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Toonie\'s Love	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 50460 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 27

“We have a problem,” Kingsley said, looking around the table at Grimmauld Place at those seated there. It wasn’t a full meeting and only a few like Arthur and Bill were there. Albus, Snape and Moody weren’t around.

“What’s up?” Sirius asked, assuming it was about the article in the paper as it had set off all kinds of hell, but wanted to make sure.

“Fudge is furious. He’s actually demanding Madam Bones and Rufus ignore the evidence in the paper, then is preparing to sue the wire service from what I heard.” Kingsley told them with a shake of his head. “He’s also demanding the DMLE look into those of us who are in the Order to see if we passed information. My thought is, from what I’ve heard, he thinks Albus is behind it and we sent the information.”

“We didn’t and Madam Bones will shut him down,” Arthur assured him with a shake of his head.

“She will, in spectacular fashion,” Kingsley then told him with an evil grin. Before anyone could ask, he explained, “The night the article hit, she convened a special legal session of the Wizengamot to give her the power to investigate what was in the article and the one Harry gave. They gave her permission, unanimously. She’s going after Fudge.”

“That can only help us,” Remus said with a smile.

“It will as she can subpoena any evidence and they have to give it up as it’s done with spells,” Kingsley explained. Then he added, “She has her sights set on Lucius. If she goes after him and Draco, I bet we’ll be paying in a matter of days because of what they know.”

“True,” Sirius agreed , not having thought of that end.

“Someone needs to get word to Albus about this,” Kingsley imparted seriously. “He might have something which can help, especially with Fudge.”

“We’ll manage to get a message to him,” Bill assured the man.

“Keep your ears open for any more information,” Sirius told him. “Any little bit will help.”

“Is it the DMLE investigating or the Auror department?” Remus asked, so they knew what was going on.

“For now it’s just the DMLE,” Kingsley said. “We won’t end up too involved. We might if she goes after Lucius because we all know how dangerous he is.”

“Very true,” Arthur nodded gravely. “Any hint what she might do?”

“From what I know of her, she’s going to go after Draco with all she has. If there is anyone in that circle who is the weak link, it’s Draco. We all know it. If she can pin something on him Lucius can’t wiggle him out of, he might start singing. After all, he’s never had to really pay for what he’s done before.”

“Since he’s now a legal adult, his age won’t give him a pass like it did in school,” Bill added softly.

“Exactly,” Kingsley nodded vigorously.

“In school, both Albus and Severus did all they could to get Draco to see the light. Nothing they did worked,” Remus added with a sad shake of his head.

“He made his choice long ago,” Sirius gruffed with a snort. “Like all of us, he made the choice. My family might not have been Death Eaters, but they were just as bad. I chose to walk off. He could have as well, but he didn’t. He’s seen firsthand how bad this is and stuck with it. As someone I talked to said; Lucius’ power isn’t unlimited and Draco will end up used to death before it’s over. Him being thrown in prison might save his life.”

“You-Know-Who will have no problem sacrificing Draco to this war,” Arthur added softly, looking sad. “And I doubt he realizes it.”

“Doubt he does,” Kingsley snorted. “With what we know of Draco, he thinks he’s special and important enough it won’t happen. He’ll eventually learn how wrong he is.”

“It’s coming,” Remus added as he took a sip of his tea. “I will almost guarantee it.”

“We can’t worry about him now,” Bill told everyone, looking around. “I know Albus has tried to save plenty who looked like they would follow You-Know-Who, but when they are that far gone, it’s time to give up. We have more pressing concerns to deal with.”

“Something I’ll tell him,” Kingsley nodded. “I think part of him knows the boon of information we would get, but Draco won’t change, something he has to realize by now.”

After agreeing, Arthur began to ask about anything else which might be coming so they were all kept abreast and weren’t blindsided.

Eyes all over as he walked into the coffee shop at St. Mungo’s, PJ made a beeline for the table furthest in the back after buying himself a cup of java, making sure he was away from everyone. Once he placed the red satchel, which would be the signal for the person he was meeting, out on the table in plain view, he sipped the coffee, double checking his glamour to ensure it was in place, then he looked around.

As he suspected and hoped when he set up the meeting, it was busy so people wouldn’t pay too much attention to them. Most were staff as it was the lunch hour. There were also visitors, of course. About midway across the room Sirius and Remus, in disguise as expected, were seated by the wall. Where they were at meant they could not only clearly see him, but the door. Perfect. He wanted to have the privacy he needed, but people to watch out for him. This worked out well.

