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Horndog of Hogwarts 17: The Yearly Ritual
🕑 Added 2024-06-11 13:30:02 +0000 UTCLong gone the dreams of his death, not the new words from that mysterious oracle stormed inside Sirius' head. Days went by as he tried to find meaning in them, and just a month after Draco's birth and Sirius' 'fortunate' meeting with Narcissa, Sirius had to come out of his hunt.
On the last day of July, a boy was born in a modest home at Godric's Hollow. Lily Potter gave birth to Harry James Potter, ushering the small family into a flurry of delights.
However, Sirius refused to go and meet them in person, afraid that he'd end up breaking his promise to Lily. What had happened in the past, he hoped to leave it there. James was still his friend, and he didn't have the heart to be that evil to him.
But he still decided to send some gifts for Harry Potter. He couldn't be there at the birth, but James had still named him as godfather with Lily's agreement.
'Brooms?' Sirius wondered what to gift. He had no idea what newborn children would even like. So, he headed straight to the woman who he knew had the most experience raising children—Molly Weasley.
However, to Sirius' amusement, the woman held yet another newborn in her arms, born in May, which meant he'd be in the same generation as Harry.
"Congratulations?" Sirius amusedly said, taking a seat on the couch in the sitting area. The Burrow, as the home of the Weasleys was called, still looked dilapidated from the outside, but inside it was far more homely and renovated, all thanks to Sirius' help over the years.
"I know, I know. No need to look at me like that." Molly chuckled, her body was ripe and full, her face aging but not yet past her charming days. "Blame Arthur. He wants a daughter, and won't stop unless he has one."
Sirius chuckled, sipping some tea. "The Ministry should honestly reward you two for single-handedly repopulating wizarding Britain."
"Hah." Molly chuckled and sat beside him, close enough that her fleshy wide hips squeezed against his side. "So, what brings you here today? Is it to… continue the tradition?"
Sirius coughed, immediately understanding what she meant. For the last three years, every time Molly had given birth, he had shagged her a month or two later. It was like an unspoken ritual between them at this point.
She's not bad… yet. Sirius checked her out. She had definitely gained size, but it wasn't unsightly. Her frame just seemed overall a notch larger, with her breasts even more voluptuous. He couldn't see much in that loose maternity gown, but he could imagine plenty.
Wouldn't mind tasting her again… Ah, wait, am I turning into a weird pervert? I did it with Narcissa too.
"Ehm… Well…" Sirius cleared his throat. "Maybe later, but I came to ask you what I should gift Lily and James. They just had a son, and I'm clueless about what a newborn would even like."
"I assure you, Sirius. No matter what you'd give, a newborn's only cherished treasure is his mother's tits," Molly jokingly replied.
Sirius almost sprayed the tea when he heard her. Molly was growing more and more frank as the time went by. She used to be far more conservative the first time he had met her back then.
"Not just newborn, I assure you," Sirius replied, gazing at her sizable globes like a hungry wolf, or in his case dog.
"Oh?" Molly giggled, sizing up Sirius like he was a delicious candy bar. The man may not be broad and muscled, but he had his charms with those black shoulder-length hair, tattoos all over, stubble beard, black jacket, and pants. He looked like someone's hidden desire, something taboo.
"Uwaaaa!"
"Ah, don't cry, Ron. Look, Sirius is here." Molly quickly started swaying the baby in her arms to stop his cry. "This won't do. Follow me upstairs, Sirius."
"Sure." Sirius got up and followed Molly behind. He was certain her hips were shaking more than ever before, her gown was raised from behind, showcasing her curves. She's doing it on purpose.
Soon, Molly pushed open the door and entered a bedroom. It was sizable with a study table at one end, a king-sized bed between two windows, and a large cupboard. Not far from the bed's edge was a cradle.
Is it her and Arthur's room? He was sure this was the place.
"Where is everyone?" Sirius inquired.
"Arthur took them out for a car ride. They were being too loud," Molly replied and sat down at the edge of the bed, Ron still in her arms. Then, she shifted backward and rested against the headboard of the bed, her legs straight. "Don't mind me, please. He's hungry."
