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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After their duel with Severus, which had lasted longer than any of them had intended, they took showers, changed into fresh uniforms, and while Severus went to find Logan, Roark and Harry returned to their office to deal with the work that was waiting for them there.
They were both feeling rather proud of themselves, as they had managed to hold their own against Severus for much longer than they had ever been able and though he still knocked them both on their asses, he had praised them on their spell work, telling them how much they had grown. How much they had improved.
Again, that was something he so very rarely did, but they had surprised him when they had told him that some of the spells they had used were of their own creation. Reaching their office, they found several labeled boxes lined up against the wall under the window. Going to those boxes, they opened them, deciding that they would make a start on the reports.
Grabbing sealed files from the earliest box, they each went to their desk and set to work. Over the next couple of centars {hours}, silence reined in the office except for the rustle of paper as they turned page after page of what Kale had written about the investigation into Tom Marvolo Riddle, who, Kale had written was now calling himself Lord Voldemort.
They opened the second box and began to go through that. The more that Roark read...the more they FOUND...the more furious he became. Report after report was all very nearly the same, orders not given that should have been, and the ones that had been given?
Roark shook his head as he turned page after page. Some of them just plain made no sense, some often going in a completely opposite direction from where they had needed to go. Finishing his second file, he reached for the third, opening it as he took the external drive that contained Kale's personal reports and notes, things he hadn't wanted in the official reports.
Plugging it into his laptop, it loaded immediately, asking him for a password. Turning, he pulled his jacket from the back of his chair and reached into a pocket, pulling out a small, black leather-bound notebook that Dacian had given to him. Finding the page with all of Kale's passcodes, he typed in the first one.
When that one, nor the second or third didn't work, he paused, looking down the list until he spotted something. A date. It was a date that no one, outside of the family would know about.
It had been nearly three yahren {year} ago, while Kale had been on leave. He had attended the fall harvest festival where he had met a beautiful young woman named Allenia. Nearly half a yahren later he had asked her to be his wife, and she had said yes.
Then, just a few days before the wedding, there had been a shuttle bus accident, and she had been killed. Entering the date of the wedding that had never happened, he watched his screen fill with words. As he began to read through Kale's private notes concerning his case against Tom Riddle, he began to notice the discrepancies. The orders that Kale had wanted...had INTENDED to give, to the ones that he had.
Reaching for the three files on his desk, he searched for the corresponding entries, matching them against the private notes...It was almost as if he hadn't been in his right mind. As if he had been... 'SON if a BITCH!!' his mind screamed at him 'How DARE they!!' he raged as he jumped to his feet, his chair falling as he moved to pace the office with furious steps.
His forehead was creased with a deep frown, his silver eyes taking on a reddish tinge as his magic began to react to his fury. He was, even now, muttering virulent curses as the room began to heat up.
Again.
Roark's magic so very rarely slipped from his control this badly, and today alone it had slipped three times. He had always had better control than this, but something was...wrong. What it was, he couldn't figure out, he only knew something was very wrong.
Harry's head had snapped up the moment his brother had jumped out of his chair, feeling not only his fury but his distress, which in turn made his own magic respond. Two heat elements like fire and lightning raging at the same time? That was not a good thing AT ALL. They could blow the building up if they weren't careful, and didn't get some kind of hold on this.
Realizing almost at once, given his own anger that he would never be able to calm Roark on his own no matter how much he wanted to, he knew he was going to need someone with the opposite magic.
Like water/ice.
Desmond. He would need Desmond as he had the water/ice elemental that could...and hopefully would calm them both. Harry stood and hurried from the office.
Roark never noticed Harry leaving the office as it became unbearably hot. How DARE these sons of bitches use mind magic to cloud and confuse Kale, to make him give orders he had no intention of giving. Of covering up their own crimes by placing them on someone with a spotless record, someone who couldn't defend himself, and they, his family and friends had all but been ordered not to.
Kale despised drugs, had despised human trafficking. He would NEVER have used, as they had made it look like he was doing, or sold them either, and he most certainly would NEVER think to--
"Roark."
He had been so busy raging...of building himself into such a black fury, he hadn't heard the door slide open. He hadn't heard him enter until his deep, calm voice had spoken. There was a softly whispered spell, immediately cooling the room as his arms came around him, turning him and drawing him to his chest, pressing his head there, ear over his heart.
Harry came into the room, sighing at the coolness now in the room, noticing that they would need to replace the chairs and the couch as they continued to smolder. Thank the Lords of Kobol they had thought to place protective charms on the files, as well as their laptops, or those would have been a loss too.
"Shh...easy now," Desmond murmured softly into his ear, stroking his hands over his back soothingly. "Calm. Let go of the fury before you go and do something you'll regret. You're not doing anyone...yourself, and certainly not Kale any good by working yourself up like this. Especially when you know there is nothing you can do about it right now anyway."
"I know," he rasped out as, slowly he began to calm, his magic slowly calming as well.
"But what they've done...what they've TRIED to do. It would have destroyed not only Kale's perfect record but everything around him. Oh KOBOL, Des," he felt tears build then. Tears of frustration, of pain. "It's just not fair that we have to sit here and let them get away with this without making any moves to stop it."
"No, it's not, especially when everything inside us is screaming at us to defend him. And we will, Rory. I promise you, we will. Just not yet. This just happens to be one of those things we have to let happen that we have no liking for, but once this is over? Once this is over, we WILL NOT allow Kale to be tarnished by this."
He stepped back now, looking down at him worriedly, seeing the fire in his eyes had died, leaving them their clear, stunning silver. "Better?"
Roark gave him a weak smile. "Somewhat. But...how? How did you know that I needed you? That I was in trouble? Again?"
"I'm not as strong as Ethan, Rohan, or Kili are, but I've enough empathy to sense that you needed help. I was already on my way here when I ran into Harry. Literally."
A smothered chuckle as Roark turned to where his brother stood by the door, his emerald eyes watching him worriedly. "Running around with no idea where to find him, were you?"
"Yeah, well, you know how I am," Harry moved forward now, slipping an arm around him to hug him to his side. "I could feel...SEE that you were building yourself into a towering black fury...which in turn was making ME furious...and you know what happens when our magic reacts together to that."
Desmond shook his head as he looked between them. "Fire and lightning do not mix well together," he told them. "Things tend to go boom rather spectacularly."
Soft laughter. "That they do."
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