hogwarts rose

"Hey, man! Pull yourself together."

"Someone is here to see you."

Albert rudely knocked on the narrow door frame with his wand, and he unlocked it without much effort. After all, only prisoners, not jailers, are forbidden to use wands.

A dark figure crouched in the shadows of the room, indifferent to Albert's rudeness.

This made him feel a little bored, he shook the wizard robe hanging on his shoulder and walked outside.

"As soon as possible, Mr. Malfoy."

"The bagel shop across the street from the Ministry closes early every Sunday."

Uncasia watched the strange Mr. Albert smacking his lips away from their sight, restraining his gaze from drifting to the shadows in the corner, and unexpectedly found that he was still calm.

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

Lucius glanced down at his calm and composed nephew, then glanced at the figure in the shadows smeared on the ground like a puddle of mud, and looked away disgustedly.

Tsk, my eyes hurt.

"Let me speak to him alone, Mr. Malfoy."

When Oncasia's calm and childish voice sounded in the cell, the shadow seemed to move a bit, probably because it was strange that there was a child's voice in Azkaban.

Lucius turned around in a good manner, stroked the back of Angcasia's head, "Let's call him uncle from now on."

Both Tria and Oncasia are good children. Whether it is because of the importance his wife attaches to these two children, or because they are both extremely talented, Lucius is determined to treat these two children as Marla. The children of the Fu family are cultivated.

Lucius walked out of the empty prison, closing the door behind him.

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Sirius Black closed his eyes, his brain was full of pain, fear, sadness, regret...

He didn't know when he was awake, and he didn't know when he was asleep.

Anyway, whether he is asleep or awake, he cannot escape the coercion of negative emotions.

Time is eternal in Azkaban, where a decade is a second, and a second is a decade.

All that can be heard are the roars of people who are as sinful as him, those hoarse, malicious voices.

When he heard the door opening and Alberto's greeting, Sirius was still sinking into the chaos of consciousness.

Probably another dream.

The voice of Lucius Malfoy that followed made him think for a while.

Ah, his unlovable cousin-in-law.

Would he dream of this man, probably not.

……

The voice of a child, this must be a dream, how could there be a child in Azkaban.

I don't know how Harry is doing...

Uncle?

Sirius Black frowned tightly, and he thought hard about who would be called Uncle Lucius.

Brother's child?wrong.

wife's child?Oh no, it has to be called Dad.

wife's...

His mind was about to explode, and it really wasn't his fault.

Thinking has long been a luxury, and you can't expect a person to stay sane in constant despair.

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Oncasia didn't talk to the shadow immediately, he just thought of ways to brighten the cell, and then began to look at this - his father in blood relationship.

Angcasia had inquired a lot about him.Blair Capet, his mother, had also told him about the young master of the Black family.

It's just that in those rumors, Master Black was flamboyant, flirtatious, flirting with cats and dogs, and you could even say that he did all sorts of evil.

But the rumored him is by no means what Ancasia sees now——

The shadow curled up against the dim light in the corner of the wall. It didn't even have a bed, only a few dry grasses protruding from the cracks of the bricks under his body.

Weak, emaciated, silent, confused.

It's hard for Ancasia to describe his current mood, but he managed to calm down as much as possible. This person probably doesn't know the existence of him and Tria.

Sirius Black was already in jail when Blair Capet found out she was pregnant.

So, Ancasia took a few steps closer, keeping a close distance, and took the initiative to speak.

"Hello."

The figure moved a few more times, turned to some angles, opened its eyes somewhat uncomfortable, and stared at the guests in the cell.

Ancasia, who didn't wait for a response, didn't mind, he continued to introduce himself.

"I am your blood son."

This sentence obviously scared the mud.

Sirius twitched a few times visible to the naked eye, and the brain that hadn't figured out what "uncle" was referring to was more messy, but also clearer.

It felt strange, his brain was struggling to function because of one sentence, but more chaotic and painful memories did disappear because of this one sentence.

Oncasia's explanation continued.

"Not long after you were arrested, Ms. Capet found out that she was pregnant. She gave birth to me and Tria. We are twins."

"Oh, sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce my name, my name is Oncasia Black."

"Ms. Capet returned to Germany after giving birth to my sister and me, and we grew up in an orphanage."

Sirius' eyeballs trembled when he heard this, he wanted to speak, wanted to sit up, but he was stuck in place.

Oncasia didn't say anything, he still stood there with a gentle expression, speaking clearly.

"Last year, we received a letter from Hogwarts, and it was later because of a coincidence that we found out that you are our father."

"Anyway, I should have come to see you. You have a right to know that you have two children. Plus, some sources tell me that maybe you shouldn't be in Azkaban."

"Can you tell me what you think?"

Ancasia finished all the words he wanted to say sentence by sentence. He calmly looked at the weak man in front of him who was panting because he was too restless.

"I……"

Sirius Black stared at Uncasia without blinking, and spoke with difficulty.

He didn't speak for too long, and the frequent moaning and howling in pain made his throat feel like a fishbone was stuck, making it difficult to utter a single word.

Under the gaze of the children in the middle of the room, he couldn't help but slowly sat up straight.

The child's eyes were gentle and polite, and he kept watching him without avoiding or dodging.

Sirius suddenly felt a sense of shame burning from head to toe. He judged his crime so frankly, but at this moment he wished that he could be innocent in front of this child.

"I... didn't kill anyone."

It took him a long time to hold back such a sentence, the interrogation by the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore's advice, years of prison life in Azkaban, these tortures that have happened or continued to happen in the past did not make him say anything.

"I didn't kill anyone."