Without hesitation, Molly untied her maternity gown from around her bosom and flipped it all open. Both her jutting, large breasts plopped out, jiggling naked to Sirius' eyes. Lush, round, not at all sagging, they were beautiful, the largest ever Sirius had seen.
"Here, love." Molly aimed the baby's mouth at her tight, perky brown nipple, swollen as if ready to sprinkle some nectar. "Hmm…"
Sirius just stood there in awe of Molly's seductive shamelessness. Dammit, even I feel hungry now.
Molly suddenly looked at him, a smirk formed on her lips, and her brown eyes matched his. "See, this is what a baby wants the most. Perhaps you should give his parents something instead. While I'm sure the Potters don't lack gold, anything you'd give counts."
"Such as?" Sirius inquired, staring at her other free breast, round and shaking as if calling for him.
"Hmm, a cradle? Diapers? Anything that may help raise a child? Let me tell you, handling the firstborn is always the hardest. Everything is new." Molly advised and finished feeding the newborn. With the baby asleep, she quickly put him in the cradle and then returned to her bed.
Her back rested against the headboard, her legs straight. She didn't cover her breasts with her gown anymore and merely looked at Sirius with a sensual smirk. "Hungry?"
Bloody hell. Sirius took off his jacket, slid his heels off his boots, and crawled onto the bed. "Very."
Sirius didn't care that she wasn't some renowned beauty. Her body was still one fine piece of art, and being able to cherish it was a blessing. As he got closer to her, he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, and then unbuttoned his shirt but didn't remove it.
"Ummmph!" Molly moaned as Sirius' claws grasped both her sensitive swells with hunger, squeezing them until his fingers sank into her flesh, and her pebbled tips began leaking.
"Merlin's fuck!" Sirius cursed, the softness of her breasts was otherworldly. It awakened a hungry beast inside him and he couldn't help but slam his face into her cleavage, folding and squeezing her breasts around his face.
"Aaaah… Yes~" Molly glistened her lips with her tongue and threw her head back, loving the attention from the man. Her legs spread wide with his weight in between, she couldn't help getting hot.
Sirius finally pulled his face away, as the scent of her feminine nectar was too strong that close. He gulped and inched his lips closer to her nipples. "Fertile, fleshy, homely, and… lecherous—You're the perfect witch wife, Molly… Um…"
Sirius sealed the deal by locking his lips on her breast, sucking her hard as if his life depended on it. Playfully, he bit her with his teeth, thrilling her to arousal, all the while drawing her sweet, sweet nectar.
Fucking hell! I'm so hard. Sirius felt his cock straining in his underwear. So he freed it quickly using one hand, lowering it and removing it from his feet.
"Aaaah!" Molly gasped when Sirius abruptly held her sides and slid her down on the bed to lie straight. Right after, the hungry Lord Black slammed his naked cock between her legs, grounding himself on her still-covered entrance.
All the while, his mouth never stopped giving his utmost attention to her heavenly breasts, alternating between them to suckle them dry. So hot, so wet, and so taboo, both of them couldn't help but feel the excitement.
Panting, Molly wanted more and quick. With her free hand, she untied the second knot of her maternity gown, loosening it. That was the cue for Sirius as he quickly spread her gown open, leaving her entire front naked.
Yet, there were also her panties. But they didn't last long as Sirius hurriedly lowered them, with his own feet, removing them all the way.
"Ohhh… Yes~ Put it in, Sirius! Put it in!" Molly felt his heated cock on her dripping pussy. She knew she no longer was tight for a man like Sirius, but just feeling him inside was enough for her pleasure.
"Hmm…" Sirius stopped suckling her breasts and spread his knees further under her hips, grounding his cock in long strokes. Leaning forward, he made Molly's back arch, hips raised up, both her legs dangling above his shoulders on the sides—Mating press; Sirius remembered the position was called from the book he read.
But somewhere in his heart, he felt doubt and looked around at the room, and at the bed. It was Molly's marital bed. "Are you sure?"
"Oh!" Hungry for a cock inside, Molly scoffed. "Arthur only knows how to breed. I've only had sex with him four times in the past four years! He doesn’t know how to—aaaaah!"
Sirius had enough and drove straight in with a plowing thrust, spreading Molly's pussy apart. Not tight to his liking, but his sizable cock ensured he still felt her clamping walls.
