HP: The Stealing Isn't That Bad! Is It?

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"SHUT UP!" Snape shouted. His mood did not improve with Sinistra's giggles.

He rounded on the senior auror and snarled, spittle flying out as he spoke. "First, it's your aurors coming into my home and insulting me. I suppose that's to be expected, with you, teaching them."

"I'm teaching them just fine." Moody grinned. "They're not really tolerant of those who have received the mark, so watch your tongue around my aurors. Wilkins wanted to curse your oily hair on fire."

"Back to the topic." Dumbledore ordered. He gave the witches and wizards around his office a disapproving look before he continued. "Because of this, the ministry has decided to send dementors to guard the school."

The headmaster held up his hand to silence the protests of the professors. "Naturally, I objected to Minister Fudge's proposal, but sadly my authority does not extend beyond the perimeter of the school grounds. Dementors will patrol beyond the grounds of Hogwarts."

"Director Bones was furious." Moody added. "She was more than willing to send a full complement of aurors, but Fudge ignored her."

"Tell Director Bones that I am grateful for her support, and that any aurors will be welcome inside the grounds, provided they do not interrupt our day to day activities."

Moody waved off his concern. "My aurors knows how to be discreet. And I think this will be a good opportunity for our trainees to gain experience."

"Albus, you said you were still looking for Remus to teach defense against the dark arts?" Minerva asked.

"The werewolf? Headmaster you can't be thinking to hire that man, especially now with his cohort Black on the loose!" Snape exclaimed. He had argued several times against the hiring of the werewolf, and he thought Dumbledore would pick another candidate and drop his insane idea. "He could very well allow him inside the castle!"

"Scared that he'll get you Snape?" Moody asked. The veteran auror looked back at Dumbledore and nodded. "Good choice to pick the werewolf. He would have been a good auror if it weren't for his condition. Knew his parents, decent and vigilant folks."

"Remus Lupin is a capable wizard, regardless of his condition." Dumbledore said. "Once I locate him that is. I have searched for his known whereabouts, but the man is proving to be harder to find."

Moody nodded, no doubt he approved of Lupin's ability to stay under the radar. "It will be also good for him to see James Potter's boy."

At the mention of Harry Potter, the mood around the office drastically changed. The professors seemed to realize that Sirius Black is coming to Hogwarts, not just to kill Snape, but perhaps to finish the job his master has failed to accomplish.

A burst of fire appeared high above Dumbledore's desk, and immediately Moody pointed a wand at the direction of the disturbance.

Fawkes appeared and circled the room, singing a short tune before it landed on Dumbledore's shoulder. The headmaster lightly stroked the phoenix's feathers, and lightly admonished his familiar. "You could have left a few lemon drops for me Fawkes. Do you know how hard it is to get them in muggle London?"

Fawkes merely let out a trill and flew to his golden perch and observed the various wizards and witches inside the office.

"Fawkes has decided to visit since he noticed that I have guests." Albus explained.

"Do you think he'll come here to get Harry Potter?" Minerva asked.

"It's the most likely conclusion." Dumbledore answered.

"And how is the Potter boy's situation in France?" Moody asked.

"Julian Delacour continues to deny my request to increase additional wards in his home." Dumbledore sighed. "I have resorted to using my political connections to get Harry Potter back, though it is proving difficult with France blocking my every move."

"And the recent article about Harry Potter's peaceful life in France isn't helping your cause, Headmaster." Minerva added.

"We should start training Potter to defend himself." Moody suggested as he rubbed his chin. "He could at least cast a decent stunning curse and a shield with enough training. I assume he's not lacking in power?"

"Not a squib like Longbottom." Snape answered. "But the Potter boy's seems to have no ambition in life."

"You looked into his mind!" Filius Flitwick looked angry at the thought of one his Ravens having their mind invaded without permission.

"I did no such thing." Snape sneered. "Those adept at the mind arts, once we mastered the art, develop a passive skill that scans the surface thoughts of those who meets our eyes for more than a glance. Those who have unorganized minds are easily read without effort. I saw Potter's surface thoughts while he just submitted a sample of his potion, and his thoughts were on food and what spot in Hogwarts is the best for his afternoon nap!"

The professors laughed at his statement, while Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"He's just like your phoenix, Headmaster. All thoughts on food and sleep! An airhead!" Snape declared.

Fawkes flapped his wings angrily and disappeared in a burst of fire, though no one noticed it as Flitwick answered to defend one of his Ravens. "Harry Potter may appear aloof at times, but he is a gifted wizard, I assure you!""He maybe a fair student, but have you really observed your Raven, Filius?" Snape asked. He was in a foul mood since early morning, and had been looking for someone to direct it to. "That boy has no ambition in life. He avoids the school rivalries, does not join extracurricular activities or clubs, and barely talks to anyone, even his roommates for two years. Something is wrong with him."

"It's as if you wish the boy was acting more like a Gryffindor, Severus." Minerva observed. "Frankly, I see nothing wrong with him. He had a terrible childhood after all, and he is just learning to adjust to the wizarding world. The poor boy..."

Moody sniffed a couple of times and his right eye immediately spotted faint swirls of smoke rising from Fawkes' pan under his perch. He was about to ask the reason for the smoke when the voice of Cornelius Fudge came out of the floo.

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