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Rumor's Confirmed	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction. I do not own HP, Battlestar Galactica or any of these wonderful characters, I am simply borrowing them from the three wonderful authors that created them. I make no profit from any of these works.

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Roark entered the house first, letting out a sudden, sharp gasp when he was unexpectedly grabbed, and lifted with an exclamation of, "I KNEW it!!" he caught sight of Harry and Rabastan smiling faces as he was spun around by his uncle.
"Uncle Apollo!" he gasped. "Put me down!"
"APOLLO WILLIAM ADAMA! You put your nephew down THIS INSTANT!" Ila scolded as she bustled in from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. "He is barely out of Life Center, and does NOT need you spinning him around like that."
"Yes, Mother," he said as he set Roark on his feet. "Sorry about that, Rory. I just got so excited in seeing the Captains pins. I just couldn't help myself."
Roark gave him a smile. "It really is fine, Uncle," he said as Zac moved up beside him to draw him in for a hug.
"I'm so happy for you, Rory!" he exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his brow. "I am so proud of you. Of both of you. You've both done so well for yourselves."
"They have indeed," Athena said with a wide smile of her own as she pried Roark from her youngest brothers arms to draw him close for her own gentle hug. "You and Harry have done more than anyone could have expected since graduating from the Academy. Just as I always knew that you would, Demon."
: Oh...ho, Demon would be just about right, : came a deep, laughter tinged voice.
: Just as Devil is for you, my lover, : he sent back immediately.
: So you have said before, darling. :
"There's my baby," Ila said as she came forward. "Do let him go, Athena, so that I can hug him."
Roark smiled as he found himself in his grandmothers loving arms, feeling a very sudden, very intense feeling of sadness, and knew immediately from whom it came. : Rodolphus? : He sent out immediately, concerned by the feeling, : What is it? :
: It's nothing to worry about, babe. Just memories. Enjoy your time with your family."
"Let's all go into the dining room. I'm just about to put dinner on the table."
"Sounds good, For the first time in a while, Grandmother, I'm actually hungry."
"Good. Come along then."
As everyone turned to go into the dining room, Roark reached out to snag Rabastan's wrist, drawing him aside. "What is it?" he asked worried at seeing his expression.
"It's nothing bad, so get that look off your face. Dolph's back."
A smile as he nodded. "I know. He called out to me as soon as he stepped off the shuttle. He'll be staying with us. Do you plan to come home soon? Harry misses you like crazy even though you see each other every day."
"Actually I was thinking about com--"
"Rory? Bas?" Harry appeared in the doorway of the dining room, looking from one to the other. "Is everything alright?"
Roark gave his brother a smile. "Everything is just fine, Harry," he answered moving to hug him, which he returned. "I think it's time I came home, don't you?"
"Past time. I hate it when you aren't around. Besides, I can keep a much better eye on you."
Roark just shook his head. "Then tomorrow, if you and Rabastan will come over, we'll get my room packed up."
"You mean Bas, DOLPH, and I will pack up your room. Now, come on, it's time you ate something," he said as at that moment Roark's stomach rumbled loudly.
Rabastan chuckled, sliding an arm around around their shoulders, and turning them toward the dining room. "Food it is," he said with a deep chuckle.
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Everyone except for Roark, whose current medication and potion regimen prevented it, sat back in dining room chairs, enjoying their after-dinner drinks of ambrosia, wine, or in Rabastan's case, a tumbler of whiskey, as they talked to each other about the coming plans for the planning of the Peace Conference.
That was when Adama reached into his uniform shirt pocket to draw out two envelopes, placing them down beside his grandson's hands.
"What is this then?" Harry asked as he set his wine glass down, picked it up, and began to open it.
"THOSE, boys," Adama said as he sipped his ambrosia, watching Roark pick up his envelope, "would be your new orders."
Roark smiled as he opened his. "I wasn't expecting to get these so soon, especially as I haven't been released to active duty. Did you, Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "At least not for another few sectars," he said as he pulled out the paper.
"So which Colony do you think we are going to next?" he asked, looking down as he pulled out his slip of paper, not seeing Harry's expression change to one of pure, unadulterated shock. "Tom Riddle may be dead, but, as I said at the inquiry, there is--" he broke off with a gasp of shock as the words he was looking at finally registered.
"BY the LORDS of KOBOL!" his head snapped up. "Grandfather, please tell us this is not some sort of joke. That we aren't reading these wrong?"
Adama relaxed back into his chair, his smile becoming much more pronounced as he looked between them. "Neither of you is reading what is printed there wrong. Nor is it a joke. In fact, it is as far from a joke as you can possibly get."
"But we had been told--they swore to us we would never be granted this for a very long time. That we were much too young."
"You are still far too young, but you have both proven to many of those who said you could not handle the jobs that would be required of you, that you could, in fact, do so. You have both gone a long way to changing the minds of not only the Military Council but also the Council of the Twelve. The successes of your first two missions, your dedication and commitment to your jobs, as well as the hard work you both have put into everything you do or have set for yourselves to do, have stunned everyone. You have made everyone...including those who said you would never make it, proud, and you have BOTH earned this chance."
"What is it, Roark? Harry?" Apollo reached out to take the paper from Harry's lax fingers as he was closest to him,
"The Galactica," they both breathed.
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