Authors Note: after much prodding by certain people (who I have noticed are too lazy to review me) this story will continue. It will begin to be more serious. The focus will not be on just Harry or Sirius nor will it follow all of Harry's sixth year-at least that's not the plan, of course, I never intended on doing a followup to the first chapter of Dinner With Voldie and the Escape of the Spies. And so now I give to you Dinner Voldie and the Escape of the Spies, part 2!-not that you really care but its here
Dinner With Voldie and the Escape of the Spies 2
Sirius sprinted down the empty, dark street. He didn't dare stop for fear the Death Eaters would grow a brain and continue to hunt him down. About mile away, Sirius began to slow down. As he checked behind him, he saw that nobody was following him.
"Oh yeah! No eating here tonight! No, no, no eating here tonight! No eating here to night! You're on a diet it! " he yelled. He then proceeded to moonwalk down the dingy derelict street singing Billy Jean.
After rejoicing for a few minutes, it occurred to him that the Order would need to know that he had been found out. It was such a shame. He had just begun to do some real work for the Order. He was finally able to tell the overgrown bat called Severus Snape to go to hell. No, Sirius was not looking forward to telling the Order that he had been caught at all. Still, he apparated to the "Most Noble" House of Black.
Meanwhile...Back in Voldemort's Lair...
Barty Crouch sneered at Dolohov.
"You let him go?" he scornfully said. "After traipsing through the house, sprinting through the house trying to catch that fleabag, you let him go! I really can't believe you!" Suddenly Snape's face, or rather Crouch's face, lit up. This was his chance to prove himself again to the Dark Lord.
"You-"
"That's enough Barty," interrupted Voldemort. "Obviously, we have been betrayed, by no less one of those blood traitors. However, we shall take our revenge. I will immediately commence in preparing when and where our latest attack will occur. However, you all have not done your duty by me…"
The Death Eaters happy faces began do dim. They knew what was coming next.
"Crucio!" hissed Voldemort. The Death Eaters fell down one at a time screaming.
The torture ended abruptly, yet all too soon for Voldemort. "I do hope that in the future that a grievous mistake such as a spy in our midst, will no longer be an issue. Have a good night, my faithful Death Eaters."
And with that Voldemort gleefully stepped out of the chamber, leaving the Death Eaters, wide-eyed with wonder with what could Voldemort possibly be planning in his dark, in more ways than one, mind.
Back at the Ministry of Magic…
Tonks followed Kingsley into the Minister of Magic's office as Alice. She had never been in Fudge's office and now that she was in, she wished she had never been.
There were whole walls filled with pictures of the incompetent minister. Pictures of Fudge with Dumbledore, of Fudge's inauguration as Minster of Magic, of his triumphal signing of the Educational Decrees, even of Fudge and Harry Potter posing together, which had obviously been created because there was no possible way that Harry had been with Fudge after the big battle in the Department of Mysteries.
"Oh hello Auror Shacklebolt," greeted Fudge.
"Hello Minister. I have brought you the new maid that you requested," said Kingsley. Kingsley prodded Tonks in the stomach.
"What'd you-oh right! Hello Minister Fudge. It's such an honor to meet you," said Tonks nonchalantly.
"Hello. Its very nice to meet you…eerr…" fumbled Fudge, who had just gotten a good look at Tonks. She was "normal" today with long ebony hair and cerulean blue eyes.
"Oh right," stuttered the young woman. Obviously sucking up to the pompous old man continued, "Name's McColl, Alice McColl. And I must say that I am quite happy to be serving you. I am sure we will get along very well."
Fudged puffed up with his own self importance. "Now, now, I hope you understand that as Minister of Magic, I will have very little time to train you into all that will be required of you." Turning to Kingsley, he said, "I assume that she is trained well enough and will only need to be acquainted with her surroundings."
"Of course," replied Kingsley. "Alice is very well versed in matters of comfort for her employer. However, she will only be available for the rest of the summer, due to job and schooling issues."
"Does she even have a mouth to tell me about these so-called issues?" asked an annoyed Fudge.
Hotly, Tonks replied, "Obviously I have a mouth and I wish for my personal problems with employment and education to remain personal. And I am right here and will not tolerate being talked about as if I were chattel., I am sorry if my words seem out of place, but I cannot tolerate being treated anything less than with respect to maintain our employee-employer relationship." And with that Tonks, or rather Alice, stormed out of the room, slamming the door and leaving two stunned men in her wake.
Fudge turned to Kingsley angrily, "When I asked you to find me a good maid, I did not ask for the most impudent wench! What is the meaning of this?"
