Return at Once

"What is it, Dumbledore? You sent Fawkes to find me and said it was important—"

The moment he stepped out of the flames carried by Fawkes, Sirius called out loudly.

"Thank goodness, there's finally something I can help with. You know, at the Ministry I'm completely... Well. You three?!"

When he saw Harry in the office, Sirius's face lit up. But then, seeming to misunderstand something, his eyebrows rose and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Got yourselves into trouble again?"

Harry's face darkened. Sirius was becoming less and less likable by the day, but before he could respond, Sirius had already grinned and strode over, pulling Harry into a fierce embrace. That made Harry swallow the words on his lips.

Sirius did not release him until Harry was nearly suffocating. Holding Harry by the shoulders, he inspected him carefully, smiled in satisfaction, and then vigorously ruffled Harry's hair before finally taking in the situation.

"So, who can tell me... Well, who are you?"

Everyone here was familiar to him, except for one person: Amelia. Sirius looked at the striking young girl, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Black. I'm Amelia Det, from MACUSA—"

Amelia had already recognized Sirius. When this man had escaped from Azkaban, the news had caused an enormous uproar. Quite a few British wizards had fled everywhere to avoid him, and some had gone to the United States, loudly spreading the story and condemning the Ministry of Magic for its incompetence.

Naturally, this had also aroused the curiosity of the American wizarding world. During that period, the New York Ghostly Times had constantly cited articles from The Daily Prophet, and the later developments of the matter had left people utterly stunned.

Believed to be the right-hand man of You-Know-Who, Sirius Black was