The Son of Light of the Snake House

"What did you do to Potter again? His face is as green as if he drank the green algae in the swamp."

"It's nothing, it's nothing... By the way, here's something for you." Facing Draco's probing eyes, Daniel quickly diverted his attention: "Here, you can hang it inside the robe, if you touch it, it will be very dangerous just drop what’s in it—can help.”

Draco raised his eyebrows, clenched the opaque sealed vial in his hand: "ok."

Just as Daniel breathed a sigh of relief, he asked casually, "Did you only give this to me, or did you also give it to Potter?"

"..." Daniel broke out in a cold sweat.

Draco waited for a while, but before he got an answer, he already knew it well in his heart, he snorted: "It really was done for him, right?"

Daniel quickly cried out: "No, no."

...............

Located in the northwest of London, England, at No. 12 Gemory Square, inside the seemingly ordinary house, there is an ancient and mysterious magic family hidden.

Of course, it is the kind that has fallen to the point where there is only one person left.

"Where's the house elf in this house?!" Sirius called out impatiently, "Kreacher! Kreacher!"

With a bang, a skinny house-elf appeared in front of him, just mumbling something in his mouth: "Kreacher doesn't like Sirius Black, Kreacher doesn't want to work for him, but Kreacher can't help it." Resist, Kreacher hates him."

"Shut up!" Sirius complained angrily: "Can you stop listening to that crazy statue and go clean up the house? It's too dirty here! How do I get my godson here?!"

"That's a portrait of the honorable mistress of the Black family! It's not crazy, Sirius Black himself is crazy, and he has no right to criticize others! Kreacher doesn't want to obey Sirius Black's orders..." Kreacher muttered Yes, on the contrary, Sirius was even more irritable when he heard it.

"Shutup! Then go clean your house!" Sirius rubbed his forehead anxiously, and saw the wall blocked by a curtain again.

On it was a shield decorated with a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars, and a short sword, flanked by two leaping greyhounds.

It was the crest of the Black family, which he did not recognize.

And behind this piece of cloth is the portrait left by his crazy mother.

It's not that he doesn't want to see his mother again, but if he lifts the curtain, he will be greeted with endless screams and abuse... Forget it, why bother to humiliate yourself?They just don't recognize each other.

He didn't need this kind of family, and he already had other family now, and it was ten thousand times better than them.

He had been busy traveling back and forth between other places and Britain, and he even felt that he had traveled all the roads he hadn't traveled in Azkaban these years.Now, everything is going well, so he returned to the place where he grew up and raised him, the place where his extraordinary childhood was filled.

Kreacher was angrily wiping the floor covered with dust and unknown slime, and he still muttered a few words: "Siris Black is no match for little Master Regulus! Sirius Black should die in Azkaban !"

Sirius waved his hand feebly, he really didn't have the energy to argue with it, but, he hadn't heard that name for a long time.

Regulus Black.

His own brother.

During his childhood, when he hadn't seriously realized that the Black family had rotted like old rotten wood, their relationship was pretty good.

At that time, Sirius was the eldest son, handsome, handsome and extremely intelligent. Naturally, his mother would not scold him loudly like now. He was almost the bully of the family, and Regulus was just a little boy in his shadow. corner, after all he is always so silent.

Later, Sirius realized that the idea of ​​pure blood was wrong, so he resolutely betrayed his family. It was around that time that Regulus was valued again by the disappointed elders.

He has been different from himself since he was a child.Sirius thought, he was always enthusiastic and flamboyant, but he was silent and cowardly; he betrayed the pure blood, and he believed in the pure blood; On that day, he was wronged as a murderer and imprisoned in Azkaban, and he, probably, was killed by Voldemort at some point on that day.

Voldemort never offered a job that you could simply quit with a single letter of resignation.Either work hard for life, or die.It's a pity Regulus, he's already in too deep, but he's terrified of what he's being asked to do and wants to quit - how is that possible?

In their dark childhood, they also played wizard chess together, rode toy broomsticks, played until they fell asleep together, and were scolded by their mother together.

Unfortunately, the end result is just like this.

Life and death have their own destiny, Sirius comforted himself, if Regulus could have abandoned the corrupt and depraved Black family with him, he might not have survived... It is a pity that he did not agree to his invitation that day, even though he helped himself in the end escaped.

——"Have you not seen clearly? Regulus! The Black family is over! So is the pure blood, and so is the mysterious man! Is it right to tie yourself to the sinking ship?"

——“…”

——"Don't hesitate, Regulus...you can escape with me, Professor Dumbledore will be very happy to join you, and you don't need to try your best to maintain this dilapidated house that is about to collapse. Salvable pure blood dignity!"

——"I'm sorry, Sirius. As long as my surname is Black, I can't get rid of this responsibility."

——"Unreasonable! Since you won't leave, then don't beg me to come back in the future!"

Young Sirius walked out of the house and Apparated.The moment before his vision twisted, he turned his head and saw only the thin figure standing at the door of Black's mansion.

Since then, they have never met again.

"Siris Black not only doesn't clean up! He also makes trouble for Kreacher!" Kreacher's sharp voice was like a thunderclap, awakening Sirius in his memory, and almost jumped up in fright.

Taking a closer look, Kreacher had already cleaned up to his feet, but he didn't move away, so he was mocked loudly by Kreacher for a long time.

Sirius took two steps back speechlessly, stood by the window, and before he could continue to think, he heard a muffled "duk-duk" from the window behind him.

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Next Chapter "Letters"

In fact, Sirius never knew his younger brother Regulus. He didn't know Regulus' bravery, strength, and justice. He only thought his younger brother was a cowardly Death Eater.

But it was this "cowardly and cowardly" Death Eater who struggled to support the entire Black family as the second son, provided support for the married sisters, and finally sacrificed himself to get the Slytherin pendant box.

He is really nice!

Sirius is justice against the established destiny, Regulus is the struggle against fate with his own efforts.