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Sirius left the school and arrived outside the Longbottom’s manor. It was late in the night and the sky had begun to show signs of an incoming storm. The wind blew hard, the thunder crackled at times. 

All rooms still bright? This late? Sirius surveyed from the outside. If nothing was wrong, he didn't plan on going in. Where are the Aurors?

Quickly, he cast a disillusionment charm on himself and walked forward. With the storm suppressing his steps, he made quick strides and reached one of the windows without the curtains.

Not even a baby's cry? 

Carefully he slid up the window and entered the mansion. Keeping his steps light, he walked around and made his way towards the large hall. 

"N-No! Leave Neville alone! Aaaargh!"

"Alice?!" Sirius let go of any semblance of covertness and ran into the hall. 

Wand out, he leaped right into the open space and assessed the situation midair. Alice and Frank on the floor, struggling like a fish out of water. Three Death Eaters were present in the room—Rabastan Lestrange, Bartemius Crouch Jr, and Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Crucio!" Sirius hit them with the same spell they were likely using on the couple.

The Death Eaters were quick and returned Killing Curses instead. In that reply, Sirius did the same and struck them with the Killing Curses. 

Bam!

Sirius' chest abruptly exploded, carving a see-through hole in it. Yet, Sirius didn't stop and kept shooting attacks. His immortality took them by surprise, it always did. Soon enough, Bartemius Crouch Jnr was hit and died on the spot. 

Sirius avoided hitting Bellatrix as she stood with the baby in her arms, and other reasons. His sole focus changed to Rabastan. "Go on, join your brother, won't you?"

Woosh!

The spells flung left and right. But Sirius was faster and deadlier for he didn't fear death. His movements were bizarre like a beast jumping left and right and dodging. 

"Avada Kedavra!" Sirius finally hit the last Lestrange man, ending the god-forsaken bloodline and house. "You! Give the boy back to Alice!"

Bellatrix stood there in shock, taken aback by Sirius' threatening order. "Sirius… It's me, Bell—"

"You chose Voldemort over me." Sirius cut her off. "If you want me to show even an ounce of patience with you, hand the baby back!"

Bellatrix, eyes wild with fervor, thrust the baby into Neville’s arms. In a swift gesture, she discarded her wand. "Even if I had desired to join you, Sirius, I couldn't. The Dark Lord… He commands total allegiance."

"Now? Even now?" Sirius asked her, wondering if there was still some of that sanity left in her mind. At the end of the day, his motivation had forever been to protect his leftover family. 

Bellatrix shook her head, her lips quivering. As if she wanted to say something but couldn't. 

"Unbreakable Vow?" Sirius asked her. 

Bellatrix just nodded. 

"Did you vow to the name 'Lord Voldemort'?" Sirius inquired. 

Bellatrix once again nodded. 

Sirius chuckled a little. "Then the Unbreakable Vow is nothing but a snake without fangs. Voldemort isn't his real name. His real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle! The vow is void from the beginning."

"Tom?" Bellatrix exclaimed.

"Marvolo?"

"Riddle?" Frank and Alice Longbottom repeated the other two words. 

"Rodolphus confessed to me before dying. I asked Dumbledore, and he affirmed it. Tom was a student of Hogwarts decades ago, born to a witch and a muggle." Saying that, Sirius helped the Longbottoms up to their feet, making sure they weren't too injured. 

"Dumbledore knew?" Frank questioned in disbelief.

"For a long, long time," Sirius replied and glanced at Bellatrix. "So, will you still return to your Lord? Or your family?"

Bellatrix let out a harsh breath and rubbed her face, moving away the curly dark locks of hair. She didn't look very good to begin with, almost on the brink of insanity. "Home… I want to… go home."

"Home it is," Sirius said and walked over to her, extending his hand. "Just a little more and soon Voldemort will be gone too."

"Thank you, Sirius." Frank approached him with his son in his arms. "For everything. I know that you’re aware of the things so many wizards and witches say about you behind your back. They're ungrateful, blind—I’ll never forget what you've done for all of wizardkind."

"Just doing it to protect those I care about." Sirius shrugged, looking at Bellatrix and thinking about his friends, Narcissa, Andromeda. "You two should rush to Hogwarts and hide there until I end Voldemort."

"We will." Alice quickly hugged him for a short moment in gratitude. "Be safe, Sirius."

Sirius just nodded and clasped Bellatrix's hand in his hand tighter, her flesh felt so cold. Then, he walked out of the mansion with her and apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place. 

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The very next morning, a special edition of the Daily Prophet was printed and sent all across magical Britain free of cost. The first page had the massive portrait of Voldemort along with a portrait of young Tom Riddle, taken from the school. 

[The Real Blood Traitor! Lord Voldemort Is A Half-Blood, Investigation Reveals!]

