Dumbledore sighed and stroked his beard. He looked at the man in front of him and seemed to be working out a puzzle. Then he shook his head and changed the subject. "Did you have to threaten Molly?"
"All she has to do is respect that this is my house and that I am a grown man, just like you, and no harm will come to her. It is not my fault she's pigheaded," he said, once again shrugging his shoulder. He leaned back into his chair and picked up his half-empty glass, once more swirling the alcohol.
"I will speak with her," Dumbledore promised with a small smile.
Sirius just snorted.
"Severus tells me he cannot enter." Albus went on. "Did you remove him from the wards maliciously? I thought better of you, young man," he reprimanded, once again as if Sirius was his student. He jerked a bit when the wards warned him with a small shock. He looked at the man across from him again in a chastising way. "Was that necessary?" he asked.
"Don't speak to me like that, dammit. Then the wards won't shock you," the dogman snarled as he leaned forward angrily. "I didn't kick Snivellus out, the wards are what is stopping him. He must have ill intent towards me or someone in the house. Mundungus can't come in either. It is their own ill intent keeping them at bay, yet here you are reprimanding me for wanting people out of my house that want to hurt me. What is your game, Albus?" he asked, eyes narrowed. He rested back into his chair, keeping a sharp eye on the Headmaster's face, waiting for the demands to start.
"I assure you, my boy, I am not playing games," the old man assured him. Then his eyes lost their twinkle. "You need to let them in, Sirius, I need them in the Order. I cannot do without Severus. He must be able to attend," the demands came.
"Then tell him to quit acting like a spoiled child and wanting my death over something that happened years ago. I have paid for my crimes. Tell your pet Death Eater to get over it already. And when he tells you I tried to kill him, you can remind the slimy bastard that he knew exactly what was under the Willow and no one made him go there," Sirius said as he rose from his chair and headed for the door.
"Now, Sirius, I was there, I know you wanted to harm poor Severus," Albus stated, looking over his half-moon glasses.
"Then you should have expelled me. You didn't, so therefore I can only conclude that you didn't then, so that you can try to guilt me now. That must have been your plan all along. Keep something over my head for when you needed to control me. Well, it's not going to work. I have zero guilt over what happened then. Like I said, no one made him go after a werewolf," Sirius said, standing up and heading for the door. "I'm done talking to you until you can treat me like an adult." And with that he left the old man to mull over what they talked about.
Albus sat in that chair for a very long time. He fretted over the fact that one of his Order members was not doing what was need for the full function of the Order. He needed to be the one in charge. It was his vigilante group. He was the leader. If he lost control of Sirius, others might follow.
After sitting in thought for a long while, he finally sighed, levered himself up and left the house. This was going to take more than he could plan in one night.
Sirius and Harry wrote every day, via the elves. Harry informed him that he did bond with Dobby and that he was happy that Sirius took the initiative to write. The boy's letters were long and rambling. He was letting out all his frustrations and fears. Sirius would read them all and then reply what he thought might help his godson. The boy would write that he was still very angry with his friends, and Dumbledore. Sirius didn't blame him.