Amelia felt her stomach drop, anticipating something incredibly frustrating. She had immediately set aside her paperwork, reluctantly giving Fudge her full attention.
"What happened, Minister?" Amelia asked calmly, forcing patience into her voice.
Fudge tugged anxiously on the collar of his emerald-green robes, glancing nervously around her office as if expecting someone to jump out at him. "Sirius Black!" he finally blurted out, his voice cracking slightly with fear. "That dangerous madman just escaped from Azkaban prison about an hour ago!"
Amelia felt as if someone had suddenly punched her hard in the stomach. Her chest tightened painfully as she stared back at Fudge, utterly stunned. "Escaped?" she repeated flatly. Her mind raced with disbelief and shock. Azkaban was supposed to be impossible to break out of, the magical wards and Dementor guards making it impenetrable. Yet somehow, Sirius Black had managed it.
"Yes!" Fudge shouted, throwing his arms upward in panic. "The Aurors stationed there sent an emergency alert directly to my office just now. He's on the loose, Amelia-free to hunt down Harry Potter and kill him! We have to do something immediately! Otherwise everyone is going to think I'm an incompetent minister! And that can't be allowed to happen! You need to fix this!"
Damn... Had Sirius escaped to kill Harry Potter?
The timing was incredibly suspicious-too coincidental to ignore. Harry Potter returned to the wizarding world for less than a day, and suddenly Sirius Black, the prisoner infamous for betraying the Potters and causing their deaths, managed to escape from Azkaban.
Even Amelia, who had always held some doubts about Black's guilt after all these years, couldn't ignore the timing of this.
And no matter how much she'd tried to convince Fudge it was a stupid, very stupid idea-the man insisted on having dementors stationed around Hogwarts once the school year started.
"For the protection of Harry Potter and all of the visiting students for the upcoming tournament!" Fudge declared!
Her hands slammed on her desk. "The other schools are not going to be happy having their students around dementors!" She tried her best to convince him.
Fudge sputtered but didn't budge sadly. "I don't care what they think, the only thing that matters is we catch this escaped murderer so I-I mean WE don't look bad!"
— Lucius Malfoy —
Lucius Malfoy paced slowly around his spacious study. Lucius felt his stomach churn slightly as he thought about the Ministry raids that had grown increasingly frequent over the past few years...
Several of his former Death Eater companions had already suffered Ministry raids, their homes ransacked, dark artifacts confiscated, reputations ruined.
Lucius had so far avoided this fate. He had carefully bribed Minister Fudge, discreetly funneling large sums of galleons to the incompetent politician. That had kept him safe.
Until now.
Lucius sighed deeply.
The recent escape of Sirius Black complicated everything. Lucius knew, of course, that Sirius had never been a Death Eater. The man had always been a passionate opponent of their cause, loyal to the Potters and Dumbledore. But Sirius Black had to remain imprisoned in Azkaban for Lucius's sake. With Sirius locked away, Lucius's son, Draco, stood to inherit the title and considerable fortune of the Black family upon the man's eventual death.
Sirius's escape now put Lucius in an extremely difficult position.
Lucius clenched his jaw, walking over to his massive wooden desk. He sat down heavily in his leather chair, leaned back, and closed his eyes briefly.
One of his Ministry informants had delivered worrying news. With Sirius Black on the loose, the Aurors intended to raid Malfoy Manor soon, suspecting that Lucius and Narcissa might be secretly sheltering her escaped cousin. She was Narcissa Black before marrying him...
Lucius knew perfectly well that Sirius wasn't hiding in his house, but that didn't matter. If the Aurors entered his home, they might discover something far more dangerous and incriminating.
His thoughts turned toward the secret compartment built cleverly into the floor beneath the thick green rug in his private study. Inside that compartment was an object of enormous dark power!
A small black diary that his master, Lord Voldemort, had personally entrusted to Lucius years ago. Lucius had no clear idea what precisely the artifact was or what exactly it could do, but the Dark Lord had emphasized its value.
It was an object of great darkness, capable of unleashing death, chaos, and unimaginable destruction if used properly!
