Horndog
Copyright© 2025 by MrPlotThickens
Chapter 31: My Dear Nephew (II)
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 31: My Dear Nephew (II) - Watch as Sirius navigates his way through the Hogwarts of the old days and the new. The way to a man’s heart goes through his belly, and the way to a woman's heart goes through her cunny—Sirius chose to live by those ideas.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Fan Fiction High Fantasy Mystery Paranormal Magic Transformation
Sirius arrived back at 12 Grimmauld Place with Karkaroff’s dead body. There, he quickly called for Alastor Moody and Dumbledore, wanting to clear things out before any misunderstanding could arise.
“Killing curse?” Moody sneered as soon as he checked the dead body.
Sirius scoffed at that. “You wanted me to duel him and let the faculty of Durmstrang join in to save him? He’s a Death Eater, and that’s all that matters.”
Dumbledore remained silent throughout, his piercing gaze affirming Karkaroff’s dark allegiance. “You have acted commendably, Sirius. But tread cautiously along this perilous road. Don’t allow yourself to be consumed by its shadows.”
Sirius nodded, not a very avid follower of Dumbledore anymore. In his eyes, the old man had failed at his job yet again. “I’ll retire once this insanity is over.”
“Join the Ministry,” Moody suggested.
Sirius scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke. “And play the obedient pet? I’ll pass, thanks.”
Moody sneered and grabbed the dead body. “Inform us next time before you go attacking again.”
“And have the intelligence leaked? My trust in the Ministry is as high as Voldemort’s sense of mercy. I’d rather go alone than be backstabbed,” Sirius replied, not holding back his words one bit. “You know, Professor Dumbledore knows, and almost everyone knows—the Ministry is compromised, and the Dark Lord’s spies are in there.”
Moody glared at Sirius, starting to feel angry. “You know these spies?”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. You’ll know if one of them drops dead with a Dark Mark.”
Thud!
Moody let go of the dead body and approached Sirius abruptly, aiming to teach him a lesson. “You have no authority to run around and murder at will. You’re no better than them if yo—”
Sirius folded his arms, glaring back at Moody. “Oh, so our incompetent, gloriously failed Ministry is going to teach me about what’s right and wrong? Blind your other eye too, Auror, if you can’t even see the reality—Wizengamot is infested with the filthiest of blood supremacists. Your last two ministers have been voted out, and this third one—well, let’s just say I’m not exactly witnessing a surge in competence.”
“Calm!” Dumbledore interrupted their bickering, his voice loud without him roaring. “What truly matters is that we find unity in purpose. Sirius, do you place your trust in Alastor?”
“Him? I do.”
“Then inform him, and only him, before you take any action against the Death Eaters,” Dumbledore advised.
But Sirius shook his head. “I’m not sure. Won’t he end up informing the rest of the Aurors? There could be spies hidden among them.”
Dumbledore nodded and glanced at Moody. “In such times, you can only trust those who trust you with their life. Perhaps it is time for the Order to gather.”
“Agreed.” Sirius didn’t object to that.
The old Headmaster nodded and proceeded to leave after that. They didn’t have a Dark Mark-like spell to call all the members, after all. It was going to take time, and Sirius’ home was chosen to be the headquarters until the end of the war.
Just two days later, the entire Order of the Phoenix gathered and discussed how to deal with the Dark Lord. Sirius, at the center of it all, avoided looking at Lily the entire time and focused only on the goal.
He briefed them about Death Eaters but didn’t share the identities of the known ones. He still didn’t fully trust all members of the Order.
Finally, as the meeting came to an end, a group picture was taken. Following that, Sirius let the members use the 12 Grimmauld Place to their liking, while he began to camp out in various places, hunting the Death Eaters down.
It wasn’t easy since each time he killed one, the rest would cower and hide in an even deeper hole. The Dark Lord could do nothing but seethe, seeing his grand army slowly being reduced to hunted, dead rats.
After Karkaroff, the Carrow siblings fell, confirmed Death Eaters. Following that, Sirius began looking out for Lucius Malfoy, knowing very well he was a Death Eater and one of the hurdles blocking him from saving Narcissa.
However, a year passed in his hunt, and the middle of nineteen-eighty arrived. He found himself leaving his cover and approaching Malfoy Manor straightforwardly through the front doors, donned in a fresh set of clothes, his hair combed neatly.
Knock! Knock!
The door of the Malfoy manor opened, and a little house elf peeked out, looking up. “Yes?”
“Tell your master, Sirius Black has come to see Narcissa and her newborn son,” Sirius ordered, holding a gift-wrapped box. “Quick.”
The little house elf flinched and rushed back into the house. A few moments later, the door opened, and there stood Narcissa, dressed in a single-piece, gray maternity gown reaching her ankles, gently tied around her shapely waist.
“Cissy,” He whispered her name with a big smile. Her face seemed somehow even more charming now, with a strange glow. Her blonde locks were tied in a loose bun, and her blue eyes were sparkling.
She looked almost the same other than a hint of extra flesh in perfect places, breasts bigger, hips wider, but none of that took away the charm of her beauty.
“S-Sirius...” Narcissa muttered, hiding the smile from forming on her lips. She glanced back in the house for once, and then back at Sirius. “Y-You here...”
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