With that title, nobody could avoid reading the page-long article written by Rita Skeeter, with the help of Sirius, of course. 

It didn't even require a deep investigation to find Voldemort’s roots. Soon, the story was openly revealed alongside a timeline—Tom's mother, her seduction of a muggle with love potions, the birth of Tom, followed by the muggle father leaving his family. All the way to Tom ending up in an orphanage, then Hogwarts, and finally becoming Voldemort. 

Of course, with Rita Skeeter's brilliant mind, she was able to find a massive clue. The name Lord Voldemort itself had the letters that perfectly with Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the remaining three letters perfectly formed 'I am'.

As soon as the readers read that line, even the non-believers became believers. Even the most staunch blood purists became enraged. Of course, so many of them had been curious about Voldemort's background for years. The only clue they had was 'Slytherin's heir.' But now, it turns out he wasn't even a Pureblood. 

During that same time, Sirius headed north to find Remus and get to the Potters as quickly as possible. Unless he was with the Potters, he couldn't bring himself to relax for even a moment. 

It was hard but not impossible. Where would someone like Remus live if he wanted seclusion? The only answer was a forest. There weren't that many large forests up north. With Sirius' animagus form, searching for Remus became easier.

Soon his search led him to Scotland. The land was so sparsely covered in trees that he found no trouble locating a small secluded shack in the middle of the Caledonian Forest. 

It's either him, or some old man. Sirius approached the shack. 

Ting! Ting!

Fuck! Just as he took a step forward he noticed he had disturbed a thin thread at the feet level, jingling some bells. Smart.

"Who's there?!" A voice shouted from inside the shack.

"Your father!" Sirius barked back. 

The door swung open that instant. Remus came out, smiling ear to ear. "The wild dog returns home?"

"Home, but the hunt continues." Sirius went ahead and gave his old friend a hug. "So Moony found himself a luxurious shack?"

"This is temporary." 

"It doesn't have to be. I'm trying to find James and Lily. Dumbledore said you're the secret keeper." Sirius got to the point quickly, not having the luxury to delay anymore.

"I'm not the secret keeper," Remus blurted.

Sirius frowned harshly. "Then who? No! Not him!"

"It's him, Sirius. Even you didn't expect it to be him, why would anyone else? We decided to change the secret keeper to Peter at the last moment," Remus explained. "I'm just a decoy hiding here so all eyes are on me."

Sirius felt uneasy just knowing that. He didn't consider Peter as trustworthy as his other friends. Peter was a yes-man, spineless, and a coward, they had seen plenty of that over the years. Why he was in Gryffindor was itself a mystery. "And where is he?"

"Hiding just like me," Remus revealed. "Don't worry about it, Sirius. Dumbledore ensured the safe—"

"To hell with Dumbledore, that incompetent old sloth." Sirius cursed openly. "He's the reason we're in this mess in the first place."

"What do you mean?"

Sirius went on to explain everything, revealing all that he knew. Voldemort, his name, his background. Since newspapers couldn't be delivered to the forest, Remus had no idea. But even the papers didn't mention Dumbledore. So for Remus, the shock was bigger than normal witches and wizards. Furthermore, Sirius revealed that Voldemort already knew about the prophecy.

"I don't trust his plans." Sirius didn't hide his doubt. "Help me find Peter, Moony. We have to get to James and camp in his house. I've killed most of the Death Eaters already, so not much is left even if we're to fight face to face."

Remus only thought about it for a moment. "If Voldemort knows the prophecy, then instead of hiding we should be preparing for a battle." 

"Exactly."

"Let's go then." Remus swung his wand and all his luggage got packed on its own. "I have some idea where we might find Peter."

Shhh!

"Master! Master Sirius!" 

Out of nowhere, Kreacher appeared there.

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What have I done! What have I done! No, there is still time!

Severus Snape rushed through the streets of London, looking for the house that he had never planned to visit in his life. His breath ragged, his face sweating, he ran like his life depended on it. 

Only he can save them! Severus told himself and finally reached 12 Grimmauld Place. He knocked on the door quickly and soon was received by an old house elf. 

"Master is not home."

"Then call him!" Snape shouted. "If Sirius doesn't hear me he will damn you to hell in fury! Go!"

An angry master was what all house elves feared. Not because of fear of punishment, but rather the fact that they failed at their duty to serve perfectly. 

Kreacher, no matter how grumpy, was still a house elf. He saw no lies in Severus' outburst and quickly vanished from the spot, appearing right where Sirius was. He quickly explained everything, grabbed his master and the friend, and returned.

"Sirius!" Snape shouted just as they returned. "S-Save Lily! Save her! Voldemort knows the prophecy! He’ll kill her… He will!" 

