Alphas

I'm sorry *hides*


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“Why don’t you all put your books away and just listen closely. I find it curious that while you have been learning ‘ridiculous’ spells and tons of theory none of you have been taught how to avoid getting in line of a ‘dark’ spell.”


Sirius walked between the desks, purposefully staying behind the students were they could not see him, or rather see him staring at his fiancé.


“What do you mean Sirius?” Hermione spoke up.


“That will be Professor Black to you miss Granger. I have put up with your…attitude for my godsons sake, but I suddenly find the need to please your authorities lacking.” Hermione turned crimson.


“I’m sorry Professor Black, but what do you mean with ‘avoid getting in line of a ‘dark’ spell’?”


“Just that miss Granger. Who is it that usually spew out dark spells like the rest of you do meaningless words? Anyone?” Hermione’s hand shot in the air.


“Yes?”


“Death Eaters!”


Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed. “I would like an answer that has not been copied off Dumbledore’s hand book!”


“Purebloods!” Dean Thomas said and Sirius smiled.


“Yes, purebloods. Why is that?”


“Because they’re all Death Eaters!” Dean hissed.


“I’ll have you know that only thirty per cent of Death Eaters are pure blood and that the Dark Lord himself is halfblood.” Sirius said in a bore tone. “If you’re going to spew prejudice and propaganda, you can clam it shut!”


“Purebloods –“ Draco said “because they have extensive training and have magic that is strong enough to wield it, whereas muggleborns tend to unleash the spell with out being able to control the effects it causes, resulting in a hit and miss practice and unintended victims.”


“Finally someone with a decent head on their shoulders.” Sirius sighed.

“Magic is magic!” Hermione hissed


“We have had this conversation before miss Granger.” Sirius said tiredly. “As I said before mr. Weasley, would you repeat, please.”


“Magic is inherited and grows stronger with each generations. Pureblood children tend to hide the true strength because of the ministry program of splitting magical cores.” He said quietly.


“Good. What does the splitting of magical cores do? Mr. Weasley.”


“It removes half of your magical strength. It get contained and injected into squib-born children from squib parents, who otherwise would not have enough magic to levitate a pencil.”


“That is a good thing!” Hermione screeched. “They have found a way to share magic with those less fortunate!”


“Magic is not money, miss Granger! It is the life force of a child.” He turned to face the class. “Removing it breaks down the immune system and shortens the life span of the average magical child. It is murder.”


“It is sharing the benefits!”


“The average lifespan of a wizard is about a hundred and fifty years.“ Sirius said calmly, seemingly ignoring the annoying witch at the front. “Mr. Longbottom here - ” he said and squeezed Neville’s shoulder “is going to die before he is fifty, unless the squib-born or "muggle-born holding his magic dies before he does, so his magic can return to it’s rightful host.”


“What about halfbloods?”


“When a halfblood is conceived the foreign magic in the mother’s or father’s body will transfer to the child, making it magically strong, but since the magic is foreign in a young body they usually don’t grow up.”


“But Potter is a halfblood. He is as strong as you know who and he does not seem to be dying!”


“Harry, is pureblood. He was kidnapped by the Potters on the day of his birth from his real parents; Mr Malfoy and…well, not my secret to tell.”


The final bell rug loudly but no one moved a muscle. “We will talk more of this next time.” Sirius said loudly. “And maybe Gryffindor can start earning their points back.” Turning to hide the smirk on his lips “Mr. Malfoy, if you would stay behind?”


The moment the door closed Sirius scooped Draco into his arms and kissed him soundly.


“I missed you”


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Harry shot out of the floo on the third floor in St. Mungo’s, landing soundly on his arse. He could never get that right.
Stalking up to the receptionist he scowled. It was the same cow that had the nerve to throw him out the last time he had come and made a tiff because they would not let him see Fenrir because he was a dangerous werewolf who could harm their saviour.


“Remus Lupin. Which floor and which room.” He growled impatiently.


“He is a dangerous werewolf Mr. Potter. It would be irrespos-“


“We talked about this last time. I do not want, nor need your permission to speak to Lupin.” The receptionist scowled and tapped the screen in front of her.


“Third floor, room 316.” Harry cocked a brow at her. “-and two guards outside the door.” She sighed. Harry flashed her an ironic smile and sprang up the stairs. Approaching the room in which Lupin was lying he spotted the two Aurors outside his door. Tonks and Kain.


“Wotcher Dora!” Harry smiled.


“Harry! How are you cousin?”


“Great actually. Came to see dear Remus about some tail wagging and such.” He said brightly. Tonks smile disappeared like it had never been there at all.


“Harry, he did what he had to – “ she sighed and changed the colour of her hair. “You would have done the same, you know-“


“Nothing!” Harry hissed. “I would not have given up a safe location, one where my family was currently occupying, when the only ones capable of protecting themselves against Aurors and wizards are out hunting. There were only children there Tonks, and their mothers. My own son was attacked – and he is but a toddler. Your colleagues used several rounds of crucious on a pregnant male, slashed his stomach open and didn’t feed him for three days!” Tonks paled at Harry’s words. She had not been at the raid, but she had heard her friends say it had been great fun.


Harry advanced on her and put his hands on either side or her head. “That is what they did to my husband, and it is Lupin’s fault. Though I have already kicked the shit out of him for his actions and banished him from the pack, they stole Fenrir’s consort rings - and I want them back!” Tonks just gulped, knowing that stealing consort rings was a severe crime in the wizarding world both becauses they were valuable om their own and because they were symbols of power. She lowered the wards surrounding the room. Harry smirked and walked through the broad door.


“Hello Remus.” He purred.




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A/N, i know it's short, but i'm in the middle of my exams. i've stopped posting on any other sites, until im finished with this story! hope you liked the chapter. Fenrir will be back soon, an dhe won't be in a good mood. *grinns*