body again, the tattered Azkaban prison uniform has been replaced, and now he is wearing a finely crafted black velvet nightgown. Because he is too thin, the nightgown looks empty.

Apparently, someone had given him a bath while he was asleep.

"Damn it, Moony Face, what the hell did you do!"

Sirius took a big bite of the pudding and tasted a spoonful of the soup.

The taste was delicious and vaguely familiar. He felt that he should have eaten something similar a long time ago.

"Are you awake?" A voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile came from the door.

Although it looked different from what he remembered, Sirius immediately recognized the person in front of him.

Because it was too unexpected, he choked on the pudding.

Sirius hurriedly took a sip of the soup and asked: "Ahem...are you...a human or a ghost?"

"What a unique greeting." Regulus snorted, "He is a genuine person."

"Why am I here? Where is Remus?" The resigned Sirius quickly accepted the fact that his brother was not dead and began to ask.

"Are you talking about Lupin? He went to work." Regulus leaned against the door frame and replied lazily, "As for why you are here... Of course, after I asked him to catch you, I took you with him as soon as possible. Come here."

"Then... where's your mother?"

"Our mother."

"Whatever, doesn't she know you brought me here?"

"She died a long time ago."

Sirius' hand shaking as he held the creamy soup.

Finally, he stuffed a piece of pudding into his mouth and muttered something.

"Just a few years after you were imprisoned in Azkaban." Regulus stopped leaning on the door frame, "Do you want to see her?"

After saying that, he turned around and went down the stairs.

Sirius hesitated for a moment, but finally drank all the soup in one gulp, then stepped over a Muggle bicycle lying on the ground and followed Regulus.

He got that bicycle when he was in fifth grade. He once tried to use magic to modify it, but unfortunately it failed.

Later, when he discovered that motorcycles were more fun, he forgot about the bicycle.

Anyway, he hasn't been back to this house for a long time.

Going down to the first floor, walking around the umbrella stand made of the troll's legs, the two of them walked to a life-size portrait, which was covered with a dark green velvet curtain.

"Mother, look who is back." Regulus opened the curtain and whispered to Volburga's portrait.

Then, he stepped aside to let Sirius behind him.

There was a brief silence for half a second, and then Volburga's terrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream flooded the room.

"Prodigal son! The shame of the family! The evil offspring I gave birth to! You still know how to return to this house!"

Then Volburga burst into hysterical wails, startling the other portraits.

Regulus sighed, stretched out his hand to close the curtain, and then silently cast the sleeping spell on the other portraits one by one.

"She's still as cute as before." Sirius broke the silence bitterly, as if he had expected this outcome.

"She was already crazy when she made this portrait." Regulus looked very depressed. "One son has died, and the other will be buried alive in Azkaban. Do you think she still has a reason to live? ?”

"Son? When I was 16 years old, I was no longer her son." Sirius said in an exaggerated mocking tone, "I don't need to look to know that she must have burned my name off the family tree with a cigarette butt. "

Regulus was silent.

"Look, you can't even deny that." Sirius turned and walked away from the portrait. The corridor was too narrow, and he bumped Regulus with his shoulder.

"Can you only think of family trees?" Regulus said without turning around, his back to Sirius, and his voice increased, "Don't you think that she is really incapable of getting rid of the mess in your bedroom? Come down."

Sirius froze, and this time it was his turn to be speechless.

Those photos, posters, and flags were all put up by myself. Judging from just now, all the furnishings are still intact in the bedroom.

If this could be explained by the permanent sticking spell, he had never cast any spell to protect the failed Muggle bicycle on the ground.

As for Walburga, there was no need for her to keep such a piece of junk made by Muggles at home.

The reason behind this, I am afraid only Volburga himself can know.

"I need to get out of here."

Sirius' voice was bitter.