Severus Snape and Sirius Black sat across the table from one another, glaring at each other with such intensity that everyone

Severus Snape and Sirius Black sat across the table from one another, glaring at each other with such intensity that everyone in the room had backed up to a wall.

Severus had just announced his plans for the Dark Lords defeat when Sirius had rudely interrupted with earsplitting laughter. Since then, the two had fought it out until now. Each had run out of patience for the other and had whipped out there wands to duel when they were stopped by Molly Weasley.

"Honestly," she had chastised them, "You would think that you two were first years at Hogwarts, the way you're acting!" Molly had huffed and puffed until she decided that her efforts were worthless, so she had left. Which brought us to our current situation.

"If my plan is so 'inadequate' as you put it, what is your plan?" Severus growled.

"We attack him at his manor, on the 31st of July," Sirius started, "I've been training Harry, and he's ready, and he'll be even better on his birthday. Everyone knows that on your 17th birthday, the birthday on which you come of age, your magic and strength are at their highest peak! If we can get in there, Harry will be strong enough to defeat him and still have energy left to fight and capture the remaining death eaters."

Severus' mouth dropped open, and his eyes grew wide. "Are you serious, Black?" He asked, his tone filled with astonishment. Sirius smirked and laughed.

"Why, yes," he said, "Yes, I am. Would you like an autograph?"