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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 turned his head to look at him, his eyes meeting the icy, light blue gaze. "Did I try to reason with him? No, Sir, I did not. Riddle was like a rabid Lupus at that point, and you cannot, as I'm sure you are aware, reason with a rabid animal of any kind. Besides, it would have been useless to even try. Riddle had already made it clear what he intended to do at that point."
"Which was what, exactly, Lieutenant?"
"Kill me. Kill my brother. Kill my team. Then he planned to use little Kody to restart that Pleasure house Harry and I burned to the ground. We couldn't...NO. We would NOT allow that to happen. Rodolphus and Rabastan only revealed themselves after I had further antagonized Riddle with the fact that surely he had to know that we had not come alone. That the warriors we had brought with us, but had sent out on recon, would have reported back to Major Alexei, and Lt. Colonel Aiden that we had missed our check-in. They knew where we were going, and would have told them so. I told him they would be coming for us."
"So you killed him."
Roark wanted to snort at that but quickly controlled the urge. If barely. "Of course not, Sir," he answered quickly. "How, may I ask, was I supposed to do that when Rodolphus still had my laser in his belt? Captain Ardyn had, somehow, managed to get ahold of several of the knives that Rodolphus had specially made. We suspected at the time that he may have stolen them from the weapon's master that makes them, but we were never able to get any definitive proof as to that, and I guess it doesn't really matter now."
"Perhaps not," Raphael spoke up for the first time from his place near the middle of the table, "but for argument's sake, did you...did Harry, and the members of your team believe that Captain Ardyn had stolen those knives?"
"Yes, Sir, we did. How else would he have been able to get his hands on them? Rodolphus certainly wouldn't have given any to him." A sudden, almost vindictive smirk twisted his lips as amusement began to dance in his eyes, remembering Rodolphus' fury when he found out. "In FACT, Rodolphus WAS rather furious about the whole thing."
"Was he?"
"We'll get back to that, Raphael," Admiral Roark spoke up then. "Go on with the details of what led to their deaths, Lt. Roark."
"Yes, Sir," he said, looking around the table, gauging the reactions of those seated there as he attempted to gather his now scattered thoughts. "At that point everything seemed to happen at once, leaving me with no time to think, only to react, and react is what I did. Ardyn had pulled a knife he had hidden in his weapons belt...much like I do," he said, hand going down to draw a blade free of its sheath and lay it on the table before him.
"Is that---" he gasped, sitting forward quickly, green eyes sharpening as he stared at the small dagger avariciously. And he was not, by any means, the only one to do so.
A grin. "Yes, Schyler, it IS one of Rodolphus' blades. I have a total of nine of them hidden on me, just as Harry has those shuriken's that Rabastan gave him on him."
Raphael sat forward. "Stand," he ordered him. "I've seen how Harry has pockets where those shuriken are placed, but knives are a whole different matter. They're bigger and a whole lot harder to hide."
That got him a raised brow. "Are they?" he asked, a note of something in his tone that had the Durin's thinking, oh, oh, he's up to something. They watched as Roark pushed his chair back, got to his feet, and stepped out from behind the table, looking up at Raphael with a grin. "Shall we make a bet that you can't find all of them, Raphael?"
His dark brow shot up as several chuckles sounded. Those had been Harry's exact words as well when he had challenged Raphael to find the ten shuriken he had hidden on him.
Raphael had lost that bet, just as, they all suspected, he was about to lose this one. Those Peverell Potter boys were far too unpredictable for anyone's comfort. "Challenge accepted," he said. "The one on the table came out of your holster behind your laser."
"It did. Easy enough to see. The others?" he asked, his brow arching again, silver eyes looking at him, laughter dancing in them.
"That little Imp is up to something," Admiral Maxwell leaned over to murmur to Roark.
Roark Sr. glanced over at his longtime friend as his son rose to his feet and walked around the table to approach Roark. Stopping before him, he studied him carefully, then began to move around him, sapphire eyes moving over him slowly.
"There is one hidden under your jacket at the small of your back."
With a smile, Roark reached behind him, and pulled the small blade from its sheath, handing it to him when he came around the front of him. "The others?"
Raphael took the small knife in hand, looking down at it. "It's as beautiful as it is deadly," he said, his eyes narrowing as he steadied the scrollwork on the blade itself. "I am to be your death, feel my kiss." He read out loud, looking up at him. "So, he knows ancient Kobolian."
A nod. "As he is from one of the ancient Kobolian families that settled the Colonies, a direct descendant from the Seventh Lord of Kobol, that is hardly a surprise, and he isn't the only one, is he, Raphael?"
"No, that he isn't, as the Durin family is of one of those ancient lines, as we are descendants from the Ninth Lord, and through him, the First Lord of Kobol. As are the Peverell Potters, the Weasleys, the Malfoys, though that line has nearly completely died out, unless that is, Lucius' son manages to breed more than one child." He grinned suddenly when Roark grimaced at the mention of Lucius' son.
Draco Malfoy had made Harry and Roark's time at Hogwarts sheer hell, until, that is, Harry and Roark had decided they were going to enter the Caprican Military Academy, both scoring exceptionally high on the entrance exam, which had infuriated a jealous Draco.
"Hum...there are knives at each of your wrists, under your uniform sleeves, one in each boot, and one on each hip."
"Very good, Raphael, and the last one?" he asked as he drew each blade from their sheaths to lay them on the table.
Raphael moved around him again, his expression considering. "Hum...no," he said, his head tilting slightly. "You would not dare place it there. That particular placement would not only be dangerous, it would be extremely uncomfortable."
"Then, Raphael, you would be wrong," he said, lifting a hand to the front of his weapons' belt, to draw the slightly smaller blade from behind the buckle.
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