Lucius opened his eyes again, heart beating quickly as he considered his options. He had to rid himself of this cursed diary immediately. It was simply too dangerous to keep now, especially if the Ministry planned to invade his home. But he couldn't simply throw it away or bury it somewhere random either.
If the diary caused havoc, and if anyone traced it back to him, Lucius's reputation and influence would be destroyed forever. He had to carefully think through his next move, making sure to turn this dangerous complication into a potential advantage.
He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the polished surface of his desk.
The upcoming Triwizard Tournament would soon take place at Hogwarts, bringing students from other magical schools to the castle.
...If something catastrophic were to occur during such an important international event, the consequences for Dumbledore would be severe!
Lucius smiled slightly, picturing how quickly public opinion would turn against the Headmaster!
Yes, Lucius realized, this diary might serve his master's cause perfectly if placed carefully at Hogwarts. But how should he smuggle the book into the castle without implicating himself directly?
Hmmm... His son was bright, resourceful, and fiercely loyal to their family. Draco could certainly manage something so simple...
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Chapter 5 (~9300 words)
— Harry —
A high-powered spray of water burst violently from my palm, the pressure so intense that it sliced clean through the thick straw target twenty feet away. The two halves flopped apart and hit the training yard floor with a soft thud. My arm tingled from the force of the release, and my breathing was ragged. I'd been at it for about an hour straight, sweat soaking the back of my shirt, my hair clinging to my forehead. My shoulders ached and my hand felt raw from channeling so much magic.
Off to the side, standing in the sun, were the devil maids my mother had assigned to me-identical twin sisters named Lyra and Lyna. They were gorgeous in an almost distracting way, with matching long black hair, pale flawless skin, and huge breasts straining against tight low-cut blouses. Their short skirts swished when they moved, and I was certain there weren't any panties under there. The way the fabric clung and lifted when they shifted their hips left little to the imagination.
They clapped and cheered like I'd just won a tournament. "Good job, young master!" Lyra called, her voice lilting and playful. "Such power, you're improving so quickly!"
"Yes, that was incredible, young master," Lyna added, flashing me a sultry smile. "You make it look so easy."
They praised me like they both weren't secretly High Class and could wipe the floor with me.
"Uh, thanks," I said, trying not to stare at the deep line of cleavage between them. My face felt hot. It was awkward having two sexy women fawning over me like this, especially while I was dripping sweat and trying to focus on training.
They exchanged a glance and then approached me in perfect sync, their hips swaying. Lyra stopped on my left, Lyna on my right, close enough that I could smell their perfume-sweet, heavy, and intoxicating.
"You've worked hard, young master," Lyra purred, letting her fingers trail lightly over my forearm. "Would you like dinner first?"
"Or maybe a nice bath?" Lyna suggested, her hand resting briefly on my shoulder as she leaned in just enough for her chest to brush my arm.
Lyra's lips curved into a mischievous grin. "Or..." she drew the word out, her voice dropping lower, "...maybe you want us?"
The way she said it left no doubt she wasn't joking. My stomach did a weird flip, and I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks. I opened my mouth, trying to sound casual, but my voice cracked slightly. "I'll, uh... I'll take a bath. By myself."
Both of them pouted immediately, their matching lower lips jutting out as if I'd just denied them something important. "Aww, you're no fun," Lyna teased, but there was still a glint in her eyes that said she'd take me seriously if I changed my mind.
I chuckled awkwardly and stepped back, needing some space before my brain stopped working altogether. "Seriously. Just the bath."
"As you wish, young master," Lyra said, though the playful tone in her voice told me they weren't done teasing me yet.
They trailed after me as I headed toward the Sitri estate.
...
I finished cleaning up and ended up running into my new family in the hallway.
"There's our favorite grandchild!" a deep, confident voice called out toward me as soon as I stepped into the main hall of the Sitri estate. I turned toward the sound and saw a tall, broad-shouldered man who didn't look a day over thirty despite the fact that he was supposedly my grandfather. This was Sebastian Sitri-my mother Serafall's father. His black hair was thick and perfectly groomed, the same deep shade as mine, and his bright blue eyes were unmistakably the same as mine too.