Sirius folded his arms, his expressions unchanging. "So it was you who weaseled? After all that I said to you that night. After all my warnings, you still bowed to Voldemort!"

Not a question but an accusation. Sirius could see it from Severus' face that he had committed a grave mistake and was now crying over its possible consequences. His one-sided love for Lily was no secret to him. 

"You knew?!"

"Kreachere, lock him in the dungeon!" Sirius commanded abruptly. "He'll see the light of the day when the trials start. Remus, let's go, we need to find Peter quickly."

Severus didn't even fight back and surrendered to the house elf's magic, voluntarily getting locked. It was better than roaming outside. 

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"Where would a talentless wizard live?" Sirius wondered while walking with Remus in the Diagon Alley. 

"He wasn't rich," Remus added. "But not starving either."

Soon, they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. But surprisingly they found the entire establishment empty. The bar, which was usually full of chatter, only had one single bartender. 

"Where's everyone?" Sirius approached. 

"Oh! Lord Black!" Tom, the landlord, innkeeper, and barman exclaimed. "Of course, Of course! Who but you would dare wander this night of Halloween? May I offer some drinks?"

"Firewhiskey." Sirius blurted and took a seat. "Why's the place empty?"

"Oh, you don't know? The word is that the Dark Lord will launch his biggest-ever strike tonight. Folks are scared, Lord Black. Nobody dares wander outside tonight," Tom answered and slid a small shot glass of Firewhiskey to Sirius. "But of course, such matters don't scare someone like you."

Sirius and Remus were already frozen by then, wondering if Voldemort was planning to strike the Potters. 

"Have you seen Peter Pettigrew? Short, fat, ugly, grubby skin, small watery eyes, pointed nose, and brown hair," Sirius asked Tom. "He may have come to stay here." 

"Hmm…" Tom fell into thought. "I did, but he didn't stay. He worked in the kitchen, and broke lots of dishes. So I fired him. Six months ago, if I remember correctly."

Remus helplessly sighed. It was too far back for it to matter. "Any idea where he went after getting fired?"

"To hell!" Tom cursed. "He didn't pay for them broken dishes! That ugly rat!"

Seriously? You're calling him ugly? Sirius failed to take Tom seriously at that insult. 

"Let's go, Remus." Sirius dragged his friend away. "If Voldemort's gonna attack tonight, let's camp at Godric's Hollow. The moment the house gets attacked the charm will fail its purpose and recede."

"But even then we won't be aware unless he's already inside the house. It'll be too late, Sirius." Remus warned.

Sirius understood and tried to think of a way. Can house elves cross into Fidelius charms? They're pretty much immune to most of the human magical restrictions. 

"What if we use Kreach—" Just as Sirius was suggesting something, he froze and gasped. Out of nowhere, a memory resurfaced in his head, as if a hidden door was unlocked and opened. "No!"

"He has invaded!" Remus roared. 

Woosh!

Sirius didn't spend a moment there and apparated away to Godric's Hollow. This time he knew exactly where the house was. His heart pounded like a racehorse, his wand remained clutched tight in his fist. 

"Voldemort!" Sirius roared and looked up, noticing a flash of light in the first-floor window. "Face me!"

Sirius had no idea what he did in that instant. His instincts took over and without realizing his body moved through the air, closing in on the window at rapid speed. 

Boom!

He crashed into the closed window with his body, breaking the glass and the wooden frame. His eyes were bloodshot red in rage, no pain, no feeling reached his senses. All he saw, desired, and aimed to do was kill the Dark Lord.

"Avada—"

"Nooo!" Sirius heard the incantation from the dark hooded figure, his wand aimed at Lily who shielded Harry. "You can’t!"

Sirius apparated in that instant and appeared in front of Lily. With his hand, he grabbed Voldemort's wrist so tight his nails dug into the Dark Lord's flesh. 

Boom!

The green flash still oozed out and struck Sirius point blank. But that didn't change anything other than leaving a gaping hole in his chest, his heart blasted, making way for the new one to appear in its place.

"Die, fucker!" Sirius didn't let go of Voldemort's wrist and jumped forward, shoving him out of the window. "Avada Kedavra!"

Sirius roared the spell this time point blank, at Voldemort's face of all the places. 

"Aaaaaa!" Voldemort roared back momentarily before the Killing Curse hit him. He tried to fly away with his magic, but Sirius latched onto him like a Dementor sucking a soul. "Blood traitooo~"

"Just die!" Sirius roared and landed on the hard ground below, slamming Voldemort's body under his elbow, cracking all the bones in the Dark Lord's chest. 

But Voldemort was already dead. The Killing Curse had done its work. 

Shhhhh~

"What the—" Sirius jumped back suddenly as black steam came out of the dead body. It was hissing something meaningful. 

