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The Thief of Hogwarts, Chapter 19"Fudge managed to lose THE boy-who-lived, Harry Potter to France." The guard said. "It was shocking news. And I think even a few riots broke out in anger for losing our hero to a foreign country."
"What?" Sirius gasped.
"I'm not even sure if Harry Potter's still a British citizen. Bloody French must be laughing their pampered asses off at our incompetence." The guard continued.
Sirius slowly recovered from the shock at hearing something new about his godson. The last he heard from the guards was that Harry had just started Hogwarts. He lied back on his thin mattress and imagined how his godson was doing. He must just be like his father, Sirius thought, sorted into Gryffindor, and starting pranks from the first day and causing McGonagall no respite. Moony must have thought him many pranks by now.
Sirius Black slowly calmed down, glad that his godson was now somewhere out of reach from the Ministry of Magic. He knew there were still many supporters of Voldemort that plead to the imperious curse excuse, and they could take revenge on his godson for getting rid of their Lord. His eyes snapped open when he heard a lot of footsteps followed by flashes of light.
He noticed Cornelius was striking a pose in front of an auror carrying a camera, with his wand pointed forward. Sirius couldn't help it... he tried to control himself, but seeing Fudge's large potbelly and trying to look brave, the marauder in him couldn't resist.
"Ahhhh! Dementors!" Sirius shouted.
The effect of his shout was instantaneous. Fudge suddenly leaped backward and tried to let out a curse but it flew from his grip and clattered to the ground. Fudge's aides dived behind the aurors who had their wands out and searching for the dementor attack.
The aurors stationed in Azkaban merely looked around. They knew there was no Dementor on the maximum security wing, and experience taught them that you'd feel a dementor's presence before you saw one. Silence ensued for a moment before they heard a deep, barking laugh from one of the cells.
"Where's the Dementor?"
Everyone in the vicinity heard Fudge's voice, and the aurors, seeing that there was no threat, moved apart, revealing a shaking Minister of Magic huddled on the ground, shaking with fear.
"False alarm, minister." One of the aurors said. His face remained impassive, though his eyes were twinkling with amusement. He couldn't wait to tell Moody about this.
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