While he put his auto-quill and paper on the table, Disillusioned, he checked his watch. Almost time, something which had him on edge. He just hoped this meeting would end up fruitful as he thought it would then he take it from there.

Just as his watch chimed the top of the hour, his eyes flitted to the door. Of course, there were plenty of people coming in, but he watched a red-head wearing a green hat with a few silver stars on it entered. He knew this was his contact.

As he watched the man buy lunch then make his way towards his table, PJ was sure he knew him in some way, but couldn’t place where. While it poked him, he wouldn’t concern himself with it much. He assumed he would figure it out soon.

Percy was uptight about this meeting for many reasons, not the least of which was what he carried on him. The information in the file hidden in his robes were copies of records, notes, internal memos and other items which could bring Fudge down and end up with him prosecuted. Yes, this was risky though he made sure none of it could trace back to him.

Over the years his thinking had evolved plenty. At first, when he distanced himself from his family and attached to Fudge, he never dreamed the Minister would end up as corrupt as he was. When it became clear that not only were there big issues with plenty wrong in the UK, but Fudge refused to admit it. Those articles about the UK—he had known they were right because he saw plenty which troubled him. While he didn’t try to change the Minister’s mind as he knew it would do no good, he kept a closer watch.

Since then, especially after it became very clear You-Know-Who was back and Fudge denied it, he grew more troubled. When Lucius ended up heavily involved and Fudge used him for shady dealings then exerted pressure to keep Draco out of trouble, he knew he had to do something. He just didn’t know what at the time.

A couple of weeks ago, an opportunity dropped in his lap and he took it. A few letters later and the meeting was set up, so here he was.

Tray clutched tightly to keep his hands from shaking, he made his way to the table where the man with the red satchel was seated. Coming up to it, knowing between his disguise and the one the man wore, he would be fine, he looked around once more then said, using the code phrase, “Sorry, they were out of black bean soup.”

“I hoped they would have some as they’re known for it,” PJ replied with his own code phrase then he gestured for him to take a seat. At this close proximity, he now recognized him by his voice and about grinned. Oh yes, this was a source he needed!

Percy slid into his seat, pleased when the man he would only know as Jay put up the standard muffling charm. Starting to eat, mostly to look normal as his stomach was so tied up in knots he doubled he could eat much, he asked, “Where do you want me to start? I don’t want to do this too much, so I want to get it done today.”

“Let’s start at the beginning with background and go from there after I put the standard spells on both of us. This way you’re protected. I have an auto-quill Disillusioned to take notes. If I go about it this way, we just look like friends eating lunch.”

This pleased Percy and he nodded. “Spells first then I talk. Keep in mind I only have two hours.”

“We’ll manage,” PJ assured him then pulled his wand. This would end up plenty good for him!

Sirius quietly let himself into the room he shared with PJ once several people cleared out after supper. PJ had been holed up here since they came home from the meeting, looking excited. Though his godson couldn’t reveal who this source was, someone both he and Remus thought they knew but couldn’t place, PJ assured them he knew and was one he was looking for when it came to a source he needed. There were vague mentions of what he needed and how it was perfect, then he vanished up here. Now Sirius was curious, so would ask since he assumed they would finally end up left alone for the rest of the night.

A glance at PJ’s side of the room showed him a form of controlled chaos. Papers were scattered all over, PJ’s computer was open with several documents showing, a notepad was suspended in the air with a quill scribbling away on it and PJ was sorting through several papers.

With a grin as he listened to PJ mutter, he then cleared his throat to get his attention and held up a butterbeer and plate of food. When PJ looked at him, he said, “Thought you needed a break to eat.”

After making sure he marked where he was stopped, PJ leaned back with a groan, scrubbing both hands through his hair, “I do. Rather hungry, but lost track of time.”

“Figured,” Sirius told him, going over and passing off the food. He then conjured a chair and took a seat with a soft groan. “How’s it going?”

“Great,” PJ nodded as he shoved food in his mouth. “This source—he has plenty I need.”

“He’s legit then?” Sirius asked though figured he was.

“Very,” PJ grinned evilly between bites. “I know who he is because I figured it out and we did the standard spells. He’s—it’s perfect for what I need.”

