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Catching the Train	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 88961 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Chapter 2

Guiding Harry towards the Headmaster's office, making sure to keep a hand on his shoulder as he did, Sirius stopped and looked when he heard a familiar voice call his name. Seeing Kingsley coming towards them, he chuckled at the man's wide-eyed look. Giving Harry's shoulder a squeeze, he waited, figuring this would be important.

Looking at Sirius, wondering how in Merlin's name the man was even there, Kingsley then looked at Harry. Seeing the manic, almost deranged look in Harry's eyes, he shuddered. Something was really wrong. And he had to handle it. From what he knew, he was now Minister of Magic because he was next in line to take it on as the rest in the chain were dead. Shaking his head, he asked, “How are you here, Sirius?”

“I was waiting for Harry since I died,” Sirius told him bluntly. “We came back together.”

Nodding, eyes flitting to Harry again, shivering at what he saw, he didn't know what else to say. Staring at Harry, he swallowed thickly. He didn't know what was going on there, but he didn't like it. Clearing his throat unevenly, he glanced at Sirius, eyes wide.

“My wanted status--” Sirius said pointedly, looking at the man. That was something they needed cleared up, fast. He didn't want to go back to dealing with that nightmare. From what he knew, he was going to have enough problems as it was that he didn't need that nightmare added back in.

“I'll handle it,” Kingsley told him firmly. “We know just where Wormtail's body is. That's all it'll take. As I'm probably Minister now, I'll sign the pardon papers as soon as I get to the Ministry.” Eyes flitting to Harry again, he wanted to ask all kinds of questions about what was going on there. The Harry he had met over the years just didn't seem to be there anymore. There was something really wrong about this, but he didn't know what it was.

Sighing, seeing the look there and knowing what was causing it, as the look in Harry's eyes and on his face was enough to make everyone wonder, Sirius said quietly, though having a firm bent to it, “Tomorrow—yeah, I get this is a mess and you have plenty to handle, but we need you to come over to Grimmauld Place. Bring the form for a bonding as well. That's something I need you to do. I'll explain everything when you get there, I swear.”

Liking that he would get some answers to this, though confused about the bonding part, Kingsley told him, “I'll be there first thing in the morning.” Another glance at Harry, who was staring at him, something that was bloody unnerving, he said, “There's a lot to handle here. Rounding up the last of the Death Eaters, what to do with the Malfoys, all of it. I'll make time to be there, though.”

“Don't tell me the Malfoys are going to get off again?” Harry sneered, shaking his head, folding his arms over his chest.

“Not if I can at all help it,” Kingsley told him, tone hard. “We all saw what Draco acted like when you were brought into the Great Hall. He actually hugged that evil creature and was happy.”

“Yeah, well, he tried to capture us to hand us over to him, too,” Harry snarled, eyes flashing, the hand holding his wand twitching.

“If you'll testify in court to that, we'll have a better leg to stand on,” Kingsley told him. Though something was wrong here, Harry was the great hero. If he would do that, they could manage plenty.

“No problem. I'll do it,” Harry told him firmly.

“Good,” Kingsley said with a sigh of relief. “I'll make sure everyone knows. That will help.”

Giving Harry's shoulder a squeeze, Sirius said, knowing he had to get Harry out of here before someone set him off, “We have to talk to a painting. Then we're headed to Grimmauld Place. I'm going to lock the wards down when I get there so we're left alone. That's part of what I'll explain tomorrow. Just—keep everyone away until we talk. I'll handle it after that.”

“I'll manage,” Kingsley told him with a firm nod. Lowering his voice and shaking his head sadly, he said, “There's a lot to do. So many died.” Looking at Sirius, he added, softly, “Including Remus and Tonks.” He wasn't sure if the man knew, but wanted to make sure so he didn't find out another way.

“I know,” Sirius told him quietly with a sad shake of his head. He wasn't sure what to say about that. His old friend's death bothered him, but not as much as it would have in the past. He supposed that was because of where he had just come from. Plus, there were other bits to concentrate on. Mourning would come later. So would the pain from losing him he supposed. Now, though, there were other things to attend to. “We'll talk more about this tomorrow. We have something to handle then are getting out of here. I know plenty probably want to see and talk to Harry, but that's not a good idea at this point.”

