Time to put your galleons where your mouth is

Chapter 14

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Turais,

I know I've been a crappy brother, and I'm really really sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. You're always, always looking out for me and Reggie. That's the way its always been. I just got caught up in having friends and I like spending time with the rest of the Marauders.

But they're not my brothers. Close, but not quite. You and Reggie are.

Bloody hell, I'm not good at this emotional crap, that was always your thing. You looked out for the both of us since we were born, but you don't have to keep it up. Please come back to Hogwarts, I bloody well miss you. Can't even summon up the effort to sneer at Snape. See, Snape. Not even a bad nickname.

So, hell, just come home, please?

- Sirius

As Black as One Is Painted?
by Rita Skeeter

Having had the distinct pleasure of meeting Turais Black before, I can confirm several things. First and foremost, the boy is talented, almost ridiculously so. The little spell-work I saw him preform was always wordless and without wand movements, yet each spell was prefect, each and every time. Secondly, the boy is charming. Pleasantly so. He's a brilliant young man, and I was most certainly concerned to write about his flight from Hogwarts. For when we spoke face to face, he was an intelligent young man who's only ambition at the time seemed to be a family oriented one. To look out for his two younger brothers. That was all he told me he wanted to do with his life. Which, for our law enforcement, seems to be an exceedingly good thing.

For in the early hours of this morning, the Auror office received a call informing them that the terrorists known as 'Death Eaters' were out in force and attacking the muggle village of Barmston in East Yorkshire. As our dear readers are well aware, these Death Eaters have taken to attacking both muggles and those of muggle blood, sprouting that it is the right of pure-bloods to rule our society.

As always, our valiant Aurors responded to the call in force, apperating to the location expecting to find the usual scene. Burning houses, bodies upon the ground and blood splattered upon the grass.

Instead, they were faced with sixteen captured Death Eaters, all with their wand hand severed. All tied up back to back with one another and unable to move, clearly stunned. Curious as always, and desperate to know the truth, I approached muggle-born witch Amy Meyers, aged 79, for answers.

"It was horrifying. I've obviously read the Prophet regarding these attacks, but never did I think one would strike so close to home. I'm no longer a young woman, but I was quite ready to defend my village. Yer by the time I had arrived at the scene with my wand at the ready, three of those Death Eaters were already down. And then there he was. At first I thought it was an Auror, so effectively he moved. He never once went to start a fight with the Death Eaters, only protecting the muggles in the village. But the second one engaged him in a duel, the Auror would hit them with a collection of spells before severing their wand hand and moving onto the next one once he'd tied his previous opponent up. He face four of those beasty people at once and still came out with little move than a slice up his arm. He put an end to their ways so quickly I couldn't quite tell what had happened. It wasn't until he approached me asking after a newspaper that I realized he wasn't an Auror at all, but instead a boy who couldn't be out of Hogwarts yet."

Yes, you read that right readers. A mysterious boy appearing out of nowhere and stopping a Death Eater raid all by himself?