Death's Son (Originally done by Little.Miss.Xanda)

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The day started like any other day. He woke up, got ready for the day ahead, sorted through his correspondence and did his best to incinerate the ones from people that he would rather ignore than pretend that he in any way, cared about what they had to say. He sighed, thinking for the Nth time that he was far too old for this game and went down to have breakfast. If there was anything that put him in a better mood, it was seeing all his children, because they were his children, from the moment they stepped through those majestic doors until the moment they left. Even if a few of them strayed a little, he never stopped caring about them.

Still, that morning, in particular, he felt slightly uneasy when he stepped through the door. He could feel gleeful magic filling the air and in any other circumstance he would have ignored it, it wouldn't be the first time that a student had been overwhelmed by their emotions and their magic reflected it. However, this time the glee was shadowed by malice so strong that it made a shiver run down his spine. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so much malice, especially at Hogwarts.

It filled him with dread, he just knew that something would happen, something bad. However, not knowing where the feeling was coming from, there wasn't much that he could do. He sat down and started his breakfast, his magic doing its best to pinpoint his source of uneasiness.

By the time the owls arrived with the post, he had almost forgotten the uneasy feeling, since most of the other students were drowning the other magic, however, as soon as the post owls entered the Great Hall, there was a sudden spike in the magic. The potency of it making it almost impossible for him to separate it from his own emotions.

His dread increased and he was almost afraid to see what was in the paper, he just knew that it couldn't be anything good. When he heard Minerva's soft gasp and Filius's alarmed squeak, he couldn't help but look.

"Dear Merlin," he whispered, not really aware that he had done it. When he saw the headline, all color drained from his face. How could this have happened? How couldn't he have seen that something like this would happen? Was this Tom's first move? Why hadn't he called Severus?

His eyes sharpened and his head snapped up when he felt that malicious intent spike.

Voldemort was back. Voldemort had taken his first step, and someone in Hogwarts knew about it.

Sirius was having a wonderful morning. The sun was shining, he was sleeping in a comfortable bed, and most of all, he wasn't locked up in Azkaban. What else could a person ask for? Life couldn't be better.

Well, if one wanted to be technical about it, it could always be better. Hell, he was sure it would be better if his beloved godson wasn't consorting with a homicidal maniac. But all in all, life was good.

All those happy and somewhat mellow feelings lasted until he saw the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Those happy, mellow feelings? Yeah, they flew right out the window.

The news about the Azkaban breakout spread like an out of control Fiendfyre. Panic spread just as fast and people feared going out of their homes.

The Minister wanted nothing more than to pretend that everything was fine. SO, ignoring the fact that it would require someone of incredible power to be able to break the Azkaban wards the way they had been broken, Fudge blamed the breakout on Sirius Black and assured the Wizarding populace that everything was under control and that the escapees were already being tracked.

Harry couldn't help but sneer at the copy of the Daily Prophet that had been delivered later the same day. He didn't know if he should be disappointed or not that Fudge was so predictable. On one hand, it would make life easier for them, on the other hand, it was just so disappointing to have such incompetent leaders. It truly would be better for everyone when Tom finally took control of the Wizarding World. At least they would get rid of the incompetence. That could only be a good thing, right?