@iinsolens liked this for a starter (Draco and Sirius)
So this little tosser was his cousin--or rather, second cousin once removed. Or perhaps--well it didn’t matter. They were family because they had no choice, and though Sirius had never hated the boy’s mother quite the same way he despised Bellatrix (it was hard, really, to hate anyone else that much--except of course his own mother), he had no desire to ever see Narcissa again. Not that she was here now--it was two large boys (what had Harry told him they were called? Crabbe and Goyle? More children of former death eaters, not that he was surprised) who flanked him now, not his doting mother. But her son looked like her--a painted copy of his father, certainly, but a hint of his mother’s softness too, the parts of her that might not have been so terrible if Sirius didn’t know better. If he hadn’t heard all about the boy from Harry and just how much they hated each other.
Sirius leaned against one of the pillars of the Great Hall, his arms crossed over his chest and though he had refrained from glaring, his expression was not particularly cheerful, either. The last time he had been in this castle, he had been straight out of Azkaban, mad--well, madder than he was now--and so desperate to find Peter, he had not had time to stop and worry over the way the world saw him, over how much they feared and despised him. Now, cleared of all charges after Peter had been caught and the true story revealed, Sirius was free to walk around as he pleased, and as Harry’s guardian, he had come to support him in the last task of the Triwizard Tournament, as the families of all the champions had been invited to Hogwarts.
But that hadn’t stopped the stares. Hadn’t stopped the older students leading the younger ones away when they caught sight of him, their faces going pale, eyes wide. Once you were made the ghost in the night--the world’s most famous mass murderer--it was a hard title to shake. That, and slashing the Fat Lady’s portrait had not exactly been his shining moment.
“Draco, isn’t it?” he asked.