Seeing the look on Harry's face and in his eyes, Kingsley nodded several times. There was something very wrong there and it was best that he not be around. “I'll just tell everyone he left with you. That should stall it. As we have a ton to work on here, it won't be a big deal.”

Nodding to that, Sirius put his hand on Harry's back and started to guide him towards the office, saying, over his shoulder, “We'll talk more tomorrow.” Hearing the confirmation, he guided Harry away.

Stepping over the rubble, Sirius kept a firm hand on Harry. He was sure his godson would be fine with him and no one bothering them, but he wanted to make certain. Looking down at the wand Harry was clutching, he said, softly, “That's the famous Elder Wand. What are you going to do with it?” He knew plenty would want to get their hands on that thing if they knew just what it was.

Lifting the wand and looking at it, Harry grinned then said, “It's mine now. I'm keeping it. For all the hell I went through, I think I earned it, don't you?”

“It's yours,” Sirius nodded, not sure what to think of this. “Let's see if we can't disguise what it is and make it look like your old wand to save problems.”

“I still have that. Maybe we can wrap the wood from it around this one,” Harry suggested, looking in his direction.

“That I think we can manage,” Sirius told him firmly, pleased with that. What he didn't need was someone coming after Harry for that powerful wand and trying to get it away from his godson. That wouldn't end well if someone gave that a shot. And he didn't need them even trying. Disguising what it was would be for the best.

Reaching the moving staircase that led to the Headmaster's office, Sirius stepped on it with Harry, starting to grin at what they were about to do. This would be good. The old man—yeah, he was about to learn the totality of the mistakes he made and he was going to love to see the expression on his painted face when he learned just what he had done.

Ushering Harry into the office, hearing the chaos from the paintings and clapping, he focused on Dumbledore's portrait, an evil grin on his face. Seeing the 'man' clapping, teary eyed, he moved Harry towards the painting, ignoring the gasps when the paintings realized just who he was. Stepping as close to the painting as he could, he said, eyes locked on Dumbledore, “Look at him, Harry.” Grinning manically, he then said, “Look at him, Albus. Focus on his eyes.”

Albus was about to praise Harry for handling the situation so well when he looked into his eyes. His own widening, he shook his head unable to look away, almost horrified at what he was seeing.

That grin still on his face, Sirius said, “You screwed up, in a big way, old man. One would think you would have learned from your mistakes. It's apparent you didn't, though.”

Sputtering, Albus asked, “How did this happen?”

Nudging Harry, keeping a hand on his shoulder, Sirius asked, “Were you innocent, Harry?”

Glaring at the painting clutching tightly to his wand, Harry snorted, “No.”

“How?” Albus asked, not sure what to think or inquire about.

“How? Because you can never really know what someone is like when they are alone, Albus!” Sirius snarled at him. “You should have known that!” Looking at Harry, he asked, “Who was it? Care to tell him?”

“His name was Roger and he was amazing,” Harry chuckled, still glaring at the painting. “He was the only friend I ever had in Little Whinging.”

“No,” Albus muttered, his painted face going pale. “Oh, no!” He said, the dawning horror of what he unleashed now fully hitting him.

“Oh, yes,” Sirius chuckled with a nod. “You get what you've done, don't you?”

Staring at Harry, Albus listened to the mutterings of the other paintings. They knew plenty of what was going on because of him and Severus. This, though—he didn't want them to hear about. The ramifications—oh, Merlin, no! Tearing his eyes away from Harry and the look in his eyes, he said, “Down in the dungeons, in the alcove by the Slytherin dorms, there is a painting of dragons flying. Meet me there. We need to talk, Sirius.”

“Oh, you better believe we do,” Sirius snarled, eyes flashing. Giving Harry's shoulder a squeeze, he said, “We'll meet you there. Make sure no one follows.”

“I will,” Albus said with a nod.

“Come on, Harry,” Sirius said and began to guide his godson away.

