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Toonie\'s Love	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 50454 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Beta'd by the amazing Tenchi. Love you, woman, you're the best!

With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

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Chapter 18

As he shut the door to their bedroom, Sirius grinned. Thankfully, PJ was not only up, but mostly dressed, looking like he was ready to go. There was some kind of music going, though not overly loud. While he didn't recognize the piece, assuming it was Muggle music of some sort as PJ liked to listen to some of it to relax, it wasn't horrific sounding.
After shutting the door behind him, Sirius gave an approving nod to how his godson was dressed. Very nice Muggle jeans, a simple white button down shirt and dragon-hide boots. On the bed was a nice dragon-hide jacket that matched the boots. PJ's hair was lying flat and was all in place. While he wasn't dressed up or fancy, he looked quite nice in something that gave him a more 'normal' appearance though hinted at success, the perfect combination. It also seemed to convey a comfort and ease with himself. Over the years he'd seen a few authors at signings. Many of them were eccentric and dressed in completely off the wall shite to make themselves look unique. As far as he was concerned, the only thing that managed to convey was that they were full of themselves and their own importance, something quite off-putting. Others liked to rub their success in the unwashed masses faces with expensive clothes. PJ wasn't doing either and looked normal. Good!
Since it was about an hour before they needed to arrive at the bookstore, he had come up to make sure PJ was as ready as he could get. It was good he was prepared. Taking a seat on the bed as PJ made sure he had what he needed, he asked, “You ready?” He assumed, but wanted to make sure. Then he grinned and added, “You look damned nice, too!”
“Thanks,” PJ told him with a bit of a sheepish grin. “Figured if I was going to do this, I might as well be comfortably dressed.” With a sigh, he gave a nod, “I think I am. I've got everything I need in my backpack. My publisher said there will be a couple reporters there. If you could, make sure the one from the Prophet doesn’t get close. After what they've pulled, I'm not talking to them. And if it's Skeeter, I want her out, if you can at all manage.”
“We'll take care of that,” Sirius assured him with a feral grin. “From what Alastor told us, the store has given you power over who can come in and who can't. I'm gathering that's a rather standard bit.” Seeing PJ nod, having heard from Alastor that was to keep the authors safe from some fans that were more than a tad over the top in their hero worship, he added, “We'll make damned sure that the store knows Skeeter, and anyone else from the Prophet, isn't allowed through the front doors. I'm sure they'll get why. From what we know, there'll be other reporters, so it's not a huge problem for you not to make it in the papers.”
“It’s my understanding Witch Weekly and a couple others will be there. That's fine. I'll talk to them without a problem,” PJ told him, sitting down with a groan and putting his backpack by his jacket. “Is everything else you lot wanted, like the Portkey, in place?”
“We've got it,” Sirius assured him. “Alastor and the others are waiting downstairs for us. He has it. Nothing too off with it as it's an old notebook, something that won't look odd for you to have. Just keep it in your pocket. If something goes pear shaped, nudge me, as I'm sticking to you like there is a charm on us, then use it.”
“Oh, no problem getting me to do that bit,” PJ told him with a chuckle and shake of his head. “And I'm wearing the jacket through the whole signing. It might end up a tad hot, but it's got every shielding charm I could have added on it. Not to mention the natural resistance dragon-hide has for spells. Better safe than sorry on that end. I've also managed to get across to Poe to keep an eye out for anything. He's a bird, I get that, but he's not dumb. If he starts going off, and not in the normal way, we need to vacate the premises, fast.”
“I'll keep an eye out for him,” Sirius nodded. “Alastor wants me seated real close to you through the whole to-do, so I'll keep watch on him and the crowds, both. You just worry about what you're doing and let the rest of us tend to keeping you safe.”
“It's not as easy as that,” PJ told him with a chuckle. Then he added, “But I'll try.”
“Just remember that you're safe,” Sirius reassured him. “There are plenty of us that will be in the store. Alastor alone will make sure he's seen. Most aren't foolish enough to tangle with him as he was a well known Auror. The DMLE has a few people assigned to the Alley itself. That's one of their new plans when it comes to big events after that nightmare in Hogsmeade. So, they'll keep watch out there. The phones are all programmed and everyone that's there to protect you knows how to use them. It might not be as safe as some of the other signings you've done, but we're making it as protected as we can get it. Nothing to worry about. Let us handle that end and you tend to yours.”
“I'll give it a go, don't worry,” PJ admitted with a sigh. “Used to making sure I'm checking over my shoulder, what with my other job. If it's not busy, it'll be even worse. Let's hope it is as that will keep me distracted enough.”
“Let us handle the one end and you take care of yours,” Sirius reiterated, clapping him on the back. “That's all you need to worry about. We're not going to let anything stupid happen.” Then, to lighten the mood, he added, grinning, “And you're going to get some practice before you go!” Seeing a questioning look on PJ's face, he continued, “Plenty of the Order members bought your book. You have a whole stack to sign waiting on the kitchen table. Should get your hand ready for the bookstore.”
A sheepish grin on his face, PJ nodded, “I can do that.”
“It'll keep you busy, trust me! It's a big stack, PJ!” Sirius laughed. Nudging him, he then said, “Let's go down, get you something to eat then everyone can run through just what we're doing. Alastor has a map of the store that will pinpoint just where everyone will be. He also wants you to know just what we're doing so you're comfortable with it.” That was a standard old Auror trick; going over it enough that it was automatic when it came to protecting someone. The more comfortable you were with your role, the less you would have to think about it and could react automatically if something off came up.
“Right, we can do this,” PJ told him, getting a tad more uptight as the time approached. Though excited about the signing itself and what could come of it, the mess going on had him plenty on edge as well. All he hoped was that it went off without a hitch and no major disaster happened.

