Chapter 50.2- Doom Days

Comments about my possible instability being caused by my mother’s muggle blood had had him spitting fore for days. I’d had to convince him it truly wasn’t worth it to go give Barnabas Cuffe a piece of his mind to make him more considerate of use what he allowed to be posted on his paper. It truly hadn’t been worth it. Maybe I could ignore it because I didn’t care all that much about Harry’s parents and saw insults them as just another thing to be ignored. Rather than confronted. Maybe it was because I thought they were all genuinely stupid and not worth my time. A lion converts itself not with the mewling of sheep.

And have no doubts, the British people were sheep. When Voldemot’s return was confirmed— and it would most assuredly be— they would be back asking for me tl save them again, Thinking about it this way made it easier to see why Dumbledore did not seem to care all that much. He probably had over a century of experience with this. The people will revile you until they need you and then they will return like nothing ever happened.

Besides all that though, we had better things to work on. I’d mentioned the need for an agent for the duelling tournament in Broekzele and Sirius had somehow gotten it into his head that he would be that agent and would handle everything we needed for the trip. Of course, who was I to stop I’m from ploughing on ahead when he was fully ready to spend his own money on it. The money I had set aside would probably end up being spent on some dueling robes and boots, but that was still a worthwhile investment. Speaking of…

“Heading down to Broekzele now?” I asked.

“Yup” He said, popping the P.

“I found an agent that is going to show me some of the better properties they have for rent. Can’t have my godson staying anywhere but the best, Can I? What about you? What are you going to do today?”

“Working on my new shield spell” I said. I’d taken Dumbledore’s advice and gone fully in on runes so most of my training now consisted of retraining myself to use some common spells runicaly. None of the had worked yet, but I could tell there was something in the shield spell that I was missing and that once it came together, everything would click just like it was supposed to.

“Okay then. There’s food in the pantry if you want anything and if you need me, just shout me on the mirror, and I’ll be right back” He said.

“Get going, Sirius. I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself” I pressed. He just leaned over, and attempted to ruffle my hair. The scent shining jinx. Had him snatching his hand back like a burned toddler, cradling it to his chest, even as it began to welt.