"I shaaaal~ return~" 

"Avada Kedavra!" Sirius once again threw a Killing Curse at the steam. 

"Aaarh!" the mist cried. 

What the fuck is this? Sirius cursed as the mist disappeared. Killing curse works on mist?

Sirius stood there for a moment, catching his breath, thankful that he arrived right on time. His heart had reformed, leaving a hole in his shirt. But he still felt out of breath. Seeing the dead body of Voldemort beside his feet brought pleasure, yet he couldn't help but feel restless. 

Peter betrayed us!

"Noooo…! James!"

Sirius looked up, hearing the distant cries from Lily. His heart sank instantly, guessing the worst. "James?!"

Sirius rushed back into the house, apparating in through the first-floor window. He didn't find Lily or Harry there anymore and quickly rushed downstairs. Right at the bottom, he saw a glimpse of a lying body. The further down he went the more he saw, the more his heart sank. 

"James!"

Lily's cries mixed with Harry's wailing. Sirius tried to hold his emotions and knelt down beside the body. There was no blood. Likely the Killing Curse was used. 

Countless memories flooded his thoughts. The first they met on that train. I'm the worst friend someone can ever hope for. 

"Sirius! Help him. Wake him up!" Lily caught his arm and jolted him. "Do something."

Sirius placed his palm on James's chest and shook his head. He was long gone, even before he arrived. Gone trying to protect Lily and Harry.

It all felt worthless now. All the battles he had fought, all the murders he had committed. What was the point when his best friend was the cost?

Why weren't there aurors all over the village? Sirius asked himself, trying to make sense of things. Asking himself how this could have been avoided. Why isn't anybody here even now?

"Sirius!" Remus finally arrived, bringing others with him. Silence fell on their lips as soon as they saw James' body. 

"Voldemort's body is outside," Sirius alerted them. 

After that, all he could do was hold little Harry Potter and give Lily a shoulder to cry on. It was a strange life the three of them had lived. Where James was possibly, deeply in love, Lily's stance had always remained mysterious. She even married James after claiming she enjoyed being with Sirius.

As for Sirius, he considered himself one crazy bastard. He hated his guts when it came to women. 

Silently, he patted Lily's back, trying to make her stop shedding tears. Harry had been agitated at first, but he soon fell asleep in Sirius' arms. 

"Come with me… You need to gather yourself and take care of Harry." Sirius helped Lily stand up after a few hours. James' body had been shrouded in a white sheet by then already. "You need to be strong for Harry."

As Sirius led Lily out of the house, he walked by Dumbledore. In his heart, he couldn't help but hate the old man. Even after knowing everything he failed to protect the Potters. Was this an accident or the result of willful ignorance? For the prophecy?

As long as I'm alive, forget ever approaching Harry. Sirius held the little baby tighter in his arms.

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Quickly after, one after another they all walked to the nearby graveyard and made the preparations. Many more wizards from the Ministry had started to appear by then. The news of Voldemort's demise was spreading like wildfire. 

Yet, there was no cheering. 

By the time the sun rose in the sky and morning dew settled, the gravestone had been placed. Harry hadn’t stopped crying the entire time, as if he knew who was being put to rest. 

"Lily." Sirius stood beside her even after everyone else had left, leaving just the three of them there. "Come with me to my home for a few days. I can't leave you alone here like this." 

She didn't say anything and silently nodded.

So Sirius quickly brought the two to 12 Grimmauld Place. The interior of the entire building had been renovated and all the old portraits had been removed. So he didn't fear it'd be too desolate, dark, and brooding for her and Harry.

Kreacher also received some threats about being thrown out and abandoned if he misbehaved with Lily and Harry. 

Thankfully, Lily never had many run-ins with Bellatrix. So she didn't fear when the curly-haired curvy witch appeared in the house and offered to help with Harry, or even hold a regular chat. It wasn't that she had completely changed her views about blood purity, she just didn't care about fighting for it anymore. 

Yet Sirius found no respite. 

He didn't desire any rest. Much work was left to be done. Peter was still out there, so Sirius put an open bounty of ten thousand galleons on any information about him. Meanwhile, the Ministry started to arrest wizards left and right. 

Sirius remained the spearhead during that whole operation as he knew the names of all the Death Eaters. While most had died at his hand, some were still left, such as Lucius Malfoy.

Weeks passed, and soon the number of detainees reached more than a hundred. The trials were held openly, filled to the brim with even journalists allowed inside. Even there, Sirius played a major role as he held the most evidence against the Dark Lord. 

Many tried to get away by claiming to be under the Imperius Curse. But Sirius shut them all up by providing his own memories of his various encounters with the Death Eaters using the pensieve. 

