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In His Place	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 72876 -:- Recommendations : 16 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues

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Chapter 11

Holed up in one of the small parlors, everyone was there and wide awake, though it was three in the morning. About midnight, after the meeting was over, something that ended not ten minutes after Snape flew out of the house because Albus got called back as well, Snape sent a brief message saying that the prediction was right. He added that Zabini was in real trouble, even with the antidote. At the moment, they were waiting for Alastor to show up. The man said he needed to talk to them. All of them assumed it was about this mess as Remus had filled him in after everyone left. Lucius then told him that the reason Snape found out was Harry's prediction.
Holding the sleeping Harry close where they were on the settee, Sirius sighed. This—he didn't even know what to think about this. And he was still shaken by what went on. If Harry hadn't come across with that when he did, Zabini would probably be dead. That was frightening. Leaning his head back against the back of the settee, he shut his eyes. He was tired, no doubt there, but was too wound to even think about sleeping. From what he saw, everyone else in the house was the same way. Poor Draco was still shaking over the whole mess. Zabini was the only one of those that he considered friends before this year that stuck by him. So, he was worried, rightfully so.
He was then startled when the signal went off to let them know someone came in. Straightening up, Sirius looked at the doorway, stroking the sleeping Harry's head as he did. A glance around told him everyone else in the room was as apprehensive as he was about this.
Coming into the room, Alastor put the standard wards up then came over and sat down. Looking around, face graver than normal, then told them, “Snape got to Zabini in time. That's the good news. The problem comes in that he's still in trouble. They need to get him stabilized completely before they can move him to St. Mungos. That's going to take at least a couple of days. And he's got a long recovery ahead of him. That—potion harmed most of his internal organs and caused other massive damage. At least he's alive, thankfully.”
Watching Draco look down, shaking his head and trembling, then both of his parents, pale themselves, put a hand on his shoulder, Sirius sighed. “Anything else we need to know?”
“Maybe,” Moody said, leaning forward and looking at Harry. “I need some information before I get to that.”
“Whatever you need, Alastor,” Remus told him softly.
“You said Harry told you what happened and that he said Parkinson did it?” Moody asked, looking at Sirius.
“Yes,” Sirius confirmed with a nod.
“And he's been accurate with everything he's come across with so far?” Moody asked, eyes once more going to the sleeping wizard.
“So far, yes,” Lucius told him firmly. “On things we can confirm anyway. The predictions—yes there. Everything.”
Sighing, Alastor thought that over then said, “I filled Rufus in on how this tip came about. Snape fed Albus some kind of story, I'm not sure what it was, for the reason he went back. Albus bought it from what he said. Thankfully he went back, as a couple of the students in his house were looking for help for Zabini. The problem now comes in that they can't tie any of this to Parkinson. There is no evidence, anywhere, to show she did it. Zabini isn't going to be able to help for quite some time. Even then, I doubt he knows. He might suspect, but that's not going to help us.”
“Shite,” Sirius groaned, not sure what to do here.
“I need something clarified before I press on,” the ex-Auror said, looking around. Seeing nods, he asked, “Potter is able to come across with correct answers if directly asked something, even if he has no way of knowing?”
Glancing around nervously, Narcissa then told him, quietly, “From what we've seen, yes. At least the few times we've asked.”
Looking at Harry once more, Alastor then said, “Rufus needs help. That's blunt and to the point. Because this was someone trying to kill Zabini, the DMLE is involved and at the school right now. Without saying anything about who he thinks did it to his staff, Rufus said that there is no evidence that Parkinson was the one behind this. In fact, no one is turning up any evidence at all who might have pulled this stunt. Even questioning everyone is getting them nowhere. Which means Rufus needs help. He thinks Parkinson did it as well. That would explain why she is singing and they are willing to give up her father to save her skin. He bets her parents know what she did, so they are willing to sacrifice her dad to get her out of the mess and keep everyone from finding out.” Shaking his head, he sighed then said, “Rufus wants to know if you lot would be willing to let him come over and question Harry to see if he can give him something in the way of evidence. If he can, Rufus said they can easily find a way to show it came from somewhere else.” Stopping, he looked at Sirius and waited.
