Potter's Eleven

Potter's Eleven

Chapter Three

"So, what's the plan?" asked Ron.

"Well," started Harry, "I first caught wind of his operation about six months ago while undercover in Diagon Alley. I brought it to the board again and again, but they just wouldn't fund an undercover sting. So, I figured that I'd take some time off and do my own undercover sting...if that makes sense."

"OK, so you're telling me that instead of bringing in the COPS, you want to ROB a person, more so Roger Davies. Harry, things have changed. It used to be that if you robbed someone, they'd kill you. The last person who even tried to rob from Roger, got killed. And then Roger bankrupted his family and destroyed everything the guy had ever worked for. Have you seen my family? You've been out of the loop for way too long," Ron said, exasperated.

"Come on," Harry pleaded, "I've already tried to bring the cops, Aurors, and Unspeakables in on this. They just won't listen. Please. For an old buddy?"

"Give me a reason Harry. I need a good reason," Ron said.

"Because in all of our school days, we only lost two Quidditch games - one to Cedric in our third year and one to Roger in our fifth year. Because when we graduated, we made a pact that we'd live freely, like we have nothing to lose. Well I lost five years being an Unspeakable. I'm bored and I'm ready for another adventure."

"Have you been practicing that?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, did I rush it?"

Ron sighed, "No, it was fine. OK, I'm in. Now assuming that we can find say a dozen or so crazy people to help pull this off, where are we going to get the backing? I'm assuming that this is going to be very costly, and neither of us are exactly made out of money,"

"We're going to have to find someone with a lot of money. And a lot of enemies," Harry replied with a smile.

"Snape."

"You're out of your goddamn minds!" Snape yelled. "When you two were in school, I was pretty sure that you were dumb. Now, you've both just proved it to me!"

"You're right, Professor," Harry said modestly as he and Ron stood up and walked away, "our heads were too big. Well thank you for lunch; we'll have to do this again sometime."

"Wait," Snape called, "I know that I owe you from that thing a while back, so I'd really like to help. What casino where you geniuses thinking of robbing?"

"Uhh...The Quidditch Pitch," Ron said as they stopped and turned around.

"The Quidditch Pitch?" Snape inquired. "That's Roger Davies."

"Yep," Harry replied. "Why, what do you have against Roger?"

"Back while I was teaching at Hogwarts, he intentionally spilled a Caustic Potion on my desk and all over me. I couldn't move for nearly two weeks and in that time, he really went to work on me. He destroyed my reputation."

Harry and Ron stifled a laugh.

"Well are you in then?" Harry asked.

"Of course I'm in, you idiots," Snape replied. "Once you find the rest of your loonies, bring them over here for a little get-together so to speak."

"Well, thanks, Professor," Ron said as they started to leave. "We'll be in touch soon."

"So who're we going to need to pull this off?" Ron asked while munching on French fries ten minutes later.

"Well," Harry said, "I've got a short list in my head. The twins of course. What have they been up to the past couple of months?"

"Go!" Fred shouted.

"You first," George shouted equally as loud.

"Dude, ok, go, on three," Fred replied.

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three!"

Suddenly in place of the two fully grown men, were two yellow canaries. They flew around the room for a couple minutes until one of them changed back into human form.

"Ha!" shouted George. "I put three doses of Canary crème in your cookie!"

The other yellow bird squawked.

"Yeah, we can get the twins," Ron said.

"How about Hermione?" asked Harry.

"I think we should be able to get her. She's been doing some surveillance work for the Ministry lately. I think that we'll be able to convince her."

Hermione twitched irritably. Looking over at the two Aurors she'd been working with, she shuddered as they pointed and prodded at the Muggle computer that sat in front of them.

"Look, I don't take your wands and wave them around, do I?" she said angrily.

"Chill out, little women, we're just touching," said the Auror.

Hermione sighed. She needed a break.

"Who else?" Ron asked.

"Well, I have a couple more people on my list," Harry responded, "like Dean Thomas."

"Don't you mean The Basher?" Ron asked.

"The what?"