"Fuck!" Molly cried out. Was it the continuation of her words, or an exclamation? It didn't matter.
"Ugh!" Sirius leaned down further, resting his palms beside Molly's face as he vertically drove down his cock, plowing into her. Her back arched further, both her knees now squeezed her wondrous breasts together, jolting wildly with each plunging thrust.
"So you… Want a… good fuck?!"
"Yes, yes, yesss~" Molly gasped, panted, feeling herself stretched in ways she didn't know was possible. The sensitivity all over her skin increased, and her pale skin turned ripe red. Her cunt longed for each shove of his manly cock, each kiss he made to her cervix was a welcome plunder. "Ooooh~ G-Go-oh all the way… All of it!"
Sirius did just that. Unlike most other women, he had no feelings of romance or care for Molly. His only relationship with her was that of sexual pleasure, and that was exactly what he drew from her.
Plap! Plap!
His cock, balls deep, squeezed in every inch that it could. In no time Molly came, her eyes went wide, and her hot release coated his cock even more, filling the house in nasty squelches and the musky scent of their beastly sex.
"I'm close," Sirius warned. He never planned on doing Molly when he came to the Burrow anyway, nor was he planning on staying there for long. There were plenty of Death Eaters to kill.
Right in that mating press, Sirius started to pump in and out with his full length. Retreating to the tip and diving back in until his balls slapped against her ass below. The wondrous sensations, the thrill of it all drove him to the edge.
He looked down at Molly's flustered face, her soaking breasts jiggling for him to take. Her creamy thick legs pressed up tightly.
"Ooooh, mmm… Go ahead… Yess~" Molly struggled with each thrust.
"Aah!" Sirius slammed his cock with an insane thrust, jolting her entire body up. His cock rammed all the way in, his balls twitched with the blissful release that sprinkled out strands of his own white nectar.
Finally, he relaxed and let both her legs fall back down. However, his cock still rested squeezed in, twitching to the last moment of that release. But Sirius fell forward and groped her breasts again, quenching his exhaustion with her nectar, coating his dry lips.
"Hmmmm… This!" Molly moaned still, letting out a delayed climax, clenching her inner, rosy walls tight around his still-hard cock. "This is what I wanted!"
Sirius hummed, busy with her breasts, both of them cupped between his palms while Molly combed his raven hair between her fingers.
"I guess… I'll have to wait for the next one to have this again?" She asked.
Sirius finally pulled back his face, taking himself out of her dripping slit too. The bed sheet was ruined, no doubt. But they were wizards and nothing mattered. "I'll be busy hunting down the Death Eaters. But… You can hit me up whenever you want 'it'. If not the Ministry, then let this lowly Lord Black reward you."
"Heh…" Molly chuckled, still panting, unashamedly lying naked on the bed. Relaxed, wet between her legs, coated with her milk all over her front. This dirty and hot sensation, she longed for it. "I'll remember that, Sirius."
Finally, Sirius got off the bed and donned his clothes again.
Molly didn't move, however, and rested in the bed.
"I'll be on my way then." Sirius approached her and gave her full, leaking breasts a few fondles. "I'll miss them."
"The door's always open," she cheekily replied.
"Tempted," Sirius remarked and moved to the door. "Take care."
Snap!
Sirius vanished with apparition and arrived in London. Specifically, he was looking for a shop that sold things for newborns. It wasn't easy to find since his knowledge about the muggle world was limited to a few bars, nightclubs, hotels, and restaurants.
Still, after asking around and charming a few mothers walking with strollers, he reached the massive shopping complex. Being the only man there, he felt too many gazes on him. It appeared Molly wasn't the only one who had an unsatisfied life.
"Give me a year's supply of this, this, and these," Sirius ordered one of the shop clerks.
"..."
"H-How much?"
"Year's worth," Sirius replied. "Oh, make two packages. So, two years."
The clerk started to sweat, sizing up Sirius with confusion and suspicion. They didn't even have that much in stock. However, who was he to say no and mobilized all of the staff to grab all they could from the showcase and the storage.
By the end of the day, Sirius had two truckloads of diapers and other supplies. They had long expiry dates, so he knew he didn't foolishly waste it.