Rubbing a now trembling hand over his face, Sirius looked down at his godson, not sure what to do.
“Sirius,” Lucius said softly, keeping a soothing tone, “I think we should try. It might come to naught, but it could help. Rufus will keep his mouth shut about where it came from. This is serious. She tried to kill someone. We can't let her get away with that if we can at all help it. If she gets off because she talks, she's going to try again. We all know that if you take that step once, it's easier to keep doing it.”
Looking at his cousin, Draco then said, voice uneven, “Please. Blaise was my friend. He didn't deserve this.”
Glancing at Remus to see what he had to say, Sirius was pondering the proposal. He just wanted to see what Remus had to say on the matter.
“I think we should as well,” Remus told his old friend. “We know Rufus will keep Harry out of it and not let it slip what he can do. In this case, it may be the only way to get justice.”
Sighing, Sirius looked down at his godson then nodded slowly. “We'll give it a shot. Just—prepare him for whatever else Harry might come across with about him that's personal. We won't say a word about whatever it is, of course, but it might happen. And give us a heads up as to when he’s going to come so we can dump something down Harry's throat to get him somewhat awake and keep him there long enough for Rufus to question him.” Looking at Alastor, he asked, “Any idea when he might want to try this?”
“I think probably tonight. The sooner the better,” Alastor told him. “Just wait until he gets here to give him the potion. We'll take it from there. Let me get back to see what Rufus has to say. I'll let you know when I find out something.” Seeing everyone nod, he stood and made his way out.
Once Alastor left, Remus said, softly, “This is the right thing to do, Sirius. If Harry doesn't come across with anything, it won't matter. If he does, it can only help.”
“I know, I know,” Sirius muttered, smoothing down his goatee. “It's just the idea.” Shaking his head, he sighed, “Alright, I think we all need some Pepper-Up to keep us awake until we hear something.” Now they would wait. He just hoped like hell that they could keep Harry awake long enough to do this and that he didn't come up with something too personal about Rufus when he did.

Looking at the door warily when the signal that someone came in flashed, Sirius stiffened up. Watching Rufus come in with Alastor, Sirius straightened up then signaled Remus to come over and help him with Harry. They were going to dump some of that new potion down his throat to see if they couldn't get him at least slightly awake.
Taking a seat close to the settee Sirius was on, Rufus watched the two work with the young man. Glancing around, he sighed, then imparted, “We have no change in the status of Zabini. Which means he's still stable. That's the good news.” Seeing nods, he looked back at the two working to get the young wizard in an upright position then dump the potion down his throat. “How are we going to do this?”
“Let's see if we can get him awake first,” Sirius sighed. “That's not as easy as it sounds. When we manage that, move over here in front of him and then ask what you need. The rest of us will stay out of it. Just—be prepared that he's not only stoned out of his gourd, but he might come across with some seriously off the wall shite about you that he has no way of knowing.”
“Understood,” Rufus told him firmly, moving his chair over in front of them. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped between them, he glanced around as everyone else seemed to shift places to get a better view. Quietly, he asked, “You think this—whatever it is, is coming from the head injury?”
“That's the theory,” Narcissa sighed as she settled in next to Draco, putting a reassuring hand on his leg and giving it a squeeze. “At least that's what I've been able to come up with from research on it.”
“Let me see how it goes here. If we get something and I see an example, I'll get you some help in the way of information or some place to look for it. This sort of--'gift' is studied in the Department of Mysteries. In fact, your research is something they've come up with as well on the topic. Let's see what happens here.”
Shaking Harry and saying his name, Sirius waited. The potion probably wouldn't take long to work. It was just getting Harry awake was all. When Harry began to stir and straightened slightly, a trembling hand coming up to rub his eyes, Sirius said, gently, “Harry, we need you to wake up. There's someone here that needs to talk to you.”
Eyes fluttering partially open, Harry sighed. He was still groggy and in that place. Though, this time, he felt more alert than he before. Quietly, he asked, voice uneven and slurry, “Who? I'm tired, sorry.”
