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Sirius had no fun at the resort anymore. He had felt such a need to get to the Caribbean, drinks rum, and party with pretty girls. But now, that he was here for a few months, he started to feel anxious for news from Hogwarts!
Sirius had gotten a concerning letter from his godson Harry and had immediately written to Albus Dumbledore. He was the greatest Wizard of their time! He would know what to tell Harry!
And now Sirius was waiting for an answer! But none came! True, the beginning of the school year must be a terribly busy time, but still. Just a brief note should be so hard to send!
At least Harry was in Hogwarts now, the safest place in Britain under the protection of Dumbledore. Maybe the headmaster had talked to Harry and then forgotten to tell Sirius about it?
Sirius was at war with himself. One part wanted to stay and repeat the steamy night with that fit muggle woman, which was more than asking for another night full of fun and this part wanted to party all night long. Another part wanted to rush back to Britain and be there for Harry! But always, when he had decided, to listen to the responsible part of himself, he got a headache and the urge to do something idiotic. Which he then did.
He would write to Harry the next day he decided, every day.
Until one day, he received a letter from the Ministry of Magic in Britain! An exhausted owl had tapped the window and tumbled into the room. Sirius had rushed to it, picked up the poor bird, and got some water for it, telling it to rest.
He then opened the official-looking letter and saw, that it was written by his former Auror colleague Amy Bones. He read the first two sentences but then got a blinding headache! Not again! Something about Harry and Dumbledore in custody? Or Peter? He could not finish reading. His head hurt too much!
He got some of the muggle pills, which helped a little, and packed his things hazardously. Harry was in danger! And Dumbledore! Oh, Merlin! He had to save them! He apparated out of the room to find the quickest magical way back to England.
Using black (ha!) market portkeys from Kingston to an un-plottable warehouse in London, he soon arrived in Britain. Unfortunately missing the second owl, which had been sent to him by Gringotts and Harry. This time it was an overseas owl, which arrived 10 minutes after Sirius had left, without checking out. (Sirius, not the owl.) It found the other owl and when it had recovered a little, it led the much smaller one to the next Gringotts branch in the Caribbean, to be shipped back to London.
Meanwhile, Sirius was running on hot air and panic. His brain had fully disengaged. He apparated to the gates of Hogwarts and stormed the castle. No one hindered him and he soon stormed into the Great Hall.
All tables were full. Breakfast? But who cared! No, the golden chair at the staff table was empty and many foreign and unknown people sat at the table.
“WHERE IS DUMBLEDORE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM? SET HIM FREE IMMEDIATELY!”
He didn’t notice that no one was cowering in fear, at his presence. Some students even sniggered and pointed at his beach outfit of Bermuda shorts, flip-flops, and a t-shirt.
“Sirius, calm down. Albus is in Geneva, being held there. You are safe!” Minerva told him quite unhelpfully. Was she nuts?
“ARE YOU NUTS? AND WHERE IS HARRY? I WILL TAKE A HOSTAGE IF YOU DON’T RELEASE HIM IMMEDIATELY!” Sirius yelled and then went in the direction of the students and was struck down by Hogwarts as the fake Moody had been. A red flash was cast on him and Sirius toppled over. Professor Flitwick was quick enough to cast a cushioning charm, so Sirius did not bump his head too badly.
Another spell hit Sirius from the ceiling. This time a green one and a thick envelope dropped next to him. It was clear, that Hogwarts had scanned her former resident as well.
The bell-like voice of Hogwarts sounded again, “HELP HIM!”
The only resident healer at the moment, ICW-Healer Doroteja Lazarevic quickly took charge of the stunned man and levitated him and the envelope to the Hospital Wing.
There she quickly scanned his results and decided, since both her colleagues were in Cornwall right now and this was full-on healing that was needed, which would take all her attention, she would better send the man to St. Mungo’s. Luckily just yesterday, the papers had declared him innocent, like so many others. It hadn't surprised many, not anymore. He should be safe there.
So, she went quickly through the process of transferring the man and went back to her pudding.