(No, I haven't gone and got killed by death eaters, or kidnapped by oompa loompas, or pushed off a cliff, or have I had the Weasley twins shut me in a pyramid, or have I been murdered by an evil clown, and I certainly haven't been stabbed by a Christmas tree full of Cornish Pixies, just to cover a few possibilities. But I have been experiencing some technical difficulties. See my computer is broke, so I've been using my mom's. So, I get this whole chapter typed up, saved, and ready to go. I come back the next day and the whole chapter was deleted! And I've just now got the time to finish re-typing it. And I'm sorry for such a long delay.)

Chapter 8

"Sorry we didn't come yesterday." Harry apologized as he walked through the door of Remus' office.

"We got a little hung up." Hermione finished following him through the door, behind her Ron and Ginny filed in.

"That's ok, better late than never, as they say." Remus closed the door behind them and walking across the room locked the door, then put a charm on the room so no one could hear what was going on inside the room, but they could hear out. Slipping his wand back in his robes he sat down in front of his desk, the group doing the same on the other side of his desk.

"What was it you wanted sir?" Ginny asked him from her seat by the fire that ran along the left side of the room.

"Ah, yes we'll get to that matter as soon as Dobby gets here with our lunch." As if on cue Dobby appeared carrying three large trays full of food; one on his head, and one in each hand. His large sweater fit him more like a dress than any thing and his usual stack of hats had been abandoned so as to make carrying a third tray possible.

"Let me help you with those!" Hermione cried jumping up from her seat, and grabbing the tray with what appeared to be ham and cheese sandwiches. Placing the trays on Remus' desk, Dobby disappeared only to return moments later with another tray, this one holding a teakettle and five silver cups and plates along with utensils.

"Now that lunch has arrived," He motioned to the food, "We can eat and discuss what I brought you here for."

Twenty minutes later they had their' fill to eat and were waiting patiently for an explanation. Finally Remus said, "You've all heard about Sirius, have you not?" All four of them nodded in consent. "Well I'm afraid the ministry has fallen under the pretenses that Sirius is off his rocker."

"Then why did" Harry began to ask before being cut off by Remus.

"Scrimgeour is probably as sane as a dragon Harry." Ginny said, rolling her eyes at him and making Remus laugh.

"Precisely Ginny, if he was sane he would realize that Sirius is perfectly sane and isn't as dangerous as he thinks he is."

"But why does everyone else think Sirius is crazy?" Ron asked in confused bewilderment.

"Ron, if you saw someone running around in their cell picking imaginary wildflowers while singing 'I'm So Pretty', what would you call them?" Remus dictated.

"Stark raving mad!"

"Exactly." Remus let this information sink in.

"Wit a second, you're not saying..." Remus nodded in response.

"Three… two… one" Remus did a mental countdown. All four of them burst out laughing at the same time.

After everyone had recovered Harry looked up and said, "Sirius, you're over doing it." Sending the entire room back into hysterics.

"Now," Remus said once they had all recovered, "The real reason I wanted you here was because you'd be instrumental in getting him, and that pore bloke from the knight bus out of there."

"Are you suggesting a jail break?" Ginny asked a thought she were mildly discussing the weather outside.

"Indeed I am."

"So what's the plan?" Ron asked, all four were looking at him eagerly. Remus smiled at their enthusiasm.

"Okay, here's what we do…"
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Dumbledore was just enjoying a nice cup of tea in his study when someone barged through his door. Albus, who was facing away from said door, smiled.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy." He greeted the young man, leaving his back turned to the door.

"Hello, wait, how did you know it was me?" Draco's look of utter bewilderment amused many of the portraits and they laughed at him. This action earned them a scowl from Draco.

"I've been expecting you." Dumbledore turned to face Draco.

"You have? And why is that sir?"

"I knew eventually you'd want the answers to some questions. Is that not true?"

"It is, Sir." Draco nodded his head as he spoke, still looking quite confused. The usual twinkle in Dumbledore's eye was more noticeable then ever, and he had a boyish smile that looked out of place on his old, wrinkled face.

"Then ask what you may, and I will do my best to give you honest answers." Dumbledore steepled his hands and gave Draco a meaningful look.

(So, please don't kill me for taking so long, you've no idea how frustrated I am with this stupid computer.)