“We know you're tired,” Remus assured him, holding him loosely to keep him upright. “We just need your help, Harry.”
“What kind of help?” Harry asked, trying to focus, only partially succeeding.
“Rufus needs to talk to you. He has some questions to see if you can help him,” Sirius explained, holding onto his godson. “It's about what you said earlier dealing with Zabini.”
Nodding to let Sirius know he heard, Harry's brow furrowed. He really didn't understand that. Not to mention it was hard to think at the moment. Everything was so fuzzy. “Can I get a drink?” He asked.
“Of course,” Narcissa told him with a gentle smile. “What do you want?”
“Milk I think,” Harry sighed, shaking his head.
Sending an elf off, Narcissa leaned back and waited.
Taking the milk with a hand that trembled more than normal, Harry took a drink using the straw that came with it and sighed. “What do you need to know? I don't know anything about that.”
Looking at Rufus, Sirius said softly, “Just ask him. He might say that, but give it a few minutes and he might come across with something. I don't know. The potions we're now giving him might do something to that part.”
Nodding to let Sirius know he heard, Rufus looked at Harry then said, gently, “I want you to know you saved Mr. Zabini's life, Harry. That's good.” Seeing Harry nod, though looking confused, he pressed on, “I also want to know if you can help us a bit more. Do you know where there is any kind of evidence that proves Parkinson did this? We don't have anything, Harry, and need help to find some. If you can tell me, I won't involve you. That I promise. I'll figure out a way to get it out there without your name coming in.”
“I-I don't know anything,” Harry told him, trying to focus on the Minister of Magic, befuddled by this. “I'm sorry.”
“Are you sure, Harry? Even something as simple as where the bottle the potion came in is will help.” Stopping, Rufus waited, glancing around with his brow furrowed.
Mouthing the words 'give it a minute', Sirius held Harry tightly, reaching over to stroke his head with his free hand, waiting. It was his hope that this held true to what they had done before.
Feeling that nudge as he was pulled deeper into that place, Harry continued to look at the Minister of Magic. Quietly, he told him, voice heavily slurred and uneven, “It's in the Room of Requirement. In the Room of Hidden Things. She stashed it there in an old trunk with her father's name on it.”
Eyes widening, Rufus glanced around, not sure what to make of it. Shaking his head, he asked, “What is the Room of Requirement? And how do I find it? I've not heard of it.”
“It's the place we held the DA meetings last year,” Harry sighed, feeling sleep pulling him, though not as hard as it had been. “You just walk back and forth in front of it and ask for the Room of Hidden Things. Everything you need to prosecute her is in that trunk. She panicked, knowing not to keep it in the dorms, and put it there to keep it safe, thinking that no one would know where to look for it. It even has a journal she kept where she talked about what she did. She's been sneaking in and out of the room since the start of school because she needed to hide so much.”
Reaching up and scrubbing a hand through his hair, Rufus looked at the young wizard, not sure what the hell to do or ask. Glancing at Sirius, who motioned him to continue, he sighed then asked, “Is there anyone that can show me how to get in that room or saw her do this? Do you know?”
“Dobby the house elf can show you the room,” Harry told him with a lopsided grin, though it was strange looking because he was so stoned. “That's how I learned about it. And some of the house elves saw her going in and out. Talk to them, especially Mimsy. Make sure Dumbledore is there when you do. He's their master and if he tells them to talk, they will. Dobby is a free elf so he doesn't have to. If you get with him alone, tell him I sent you to help. Then he'll show you where the room is and how to get to that part of it.”
This was good, though so strange that Rufus didn't know what to make of it. “I'll go there myself and look into this, Harry,” Rufus assured him. “Tonight in fact.”
“Don't cut the deal with her,” Harry told him as his eyes started to droop more. “That's what they are trying to get you to do. Her father knows nothing that can help you, though he's a Death Eater. Her parents knew what she was doing and encouraged it, hoping to elevate her father's status in the Death Eater ranks. The only reason they will give him up is to save her. If you do, they're going to send her to Russia with some relatives to keep her out of the hands of the Ministry. She knew what she was doing and how wrong it was.”
