Ok, yeah i don't own any of these characters or the story line, they belong to JK Rowling and Mario Puzo. Hope you enjoy the story
CHAPTER I
Arabella Figg read the note over and over again. It was getting more unpleasant evrytime she read it. She fiddled with it, twisting it in her long wrinkly fingers nervously. She was standing in her living room, unaware of the dreadful smell of cabbage as she was so accustomed to it. She was resigned, there was nothing else for it. The Don would help her.
Neville Longbottom sat silently in the rattling compartment of the Hogwarts express. Looking out of the window, he could see vast fields and a clear blue sky. It would be a while untill the train reached its destination. Neville had moved into an empty compartment, he couldn't think for all the chattering girls outside the compartment Harry Potter was in. He had thought long and hard all summer. The solution to his his problem could only be one thing, his Godfather.
The doctor ushered Victor Krum out of the room, insisting only two visitors were allowed at a time. Victor took a seat outside and looked down the long hospital corridor. The walls were a pastal greenand there were scattered wheelchairs near the far end. Victor glanced in at the room, there was his mother weeping, his father shaking with fury and emotion and his sister, his beautiful sister. She didn't look so beatiful anymore though. Her whole face was bandaged, the docor had told them that her jaw and nose were broken. Looking at her, made his eyes fill with tears so he looked away.
The bulgarian courts had not been sympathetic, as the two boys who did this to her sister had fathers with political influence, they had their sentence suspended.
'For justice,' thought Victor, 'I must go to Don Albus Dombledore'.
It was a sight to remember, the magnificent Great Hall shone under the giant glittering chandelier. Red rose petals were falling from the ceiling, but disappeared before reaching the surface as if there was an invisible sheild. Live bright blue butterflies fluttered everywhere. Where the staff table had been there was now a raised altar, the four house tables were gone, instead there was row upon row of seats facing the altar, arranged to leave a clear aisle in the middle.
The Don loved his daughter very much. She was his only child, his pride and honour. His daughter Dawn Dumbledore was young, only sixteen years old and looked even younger. She had her mothers dark hair but her fathers twinkling blue eyes. Her fiance was quite different with his silvery blond hair and cold grey eyes. It was the fact that this man was an alien to her fathers world, that had attracted Dawn to him at first. She was one for the rule breaking, as her father had never approved of her marrying Draco Malfoy, but had been obliged due to because of his love for his daughter.
The Don was a generous and humble man. He never forgot his old friends, which meant that the Don was widely known and had many friends.
Don Albus Dumbledore was an elderly man with a silver white beard, a crooked nose and twinkling blue eyes behind half moon spectacles. Although old, the Don was particularly healthy and handled his school well. He was the headmaster of the finest school in Britain, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Don was also a man to whom everybody came for help, and were never disappointed, he was a man of his word. The Don did not ask for much in return for any favour he granted, all that mattered was that the person came with their friendship and came personally. Although, more often than not, gifts were sent to the headmaster, perhaps a gallon of homemade ale or more appropriately, boxes decked with packets of sherbert lemon. It was also understood that the person was now in the headmasters debt and he could call upon them for a service at any time.
Now the Don stood with three men in a chamber that led to the great hall, observing all the guests arriving with interest. One man was very good looking and had dair hair and dark eyes that had a surprising warmth. This man was Sirius Black. One of the other two men was Remus Lupin. He was relatively tall with brown hair and a sick look about him. Non-the-less, he had a presense and held himself in a way that even Sirius' good looks could not muster. The fourth man in the room was very different from the others. He did not hold himself well, infact he did not hold himslef at all. Peter Pettigrew was a round mouse-like man who obeyed everything the Don said. He was merely a pawn though and would always remain that way, never a King. Remus Lupin acted as a bishop, sitting on the Kings right hand, knowing all of what the King himslef knew and advising the King on all important matters. Remus Lupin was the Don's consigliore, a counseler, an advisor. Sirius was somewhat like a knight, ordered by the King, even trusted somewhat, but there was only a limited number of spaces he could move.
People filed into the Great Hall. Remus Lupin could make out Xenophyillius Lovegood and his daughter wearing obsene coloured robes, Hogwarts students dressed smartly, Ludo Bagman; baby faced and reasonably large, all nine Weasleys and Victor Krum looking rather flustered and nervous. Krum was one of the people who was on the list to see the headmaster today. Remus Lupin studied him, he looked unhappy to be here but it seemed he had no choice, Remus Lupin knew that this would be an interesting meeting.
The Don turned to face Remus Lupin who was still looking around at the guests. The Don smiled, his consigliore was always observing everything. "Remus," He started, Remus Lupin looked at his boss immediately, "Who is first on the list to see me today?"
"Ms Arabella Figg," Remus Lupin said. "I had word with your wife earlier saying she had arrived and was asking for you".
"Well then, so it begins. Peter, bring Mrs Figg to my office". Peter left straight away. Soon after the Don left with his consigliore, leaving Sirius to enjoy himself as usual, with the young girls at the wedding.