Standing in front of the painting in the small alcove, Sirius put up a privacy ward to keep anyone that might come down away. He doubted, with the chaos that was happening in the castle, that anyone would. It was just to be sure was all. Staring at the painting, waiting, he held Harry close to him. Glancing down at his godson, he said, quietly, “After we're done here, we're getting out and going home.”

“Good,” Harry said, leaning against him. The darkness in him—it felt amazing and there was so much he wanted to do and people he wanted to 'talk' to about so much. He wouldn't, though. No, he was going to stay with Sirius like he said he would.

“No one is going to bother us, I promise,” Sirius assured Harry. He had to make damned sure plenty of this was attended to before someone took it in their head to try to talk to his godson. That wouldn't end well. It was his hope that Kingsley could keep everyone away. They would have to deal with them eventually, but he hoped like hell that he could get enough in place to keep what was now there hidden from most. He was just going to have to work with Harry to make sure he could put on a front of him being his 'normal' self for a while. It wouldn't be easy, but the two would manage somehow. After that, he would take on dealing with the rest, like his friends and Ginny. If he had planned it right, something he had been working on for the last couple of years while waiting for Harry, they could just drift apart, or they would be mad at Harry for basically marrying him instead of Ginny. Either choice was good with him.

Looking at the painting, seeing the dragons flying around in the background, Harry said, “Want me to get Kreacher and send him ahead to clean up?”

“Yeah, you might want to do that. Have him clean out the room I was staying in. That'll be big enough for the two of us,” Sirius told him.

Calling Kreacher, Harry was pleased when he popped up almost immediately. Looking at the elf, he said, “Head to Grimmauld Place and clean up the room that Sirius was using for the two of us. After that, you can stay there. We'll be home shortly, to stay for good.”

Nodding vigorously, Kreacher was about to reply when his eyes lit on Sirius. Huge eyes widening, he trembled, not sure what to make of this.

Grinning, Harry said, “He's back. We'll be staying together.”

“M-m-master Harry?” Kreacher stammered out, looking at Harry. He liked Master Harry and wanted to serve him, not Master Sirius.

Snorting, Sirius said, “Harry's still your master. We can keep it that way. So, you'll answer to him.” Though he knew that Kreacher was part of the reason for what happened to him, he didn't care. He had plenty of other things to worry about besides the elf.

Though still wide-eyed at what he was seeing, the elf popped away after a bow.

“That's handled,” Harry said, leaning back against Sirius. “He'll at least have everything cleaned up for us so we don't have to worry about it.”

“I have other things in mind for us to do. Cleaning would be way down on the list,” Sirius chuckled, giving Harry a squeeze and grinning roguishly. He was about to press on, pondering another snogging session, when the still pale Albus slid into the painting. Not letting loose of Harry, Sirius snorted then waited to see what the old goat had to say.

Looking at Harry, who was glaring at him malevolently, Albus swallowed thickly, horrified and feeling ill with himself, then looked at Sirius. “You have to stay with him, Sirius. He can't—no, being on his own is a bad idea. If you came back with him, what I'm assuming happened, you need to help.”

“I don't need a babysitter,” Harry snarled at the painting, fingering his wand.

Giving Harry a squeeze, Sirius told him, “Calm down. I'll handle this.” Snorting, he shook his head and looked at Albus, “Don't give me orders. I'm done taking them from you. The last time I did it ended with the debacle of me going through the Veil, Albus. Since then, I've realized just how many mistakes you made and what you've done over your time. So, no, I'm not listening to anything you have to say. However, Harry agreed to give himself to me before we came back. I'm going to have Kingsley bind us together tomorrow when he comes over.”

“Good,” Albus told him with a vigorous nod, somewhat relieved. “That's for the best. You can keep certain—urges under control.”