Right after he had all the things delivered to his house, he called the folks from Owl Post Office. He didn't even know if using owls to send all that was possible. In the end, the postal service decided to send the stuff in batches using multiple owls.
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Potter home, Goldric's Hollow.
Bam!
It was five in the morning and all of a sudden a loud thud resounded outside the house. James Potter got up with his wand at the ready and looked outside.
"Owls?!"
Bam!
Right then another group of owls landed with a massive package.
Bam!
Bam!
Soon, the huge packages started raining down. Lily woke up too and looked outside with confusion.
"That bastard!" James grunted. "There's only one crazy bastard I know who'd do this."
"Sirius?" Even Lily guessed it.
There was only one crazy bastard they both knew, after all. Who the hell goes around hunting the damn Death Eaters like rats? The entire Wizarding Britain had nicknamed Sirius a crazy bastard.
"When will it stop?!" James asked as the rain continued for more than ten minutes with no sign of stopping.
Bam!
Bam!
Simple to say, the couple had no sleep beyond that point. The sun rose in the sky and yet the damn packages continued to land. Heck, even as they ate morning breakfast they heard the loud thuds.
Soon, they found their entire house surrounded by those packages. By the end, both James and Lily had prepared letters with a thousand curses ready to be sent.
Just after the packages stopped dropping, a letter fell down from their house's chimney. Lily took it and opened it, but it started flying on its own—a howler, they recognized it.
"How was it? Did you like it? Your greatest, best, most beloved friend, Sirius Black has sent a year's supply for Harry. Take good care of him, feed him until he's a round fat chunky boy. I'm still busy hunting down those filthy Death Eaters, they hide even better than sewer rats. I'm sorry, I'll try to return very soon—Once again, Congratulations on becoming parents! I wish you good luck for a life of changing diapers—Bye~."
James and Lily tiredly looked at each other, then at the little bundle of joy resting in the cradle beside them. They just sighed, tore the letters they had written, and went to sleep. It was one chaotic morning, and somehow they found themselves dealing with not one but two babies.
Meanwhile, the scenes were almost similar but far more chaotic at the Burrow. The owls dropped a year's worth of supplies for Ron Weasley too. But the owls often mistakenly dropped the packages on Arthur's car, pounding its roof to a pulp.
It was like the end of the world with the Weasley family huddled in the hall and looking out of the window. When it all ended, they also received a howler. But Sirius was more dignified in this one and congratulated them for repopulating the wizarding Britain single-handedly.
With that, Sirius Black once again vanished into the shadows. His whereabouts were unknown, his disguises far too many. The only time he'd be mentioned again would be when a Death Eater's body was found.
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Somewhere on the Isle of Man.
"You thought you could hide from me?" Sirius stood in a standoff against none other than Rodolphus Lestrange, one of the core members of the Death Eaters. After tracking him for a year he finally located him in a small shack in the middle of nowhere.
Panting, bleeding from some places, Rodolphus couldn't defeat Sirius, even at the best of his abilities. "H-How are you still standing?! I struck you with the Killing Curse!"
"Oh, this?" Sirius chuckled, looking down at the gaping hole in his chest that was slowly being filled. "As you can see, I'm immortal."
"How?!"
Sirius scoffed. "As if I'd tell someone like you! You fucking sewer rat! Now just die and wait for your Dark Lord to join you soon—Aveda Ke—"
"I surrender!" Rodolphus shouted back, throwing his wand away. "Voldemort isn't even a pureblood!"
Sirius frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I meant what I said. Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle. My father attended Hogwarts with him. He's a half-blood!" Rodolphus revealed, his manner frightened. "H-He's powerful, that's why so many of us follow him. We fear him, his ambitions!"
Sirius lowered his wand and walked towards Rodolphus. "Who else knows about his origins?"
"I-I don't know. Dumbledore should definitely know!" Rodolphus answered as he fell to his knees, defeated. "I don't wish to serve him, Sirius Black. I-I'm willing to join you and make an Unbreakable Vow!"
Sirius sighed and stood an arm's length away from Rodolphus. But he didn't approach him further and raised his wand at Rodolphus' head. "You thought I wouldn’t know you're hiding a second wand? Avada Kedavra!"
Thud!
