In Ancient Greek mythology, there was a Trojan prince named Paris. Three goddesses asked him to judge which of them should receive the Golden Apple offered by the goddess of discord.
For Paris, who had been born a prince, power could wait until he inherited it, and he could embark on the path of a hero later. Only love was not something one encountered every day.
For Sirius Black, even love was not so scarce. It was friendship that he found truly precious.
"Do you know what they asked me to do?"
On the lawn overlooking the Quidditch Pitch, Sirius basked in the sun as he loudly spoke to Pomona and James.
"They told me to hide, as if I were some shameful House-elf. Oh, no, I'm not even as good as our House-elf. He's allowed to entertain guests."
"You could ask them for some clothes," James said with a cheeky grin.
Pomona shook her head.
During the summer break, the Dark Lord had visited the Black family. After that, just as Sirius had said before, he was sent back to his room. But he had not actually stayed home; he had run off to have fun instead.
"I wish a set of clothes could buy me freedom," Sirius sneered. "That way, everyone would get what they wanted."
The subject was no longer funny. Just then, James abruptly stood up.
"I'll go check out the pitch and see how the new players are settling in," James said as he backed away.
Sirius waved at James, who then turned and left.
Pomona felt very nervous. Now she was alone with Sirius...
"This map can't display anything outside the castle," Sirius said, taking out the Marauder's Map. "Look."
Pomona stared at the blank, yellowed parchment.
"Even within the castle, you can't see