“Good,” Sirius nodded. Though he wanted to ask, he didn’t, figuring PJ would fill them in if they needed to know. “We did get some information this morning you can use. It was before we left. Since it wasn’t emergent, I waited.”

PJ nodded then grabbed a clean piece of parchment and quill before asking, “What’s it about?”

“Fallout from the article,” Sirius chuckled, grinning, then he gave a rundown of what everyone said.

“Perfect!” PJ laughed as he took notes. “Will pass this along to DuBois. He has some sources in the Ministry he can probably get more from.”

“Figured one of you could use it,” Sirius grinned.

“We can,” PJ chuckled and nodded as he ate.

After looking around at the mass of papers, Sirius asked, “How much information is here and how good it is?”

“A tonne,” PJ admitted after he shoveled the last of his food in his mouth and sent the plate to the kitchen. “There are Ministry memos, notes, appointment calendars, meeting minutes and plenty else I haven’t gone through yet. Even part of this is more than enough to help me and DuBois immensely. Still sorting, but it’s backing up my research on plenty.” Then PJ looked at Sirius and grinned bigger before adding, “And it all relates to Fudge with some in his handwriting, coming directly from him.”

“Great!” Sirius grinned, chuckling. “Is it giving you the link to Lucius you need?”

“No, but it’s shoring it up,” PJ sighed, shaking his head. “Let me see what else I can find or if I can get my hands on his tax returns. That’s easy enough with politicians since they release them during elections. We’ll see. If I get enough circumstantial evidence, I might be able to push it through.”

“We have a few in the Order who work for Gringotts, but it’s too risky to try there,” Sirius told him with a shake of his head.

“True and I wouldn’t use those anyway. The goblins are tricky to work with. They would know in minutes it was passed then cost them their job. After that, the goblins would contact those whose information ended up passed with names.”

“Way too risky,” Sirius admitted, brow furrowed as he hadn’t known that.

“Which is why I’m trying to either find a loophole with Gringotts, a way around getting that part or a source who knows,” PJ sighed, leaning back and sipping his butterbeer. “I’ll find something.” With a shake of his head, he added, “Or DuBois will. We’re working in similar areas, though not for the same reasons. Since he knows what I’m trying to find, if he comes across the link I need, he’ll pass it along.”

“Good,” Sirius told him, relaxing back. “Tonks took your mention of a weekly stepping up to a daily to Albus. She said she overheard it and we assume he’ll think it was at the Ministry.”

“Think anything will come of it?” PJ asked, intrigued.

“We think so,” Sirius told him, tone hopeful. “From what she said, he liked the idea and mentioned talking to a few people about it. We all know several of the big name, well respected reporters from the Prophet have quit since this mess with it started. What Albus told her is they are still around, but working for wire services. If someone steps up, they will probably come back. It could help.”

“It would help,” PJ told him. “DuBois and I are coming across tonnes of stories they could tackle. We can’t because we work for a wire service. They would end up out dated by the time they hit. A daily could easily handle them.”

“We need someone to,” Sirius grumbled, smoothing down his goatee.

With a shake of his head, Sirius decided that was enough business then changed to a different topic, trying to set up another date to have some fun. While all of this was pressing, they needed a break, too. Going out would help all of them. So, he wanted to see what PJ’s schedule was to figure out what they could manage. Besides, he liked going out with him and it was fun. The more they did, the closer they would grow and press on, something he wanted desperately.

After punching his pillow to get it into the shape he wanted, Sirius flopped on his side with a frustrated groan. While he went to bed about his normal time, eleven, and was tired, he couldn’t sleep though it was now an hour later. PJ was still up working, something he knew and could hear a bit of, but that wasn’t what caused this bout of insomnia. No, this was brought on by what he saw the other night when he checked on PJ. The vision of the man wanking was indelibly burned into his brain, seared there and replaying constantly. He could control it during the day as there was so much going on to distract him, but at night it wouldn’t leave him, giving him a hard-on from west hell that wouldn’t go down.