“I plan to,” Sirius snorted. Glaring at the painting, he said, “Are you finally done playing with people's lives, Albus? Have you screwed enough of them up for your tastes? Or helped make it to where they died? Or are you going to continue on? Look at Harry, Albus. This is the cost of one of your mistakes. I'm another. There are plenty more. You just assumed that you knew better than all of us. Then you hid the truth. That prophecy—us guarding it—it was bullshite. It meant nothing. Then keeping Harry in the dark and avoiding him rather than telling him what the problem was is another. What did that lead to, Albus? The same with all the rest. This is the cost of your mistakes and you kept right on going, thinking you knew better than the rest of us.”

Looking sad, Albus glanced between the two then said, “I made mistakes, Sirius. I admit that.”

“Your mistakes aren't fixable, Albus,” Sirius snapped. “Harry—you can't fix that. None of us can. You can't undo what you did to me. I fixed that. Now Harry and I will work on his end. This is your fault, Albus. All of it. You never learned from your mistakes. Are you going to keep right on going even as a painting?”

Shaking his head, Albus said, “I'm sorry isn't enough to undo this, that I know.”

“It's not even a start,” Sirius snorted.

“Not even close,” Harry said coldly, glaring at the painting.

“I realize this now,” Albus said, looking between the two, feeling plenty guilty. “I should have known better than assuming so much.”

“Yes, you should have,” Sirius snarled. “How many lives did you screw up because you thought you knew best? We're just two of them. While the end result is what you planned, you didn't have the right to move living people around like pawns on a chessboard, Albus. And your 'I know best' and not realizing you can never truly know what someone does when alone has cost plenty almost everything. Harry had the right to keep parts of his life private. And you didn't have the right to assume you knew everything about him. Then you didn't have the right to play with his life and send him to his death. Now you see what the consequences of that are.”

“I do,” Albus admitted, looking down. Shaking his head, he didn't know what to say, guilt and horror twisting in his painted guts.

“A pig to slaughter--,” Harry started, glaring at the man. Lifting his wand, he pointed it at the painting and snarled, “You should be thankful you're not alive, old man. I was not a means to an end.”

“No, you weren't,” Albus said, looking at Harry, shivering at what he saw in the young man's eyes, horrified by it and the ramifications of what it meant. “I should have—there were things I could have done differently.”

“Should have done differently,” Sirius corrected, putting his hand on Harry's arm and having him lower his wand. “I know what you unleashed in Harry, Albus. You helped create Voldemort. Now you've done it again. Only this time it'll play out differently. That I guarantee. He won't go down that path. And he will always have someone that loves and only cares about him around. I'll be there for him in a way you prevented me from doing for so long. Because, let's face it, if I had been around, none of your schemes would have played out, would they? Wasn't that part of what you wanted? To make sure that Harry didn't have that and wanted to please everyone, doing the 'right' thing?”

Looking at Sirius, Albus didn't know what to say. After a few moments, he sighed then admitted, “I did that, yes. This had to end, Sirius. I just didn't know that Harry wasn't innocent. If I had, things would have been done differently.”

“It wasn't your right to know,” Harry snapped, glowering at him. “I had a right to a life and to do what I wanted! I didn't know you. That was obvious from Skeeter's book. And you didn't know me as well as you thought! I didn't love, Ginny. I wanted her for something else. To belong to a family was the attraction. Something you made sure I never had. What I was attracted to was something different. I had the right to be that way and for you not to know! You didn't have the right to set me up to die, thinking you knew what was best and how it would come out.”

“You're right,” Albus told him softly, not looking at Harry, more guilt curdling his gut. “The mistakes I made—I can't undo them.”

“No, you can't. You can't go back and fix this, Albus. And you can't manipulate the present to help. Stay out of it. All of it. Leave people alone,” Sirius snapped, glaring at him. “It's time it stopped. If you even think about trying that again, remember what you see in Harry now. That should be more than enough to curb your impulses to meddle. How much more evil are you going to unleash on us because 'you know best'? We don't need any more wars, Albus. The last two were bad enough.”

Looking between the two, Albus sighed. Shaking his head sadly, he said, “Yes, perhaps it's time I realized my own failings and curb my impulses to help. Advice—I can give that, but I don't think I need to help in other ways.”

“And that's after the dragons escaped their pens and shutting the gates, isn't it?” Sirius snorted, shaking his head.

