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The Death Eater Clean Out	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from this story, I write for reviews and fun! I do not own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does; I just like to play with them, a lot, but I will return them afterwards.

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Chapter two – In Knockturn Alley

“Head Aur - Harry, there has been another murder. The Ministry believes we are dealing with a serial killer by now.” Percy´s morning bright voice rang behind Harry, startling him, as he hadn´t heard the man enter his office at all. Harry had finally convinced Percy to stop with the ridiculous title between them.

Harry took another sip of his scolding coffee hoping that would wake up his brain from vacation mode. “Pity the killer didn´t start with Voldemort, would have saved me a lot of trouble in my youth.” Harry stated.

People were still asking him for autographs, or to have their pictures taken with him from time to time, even now, five years after the bloody war. The Weasley family had been able to move on from the loss of Fred, the twins´ birthday and Christmas were still hard, but things were getting better and easier, especially after George had married Angelina.

Harry sat on top of his desk testing Percy´s reactions, he didn´t really mean to be so difficult around the Weasley, it was just something he was used to doing over the years, teasing the man for his perfection. Nobody should be perfect all the bloody time. Harry had considered last night a triumph, actually getting the redhead to eat Pizza without utensils, I mean, who did that, and drinking from a bottle. Harry was confident Percy had never done either before. He grinned inwardly planning secretly to push the man further, just to see what else he could get him to do next.

“So, who´s the new victim?” Harry glanced innocently into the blue orbs. They looked different today, Harry couldn´t really figure out why. Maybe softer? And why do I even care if they look different? Percy had picked up the photograph Harry had kept amongst the others on his desk; the people on it were the Dursleys.

“How do you get them to stand still in the pictures?” Percy said and shook the picture frame roughly, until Harry grabbed it and put it back onto his desk, behind the wizard´s pictures of the Weasleys and his friends.

Percy cleared his throat before answering Harry´s initial question. Concentrate. “Mr. McNair was found in Knockturn Alley an hour ago. He appears to have been murdered already late last night, however.”

Why is Perce not meeting my eyes much today? He´s acting strange. Harry pushed off the table, stupidly tripping over his shoelaces; one had apparently come lose so he stepped on it. He would have spilled his half cup of coffee and fallen flat on his face, had Percy not caught him in his arms. Harry laughed. “Sorry Perce, thanks for saving my arse,” Harry grinned as he straightened his back, Percy still held him. “Perce?” So close, Harry is so close to you. You can smell him, feel him and if you simply leaned you could – “Perce!” Harry waved a hand in front of the other´s face, causing Percy to startle and release Harry at once from his grip.

Oh god, what if he noticed, it would ruin everything, he will hate you and – “Hey,“ Harry´s hand was on Percy´s left shoulder and Percy held his breath. “You look – are you okay?”

“Fine. I´m fine Harry.” Percy turned his back to Harry and pulled himself together, he was working after all. “Stop smelling him, you fool.” Harry´s eyes widened and he took a step back. He smelled me? Harry took a sniff of his own odor. I showered, I smell great, why would he – nooo, he wouldn´t?

Harry licked his lips. He had faced Voldemort in a battle of life and death, surely, he could face Percy too, and it was only a question after all? “What did you say Perce?”

“I said I was fine Harry.” He faced Harry again. Clearly uncomfortable in his own skin, Harry noticed.

“No, not that, what you said after.” Harry bit his lip and Percy´s eyes shortly lingered there.

“I didn´t say more than that Harry.” Percy blinked in confusion.

Fuck - that meant that Percy hadn´t meant to say the last part aloud. Harry reasoned. Is he, could he really…? “We should get to the crime scene.” Harry stated and moved towards the door; Percy blinked and followed him shortly after.

*

“There was another note left behind Harry,” Percy handed him the piece of parchment he had found in McNair´s robes.

´It seems only fair the animals get to fight him back.´

Harry frowned and glanced to his left where Percy was standing. “Huh, I wonder what this means. Do you know?” The Weasley shook his head.

Say it now, before you chicken out. Come on, be a Gryffindor for once in your life. “Maybe we could talk about the case tonight, if you are not otherwise engaged?” Percy even dared to meet the green sparkling orbs, waiting for Harry´s answer to come.

“Um.” Alone with Percy again? It might be a chance to find out if my assumptions are correct about him fancying me. Of course, I should do it, it´s the only way to reject him. It would really be cruel to leave him lingering in the unknown. “Sure Perce, my place at 6?” Percy flushed slightly, but simply nodded.