Taking that in, Rufus gave a firm nod. “We won't. Once we get evidence, we'll charge her.” Thinking for a minute, he asked, “Did anyone else know what she was doing besides her parents? Like Crabbe and Goyle?”
“No one else really knew,” Harry told him with a shake of his head. “Crabbe and Goyle helped, though. They kept watch on the outside of the room while she was in it. They just don't know what she did, though. And she thought they were too stupid to help her.”
Taking that in, Rufus made a mental note to question the two when he got back to the Ministry. “Is there anything else you know about this part?” he asked, thinking they covered everything.
Sighing, Harry's brow furrowed as he sorted through the nudges he was getting in that place. Some of it—it didn't relate. Other parts he thought he needed to pass on. After a few minutes, he said, “She's pregnant. Pansy is pregnant.”
Eyes widening, Draco asked, “What? Who is the father?” That—there was no indication.
Looking intently at Harry, Rufus asked, “Do you know who the father is?”
“It's Zabini. She's mad at him, part of the reason she wanted to do this and came up with the idea. He refuses to accept it's his, something that made her really mad as it proved he was just using her for sex and wouldn't marry her like he said. So, she wanted revenge.”
“Oh Merlin,” Lucius muttered, putting his face in his hands. He knew Pansy was trying with Draco, but his son swore he wouldn't go there. Now he was glad of that.
Nodding, Rufus said, “That's something we can easily find out. Thank you, Harry.”
Feeling a hard nudge, Harry sighed then said, “While you're in the room, hunt for something that looks like an old beat up tiara. It's not far in. Take it with you and test it. It's going to point you to something you need to do to end this mess. Because there are more of those evil things out there,” Harry told him, leaning heavily against Sirius.
“An old tiara?” Rufus asked, completely puzzled.
“That's what it looks like. It's the Ravenclaw diadem.” Sighing, Harry said, “The Grey Lady can help you find it. It was her mother's. You need to destroy it because of what's in it. You'll understand when you test it. It's Voldemort's.”
“Understood,” Rufus said flinching at the name, glancing around, not sure what to make of this.
“Dumbledore knows about what's in that thing and that there are more,” Harry breathed, feeling himself finally pulling out of that place. Shaking his head, he reached up and rubbed his hand over his face then sipped at his glass of milk. Quietly, he asked, “Can I get something to snack on, please? I'm hungry. Well, a little anyway.”
Knowing from the last few times Harry did this that it was an indication he wouldn't give up more, Sirius gave him a squeeze then asked, “What would you like?”
“Maybe—a sandwich? I'm not that hungry,” Harry told him, leaning back.
“We can do that,” Sirius told him, summoning an elf. Looking at Rufus, he said, softly, “You won't get anymore, sorry.”
“That's more than enough,” Rufus said, looking at Harry, not sure what the hell to make of this. Quietly, he said, “Thank you, Harry. That was a big help.”
Nodding, Harry sipped at his milk then muttered, “You're welcome.”
Still looking at Harry, not sure what the hell to make of this, Rufus said, glancing around at the stunned faces of the others in the room, “I'll see what I can manage to get you on this—whatever is, from some of our Unspeakables. At the very least, a way to get him to work with it to sharpen the skill. And Moody and I will work out something if he predicts anything big again. This one was huge. I want you to pass it along to me if he does.”
“We'll make sure we do,” Remus assured him softly, stunned himself by what Harry came across with.
“As soon as we figure out how to go about it and a way to signal me when you get something, I'll let you know,” Alastor told them, staring at Harry, stunned himself.
Shaking his head again, Rufus sighed, “Let me get out of here. I need to grab some people and head to the school. As they haven't found anything, it won't look odd for me to do that, considering I was head of the Aurors for so long. Let's see what we can find.”
“Can you send some kind of message to let us know if he was right?” Narcissa asked quietly, looking at him.
“I will,” Rufus assured her. Standing, he reached out and put a hand on Harry's shoulder and said, “You've been more help than you know, Harry. Thank you.”
