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Sirius Black SI Ch 11 Can I take it home? Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-01-15 13:58:41 +0000 UTCThere was a large magical forest that was undetectable by the muggles and had also been mostly left alone by the magical, due to that the magical plants and magical creatures here had been mostly untouched, which made them quite a rarity, and in the middle of this forest there was a simple two-story that seem to pop out of nowhere but still seemed to blend into the surroundings smoothly.
The house was surrounded on all sides by huge trees and seemed to be hidden in shadow that made it invisible from above, but ample sunlight still somehow managed to reach it somehow through the canopy of dense branches filled with different colored leaves as if they were deliberately making way for the light.
The immediate vicinity of the house was occupied by a wide variety of rare magical plants, that seemed to be straight out of a herbologist's wet dream, and while the plants and trees appeared to be harmless at first glance, didn't look any different from their brethren in this huge forest.
But if someone took them to be harmless, then they would be in for a rude awakening because despite their deceiving appearance most of them were very dangerous. The smaller varieties were mostly poisonous, and while most of them would just knock you out, some were a bit more lethal.
And while the bigger ones were not poisonous, they are still quite hazardous to your health as they were prone to reacting violently and making use of their thick vines and branches liberally on anyone that they consider an intruder.
And even if you somehow managed to pass through the magical plants harmlessly, the second you do so you would be entering the domain of the wards, and if you let yourself be caught in them, then the only thing you could do to save yourself would be to pray to your god hope that someone strong would come and rescue you.
Because unless you were in the class of the likes of Dumbledore, Voldermort, and Grindelwald, you would never be able to escape them safely, and even if you don't use the brute force method of power and instead relied on skillfully breaking, you would still require the assistance of a team full of goblins and curse breaker to even have the minute chance at successfully cracking the wards.
And the reason for that was not because the wards were really heavy like the ones at Hogwarts or around some of the Ancient noble houses, where the magic of wards had seeped deep into the stones making those places almost impenetrable from outside.
Instead, the wards around this house were dangerous because they were some of the trickiest and nastiest wards anyone could ever encounter. They were the kind that would lull you into a false sense of safety before attacking you when you expect the least. The second you think you have cracked one of the wards, two more would pop up making you think as if the more you solve them the harder it becomes, ultimately ending with your spirit broken.
Suffice it to say, the owner of the house was not one of those social butterflies and had instead gone to a great length to make sure that they would not be disturbed at their home by unwanted visitors.
The living room of the house was located on the ground floor and was decorated with the usual things that you would find in a magical household like a fireplace with a pot stuck to its side, a Bookshelf filled with books old and new, a couple of sofas that were charmed to more comfortable than they seemed.
Now, except for the normal stuff, there was also some really unusual stuff that you would expect to find in Burgin and Burke's instead of a living room, like a mummy's hand preserved inside a case, or a multicolored vase that was clearly not made in this millennia, or a necklace hung on the wall which, any competent wizard could feel from feet away, was cursed more than a dozen times.
The woman who owned all this, Beth Breaker, was sitting comfortably on the sofa while reading about ancient curses in an old book that was tearing at its seams. She was blonde-haired and had blue eyes, and while time had left its mark on her it would be evident to anyone at first glance that she must have been a heartbreaker in her younger years.
Her ocean-blue eyes were filled with wisdom and her stern facial features lacked any laugh lines which made her capable of a glare that McGonagall would be proud of.
She took a glance toward the grandfather clock hung on the mantle above the fireplace and after finding that there was still some time before her appointment, leaned back on the sofa with some annoyance while cursing the bearded old man because of whom she was saddled with this unwanted job.