Lucius Malfoy was easily convicted based on his memory, and many others as well. But there was something more that the memories did. They showcased how Sirius had fought, how deadly he was, how crazed and fearless he had been. 

As the trials came to an end, Sirius's status rose to the heights of legendary. Aided by Rita's decisive articles, Sirius was soon hailed as the deadliest wizard in Britain.

Of course, Sirius protected Bellatrix as well. He revealed the Unbreakable Vow she had been put into. At the same time, he insisted on the highest form of punishment for all the Death Eaters. 

At first, the court wanted to send them to Azkaban only. 

But once Sirius recited all the names of wizards, witches, muggles, and non-humans that had died over the years, alongside the same being declared in the papers, the Ministry found no room to maneuver. No room for mercy. 

Dementor's Kiss—Removal of souls from their bodies. Leaving behind bodies that were nothing more than empty shells. A fate worse than death, many considered. 

All Death Eaters with a Dark Mark were sentenced to a Dementor's Kiss. Others who were connected to the Dark Lord but weren't Death Eaters were given Azkaban.

As the trials came to an end, the honors also started being announced. Understandably, Sirius Black received the Order Of Merlin First Class. The public trust and attitude towards him remained positive, but feared and respectful from then on. 

With Rita Skeeter's help, it wasn’t impossible to ensure his legend was never forgotten. 

A month after that horrible night of Halloween, the trials came to an end. Plenty of bloodlines, and male heirs had vanished in the rounds of prosecution. The wizarding Britain embarked on a road of slow healing. 

But nobody forgot what had been lost. It wasn't just James Potter, but many more attacks took place that night. 

It was hard to forget, but the time stopped for none. Instead of brooding, most slowly looked forward to the new era that had begun.

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1 Year Later.

12 Grimmauld Place stopped feeling empty as more residents came to live there. With the cries, giggles, and shouts of two little babies, there was always something going on in the house. 

After Lucius received the Dementor's Kiss, Narcissa chose to leave the Malfoy mansion and return home with her young son. Furthermore, she officially changed her name back to Black, hoping to disassociate herself and Draco from the dark past. 

Lily never left either. Three months after James' death, she decided it was better for Harry to grow up with a male figure in the house. Furthermore, Harry found a friend in Draco, a win-win for everyone.

Of course, it didn't take long before the hidden secrets started to come out. Bellatrix had no obligations and she never failed the opportunity to sneak into Sirius' room. The moans she always made were so loud that no spells could stop them. 

That woke something up in the other two as well. Starting with Narcissa dragging him into the shower with her, or the bedroom at times. As for Lily, it took her some time but on Harry's second birthday, she broke that wall and reclaimed what she had almost forgotten. 

For Sirius, it was like heaven. 

Three absurdly beautiful witches, all for him to enjoy. Was this a blessing or a curse, he hoped to never find out. 

As Christmas approached, Sirius found himself becoming more busy with work. With Bellatrix claiming the Lestrange wealth, and Narcissa claiming the Malfoy wealth, House Black had turned into the richest wizard house in all of Europe.

Consolidating all that wealth, and managing all the transactions and investments ate a lot of Sirius' time. He wanted to find himself a few assistants, but that was for the future. For now, he just hoped to manage the wealth well and grow it a fewfold so that future generations could depend on it. 

Sure, there weren't that many Blacks left. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't be the case for too long. 

"Sirius Black! How much longer are you going to work?"

Sirius chuckled, sitting by the study table in his bedroom. He didn't look back and continued to write on the ledger. It was night, almost bedtime, so he understood Lily's frustration. "Just a minute, Lily."

"Are you sure?" Lily softly whispered right into his ears. 

"What th—" Sirius jolted back. But to his utterly arousing shock, he forgot all about his work as soon as he looked at Lily standing there beside his table. 

"Oh, now you're focused?" Lily added and shifted to his front. With a wave of her hand, she moved all the stuff on the table and sat down on it, right in front of him, both her feet dangling between Sirius’ knees.

Sirius gulped, his erection screaming at him to unleash the beast. He licked his lips seeing Lily once again in her Hogwarts uniform—that same old skirt, that shirt. But both had become too tight for her now ripe, homely body. Her sizable breasts fought the shackles of the buttons. Her creamy thick thighs spilled out of her skirt. 

"So?" Sirius looked up at her. 

"Well," Lily smirked and parted her legs. Her skirt got pulled up on its own, revealing her pink folds, lusting with the glistening coat of her arousal. "The feast is ready."

No panties, and already aroused. 

Sirius didn't need someone to tell him twice. He instantly dragged his chair forward and slammed his face down between her hot thighs. He raised both her legs and made her cross them around his head.

"Ooooh!" Lily moaned in pure love and pleasure. "Sooo~ Good! How're you so good with that aaaah! Tongue?"

