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HP: The Stealing Isn't That Bad! Is It?

Everybody learns things from their childhood, be it their good manners, bad manners, or something as small as speaking manners. And just like this They learn things in their childhood like playing, seeing some truths, some lie, stealing and many other things. All it comes downs to environment and how the child is getting raised most of the time. So, what forced Harry to learn stealing did it something happen when he was a child or something else entirely.

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"I didn't do it for you Black." The guard said in an even tone. "The minister's coming to visit."

"Ahh." Sirius said in a raspy voice, as if the guard's explanation answered his question. In truth it did. "Trying to bolster his falling ratings again, eh?"

"Obviously." The guard scoffed. The guards of Azkaban from time to time, grew bored at just watching the prisoners since the dementors handled any discipline problems. They sometimes spoke with the prisoners just to get rid of their boredom, but in the high security section very few were sane enough to hold a decent conversation.

Bellatrix Lestrange was the most amusing for the seasoned guards and the most terrifying, even worse than the Dementors for those in their first deployment in the island prison. She would keep spouting threats from her vile mouth that showed how sadistic and imaginative she was in ways to kill an enemy, and then proclaim her undying love for he-who-must-not-be-named. The worst was she would hump the metal bars between her legs when what she spoke about was the Dark Lord, how she eagerly awaited her return and how he would reward her for her loyalty. The guards left before she got going, leaving the hallway full of her moans and insane cackles.

Sirius Black was the only prisoner sane enough in the maximum security wing that they could speak amicably with, and the Black scion had a sharp tongue and an outrageous sense of humor. Because of his fairly good behavior, the seasoned guards gave Black more food and less exposure to the dementors if possible, but it was difficult, with him located in the maximum security wing.

They were deeply impressed with how Sirius Black managed to retain his sanity, compared to his peers who were all but lumps of flesh, their minds long broken by the dementors.

"What's the reason this time?" Sirius mused. Fudge usually made an inspection of Azkaban when his public rating approval went a steep dive to show how brave he was facing dementors and the most dangerous dark wizards and witches. "No, don't tell me. He was caught in another scandal involving his mistress?"

"That's old news." The guard made a sour face when he remembered the last scandal and the woman named Dolores. Gossip among the auror corps was that the senior undersecretary did more work under the desk of the minister. Some speculated that was why she given the position of senior under secretary. "Don't remind me Black, I just ate my breakfast."

Black barked a laugh, and then it turned into a coughing fit. Azkaban was slowly killing him.

"What is it then?" Black asked after he recovered after the guard waited for the convict's coughing fit to pass.

"Fudge managed to lose the boy-who-lived, Harry Potter to France." The guard shared while he occasionally kept an eye out on the corridor. "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 moved 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 while 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. He knew there were still plenty of supporters of Voldemort that plead to the imperius 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 yelled.

The effect of his prank was instantaneous. Fudge suddenly leaped backward and tried to let out a curse but his wand instead flew from his suddenly weak grip and clattered to the ground. Fudge's aides dived behind the aurors who had their wands out, searching for the dementor attack. They heard rumors that dementors sometimes lose control and randomly attack wizards, unable to ignore their eternal hunger to feed.

The auror guard force 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, white with fear.

"False alarm, minister." One of the aurors reported. His face remained impassive, though his eyes were twinkling with amusement. He couldn't wait to tell Moody about this.

"Oh." Fudge slowly got up, while his aides picked up fallen documents that they had dropped around the vicinity.

Sirius saw a roll of newspaper and used the opportunity to snatch it through the bars while the visiting group were still trying to organize themselves and try to determine what happened.

"WHO DID IT?"

"I think it was shouted by one of the prisoners, minister." The lead auror suggested.

"Yes, yes, probably trying to cause panic!" Fudge appeared to have regained his composure, his face red and his clothes dirtied from diving into the ground. He was breathing heavily and looked at the faces of his retinue, they all looked away when he tried to meet their eyes, and he knew the reason why.

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