NIKLAS
I knew I was dreaming. I was dreaming about the day I found Sirius in my room. I dreaded that day.
Damn. I hated Sirius so much at this moment.
“Where is the ring?” Sirius asked, a cold expression on his face. “We don't have all day. Get that mouth running.”
Not another person wanting that ring. What was going on?
I sank into the couch. “What ring?”
“I don't like it when people play dumb around me. It irks me and you don't want to do that to me, now, do you?” He took in a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Okay, let's play dumb then. Your father must have given you a ring when he died. I need it and I need it now.”
Why do they all want this ring? What were they seeing that I was hopelessly blind to?
“I don't have it anymore, Sirius.”
Without looking at me, he said, “Go get
