Chapter 160: Black

Chapter 160: Black

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20th October 1995, Hogwarts (Earth 2)

(Jasmine Sayre POV)

The more I spoke the more I let my aura go a little bit. It was barely a fraction of my presence, but it was more than what a wizard could hope to have. Sirius was gaping at me, wide eyed at my display of power.

I continue, "But, I'm not here to talk about my past, Sirius Black, but about your future. What the hell have you become? Look at you, a shell of the wizard you used to be, spitting at your traditions and at your family's legacy. You're barely a wild animal leashed by Dumbledore with the promise of your freedom. How the house of Black has fallen! Regulus would be so disappointed if he saw you now. Marlene would be weeping at your fall. What has become of you, Sirius Black?"

I knew I was a bit out of line to use his brother and Marlene McKinnon the woman he probably would have married, if her whole family hadn't been slaughtered by Death Eaters. But the man needed a wakeup call. With my telepathy, I was able to tell that he's very close to being suicidal, from the guilt of refusing the responsibility of being the Potter's secret keeper. He tried to make a joke about it, saying that it would be a prank to choose Wormtail as the secret keeper, but what he feared the most was betraying his friends. He was afraid that he would snap and join the rest of his family, that he would be taken by the Black madness and become a Death Eater.

Sirius Black was fundamentally broken. Walburga Black had made sure of that. She did nothing but cause pain, and Sirius associated the Black family to her and Bellatrix. This was what he saw his family being like, and he did his best to avoid this fate. He refused to cast any type of Dark Magic, or at least what the Ministry calls Dark Magic. He blamed the entire field of magic for his Family's madness, for his miserable childhood. He hated anything that remindinded him of his family with a burning passion. This was why he chose to target Snape with his pranks, after all.

He still hasn't acted after all and avoids dark magic like a plague. Being here, in this house doesn't help either. He keeps having flashbacks of his childhood in this place. The man was agitated, angry and scared, he was even afraid of taking care of his godson and causing him as much pain as his mother did to him.

As far as Sirius Black was concerned, the Black family was evil, other than Andromeda that is, but since she was disowned, she didn't count.

The man looked scared when I tore through his insecurities like that, "Why are you saying this?"

I give him a blank stare, "Seriously, Sirius, take a look at yourself. You're barely functioning. I understand that you want to go on adventures and fight the good fight, but that's not it, is it? You want everything to end, you want to be hit by a spell and join your friends. The only reason you haven't is because you still haven't hunted down Pettigrew yet. Being cooped up here isn't healthy, especially in this place. Why are you even listening to Dumbledore? This is your life and you're his life insurance. We both know that you won't get a trial anytime soon, probably never, with or without Dumbledore's help. All you're doing is making sure that he has control over Harry."

He looked confused, "I don't understand."

I sigh, "You are to Harry, what the Potters were to you. I'm talking about my grandparents here. You represent an escape from the loveless life he has at the Dursleys. Limiting your contact with Harry, will let Dumbledore use you as a treat if Harry dances to his tune. Why do you think Dumbledore is particularly insistent that you don't contact Harry, that you stay here? Sure, he's probably worried that you would do something reckless, but it's a way to collar you. He uses Harry's safety to control you and he uses your contact with Harry to control him. Masterfully done."

Sirius started getting angry, "I don't have a choice here. But you do. You could kill Voldemort and free me. It would only take an afternoon, if what you said about your magical abilities were true. So why don't you?"

I shrug, "Other than the fact that it's not my problem? The problem is that Voldemort is more than just a man, he's a movement, one unknowingly started by Dumbledore when he defeated Grindelwald. You have to understand that he saved countries with that duel, and he was elevated to a legend, he could have done anything he wanted, and what he wanted while it was nice on the surface had a lot of bad consequences. I won't go into too much detail, but Dumbledore was messed up from something that happened when he was young. All he wanted was to curb violence and death, so he kept banning magic that he saw as harmful. And the old families, who kept losing power were very unhappy, but they could do nothing to fight someone of his caliber."

Sirius murmured, "Until Voldemort"

"Kreature looked disbelieving at the place where the locket previously existed, "Yous destroys it, like that?"

I smile warmly at the elf, "I know Kreature. Regulus knew that you couldn't destroy it, but he was desperate. You can now rest easy, knowing that you haven't failed your master. And clean up this place, I can't believe that you have allowed the home of the House of Black be neglected like this. It is your duty as a Black elf to maintain the household. So, why don't you go ahead and make this place worthy of the Black family."

Kreature just nodded with tears in his eyes, "Kreature will, noble witch, Kreature will."

He popped out, probably to actually start cleaning the house.

Sirius, on the other hand, was gaping at me, "what just happened, what was that?"

"Your brother discovered that Voldemort had created Horcruxes. An abomination of magic, where one tears their soul apart and seals it in an object as an anchor. Understanding the consequences of following such a mad man, he chose to find it and destroy it. He died from one of the protections Voldemort put up, a lake full of inferi. But before that, he got the Horcrux and gave it to Kreature to destroy. The poor elf spent the last decade and a half punishing himself for not destroying the locket, something he couldn't have done considering that it's soul magic and is supposed to be almost indestructible."

Sirius' face was pale, and he muttered, "Reg was a hero. He sacrificed himself. So, that's how he survived. Merlin, he cut up his soul, no wonder he's mad. At least, he's mortal now."

I snort, "No he's not. Did you seriously think that a man like Voldemort would be satisfied with only one? I know where they are because I tracked them down in my universe. He made seven."

"Seven?" he yelled out.

I nod, "Yeah, but don't worry, I destroyed a few of them when I was bored. I, alone, destroyed four, Harry had destroyed one in his second year, there's only a ring left and the snake, Nagini. The ring is under constant surveillance since it's close to Voldemort's hide out, and the snake rarely ever leaves his side. Trust me, compared to where the others were, I did the hard work. One was even in Gringotts"

"YOU BROKE INTO GRINGOTTS?"

I snort, "Hell yeah, it has to be one of my all-time favorite accomplishments. I broke into the so-called unbreakable bank, into one of the highest security vaults no less, and stole an artifact and half the gold in the Vault, without anyone noticing a thing."

Sirius burst out into laughter, "I knew I liked you for a reason. So, which vault did you rob?"

I chuckled, "the Lestrange Vault."

This time he rolled down on his floor, when he calmed himself, "You robbed Bella? Oh, Merlin, this is precious. You are officially my favorite person, ever."

Amused, I look at my watch, "Oh, look at the time. It's almost midnight and I have class tomorrow. I have to go back to Hogwarts."

Sirius looked sad for a moment, "Can you keep visiting me?"

I smile at him, "count on it, Sirius. You're a lot more fun when you're not a depressed mess."

I teleport out without hearing his reply. I had left him with a few things to think about. I smile to myself; I had ruffled enough feathers in a day. It might be a record for me.