I don't own anything, so don't sue me. This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please be nice, no flames unless you think it's really bad. I'm sorry about it's shotness, but I broke my finger a couple of days ago playing basketballand its bothering me when I type. Don't forget to review, ENJOY.
Albus Dumbledore quickly glanced around the restaurant; he didn't want to look as if he was looking for one person in particular. The room was filled with the quiet, but soothing sound of chatter. It seemed so normal Dumbledore wanted to laugh, nothing was normal anymore. If you looked close enough, you could see the people looking warily at anyone who passed by them, even if it was a friend. Dumbledore sighed; the wizarding community was growing further apart with every day that passed. The threat of was hung heavily in the air. He picked up his tea cup, and stared at it, lost somewhere in his thoughts. He was interrupted from his memories by a man, who sat down across from him at the small table. He wore a simple emerald green cloak, with a hood which almost completely covered his face. People were looking their way, but seeing him sitting with Dumbledore made their fears stop. They knew Dumbledore, he was a good man, and whoever he was sitting with must be alright.
The mysterious man nodded a greeting at Dumbledore. "Professor."
Dumbledore smiled, "Albus will do, it has been four years since you graduated, my boy, I'm not your Professor anymore." He knew exactly who it was, even though his face was still hidden.
"Sorry, I just can't get used to calling you anything other than that. It just seems so unnatural to me." The man lowered the hood on his cloak revealing messy jet black hair and green eyes which seemed to look right through you and into your soul.
"So how have you been, it's been a long time since we last talked, what was it, since you graduated from Aurror School?" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling behind his odd shaped glasses. "I've been hearing good things about you."
The man pushed a pair of round, slightly bent glasses back up his nose from where they always slid down. "I've been better, I've been working overtime, there have just been so many problems, attacks or whatever going on, it's getting to be too much." He shook his head. "I miss the old times; this is getting out of control. Awhile back, some nut is running around hexing people because he thinks they're all deatheaters. He managed to get me in the leg with something, and I spend two weeks in St. Murgo's."
Dumbledore sighed, "Yes, what is this world coming to?"
"If I could answer that all our problems would be solved, well almost all of them." The man laughed, as well did Dumbledore.
"Well, I guess we should get down to business, there has been information from a good source, which says the school is targeted for attack some time this year. Unfortunately our source was….eliminated before he could bring us any more news. We can't get the minister's help on this, there are moles all through the departments. That is why I am asking you for help. Will you consider coming to Hogwarts and teaching it would bring more protection into the school. But of course you will be undercover. We can't have anyone coming and looking for you. That would be an even bigger problem, just think of the children's safety." Dumbledore looked directly into the man's piercing eyes, "What do you say Mr. Potter?"
"How could I say no to an old friend?"