So far the book signing hadn't been bad. It was busy, no doubt there, but nothing horrible had happened and there were no problems. PJ had given two very short interviews to a couple weekly papers, nothing that was huge, and he was doing well. That pleased Sirius. Despite the nerves going in over this, he was happy it was running smoothly.
The highlight of the whole bit so far had been that Skeeter herself had tried to get in to not only get an interview with PJ, but pictures of him. He had a sneaking suspicion that pictures of the two of them together were wanted as well. She hadn't made it in the door. The owner of the store himself had tossed her out then made it to where she couldn't get in or see through the windows. PJ had loved that, getting a good chuckle over the whole thing. Alastor had gone out to make sure she moved along with the help of some of the DMLE. From what the man told them, she was very unhappy with this turn of events. While he was sure there was something scathing coming in the Prophet the following day over the mess, it would be balanced out by what the other papers ran. The two that had talked to PJ were quite nice and very polite, asking questions about his books and whatnot, staying away from the personal areas. They needed that rather than the focus being on the relationship. PJ handled it very well.
So far, though he was sitting close, he wasn't right next to PJ. They had decided he would sit slightly behind and just watch. Doing that gave him a perfect view of what was going on without intruding. Edgar was on his shoulder, alert and seeming to keep watch. Poe was on PJ's doing the same, though talking to the people that came up. Those that brought books for PJ to sign seemed interested in the bird and talked to him, something Poe appeared to adore. From what he observed, Poe was acting normally with him not taking exception to anyone. Good.
While he hadn't been sure what to expect with the book signing, he found it interesting. PJ was fairly relaxed, probably because he had done such bits before. His godson signed the books and talked a little with the people that came up to him, mostly women. He was giving a good internal chuckle at that because PJ seemed to have a way with them, turning on the charm and smiling to where they seemed to like him. It probably helped him because everyone seemed happy.
Alastor had been on the ball, walking around and keeping an eye on everyone. Good. A quick glance around told him that everyone they had recruited were in the places Alastor set up. Even better. It meant that all of them were keeping to the plan and staying out of PJ's way while staying alert.