Rodolphus's body fell down face first, death came swiftly for him. Just as Sirius had guessed, he patted the man’s back and found another wand hidden there. A wand that he recognized easily. "Bella's wand?"
It angered him to see Bella's wand being taken away from her. In rage, he looked down at Rodolphus' body and with malice, turned him over.
Woosh!
An electrifying spell jolted the dead body a little. In that instant, Sirius struck him with another spell, creating a hole in his chest. With his very hands, he dug out Rodolphus' heart and placed it into a small jar that he then stored in an expansion pouch.
Ten already? Time to visit Tibet again. Sirius sighed and took out a small metal key from his pocket. Then, he threw it on Rodolphus' dead body.
Woosh!
With that, the dead body vanished and instantly reappeared a sea away in the holding cell of the Ministry of Magic. The key itself was assigned to Sirius by the Ministry as a Portkey, so no laws were broken.
Finally, on his own, he apparated away and arrived in Paris. The crowded city had enough underground portkey operators. So through them, he made the long, but quick journey to the East—Africa, India, and then entering Tibet.
Through the ancient enchanted caves, he made his way back inside. The huge opening with countless jars stacked against the walls, floor to ceiling, presented themselves. Although most of them lay empty, the full ones—more than five thousand—held hearts.
One after another, Sirius placed ten Death Eaters’ hearts he had recently pocketed. "And with this, ten more lives!"
Taking a deep breath, he stepped back a little and looked at the massive wall right before him. The cave was huge, and yet it looked even, like a hollow cube with soft and curvy edges. Each wall was at least fifty meters high, and fifty meters wide—each contained dozens of long racks with countless empty glass jars filled with unknown liquid.
And in front of Sirius was just one of those massive walls, and even there he hadn't filled one-tenth of the jars.
"How long will I live if I fill them all?" Sirius wondered, staring at the surroundings. It was frightening honestly. It wasn't just his age that had stopped, but also as a being, he had become unkillable.
At all times his body remained connected to that cave, to that complex of jars. Each time he died, his heart would explode and a new heart would appear in its place—a heart from the cave.
"How strong can I become with this?" Sirius wondered deeply, and chose to sit down. "Unless I choose to, I can never die… for thousands and thousands… for eternity."
At last, he looked down at his palms. At first, losing those hearts and his chest exploding used to hurt like a bitch. But now, he had gotten used to it and didn't even bother to protect himself against the Killing Curses.
"I… If Voldemort is a monster then… what am I?" He wondered. "Sage?"
No, he knew he was no sage. He held vices, lust, and desires that were immoral at times. He had hurt people dearly, wished to kill innocents, and laughed when his attempts were foiled.
He thought of Severus Snape. What would have happened if Snape had entered Shrieking Shack at that time and died?
Thud!
Sirius fell back on the stone floor. He had a treasure that nations would go to war to possess. Yet, here he was, wondering if he was worthy of it.
If this cave should even exist.
"Let's deal with Voldemort first." He decided. "Dumbledore has questions to answer and… Ah, Harry's already a year old. About time he meets his godfather."
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Jumping across continents, Sirius returned home. Still bloody from his battle with Rodolphus, he changed his attire at home and then quickly apparated to Godric's Hollow. He knew the street, so he strolled towards the Potter house.
"Wait!" Sirius soon found himself at the other edge of the village. "Where's the house?"
He turned around and walked back into the village. Walking around the street and even the alleyways, he couldn't find the darn thing. He knew the house was in that village, but no matter what he did he couldn't pinpoint it.
"This makes no sense! I sent them letters and gifts!" Sirius exclaimed, confused.
It was evening when he arrived, and he spent hours until midnight finding the house. Tired, he eventually stopped and understood something must have happened.
"Hidden? Could it be a Fidelius charm?" He pondered and decided to find the big boss himself. He had plenty of questions for him in any case.
Vanishing from the spot, he reached Hogwarts' gates and walked in normally. The school looked to be in a heightened state of security.
Did Voldemort make a move? Sirius wondered and walked into the school as if he owned it. Of course, he knew he was only able to do so because he was permitted to. Or else, even stepping beyond the gates would have alerted the whole school.
He headed straight to Dumbledore's office. To his surprise, he found the door already open and the old Headmaster sitting in his seat, waiting for him to enter.