They both turned to stare at the body behind them. McNair was bound to a tree, his eyes were pinned open with what appeared to be a Dark arts gluing spell that very few knew the counter spell to, Percy explained, and from the smell of it, fish guts had been poured into the victim´s eyes. “That´s disgusting,” Percy cringed his nose at the vile smell coming from the corpse. “The birds have eaten his eyes while he was alive, the healer said, he bleed to death, painfully.”

Harry looked around the crime scene for further clues while asking his next question. “Nobody heard anything?”

“No, there were no witnesses; a silencing spell must have been cast on him.” Harry nodded in understanding. That would have been smart of the killer.

“Right, why don´t we split up, I will search for any potential witnesses and you will question the healer as well as the Aurors who got here first, see you later at my place?” Percy nodded and immediately got to work; this was what he lived for, to be useful.

*

Harry was running late. He had stopped by Hermione and Ron´s house to catch up on the vacation stories this afternoon. They had returned yesterday themselves, due to Hermione´s check-up at the hospital. After Harry´s departure, Hermione had had a miscarriage. The entire Weasley family was devastated of course, and Molly and Arthur had insisted on going home also, but Hermione had begged then for privacy instead. She wanted to deal with this first together with her husband.

Ron and she had been in Austria a week more than the others had. Hermione had wanted to settle in and see a couple of architectural sights and museums, which Ron refused, so they had split up for two days doing their own thing - much to both their pleasures. No point in dragging the other along to boring explorations and nagging about it, yes, Hermione had indeed changed since Hogwarts.

Harry was humming as he finished his shower and he turned off the steaming hot water. Grabbing a towel to wrap around his private parts, he cast a tempus and noticed he still had half an hour until Percy´s arrival. His hair was a mess he noticed in the mirror, he was grinning to himself, seeing his two best friends always made him feel good, even if the circumstances were grim.

He descended the stairs to fetch the newly washed boxers he had forgotten to bring with him upstairs. He found them where he had left them in the living room and he almost let the towel fall to the ground before yelping in surprise at seeing Percy standing there. “Fuck Perce, you scared me, you´re early!” Percy´s eyes took in the gorgeous almost naked sight named Harry Potter. The toned muscles with a small amount of dark hair spread wide across his chest, the marked abs, the slim hips, what must be a firm arse if the damn towel wasn´t blocking the view – Percy´s eyes lingered at Harry´s groin, almost as if expecting the piece of cloth to disappear if he looked long enough.

Harry grinned. Oh yeah, he totally fancies me. Which is a bad thing really. Harry cleared his throat and Percy jerked out of his trance meeting his eyes. Percy turned a scarlet shade and turned away from Harry. “I´m sorry to be here early, I brought food and thought – I´m sorry.”

“It´s fine Perce, I´ll just go upstairs to get dressed. Mind setting the table, then we can eat when I get back?” Percy nodded but didn´t move further than that. Harry grinned again and ran up-stairs.

*

“Never had Chinese before, it´s quite good.” Harry stated as he leaned back in the chair feeling full. His hand played with the butterbeer while stealing a glance at Percy, the man had been very quiet tonight throughout dinner.

“It´s my favorite, but you mustn´t tell mom that, she would be disappointed in me.” Percy still sat there stiff as a board. Harry´s back ached just looking at it.

“Let´s sit on the couch; these chairs are hard on the rear.” Harry smiled as he walked ahead, and Percy followed him after a moment´s time, Percy was thinking again. “Molly won´t mind you liking other food than hers, you know. Why are you always so afraid of being honest?” Harry asked when Percy finally sat down beside him, making sure that a third person could easily fit between them. Harry was finding Percy easier to speak with, the redhead was really beginning to loosen up around him, thank god. Please don´t let the annoying Percy back.

“I never lie.” He said affronted.

“Of course you don´t, but that´s not the same thing as being honest, speaking your mind. You´re a grown man Perce, you´re entitled to have your own opinions.” Harry shrugged taking a swig of the beer.

Percy fiddled with his own bottle, which he had been drinking from, much to Harry´s enjoyment, thinking over his reply. “There is no reason to say things, knowing it might upset others.”

Harry snorted, “So you´ll rather let other´s decide what´s important? That´s a Hufflepuff trade Perce.” Percy flinched at the insult.

“Maybe I was not meant to be a Gryffindor, I always did wonder –“

“Alright, enough of that.” Harry had had enough. “No work tomorrow because of the weekend, so we´re getting pissed on fire whiskey.”

“I don’t –“

“Either that or work the case solo.” Harry warned.

Percy huffed, his arm resting on the side of the couch. “You can´t keep using blackmail.”