Nodding, Harry muttered a slurred, “You're welcome,” as he munched on the sandwich an elf delivered.
“We'll talk later,” Rufus said, looking around. Seeing nods, he motioned Moody to follow then walked out.
Looking at his godson after the signal told them that the two had left, Sirius shook his head. Glancing up, he looked around and said, “I think—yeah, I'm not sleeping tonight. Not until I know if all that was accurate.”
“I believe it's the same for the rest of us,” Lucius sighed, leaning back.
“Coffee is in order, a lot of it,” Remus said, tone uneven.

As dawn hit and the birds were starting to really sing, Severus walked into Grimmauld Place. Not sure if anyone was up, he went to the kitchen, where they usually gathered to check before summoning an elf to wake everyone. Stepping in, he saw they were all there, including Potter, who was asleep, leaning against Black.
Stepping to the head of the table, he put his hands on it and looked around then said, “I slipped out, so I can't stay long. Rufus wanted me to pass a message along to all of you.” Seeing the anxious faces, he said, softly, tone uneven, “Mr. Potter was dead on correct again, at least about what was in the castle. They not only found the trunk that contained the bottle the potion came in and a robe of hers that she spilled it on, but her diary as well that spelled everything out. Miss Parkinson is in real trouble. I didn't see what was in the diary, but Rufus told me she admits in it what she did and that she's pregnant. They plan to test her later today to confirm it. It's Rufus' plan to press for the harshest punishment he can for her. What will come of it we're going to have to wait and see on.” Looking at the sleeping Harry, he sighed then said, “They found the diadem as well. Whatever that—thing is gave all of us the chills. And Albus seemed to have some idea because he didn't appear to be all that happy that Rufus found it. In fact, he pressed to examine it. Rufus, of course, wouldn't let him. From what I was told privately, he's got it at the DMLE and is testing it to see what it is. Once he knows, he'll have Moody fill all of you in.”
Looking at Severus, Remus then glanced at the sleeping Harry, rubbing his mustache. Shaking his head, he sighed, “Well, at least it got Rufus what he needed and saved a young man's life. Whatever this 'gift' is might not be pleasant as Harry deals with it, but that alone helped, tremendously.”
“How is Blaise?” Draco asked, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white.
“He's holding his own,” Severus told him. “Another day or so and they can move him to St. Mungos. He has a long, hard road ahead of him to repair the damage, but they'll manage. It's just going to take time.”
“Good,” Draco said with a sigh of relief looking down at the table.
“We think, maybe, Mr. Zabini knows quite a lot about some of this. That may be part of the motivation behind the attack on him. Rufus just has to wait for him to be in better shape to find out,” Severus sighed, shaking his head. “And with what Mr. Potter said about him telling everything yesterday, Rufus wants to know what he planned to tell me. There may be more that Mr. Potter didn't come across with.”
Sighing, looking at the sleeping young wizard, Severus said, tone weary, “I have to get back before I'm missed. We just wanted you filled in and I was better for doing that with the chaos that is happening at the castle right now. We have classes canceled for the next couple of days because we have so many in and talking to the students. Albus is having the elves clean out and organize what they found in that room to see what else is there. So, we have our hands full.” Straightening up, he nodded then said, “If you need anything, get in touch.” Seeing nods and hearing thanks from everyone, he glanced at Mr. Potter once more then swept out.

Watching Snape go, Sirius let out a ragged breath then shook his head. “Bloody hell,” he muttered before reaching up to stroke his goatee. Looking down at his sleeping godson, he shut his eyes and his head fell forward. “I need sleep. This night—bloody hell, we don't need another like it any time soon.”
“I agree completely,” Lucius told him, shaking his head. “However, at least it all worked out in the end. Rufus got what he needed and Blaise got help in time. That's all that matters.”
“Alright, we all need sleep,” Narcissa said firmly, looking around. “I'm sure there will be more later today we need to handle. We can't do that if we're tired. So, it's time for bed. I'll make sure the elves keep watch for anyone that comes over and wakes one of us.” Standing, she began to shoo everyone in the direction of the stairs, hoping that they could all get some much needed sleep before anything else happened.
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