As his eyes slid shut again, he grumbled to himself, rubbing one closed eye with the palm of his hand to try to stop yet another replay of the vision. Wasn’t going to work, but he kept trying. With a sigh, he willed himself to go to sleep, but it wasn’t going to happen as he well knew. Then he fought the urge to open his eyes and lower the partition to talk to PJ for a while. Though it wouldn’t help matters since PJ was the focus of the problem, he wanted to. He wouldn’t though. PJ, as he well knew, was still hard at it going through all the papers he received earlier, trying to piece them together with what he knew. After their talk earlier, PJ had gone back to it and was busy the few times Sirius poked his head back in. When he said goodnight before putting up the partition, the man was still working on it, not writing like normal. Sirius doubted PJ would appreciate him disturbing his focus again. No, he would leave it alone.

A blurry sigh escaping him, Sirius willed himself to relax so he could sleep. Wouldn’t work, he knew it, but he would try. Then he made the normal bargain with himself; if he wasn’t asleep in an hour, he go take a mild sleeping draught he kept in the bathroom for such occasions. While he knew he’d end up taking the damned thing, he always went about it this way as he didn’t like potions to help him sleep.

Trying every trick he could remember and inventing a few to will himself to sleep, Sirius couldn’t manage. Instead, he kept seeing a repeat performance of the wank in slow detail, adding his own personal soundtrack to it. Then it morphed into what he wanted to do with PJ. Again, this was as vivid as it came with the standard moans and talking. That sure as hell didn’t help a damned thing.

When the appointed time he made for the sleeping draught came without Sirius even slipping into a doze, he sat up on the edge of the bed with a soft resigned groan. Head hung down, in nothing but his boxers, he just sat there for a minute before he would haul himself into the bathroom. If he wanted sleep, he would have to take the draught, no two ways about it.

Just as he stood, resigned to drugging himself to get much needed sleep, there was a sharp rap on his bedroom door before it flew open. Seeing a very pale, trembling Remus stand there, his eyes overly wide, Sirius’ gut clenched. “What’s happened?” He asked, already fearing the worst. A glance towards the partition, he saw it come down and a wary looking PJ standing there, brow drawn down in concern.

Heart hammering so fast it felt like it would jump out of his chest, Remus swallowed thickly then told Sirius, voice shaky and uneven, “I need you to come with, Sirius. Death Eaters just attacked the London Eye. Even You-Know-Who is there. Albus is calling in all of us he can to help the DMLE.”

Going pale himself, Sirius started to tremble. “Give me a minute to get dressed.” Yeah, this was big and bound to end up plenty nasty. Without thinking, he dashed into the bathroom to get dressed, mind already all over as to how bad this could get.

As he stood there, trying to imagine the chaos, PJ asked, voice quiet, “How bad is it, do you know?”

“Plenty bad,” Remus admitted softly, shaking his head. “The words I heard were mass casualties.”

“Bloody hell,” PJ breathed, eyes overly wide. While he wanted to go see for himself or to help, he would stay right where he was. It was too big of a risk.

Stepping closer to PJ, lowering his voice though no one was around to overhear, Remus told him, “Get DuBois. If he’s still in the country, he needs to get there, fast. He can cover this in such a way that the Prophet and Ministry can’t gloss it over. We need him, PJ.”

That pulled PJ out of his own almost hypnotic state. With a determined nod, he said, “Will do! He’s still in the country from what I know. I’ll make sure he gets there as fast as he can.”

“You make sure to stay here,” Remus told him, looking up as a pale Sirius came out, buttoning his robes as he did.

“Not moving,” PJ assured him, grabbing for his phone. Before he dialed DuBois’ number, he glanced back at the two as they were about to leave. Quietly, he said, “Check in if you would when you can so I know you’re all right.”

“Will do,” Sirius told him, clapping him on the shoulder, face set in determined lines as he grabbed his phone. One more glance at PJ, he then said, “We’ll be fine, not to worry. Too many Muggles about for this to end up a full battle.”

“Be that as it may, it won’t end up nice,” PJ breathed, already starting to worry about the two.

“We’ll stay safe,” Remus assured him. Then, with a nod, they left to go handle the nightmare.

After watching the two go, PJ sighed then looked at Edgar who was pacing nervously. “Go protect him, Edgar,” he said to the raven. With a determined caw, the bird took off. While he was just a raven, he was so much like Poe that PJ thought he could manage in some way. When the bird was gone, he flopped down in his chair and began to dial DuBois. As he put the phone to his ear, Poe landed on his shoulder. PJ petted him a bit while waiting for his friend to pick up. There was now plenty to do. He just hoped it would keep his mind off worrying about Sirius.
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