Harry grinned before standing up to fetch the whiskey. “You´re the one that needs me, not the other way around Perce.” He went to the kitchens, leaving the redhead behind to curse at himself. He´s playing you just like everyone else. “Here we are - why don´t we make it fun, huh? Truth or dare - haven´t played that since my seventh year.” Harry laughed as he poured the liquor into two glasses and handed one to Percy.

“Don´t you think that´s rather juvenile Harry? We´re in our twenties after all.” Percy tasted the drink and coughed slightly. Harry drank too before speaking.

“I figure it´s the only way to get to know the real Perce.” He winked and Percy nearly let the glass slip from his grasp. He decided to put it down on the table beside the couch and placed his hands into his lap, folded of course.

“Fine, I´ll go first. Truth or dare Harry?” Harry´s eyes shone with mischief.

“The rules are like always – if you refuse to answer you owe me a favor, any favor.” Percy nodded. This was exactly why he never played this game, could you imagine what that sort of thing could be worth in the wrong hands? What if he was asked to do something illegal? Being a wizard and agreeing to terms in a game was binding, like an oath.

“Truth.” Harry took a sip, waiting patiently for his question.

“Why don´t you want to work with me?” The question sounded.

Fuck, this will end badly. Harry ducked his head. Percy´s eyes followed Harry´s movements. “Did you know that every time you drink liquor you lose 5 minutes of your life?”

“Really?” Harry swallowed two more drinks, hoping to drown Percy out, but alas, he still sat there waiting for his response. “Because I think you´re a know-it-all who gets high on bragging, and half the time I don´t understand what the hell you´re on about.” Harry finally ranted off, Percy blinked.

“I just like to share my knowledge, I would never brag intentionally.” Harry saw the honesty and determination written all over Percy´s face. Huh, that´s not how I imagined him at all.

“Truth or dare Perce?” Harry emptied his glass and re-filled it; he was so getting plastered, if he was going to do this with Perce. They had already gone over what little new there was about the case, now Harry wanted to get beyond that, he wanted to see if Percy would admit to liking him.

“Dare.” Crap - what now?

The dare came to Harry a minute later and he threw it at Percy. “Tell me something important and private about you that you never told anyone before.” Ha – I got you, come on admit it! Percy took his time sipping the drink slowly. Harry wondered if he felt even half as uncomfortable as he looked and grinned inwardly. Harry raised his glass to his lips to hide his grin that was now beginning to surface.

“I had sex with Malfoy.” Harry spluttered and coughed violently. Oh god it burns, breathe Harry, breathe.

“You what?” Harry managed to squeak out after a couple of attempts. “Draco or Lucius?” Percy´s eyebrow rose.

“You only get one dare and I gave you my answer.”

“Oh come on Perce, this is fucking good –“

“Too bad Harry. Truth or dare?” Who is this Percy? I want to meet him more often. Harry tried to protest further but Percy would not budge. Harry scowled. How the hell did that happen? And was it one or the other? Oh god, how – why?

“Dare.” He met Percy´s gaze.

The older male smiled. “Fire call Oliver Wood and ask him out, on a date.”

“Oh come on, that´s not right!” Harry whined.

“He´s single now after his divorce and he always liked you, you know.” Percy said fatter-of-factly.

“Well forget it! I´m not doing it!” Harry stated, causing Percy to grin.

“Then you owe me.” Harry paled then.

“Wait – I´ll.” Harry began apologetically.

“Oh no Harry, Rules are rules. You declined and therefore you owe me.” Percy emptied his glass. “I quite like this game, I think.” Harry mumbled to himself and scowled. This was not how the hell it was supposed to go!

Lanie: Gosh, I was so nervous posting this story – you have become my worst critic, because you are my favorite author on-boards! But I do hope you will always be honest with me, how else will I improve my writing skills? ;-) Really, I had trouble coming up with Dark curses that would seem appropriate to each victims – because, yes, there will be more victims! The curses had to fit each Death eater and the note left behind. I was also nervous because this pairing is not generally one most would like, which I can tell by the ratings so far, but I cannot not write my stories when they ´come to me´, and even if only one person loves it, it will be worth it for me. And no, Harry will not murder Percy – I think, still working on the final chapters!

Kain: Thank you. So glad you enjoyed my first chapter, and I really do hope I can give you more chapters to like too. Lucius, huh? That was a qualified guess – if it is Lucius, I will not reveal it now, so you´ll have to hang on tight, but I really am impressed by your reasoning! And to answer your question, everyone that ever took the Mark or agreed with Voldemort at any given time will be a target.
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