"Where are they? Where are James and Lily?" Sirius questioned as soon as he entered the room.
"They are safe, Sirius. Take a seat," Dumbledore replied calmly.
But Sirius didn't sit. He didn't plan on having a long talk with him. "It's good that they're safe, but I want to know where they are. I’ll protect them if they’re in any danger."
"Even against Voldemort himself?" Dumbledore eyed him.
"No, not Voldemort." Sirius sneered instead. "Against Tom Riddle."
As if thunder had struck the room, leaving behind a moment of silence, Dumbledore froze right in his seat. His eyes widened at Sirius' revelation, or rather proclamation. "Rodolphus?"
"For how much longer were you planning on keeping this a secret? A half-blood masquerading as a pureblood and rallying those rats!" Sirius interrogated, his anger flaring up. "Your hands are soaked in the blood of every innocent they killed."
"Calm down, Sirius. Even if I had revealed it, they wouldn't have believed me. They’re fanatics, too loyal," Dumbledore argued.
Sirius was having none of it. Although calm outside, his words held discontent. "You could have revealed it right at the start when Voldemort began his rise. But you waited for him to consolidate his power. Now I wonder if you're a secret Death Eater too! Behind that benevolent face, there’s incompetence!"
"Young man, that's not how you speak to your Headmaster!"
Sirius looked behind at the wall and noticed a portrait of his ancestor, Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black. "Old man, stay out of this. If you had sorted out the Black Family, we wouldn't be on the brink of extinction."
"..." Phineas Nigellus Black shut up after that.
"I ask you again. Where are the Potters?" Sirius asked.
"I can't tell you," Dumbledore answered, looking away from Sirius' gaze. "The Fidelius charm restricts me from sharing it. Only the secret keeper can… Remus is the secret keeper."
"Where is he?" Sirius asked further.
Dumbledore shook his head at that. "I can’t share that. The matter has been taken care of, Sirius. By disrupting the process, you're putting the Potters in danger."
"What happened for them to need such security?" Sirius questioned and finally took a seat. "I hope you can enlighten me, Professor. That's the least you can do."
"A prophecy was made." Dumbledore started, "A prophecy about Harry Potter."
"Harry?!" Sirius frowned, his interest piqued.
"From what I and a select few have managed to decipher, the prophecy intimates that Harry will vanquish the Dark Lord—Born as the seventh month wanes—Born to those who have thrice defied him. There is a possibility that Voldemort may learn of this prophecy, or perhaps already knows. Hence, we have hidden the Potters for the time being." Dumbledore finished explaining and looked at Sirius dead in the eyes. "Remus went far North to protect the secret."
"Where in the North? I’ll go and ask him to share the secret location with me." Sirius got up to hurry away.
"Leave this be, Sirius." Dumbledore requested. "The matter has been taken care of. The Dark Lord, even if he knows the prophecy, will never go after the Potters."
Sirius's brows creased together. "What? What do you mean?"
"We’ve sent protection to the Longbottoms," Dumbledore answered.
Sirius just remembered that Alice Longbottom also had a son almost at the same time as Lily. He remembered because he was close to her and he had sent gifts.
"You're planning on using the Longbottoms as diversions?" Sirius felt like cursing the old man. "I never thought I'd ever see this side of you, Professor. You're willing to wait for a baby to vanquish the Dark Lord because of some prophecy instead of raising your own wand to fight?"
"We have sent Aurors to protect the Longbottoms."
"And paint a bigger mark on their heads?!" Sirius saw through all that humble look on Dumbledore's face. "You!... You failed for the second time in your life, Professor. Better resign than act all wise and competent."
Sirius moved to the door to leave and find the Longbottoms. But just as he was about to leave, he looked behind. "How do you even sleep at night? Pinning all your hopes on a baby?"
Sirius noticed the crumbs of lemon cake and an empty teacup on the table. "How do you even relax and eat? While I’m there dealing with them for what they are—cockroaches!"
Bam!
The door slammed shut with a loud bang. Silence took over the headmaster's office, not even the portraits could say anything. All of them old and supposedly wise, couldn't see fault in Dumbledore's ways. Prophecies could not be ignored, they all agreed.
But the part about letting an innocent family suffer for the greater good—none of them felt much pleased.
