I Never Mistreat Those Willing to Follow Me

"Sirius..." Harry Potter looked dejected. "We've learned so much Dark Magic. Are we going to become Evil Dark Wizards?"

The three of them had not gone wandering at night today. In fact, they had not been in the mood for "adventures" for several days.

Hermione seemed to have lost her usual sharpness. For several days in a row, she had looked distracted, and Harry could always see an inexplicable, adult-like complexity in her young face.

Ron was always on the verge of saying something but stopping himself. He was not talented at Charms and had not actually learned much from that evil Grindelwald, but at this moment, he did not know how to talk to Harry either.

After agonizing over it for several days, the friends had finally discussed it over a meal and decided to ask an adult.

Harry had suggested finding Professor Dumbledore, "the greatest wizard of the century." That wise old man should be able to offer them some direction in life.

But Hermione did not seem to want them to go to Dumbledore. She could always come up with countless reasons to persuade them otherwise.

It was Ron who suggested Sirius.

After all, not only was he a professor at the school, he was also Harry's godfather. He surely would not expel them just because they had learned from Grindelwald and picked up so much Dark Magic.

Sirius smiled warmly. This mature man seemed to have been through a great deal, carrying a steady charm most people lacked.

He had the three children sit properly, made each of them a mug of hot cocoa, and watched them drink it before contentedly raising the temperature of the flames in the fireplace.

"Learning Dark Magic does not make you a dark wizard." Sirius wore a brown suede jacket