Chapter 3
After dropping Harry off into the Medical Wing, without a contradictory word from him, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Gien made their way to the Headmaster's office. The three went past the gargoyle (Canary Creams), up the stairs and took chairs around Dumbledore's desk.
"Mr. Sentow, I do have to ask if you are able to protect Harry adequately for the remainder of his years at Hogwarts," Dumbledore queried when they were seated.
"Three Death Eaters neutralized and you ask me this? Prisoners jabbered about you being all knowing. I guess they were insane," Gien smirked again.
"You will treat Headmaster Dumbledore with the utmost respect, do you understand, Mr. Sentow?" McGonagall snapped.
"Yes ma'am!" he saluted. "By the way, are you related to Snape at all?"
"Mr. Sentow, I take that as a yes?" Dumbledore interposed. Gien nodded once. "Very good, I am curious, though," he leaned in exceedingly somewhat, "on how you learned to fight. Taking on three Death Eaters with a Muggle weapon is no easy feat."
"I do need to clear two things before I start. First, the prison itself did not teach me to fight. It only focused me. Twenty-four hours of perpetual twilight with nothing to can really give a man a reason to do things he wouldn't have normally done. Second, get rid of the idea that Azkaban is filled with Dementors on all levels. There are only certain areas with them. For six years of my life I did not see a Dementor," Gien's smirk was gone, now his face showed a twinge of sadness.
"How many levels have Dementors?" Dumbledore asked.
"Three, with differentiating concentrations according to danger to the public and danger to the Ministry."
"Danger to the Ministry?"
"Political prisoners. Some who are so powerful of fighters that the Ministry have kept them in there for longer than any human should."
"And from those you have learned your techniques?"
"Yes, but there were some in the upper levels who I learned the basics from."
There was an odd pause for a moment.
"How long have you been in Azkaban?" Dumbledore asked, choosing his words carefully.
Gien's red-brown eyes hardened. "My whole life. The first and only person born and raised at that Hell on Earth."
"What are the reasons from your confinement?"
"I was really hoping you'd tell me. Some prisoners did tell me that it was my mother with some hefty crimes on her. Maybe I was in there because on her."
"Who was your mother?"
"Taen Sentow," Gien said, wiping a tear from his eye. "I can't believe that she would have committed a crime in her life."
"Albus!" a voice called from the office's doorway.
"Yes? Severus? Can I help you? Dumbledore answered with his customary twinkle.
"It was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle who attacked Potter. Malfoy has lost his wand hand, Crabbe's jaw is snapped and his knee is shattered. Goyle lost his empty head, which I can say is not a loss to society," he listed. "Malfoy was scrambling out in the hallway when I was there, he thought I was rescuing his from the Aurors and taking him to the Voldemort. Malfoy and Crabbe both know I'm the spy know."
"I would have thought he'd send some lower Death Eaters after Harry. He's sending his inner circle. The plans are moving faster that I had expected. Harry is in grave danger," Dumbledore said, thinking.
"What 'plans' of Voldemort's?" Gien asked.
"I studied the ritual Voldemort used to resurrect himself. His power will not have returned completely until he 'bathes in the blood of thyne slain enemy'," he answered.
"Ah, Harry," Gien said simply.
"Severus, I'm sad and glad to say your days as a spy have ended. Malfoy or Crabbe will reveal your profession as soon as Voldemort controls Azkaban," Dumbledore said, making a faint smile appear on Severus's face.
"You make it sound like it his control is certain," Gien snarled.
"Mr. Sentow, you are treading into information that does not pertain to you," McGonagall said quietly.
"Yes it does pertain to me! I have friends in Azkaban. Voldemort will kill them if we do nothing!" he roared, standing.
"Sit down Mr. Sentow, or I will be forced to send you there to join in their fate," Dumbledore threatened. " I know you are thinking you could 'take them on', but I assure you, you will lose to Voldemort's army of Death Eater conscripts and Dementors."
"Dumbledore!" a different voice erupted from the stairwell. "Harry's gone! The Dursleys are dead!" the voice cried, not letting Dumbledore speak. "Blood is all over his room! I don't know what happened!"
A withered old woman hobbled up thee stairs and through the doorway. As she did, her appearance changed completely. She was a woman with long auburn hair and vibrant violet eyes. She was a tall, very beautiful woman, wearing an old woman's clothing and looking very frantic. All in all a rater amusing sight, at least to Gien.
"Why Arabella, what a surprise to see you," Dumbledore said, between her frantic outcries.
"Harry's gone, he's-" she screamed at Dumbledore, only to get cut off.
"Fine, I assure you, thanks to this boy here," he pointed to Gien. "Death Eaters. Malfoy Crabbe and Goyle."
"You sent the Order, without my knowledge, to take care of them?" she said, ignoring Gien's role.
"No," he said patiently, "I sent in Gien here."
"A boy versus those three? This has to be a joke," she said, laughing.
"One is broken in two places, one is missing his right hand, and the other is missing his head, is that the joke you mean?" Gien smirked.
"But…how?" she looked utterly bewildered.
"Another time Arabella, I suggest you see Harry now, he is in the Hospital Wing as we speak. Minerva, I suggest you escort her. Dumbledore interrupted.
"One question Arabella, Black or Figg?" Gien asked mysteriously.
Arabella looked terrified at the question. "F…F…Figg," she stumbled.
"He loved you did you know that?" Gien said.
"That murderer loved only Voldemort," she whispered, getting her voice back.
"He was innocent! He loved you until his end!" he shouted.
"His end?" Arabella asked shocked. "Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.
"He lived?" Arabella nodded. Gien let out a loud cheer. "They told us he did, they showed us his skull and all.
"They?" Arabella asked, now enamored at Gien's lack of knowledge on the very common subject.
"Another time Arabella," Dumbledore interrupted again.
"Yes, right Dumbledore," she said, leaving with McGonagall and giving Gien a quizzical look. As she walked through the doorway, her old woman appearance reappeared on her.
"What was that about Sentow?" Snape asked.
"Sirius black had a cell in front of mine for a few years before he, well, escaped. The guards told us he died. They showed us a skull and told us that it was his," Gien said quickly.
"I meant with Figg," Snape asked annoyed.
"They were married, didn't you know? She must have renounced his when he was convicted." Gien stared at Snape.
"This was the first I heard anything about it," Dumbledore said. "Severus will you go check the veracity of this statement?"
"Yes sir," Snape mumbled begrudgingly and left.
After a few moments Gien spoke. "You still don't trust me do you?" Gien spat venomously.
"Do not reach such conclusions so quickly Gien. I merely needed Severus out of this office because one of our mutual friends is coming up the stairs and I don't want Severus and him to be fighting once again." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling annoyingly.
"Dumbledore!" A third voice bellowed from the doorway.
"Speak of the devil," Gien said smirking.