Sirius chuckled, his words muffled as he never stopped eating her slobbering pussy. "Remem-ber my secret nickname?"

"Yeee-ah! Horndog… of Hogwarts!" Lily moaned in abandon, clamping her soft thighs tighter. But that seemed to make Sirius go harder. "S-Sirius… Can I ask you for something?"

"What?" Sirius asked back and suddenly forced her legs to release his face. Quickly, he stood up and took off all his clothes, stroking his cock and aiming at her hot tight furnace. "Anything for you."

"Hmmm…" Lily waited for him to enter her as she invitingly spread her legs widener, letting him step closer between them. He teased her, rubbing his swollen cockhead across the length of her drooling slit. "Fuck! Just get in already!"

"Haha!" Sirius chuckled and rammed in with all his might, just the way Lily loved it. She was wild and unrestrained in his house. She let go of her insecurities and embraced her fieriness. She loved the sensation of his thick cock inside. She loved how it made her squirm, and go weak in the belly. She loved that full sensation of him, resting balls deep inside. 

Sirius pushed all the way in and began unbuttoning her white shirt to free her breasts. Her fiery red hair sprinkled all around her face adorably, something he was sure to hold on to very soon while doing her. "So, what did you want?"

"I was think—Oh!"

Sirius flexed his cock suddenly, earning her a moan. "Go on."

"That… maybe it's time to—oooh!"

Sirius gave her a proper thrust this time, pulling his hips back and shoving back in. Ah, that warmth was otherworldly, her bodily scent like an untamed forest. "Time to what?"

"Give Harry a sibling!"

"..." Sirius didn't thrust in or out this time. Even his fingers froze on the buttons as he stared at her face. "You mean…"

"Umhm…" Lily threw her arms around his neck. "Inside me…"

"Ha?" Sirius groaned as Lily shoved her hips forward, taking all of his length in.

Her face inched closer to his ears just then and whispered. "I want you to spill it all… In… me!"

Sirius instinctively flexed his muscles, making his cock twitch inside. He breathed deeply, took a whiff of her shampoo, and got right to it, on that table. Ramming his cock so hard that the table smashed against the wall each time, her legs spread apart, and her cries echoed in the room. 

"Aaaaah! Yess~ Yess~ I want this, baby! Fuck yess~" Lily clawed all over Sirius' back, her nails thankfully weren't sharp. She remembered having had sex wilder than this before with Sirius. But this one felt different since there were no more walls between them, no more restrictions, no more asking 'where'. 

"Huh! Huh!" Sirius grunted into her ears as he pumped. His one arm maintained a strong embrace, while his other hand ripped open her tight shirt and claimed her feathery soft breasts. 

Soon enough their lips connected and they lost themselves in the intoxicating moment of pleasure. So primal, so adventurous, they just loved the sensation of one another. Him inside her, filling her to the brim with womb-kissing pumps that echoed with creamy squelches. 

"Do-oh! Don't wait for me, baby! J-Just… put it in me!" Lily breathed out.

Sirius nodded and picked up the pace. It worried both of them if the damn table would be able to handle them. But Sirius didn't care and hugged her waist all around, squeezing her soft globes over his chest. His hips had a mind of their own while shoving in, intent on grounding every last speck of his virile seed in. 

"Aaaaah! Mmmmm fucking so good-ooooh!" Lily threw her head back in surrender.

"Hngh!" Sirius grunted and jolted all over. The muscles of his legs shivered, and his back felt powerless. It was just another release, but in that moment it felt different, so carefree. 

Both of them felt it at the same time. Sirius creamed inside, his mess of white froth coated every inch of her inviting core. Cock jammed all the way in, both of them hoping this release would come to fruition.

To hell with the Wizarding Britain. Nobody had the guts to say anything to him anyway. 

"Ummm…" Lily kissed Sirius deeply, feeling his viscous batter heating her core. She almost sucked his breath out, still loving the cock that lay inside. "Start picking names, Sirius."

"A-Are you sure?" Sirius asked her again. "People won't be kind to Harry. They'll bully him."

Lily continued to kiss him but released his lips and focused on his neck. "Will you let them?"

"Absolutely not!" Sirius bellowed.

"Hehe… Then I want it." Lily answered at last and rested her forehead against his. "Besides, I'm not the only one."

"What do you mean?"

Knock! Knock!

Sirius turned around quickly and looked towards the door. It was open and two beauties stood there. Bellatrix was completely naked, while Narcissa only had a see-through black nightgown. Both looked primed, beautiful as ever. 

Bellatrix, complete with her luscious breasts, wide hips, and overall fleshier body. Meanwhile Narcissa, with her lithe tall body, sexy hair bunched up, curvy hips, and bosom, and a face more beautiful than any of those muggle models.