“I'll concede this,” Albus admitted, looking down, more guilt building over what was said. Sighing, he shook his head then said, “Tell Kingsley to come talk to me before you go. I'll fill him in on just what I did and caused. That way you don't have to explain it all. I give you my word that I won't leave anything out to cover up my mistakes.” Looking back up and gazing at Harry, he asked, “You have a plan in place to handle this, Sirius?”

“I do and Harry's agreed to it. We did that before we came back,” Sirius said. Quietly, he said, though his tone was deadly, “And I have no plans to tell you what it is. We'll work it out together without any more of your meddling, Albus. I know what I'm doing. That's all you need to know on the topic.”

“Understood,” Albus sighed, looking old and sad. “I'm sorry,” he said, softly, but honestly. “That applies to both of you. I truly am. My mistakes and arrogance have cost both of you so much. There is no making up for that.”

“No, there isn't,” Harry told him coldly, glaring at him.

“There isn't, Albus,” Sirius agreed. “And this is the last time you'll see either of us. One hint that you are trying your meddling again and I'm going to make damned sure that the world knows just what you've done and what your 'mistakes' brought about. Do we understand each other?”

“We do,” Albus nodded, looking at Sirius sadly.

“I'm not playing, Albus,” Sirius told him in a hard, cold tone. “That's over.”

“Understood,” Albus said, looking between the two.

After one last glare, seeing a sad look on Albus' face, Sirius gave Harry a squeeze then began to lead them away. He wanted to get home. That's all there was to it. There was much to do there and plenty more to work out.

Just before he and Harry were at the front doors, pleased that they had been able to avoid everyone, Sirius stopped cold. Clutching Harry close, he watched as Kingsley and a couple of others led Lucius, Narcissa and Draco out, all in cuffs. That made him grin a little. Seeing Kingsley look at him, an eyebrow up, he motioned the man over. Quietly, he passed on Albus' message to go talk to him. While doing that, he made sure to keep an eye on Harry, who had a slightly malevolent grin on his face.

Seeing Draco look at him, Harry grinned bigger. “All these years you've threatened me with what that evil idiot would do and made it clear how you looked up to him. Was it worth it, Draco? Was he worth all of this and what you saw of him?” He asked, tone almost sadistically sneering.

Looking at Potter, brow furrowed, Draco didn't know what to say. He wasn't allowed to answer either. The Aurors that were surrounding them began to lead them out at Kingsley's prompting. As he went, Draco looked over his shoulder at Potter, not sure about what he was seeing.

“Maybe, for once, there might be justice there,” Harry snorted, watching them go. That he liked seeing.

Finishing up conferring with Sirius, Kingsley looked at Harry and shook his head. Quietly, he said, “That wasn't called for, Harry.”

Glaring at Kingsley, Harry snapped, “Yes, it was! I had to put up with that crap since we started school. Don't feed me that poor Draco line! He had a choice like all the rest of us did. All it came down to was he made the wrong one. People need to stop protecting and excusing him for that! He could have gone to someone to get help. His parents are adults. They could handle themselves, he didn't need to protect them from their own mistakes. And if they cared so much about him, they would have abandoned that home and run. If Lucius wanted to follow that evil idiot, Narcissa should have taken her son away to protect him. That's what most caring mothers would have done if they truly loved their child. Instead, the two decided to let him have at it and still follow the evil git. It was their choice!”

Looking at Harry, Kingsley thought that over then sighed. Nodding, he said, “You're right. I don't suppose anyone thought about it that way. We'll handle him from here. I promise you that he'll go on trial.”

“That'll be a first; true justice when it comes to him,” Harry snorted, shaking his head.

Not wanting this to get worse, Sirius began to guide Harry towards the door. “Come on. Let's go home.”

Glaring over his shoulder at the stunned looking Kingsley, Harry didn't say anything else. Instead, he let Sirius lead him out.

Though Harry could Apparate himself, Sirius pulled him close, the two of them facing each other. Knowing Kingsley was the only one around, he pulled Harry into a kiss. Then, while their lips were locked, he Apparated them away.
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