Standing at his side was a strikingly beautiful woman who could have passed for Serafall's older sister. She was tall, elegant, and held herself with a poise that radiated authority. Her medium-length black hair shimmered, but unlike her husband's and mine, her eyes were a vivid pink that stood out immediately. This was Selene Sitri, my grandmother.
Selene's expression softened even further as she stepped forward, her arms already spreading wide. "Come here, Harry," she said in a warm, inviting tone. "Let me have a proper look at my favorite grandson."
I hesitated a second-this was still pretty surreal-but stepped forward. Her arms wrapped around me in a firm, affectionate hug. I caught the faint scent of her perfume, sweet and floral. Behind me, I could hear Lyra and Lyna, my assigned maids, quietly cooing and whispering like this was some adorable family reunion scene from a drama.
"I'm pretty sure I'm your only grandchild," I said with an awkward smile as Selene finally let go of me.
"That doesn't mean you're not our favorite, dear," she replied immediately.
Sebastian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "She's right. We just came back from vacation a few days ago, and Serafall drops the biggest news possible on us-that she has a son. You. I'll admit, it was a shock."
Selene nodded in agreement, her smile never fading. "A shock, yes. But once we got over the surprise, we were nothing but happy. You're family, Harry, and we're not letting you feel otherwise."
"Guess I should say... thanks," I said, still adjusting to being welcomed so quickly into a family I hadn't known I had until recently.
They both grinned and said, "Of course," in unison. Then Sebastian's expression shifted to something more serious and he gave me a small gesture with his head. "Come on, Harry. I want to have some proper man talk with my grandson," he said in a low, confident tone.
I glanced over my shoulder at Lyra and Lyna, who were instantly curious and ready to follow.
Sebastian cut them off with a simple raised hand and a firm look. "You two wait outside."
They both pouted, their lips pushing out and their eyes widening in mock sadness. Lyra even crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up deliberately like she thought it might change his mind.
It didn't.
I couldn't hide my small sigh of relief when they finally turned and stepped out, the sway of their hips lingering in my peripheral vision as the door shut.
Sebastian led me into a side lounge off the main hall. The place looked like something out of a royal palace, all polished wood, gleaming floors, and a massive window letting in warm light. He walked straight to an oversized, high-backed chair upholstered in dark blue velvet and sat down like he owned the place-well, he did.
I made my way to the plush couch opposite him and sank into it, the cushions swallowing me a bit.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his sharp blue eyes locking onto mine. "Alright, Harry. Let's talk," he said, his voice calm but deliberate.
"About what exactly?" I asked, trying to read his expression.
Sebastian leaned back slightly, studying me with that piercing stare. "I want to make sure you're actually doing alright here in the Underworld," he said plainly. "You spent nineteen years thinking you were just some human kid in London. That's a hell of a thing to have flipped on its head."
I scratched the back of my neck, feeling the weight of his words. "Yeah... it's been a lot to take in," I admitted. "Everything's so over the top here. The place is gorgeous, the food's insane because you have like 100 personal chefs, everyone's dressed like they're going to a ball all the time... I'm still not sure I fit in."
He nodded slowly, with his elbows resting on his knees. "That's normal. You grew up rougher, without all this flash and pomp. Doesn't mean you don't belong. You're a Sitri!" he said proudly.
"I mean," I continued, glancing around the pristine lounge, "I'm not gonna lie, the luxury feels weird. Back home I had a bed that was barely bigger than me and an aunt who would've lost her mind if I tracked dirt into the kitchen. Here I've got maids bringing me wine if I even look thirsty."
Sebastian cracked a small grin. "Could be worse problems to have."
"True," I said with a short laugh. "But the nice part is... I can actually use my magic here without hiding it. No worrying about someone freaking out or calling me a freak. That's... nice. Really nice." Also just being able to let my wings out once in a while and fly around, that's a Godsend-OW-I mean devil-send...
After mom unsealed my devil powers, I can't say Big G's name anymore. I rubbed my temples for a few seconds. The pain didn't linger which was nice.
"That's how it should be," he said firmly. "You've got power-don't be ashamed of it. Learn to use it well, and the rest will fall into place."
I met his gaze, seeing the seriousness there. "Thanks. I appreciate you checking in. It means a lot."