As it drew down to the last half an hour of the signing, the crowds dwindled. Up until then it had been fairly busy with a steady flow into the shop. For the first hour there had been a line out the door. It pleased Sirius that it had gone so well and PJ obviously sold a lot of books. Many that brought them up to have them signed had all three of the titles and it seemed like the majority were brand new. Good! Plenty also asked about what he might have coming out in the near future. Even better as far as Sirius was concerned. The owner of the store, during slower times, had discussed the plots with PJ, obviously having read them. Sirius hoped that they could do this again for PJ in other places. And he was proud as hell of his godson for what he had accomplished.
After coming from the back with a butterbeer for both of them, Sirius handed PJ's over then slid his chair closer. “This went well,” he said, putting a hand on PJ's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “What do you say that all of us that were here go out and get a bite to eat after we're done.”
“We'll do that and my treat.” PJ told him. Before Sirius could say anything, he added, “Least I can do since everyone volunteered for this duty.”
“Good plan and we'll go with it,” Sirius nodded, smiling. Everyone would enjoy just relaxing after this. Though it wasn't stressful, it was just the idea and that they had to stay alert. “I know a couple good places we can go to just sit and shoot the shite for a time. They have good food, too. Pizza might be the way to go. Everyone likes that. A few pitchers of beer and they'll be happy.”
“Yes, we'll go with that,” PJ nodded, glancing up as the bell on the door rang. Like always, there appeared to be some stragglers coming in. Not a problem and nothing he didn't expect. Straightening up, he waited. There were only about four, but the last person in line made him furrow his brow. To him it seemed like something was off there. He wasn't sure what, though. It was a man, about his age, but he was looking around, almost like he was scoping out where everyone was, acting twitchy.
Once he signed the book for the first lady in line, smiling at her as she talked, Poe started cawing in a way he hadn't before. Giving Sirius a nudge, he muttered, as he waited for the next one to step up, “The last one in line. There's something off about the bloke. He's got a serious case of the twitches.”
Immediately straightening up and focusing on the one PJ mentioned, Sirius then sent off a signal for all those in the store. Edgar, too, had started making noises, so something was wonky with this one. “You have the Portkey handy, yeah?”
“It's in my pocket,” PJ muttered as he signed the next book. Already his body was tense and his danger signals were going off. He didn't like this, whatever it was. As he talked to the lady who was gushing over the book, trying to keep a smile on his face, he kept glancing at the dude, brow furrowed. There was something off there, but he wasn't sure what. This was bad news and he knew it.
“I don't like this,” PJ said as the bloke honed in on him, starting to grin.
“Neither do I,” Sirius said, standing, sending the clerk to get Alastor, fast. Whatever was going on wouldn't end well.
As the bloke stepped up to the table, he tossed one of PJ's books on it then said, his wand suddenly appearing, “The Dark Lord said to deliver a message to Sirius. Resisting him and thwarting his plans is a bad idea. And it's time for him to pay.” Then he shot off a point blank blasting curse stronger than anything taught in schools.
“Shite!” PJ muttered, ducking it and diving under the table, dragging Sirius with him as he stepped closer, wand out. Oh yes, this wasn't good!
“Fuck,” Sirius muttered, hearing an all out scramble going on. “Get the Portkey, we're leaving. Let them handle it. Reinforcements will be here shortly.”
PJ fumbled in his pocket for the Portkey as another blast went off, raining books down on them. After being struck in the head by a fairly large tome on Transfiguration, he was seeing stars, but trying to get the notebook out of his pocket.
Following a glance up after the shower of books, Sirius ground his teeth as he saw who it was; Draco Malfoy in disguise. And that wasn't good. Wherever Draco was, Daddy Lucius probably wasn't far behind, the same with some of the other high ranking ones. Hell was coming. Scooting closer to PJ, he reached out and fingered the bleeding wound on his temple. “Did a spell cause that or something else?” He wanted to heal it, but that could wait until they got home.
“Book,” PJ panted, getting the notebook out of his pocket. Whistling for Poe, he waited until the loudly cawing raven landed on his shoulder then Edgar did the same with Sirius. “We're out of here,” he muttered, about to finger the notebook to activate the Portkey. Making sure he had his backpack, his eyes widened as a very tell-tale green spell headed straight for them. Shutting his eyes, he activated it, praying it got them out of there before it hit.