Oh boy! Sirius felt his cock rise again in salute. Farewell to a good night's sleep.

"Room for two more?" Narcissa asked from the doorframe, her arms crossed, eyes narrow as if complaining why she wasn't invited. 

Bellatrix just strode in with no care and got down on her knees right in front of Sirius. Without asking, she gripped his almost limp length and began stroking it while teasingly staring up at his face. "I'm getting old, Sirius. I fear… If you don't put one in me now, I may never get to be a mother."

Sirius felt his cock grow faster at her plea. It embarrassed him. Well, I guess it's no trouble. Relations between cousins aren't taboo.

"In that case." Narcissa also entered, taking the pin out of the blonde bun behind her head and loosening her long hair to cover her face. She walked over to him and slammed her lips right on his. As if it soothed her heart, she moaned out just from that, eyes closed. "I think…"

Narcissa loosened her see-through gown and let it fall on the floor, letting Sirius eye her ripe body. 

"I think…" Narcissa got down on her knee too, right beside Bellatrix. "It's time Draco had a sibling."

"Exactly!" Lily blurted and jumped off the table. She quickly got around Sirius and fell to her knees on Bellatrix's other side. "We want more babies in this house!" 

Bloody hell! This is one problem I'd love to solve. Sirius looked at their beautiful faces and bare bodies with absolute lust and love. Night after night, day after day.

"Then what are you waiting for? We have a long night ahead." Sirius said and shifted back to lean his hips against the table. "Wake me up."

"Ummm…!" Bellatrix was the first to stuff herself with his cock. Narcissa had to focus her tongue on licking his left ball as the other one was taken by Lily. 

All the while the three women caressed their claws on his chest and belly, throwing him into an arousal that was humanly impossible. 

Clack! Clack!

Just then, an owl appeared outside the window. Sirius frowned but grabbed his wand from the table and opened the window. The owl flew in, gave him the letter, and flew away. 

"What is it?" Lily questioned.

"Focus." Sirius shoved her face back on his cock with one hand. "It's from Andromeda." 

"Oh!" Narcissa and Bellatrix exclaimed at that. But they were used to Sirius's demanding nature and never stopped their mouths.

Sirius cut open the envelope and read the letter. It was short, but the words were enough to convey Andromeda's frustrations and feelings. The woman was left alone with a daughter now with the death of Edward Tonks on the night of Halloween last year. The Death Eaters had attacked their home.

"Hmm… Good," Sirius almost moaned. But he didn't care even if he did. This was his home, his family. "Good news, girls."

"Ha?"

"Um?"

"What?"

Lily, Bellatrix, and Narcissa stopped blowing and licking him and looked at his face at the same time. 

"Andromeda wants to return home." With a smirk, Sirius swung the letter at their face. "It seems the Black family is about to be complete."

"Ugh!" 

"Hmph!"

"Why now?" 

Lily, Bellatrix, and Narcissa complained at the same time. 

Sirius frowned. "Why? You don't want her to join?"

"And have us share you?" Narcissa grumpily got back up to her feet and pressed her delicate hands over his chest. "No thanks."

"Ah!" Sirius found himself thrown back to the bed. 

Narcissa had never shown him this side of her, this competitive side. She wasted no time and straddled his lap and grabbed his rock-hard cock before aiming it at her core.

Her eyes remained narrow, however, her proud persona was still there. "You better not go lazy on us now, Sirius Black."

"Haha!" Sirius chuckled and strongly grabbed Narcissa's waist, deviously. "Not in this life."

"Wait, wai—aaaah!" Narcissa moaned, groaned, and cried at the same time. Unlike Lily, she was someone who enjoyed it slow at first and rough near the end. 

Meanwhile, Bellatrix climbed onto the bed and straddled Sirius' face. Lust was clear in her eyes, she was the sort who liked it freaky, rough, painful, and anything humanly imaginable. 

"God, you're such a horndog!" Lily commented and lay down beside Sirius' body and began licking his nipples, throwing him into an unknown ecstasy. 

"Ah! Aaaah! Yesss~" Bellatrix quickly moaned out loud and even spilled herself right there. This was record time. She had only started to ground her hips and yet, there she lay fallen, face on Sirius' belly. 

"What the…!" Lily froze in shock. "How?!" 

Sirius scoffed and leisurely watched Narcissa ride his cock, jumping on him and jolting her breasts. Such a beautiful sight, he wanted to keep it close to his heart forever. 

"Be it you three, or even if it becomes four," Sirius replied, just on the verge of exploding inside Narcissa and giving her the desired gift. "This horndog's got plenty of tricks, my dears."

