Clear | Sirius Black

Fifty-Five

Nothing is as it seems

Rigel

I wanted to barf. I hadn't ate breakfast yet, and I already wanted to throw up anything that was in my system. Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Peter Pettigrew, and many more deatheaters had escaped Azkaban. Peter for the second time.

It wasn't for the fact that they finally figured out how to leave, but Voldemort was really back and Harry was right. Draco made fun of him for lying, when he knew he was right. Lucius was a deatheater and we were eating dinner with them over the summer when his mark started to hurt. That night Narcissa sent Draco with us.

Rotanev looked over the Daily Prophet in my hands and slightly gulped. We weren't scared of any of them. We nearly killed Peter last time he escaped. We were scared of how Mum and Uncle Regulus were reacting right now. Mother had probably sent Father and James on mission after mission.

They established the Order back together after the attack at the Dursleys home. Lily and James handled everything, while Harry got the three of them out of the house, but there was still a trial, for Harry had used magic. He wasn't charged with anything, but Mum and Regulus didn't make it an easy trial. It didn't matter to them who Harry was. Their job mattered more at that moment.

After getting the three Potter's into a safe house, one Dumbledore didn't establish this time, the meetings started again. Grandmother Black moved into the Palace with us for her safety, and Mum set all the Black Palace charms at 12 Grimmauld Place to make sure we were all safe.

Graham sat down beside Rotanev and gave her a kiss on the cheek. There goes me eating breakfast. He looked at what I was holding and laughed, "Bellatrix Lestrange? You two looked shaken up over that? What would she do to you?"

If only he knew everything that Rotanev was keeping from him. He knew what Jaden was, but he didn't know what we were. He thought since we weren't born in Airson, we were "normal wizards", but we weren't. We were born just like Jaden. Rare wizards. If only Graham knew that Bellatrix would be after us under Tom's orders.

Rotanev turned to Graham slowly. Jaden sat beside me, while I gave him a warning look to not say anything. Draco, Theodore, and Blaise sipped their juice while watching the scene in front of them.

She gave him a soft smile, but it quickly faded, "Graham, she's Bellatrix Lestrange. Formally known as Bellatrix Black. Our cousin. Draco's aunt. That's enough reasoning for everything."

Graham looked at his plate without saying a word. He shook his head a bit and turned to Adrian to start a conversation. If that's how he reacted to that, then how would he react to what we are? How would his feelings towards my sister change.

I balled up a piece of parchment from my bag and threw it at Graham's face. He turned to me raising his brow, "Watch it, Black. I can easily throw you off the team. There are better beaters than you."

I let out a snort, "Like who? Crabbe? Goyal? Please, be my guest. Replace me and see how your team does then. Don't forget we own you, Montague. Mummy and Daddy wouldn't have a job if I said one bad thing about you. You have no power compared to me."

Rotanev pulled on my sleeve, "Rigel, leave it alone." She stood up to whisper in my ear, "Your veins are turning black. Now, calm down, before you say the wrong thing and the castle sets on fire, again."

I turned my attention to my twins sister, "First off, we both set the room on fire. Not just me. Second off, what right does he have to treat you like that after realizing who we are related too? Does he need to read the book of Monroe Airson I to understand everything else?"