Heart pounding rapidly, Sirius groaned as they landed on the floor in the front entryway of Grimmauld Place. Peeling himself off the hard flooring, his thoughts immediately went to PJ. A quick glance beside him, saw him there with both Poe and Edgar, eyes shut. They made it out. Once he scooted closer, he put a trembling hand on PJ's head and saw he was breathing. Thank fucking Merlin for that. “PJ? You all right?” He asked, voice quivering a tad.
With a groan, PJ opened his eyes and pushed himself up into a sitting position, shaking slightly. “I'm good. Didn't like meeting the floor that way, that's for damned sure, but just some bruises.” Reaching up to finger the throbbing cut, he winced. “Other than where the damned book hit me, that is.”
“Let's get into the kitchen and I'll get it fixed for you,” Sirius said, fully planning to check him over for anything else that might have hit. He didn't think either of them caught a spell, but he wanted to make damned sure. After standing, he helped PJ to his feet then guided him into the kitchen.
Once PJ was planted at the kitchen table, Sirius healed the cut on his temple then checked him over. Not seeing anything, he asked, “You hurt anywhere else?”
“Just some bruises from the cascade of books that came down on us. And some heavily jangled nerves,” PJ snorted, summoning a beer for both of them. After handing Sirius one, he cracked his open and took a good sized swallow. With a sigh, he then said, “Yeah, I'm now a target, aren't I?”
“Unfortunately,” Sirius groaned, taking a sip of his own beer. “Because it was you he was after, even with me being right there. I don't know what the hell that stunt hoped to accomplish, but he wasn't going to get you or me.”
“He almost did with that AK,” PJ told him quietly, shaking his head. “If we didn't have that Portkey, one of us would have been gone.”
“There is that,” Sirius admitted, scrubbing a hand over his face. “We got out, though, that's all that matters.” After another sip of beer, he said, voice quiet, “You're going to have to be careful from now on and probably take someone with you most places. Some should be fine, but keep an eye out.”
“Oh, don't worry about that,” PJ snorted, shaking his head. “That mess was enough to drive the point home. Trust me.” With a sigh, he slumped and groaned, “Well, it'll get me some publicity, won't it? Any little bit will help.” Then, with a trembling hand, he added, “I better call T and tell her what happened. If she sees it in the paper before I get with her, she's going to panic.”
“You need to,” Sirius nodded. “Just give yourself time to calm down.” Lowering his voice, though he knew no one was in the house, he added, “And get with Du Bois. I'm sure he'd love this.”
“He will,” PJ grinned, planning to do just that once he calmed down a bit. “When we get it together, I say we still order the pizza for everyone that helped. We just won't go out for it.”
“We can do that,” Sirius smiled, putting his hand on PJ's head and rubbing it.
“And I'm telling them thanks for this. I'm sure it's probably an all out battle by now.” PJ added, looking at Sirius.
“I'm sure it is as well,” Sirius agreed with a nod. As he kept his hand on PJ's head, he scooted closer to him then kissed him softly. While his heart rate was starting to slow, his blood pressure was still plenty high after that bit. When he broke it off, Sirius told him, “I'm going with you when you do bits like this from now on.”
“No arguments from me,” PJ chuckled softly. “I don't want to deal with something like that again if I can at all help it.”
“We'll do all we can to make sure it doesn't happen,” Sirius assured him. Pulling back when he heard the front door open, he sighed. He just hoped everyone was fine and there were no serious injuries.

After tossing the phone down on his desk, PJ gave a soft groan. He had just talked to Toonie, explaining what went on. She was, understandably, upset over it, though pleased they had worked out what to do beforehand. Of course, he made sure that he filled her in completely before the papers came out the following day and assured her that he was fine. And, as expected, she huffed a bit over it, though she was grateful that everyone made sure that he was safe and got out before it could get worse.
As he stared at his desk, he wasn't sure what to think. Despite swearing that he didn't want to get in the middle of this mess, he was. While it was good for getting stories that he could write or pass on, he didn't like being there. The attachment with Sirius pulled him in. No, he wasn't in the Order or in the center of the mess that way, but he was now a target the other side would go after. He hadn't wanted that.
Head going back with a groan, he scrubbed his hands through his hair and thought it over. In the past, he would have just left and moved on, putting it behind him. This time he wouldn't do that. He honestly didn't want to leave Sirius, despite the risks involved. For the first time he felt like he was home and was around people that cared about him. Toonie did, of course, but he hadn't really had a home before now.
Dropping his hands, he looked at his desk then sighed. What he needed to do was get in touch with Du Bois to let him know what happened. While he couldn't give an interview this time, he could point him the right direction to where he could talk to some people about what happened. He was also sure that plenty of the bystanders would be more than willing to talk about the mess. Then he could also give up some that was the truth, but would be a way to point him to where he needed to go so he didn't get pulled in.
However, as he was reaching for the phone, he grinned. The Prophet, for once, had nothing at all they could use. Normally, they were first on the scene and got the scoop. This time they hadn’t been allowed in the store. While he was sure that someone had been lingering in the Alley, they weren't going to be able to report on what went on in the store. That was wonderful.
Keeping that in mind, he grabbed the phone and called Du Bois. As he waited for him to answer, he thought about Sirius and smiled. It felt wonderful to have someone that loved him watch out for his well being and be there with him through all of this. That he hadn’t had before. Du Bois was a friend, but he wasn't like Sirius. Yeah, this he liked, a lot.
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