"Aaaah! Finally!" Narcissa cried out as soon as she felt Sirius filling her up with his blessing. So warm, so slimy, so wet. She had her own release just from those sensations alone, her skin flushed pink, and sweat coated her heaving breasts. 

"Next!" Sirius cheekily shouted, giving Bellatrix a glance.

"Yes, yes, yes! My turn!" Bellatrix wasted no time and lay down on her back, head on the pillow. 

She held her own legs spread wide, her tight, long, drooling slit well-oiled for him. 

Sirius gave her his best performance and speared right in, shoving the weight of his entire body on her. He started fucking her from the get-go, no restrictions with this one. He suckled her breasts, teethed them, bit her neck, and locked his lips around her nipple. 

Lily and Narcissa were also lying beside them, both rubbing their cream-filled petals. All the while Sirius molded their breasts with one hand each. 

The absolute peak of sexual pleasure. 

The absolute peak of love.

The absolute peak of trust and desire.

12 Grimmauld Place had become such a place. Soon, forget the Weasleys, the Blacks were going to rule the world. With the insane wealth, House Black would regain its fame and glory and even go beyond. 

"Oooh! You're wonderful!" Bellatrix cooed, eyes wide open at the heavenly bliss. The continuous, rapid plunder left her in her second climax, her pink walls filled with Sirius' masculine release. 

At last, Sirius rolled off of Bellatrix and lay down beside her. Seizing her chance, Narcissa quickly straddled Sirius' cock and lay down on his chest, feeling the warmth of his chest. Lily hugged him from the right and Bellatrix from the left. 

All three women had seen this man take a Killing Curse to his heart for them. There was no safer place in the world than in the warmth of his arms. 

There was no greater bed to fall asleep on. 

Maybe not all related by blood, but the three felt deeply connected by the passion they had for this one single man, this infamous horndog. 

All three closed their eyes and tried to sleep there. The bed was too small for the whole night, but they hoped for a short nap in that heart-warming embrace. 

Meanwhile, Sirius continued to glance at the ceiling, not minding the weight of Narcissa’s body at all. He loved every single one of them, willing to trade his life for them. 

I… I don't think I mind immortality anymore.

"Ummm~" 

"Sirius~"

"Hehe~"

So much in bliss, the three women mumbled in sleep. 

Sirius simply chuckled. 

I can get used to this. 

_____________________________The End______________________________

_____________________________Epilogue_____________________________

I hope Sirius won't be angry. Who thought American quidditch would be so much fun? 

Regulus Black, aged twenty-one, returned to London a year after the fall of the Dark Lord. Initially, the plan was to return quickly, but he fell in love with the sport. 

Knock! Knock!

"Kreacher! My favorite house elf!" Regulus giddily walked into the house, patting the old house elf's head. "Did you miss me?" 

"M-Master Regulus… I-I…" Kreacher, for the first time in history, stuttered in nervousness.

Regulus frowned. "What's the matter? Did something happ—Wait, why's there a playpen in the hall?"

Kreacher began sweating. "M-M-Master… Hehe… This old elf found a new hobby…"

Regulus was dumbfounded. "You play in there? What the fuck have you been up to, Kreacher?" 

It appeared that after living in America, Regulus learned to curse as well. 

"Uwaaaaa…!" 

"Uwaaaa…!"

"Babies?!" Regulus's ears perked up. "What's going on? There are babies here?" 

"Uwaaaaaaaaa!" Kreacher tried to mimic the crying. "It's me, Master! I-It's me… Uwaaaaa!"

There was definitely something wrong. Regulus ignored the house elf and quickly headed downstairs to find the source of the crying. Uncaring, reminiscing his old memories of the house, he soon got close to Sirius's room. 

"Oh, the door is open…" Regulus reached the doorframe.

Shocked?

Dumbfounded?

Confused?

Fucking impressed?

Admiration?

Envy?

Regulus realized he had never felt this many emotions in all of his life. Right in there, on the bed, he saw a human pyramid so wild, so erotic. 

Bloody hell! He's wilder than the wildest American fucker I've met yet. Regulus felt his throat going dry. Having seen enough of naked Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Lily for one lifetime, he quickly turned around, returned to the hall, and grabbed his suitcase. I came to the wrong address.

"Master, where are you going?" Kreacher tried to follow Regulus. "Take Kreacher with you!"

"..."

Regulus turned back, never in his life had he heard a house elf plead to be taken away. 

"Why? Do they hurt you?" 

Kreacher sobbed and looked down, frustration clear in his body language. "K-Kreacher… Kreacher is useless! The Mistresses lock Kreacher and cook for Master Sirius themselves! They feed him, clean him! Kreacher is useless!"

"..."

"Goodbye, Kreacher." Regulus had no sympathy. 

The entire house was fucked up. 

Maybe I should start an American branch of the Black family.