HP: In The Magical World As a An Extra [ Chapter 124 ]

Much like his Animagus form he looked very thin and gaunt, his skin was pale where it wasn't covered in dirt or grime, his rag like robes were thin and filthy, his hair long and matted and his eyes sunken as he crouched down into the far corner of his cell listening.

The other inmates seemed to quieten as they noticed the sounds as well, apparently curious as well, but that soon changed as the yells picked up again full of more anger and hate this time as they usually did when guards came by.

They were so numerous that Sirius could barely make any of the yelling out it was all just a wall of noise that drowned out the footsteps entirely.

So Sirius jumped slightly when he heard the lock in his door begin to turn and the heavy door was pulled open.

Light filled the room and he was momentarily blinded by the bright light and had to turn away from it to shield his eyes until he could see once again but when he could he turned back to the door and felt his eyes widen at the sight of someone that he hadn't seen in years.

"Mad eye, is that you, is it just me or has your mug gotten even more gruesome since the last time I saw you." Sirius coughed out, not having used his voice in so long, there wasn't really any need to here.

Moody for his part just stood there, his good eye fixed on Sirius wide with shock as he took in his form, while his magical eye was twitching and spinning like it was having a fit in its socket.

"Yer one to talk," he said back after a moment before jerking his head, "come on, I'm getting ya outta here" he grunted.

Sirius blinked at that, "what's going on Moody," he asked and before he could continue Moody spoke up.

"Yer finally getting yer trial is what," Moody commented, "unless ya wanna rot in here with this filth."

Sirius stumbled to the door not having had much reason, nor room, to do much walking but hearing that he didn't want to stay there a moment longer, who in their right mind would.

As Moody closed the door to his cell Sirius looked to him warily, "why now Moody, why after all this time is the ministry giving me a trial?"

Moody grunted, "you have that nephew of yours to thank for that, him and Andromeda found the rat and Amelia got him to confess to being the Potter's real secret keeper."

Sirius's eyes glinted the second he heard that they had found the rat and a crazed look came into his eye but it immediately vanished as he registered Moody's other words, "Nephew?"

Moody gave a bark of laughter at his response, "Aye, surprised the lot of us too, those of us who knew your brother anyway, kid was raised in the muggle world as an orphan after his ma died giving birth to him, but ever since he came back to the magical world he's been turning people on their heads." He said as he began to recount some of the things Magnus had been doing that were public knowledge.

Sirius's eyes were wide as he heard about the nephew he never knew he had, the very same one who had apparently suspected his own innocents and had gotten him a trial.

He did not know what to think about that, especially after hearing about how he was the new heir Black.

Despite his disinterest in the lessons his family had given him growing up, but he still remembered some of the things from those lessons, one being that the only way for a child born out of wedlock to be made the heir of the family would be with the blessing of the previous lord Black's portrait.

He knew his parents, or at least he thought he did. Blood purists both of them, and dark and twisted as they came, his mother the worst of the pair.

So, the fact that his father apparently approved of his nephew and the fact that he apparently came to his aid just didn't line up in his mind.

Nor did the other deeds that he was hearing he had done.

Taking on a Malfoy, Narcissa's kid at that, didn't really shock him, if the kid was as bad as his father he likely ran his mouth and his Nephew likely didn't take it laying down.

But hearing how he was supposedly aiming to restore House Black's prestige and reputation just confused him even more.

He never paid attention to such things growing up, he never wanted anything to do with the backwards ways of the other purebloods especially when those ways tried to control what direction his life would go and who he could befriend all because of house values which were just as twisted.

Sirius figured that his nephew likely had some ulterior motive for getting him out, something he wasn't seeing, and at first he decided to just play along if it meant he could get out of there.

What was important was for him to get to Harry after all, to do what he should have done before and look after his god son.

But hearing how his Nephew had apparently verbally tore Fudge and this Umbridge woman a new pair of arseholes, and how Moody spoke of him made Sirius decide to at least give him a chance, he was his nephew after all.

Thinking of that Sirius couldn't help but frown, he had cared for Regulus, his younger brother. It had torn him up inside when he had left him behind when he ran way to the Potters when he was sixteen.

His parents' influence had turned him to the death eaters to gain their approval, something he never thought would have happened because Regulus always had their approval growing up while he never did.

No, he would give his Nephew a chance and he would see to getting him away from his parents influence.

He had failed his little brother once, he would not do so a second time by letting his son be corrupted by them as well.