Smoothly, the other man interrupted the Minister, "I realize that at times Alice can be quite trying to your patience. However, under the circumstances, I believe that Alice will be an asset to your household."
"And just why is that?"
"Because Alice was, and still is, very close with Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter."
Fudge grinned evilly. Maybe, just maybe, he could deal with the impudence of the girl for the summer. It would be well worth its to get the insides on what his political enemies were doing and planning.
Soon after at Grimmauld Place…
Deep breaths. Deep breaths, thought Sirius as he walked through the halls of his depressing old home…"It's not hard. Just say, 'Dumbledore, I got caught.'"
"You WHAT," said Dumbledore. "How could you have gotten caught? You were only assigned this job yesterday!"
"Er…oopies."
"Sirius, you know what an important role Rosier had within Voldemort's Inner Circle. As his son, he was expecting the best of service from you. Now, that you have betrayed him, you will now be high on his list of people to kill." Berated Dumbledore as his temples began to beat furiously against his forehead.
He began walking forward down the hall to the kitchen as he continued, "This means that for your protection, you cannot be assigned any assignments for the rest of the summer holidays. All your previously assigned assignments must go to someone who is not watching over Harry at Privet Drive or to someone who does not have an assignment and is cannot go to any of the werewolves for the business that must take place on the full moon and on no other day. Then you must go back to-"
Sirius interrupted Dumbledore, "I refuse to stay here and do nothing again as I did last summer. I cannot do it Dumbledore. We will simply have to catch that disgusting vermin that calls itself Peter, so that I can wonder free as a bird and wild as a dog."
Dumbledore replied, "You must learn to move on with your life. Yes, yes Azkaban took up some of the best years of life, years that you will never get back, but you have many years yet to live. And we will see if we can get you free from the ministry's ever persistent chase of you. Now let us step into the kitchen and begin this meeting. I am afraid I am not looking forward to having to tell the Order that you have been found out."
Sirius simply stared at Dumbledore. He knew the man had been through a lot in his life and had been essentially the undisputed ruler of the wizarding world since his defeat of Grindelwald. But could he really be so heartless? He was just supposed to get over thirteen years of hell, thirteen YEARS of undeserved time in Azkaban just like that!
"Are you serious? I was shut off from the world with the most horrifying beings in existence for thirteen years and all you can think to say to me is that I shouldn't cherish my freedom? Thirteen YEARS, Albus Dumbledore-not days! 'Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will!' Have you heard that before Dumbledore? It's by Martin Luther King Jr. He was also living in a constant state of fear, but you know what he did Albus Dumbledore?
Dumbledore cringed and feeling about 2 inches tall said nothing.
"He fought Dumbledore! And you know something-he won!" Sirius all but screaming said, frothing at the mouth with his fury. Taking a few harsh breaths to calm his anger, Sirius grinned up at Dumbledore and said, "Besides now that I've been found out, Harry can come back! You had better watch out old man because this summer, Grimmauld Place will play host to the greatest prank war in the history of mankind, against you!"
Dumbledore, already uncomfortable squirmed as he began to move forward into the kitchen for the order meeting. Sirius' words were unbelievably true; he couldn't just expect him to not have an obsession with freedom. After all it was a civil right to have the freedom to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And the idea of an all out prank war against Harry and Sirius was not pleasing. He may have been old, but the Marauder's days at Hogwarts were still fresh in his mind. Sod it-he really had to control his mouth! Honestly, he didn't mean these things to sound so bald; it was supposed to comfort people.
Paling rapidly, Dumbledore meekly apologized, "I'm sorry, you're right Sirius. I shouldn't have said that."
Sirius replied, "Your apology has been accepted by the Great Sirius Black." Sirius hooked elbows and marched Dumbledore into the kitchen saying, "However, you're still getting pranked within and an inch of your sanity. Come let us go and announce our news to everyone. Harry Potter's coming to town! Harry Potter's coming to town!"
As they stepped into the kitchen, the rest of the order stood up and began speaking all at once. Dumbledore held a hand up for silence.
"What has happened that you your minds are all a boggle?"
Tearfully, Molly Weasley looked up, "Dumbledore, something dreadful has happened to Harry."
dramatic suspense music plays
End of Chapter 2
Authors Note: The quote was from Letters from Birmingham Jail by Martin Luther King Jr., great man. This chapter was completed on Jan. 17, 2005, which is also Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
Another cliffy in my puny attempt to make you people tell me how I am doing! I want a review! Just one, pleaseeeeee!