Chapter 59.2- Doom Days

For one, Harry laughed a lot more than Reggie ever did. Speaking of Harry’s laughter, he heard the sound again and turned to the side, finding him standing next to the boy that had been his opponent in the Quarter finals— Angel Cerulean or something like that. It had been a good duel, but Sirius’ prediction that nobody here would be able to push Harry all that far was holding true. Harry was just one of those wizards. The kind that existed once in a generation and came to receive the same treatment as gods with time.

Wizsrds like Dumbledore and Voldemort who could reshape landscapes with a thought and use magic that the rest of the world thought was impossible with ease. That was the kind of wizard Harry was. It was the only way the things Sirius had seen made sense. That Patronus charm that had chased off over a hundred dementors should have been the first sign. Thirteen year olds didn’t just master and perfect spells that caused half the dropouts in the final year of the Auror program. They didn’t just master spells like that, and then use them with more power than anyone Sirius had ever seen. Driving off a single dementor was supposed to diminish the patronus.

Over a hundred with a single patronus should have been impossible. And then after that he’d killed a hellhound, and then won the triwizard tournament, and no could duel a full grown wizard like Sirius and win more often than not. Sirius had even had to enroll himself in training so as to prevent the gap between he and Harry from growing too quickly.

He took another sip from his glass and began walking over to Harry to find out what was making him laugh so heartily.

“Mr. Black” It took him a second to realise he was the one being referred to. It made him feel like he was back in Hogwarts again, being called Mr. Black. It reminded him of McGonagall, pranks long performed, and halcyon days with friends who were closer than family. He missed those days.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite get that” He apologized when he realised that the man who had stopped him— the head organizer of this whole thing— had been saying something while he’d been thinking back to the worst prank he ever got caught in the middle of and who exactly had caught him.

“No problem. Like I said, I’m Julian Russo.” The man stretched out a hand.

“Sirius Black, but I am sure you already knew that” He said, accepting the hand somewhat hesitantly. The man had a surprisingly firm shake.

“Yes, yes I do. I’ve been trying to get to speak with you all night, but I’ve found myself besieged for my attention, unfortunately.” He said, and Sirius flashed back to seeing the man in the middle of a dozen admiring diplomats at the beginning of the dinner.

“Well, you deserve it. You’ve designed one hell of a tournament”

“Thank you. Thank you. But I was simply doing my duty. The ministry asked, and I could not disappoint. Back to the tournament though, do you expect your godson to make it all the way through”

“I do. Harry is one hell of a duelist”

“Yes he is. Easily one of the best I’ve ever seen at one of these things. This is the strongest contestant pool we’ve had in a long time and your godson doesn’t seem to be having all that much trouble.