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Political Axes	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Political Axes
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-ch2
- 4-Ch3
- 5-Ch 4
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- 15-14
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- 17-16
- 18-17
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A special shout-out of THANKS to my early reviewers: anaxibia, thrnbrooke, Yume111, planty, and Lunicorn. Let's see where this rabbit hole goes, eh. Look for updates once or twice a week. On with the show.

The Office of Magical Law Enforcement was located on level two of the Ministry of Magic building. This is where the Aurors and Hit Wizards hung about in their cubicles, awaiting assignments and sharing good-natured banter throughout the day. However, this was not Harry�s ultimate destination. He bypassed these cubicles simply as a precautionary measure. He had suspected for some time that his movements were being shadowed, yet he had been unable to ascertain who or why, nor had he been able to pinpoint the identity of the tails as they were constantly changing.
After a brisk walk through level two, Harry entered his �office�, a small enclosed space granted him as a �Senior Auror�. Once inside he cast a charm that would make anyone intent on meeting with him have an urgent need to use the restroom, secured his wards and placed a magical hologram of himself in his chair should anyone peek through the frosted glass on the door. He waved a hand at the bookcase behind his desk, which opened a narrow, vertical section of the shelf to reveal stairs winding downward. These stairs led him to his destination, to the Class 5 secret lair, hidden deep in the bowels of the Ministry, even farther down than the Department of Mysteries.
As Harry entered the room, which was furnished with only six chairs set in a circle, his ears were assaulted by the angry shouting of Ron Weasley and Rockland Marsh who looked near blows.
�Hey! What�s going on here?� Harry barked.
All assembled fell silent. It peeved Harry that they all looked like children caught bickering over a Quidditch match, but that was balanced by the pride he felt that none of them came forth to explain. It reminded him that they were not only loyal to him, but to each other. They wouldn�t roll over on one another even for him.
Finally, after they all felt reassured by their fellow comrades silence, Ron spoke.
�Rocco and I were just having a discussion,� the redhead explained. Gone was the gangly, freckled-faced teen of their youth. In his place was a well muscled, six-foot four-inch, two hundred and fifteen pound man with fierce blue eyes, a broad, chiseled jaw framed by a closely cropped beard. The one outward sign of his past in the war was a jagged scar that ran from the right corner of his mouth downward into his beard ending almost near his jugular, courtesy of a slashing hex from one of the Lestrange brothers. Without the beard Ron often looked like one side of his mouth was twisted into an upside down sneer.
�Discussion about what?� Harry asked.
�Rocco seems to believe that the shadows trying to gather our movements and mission profiles are for-hire foreign wizards out of Morocco. I disagree. Knowing what I know, what we all know, about our own internal MLE agents I think it is more likely that the command to follow us has come from within our own Ministry. At the very least someone vaguely familiar with Auror protocol is aiding them in their endeavor.�
�Our own, you say. Leaning hard towards anyone in particular?� Harry asked.
�Nah. Nothing concrete yet, but I�ve got a feeling based on the tenacity and type of digging being done. Hell, even Ginny has been getting a weird vibe in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.�
�Like?�
�Well, Lesley Murray has been trying to date her for what, six weeks now. Lesley Murray was all but engaged to Penny Green from Percy�s year. Now all of a sudden the engagement is off and he�s sniffing up behind Ginny, who coincidentally used to date you, is mine and Charlie�s sister, and had ringside seat to Order business during the last two years of the war. It�s just too suspicious, and that is not a big brother talking.�
Harry shot Charlie a quick glance.
�I agree with Ron.� Charlie gave Rocco a sympathetic shrug.
Harry surveyed the assembled group. They all were the most well-rounded and highly skilled group he had ever been a part of, including during the war. This group was surgical, precise, fearless, and deadly. They were all unregistered Animagus (even the Ministry where they worked didn�t know), versed in Dark Arts and unafraid to utilize it when needed, tops in stealth, infiltration and extraction, Transfiguration, Offensive and Defensive magic, and hand-to-hand combat. Each also had a specialty.
Emma Johnson, 26, the only female member of the team, was a svelte five-foot-eight with almond-shaped hazel eyes and short wavy hair worn close to the scalp. According to nearly every straight man acquainted with Angelina she was even more attractive than her older sister. A graduate of The Salem�s Witches� Institute, Emma was the team�s Curse-Breaker and an expert on charms and obscure hexes of all varieties. She was also deadly with any type of knife or sword. Being on the wrong end of her wand was a profoundly bad idea, but at the end of an edged weapon in her hand was simply idiocy of the first order. She had proven her worth many a time at Harry�s flank.
Charlie, having left his beloved dragons to fight in the war, had gone through regular Auror training with Harry and Ron once Voldemort was dead, before being recruited by Harry to join the Class 5 team. Charlie was their go to man for undercover work as there was no one better at concealment and disguise, and no one did surveillance and tracking better.
Rocco reminded Harry of Ron so much, which is why the redhead and the Eritrean-born wizard were always at one another in heated debate. The two, despite their quick tempers and stubborn dispositions actually worked well together. If Ron�s forte was strategic planning and tactics, Rocco�s was without a doubt interrogation, not to mention the Eritrean�s sparring ability in over three types of hand-to-hand combat.
Harry sometimes felt a little inadequate when he compared himself to the members of his team. They would each find such a notion patently absurd. At just 25 Harry was an enormously powerful wizard, adept at nonverbal and wandless magic, had a constantly growing repertoire of Defensive magic, was a Parselmouth�which came in handy surprisingly often� a Leglimens and Occlumens (mastered once he found a proper teacher in Tibet), and he was but a few steps away from being a master at Krav Maga. Plus he had practically been fighting a war his entire life. Harry had experience to spare.
�Em, you�ve been quiet,� said Harry, turning to the female of the group.
She slowly nodded her head. �Sounds like Ron�s on to something. Worth checking out Ginny�s Casanova.�

�Charlie?�

�I�m on it.�

�Good. So, has anyone been briefed on why we�ve been called in on a Sunday?�
Once again the room fell silent, each one looking to the other for an explanation.

Rocco looked to Harry and asked urgently, �Didn�t you activate us?�

�No. We just completed a case. You know we take a minimum three days inactive upon completing a case unless something urgent comes up.�
At that moment they each knew something was wrong. There was no way to activate the entire Class 5 team without a specific spell. It was keyed to the members of the team, and only when spoken would a message actually reach all six members.

�Fuck all. Everyone go silent,� Emma snapped and waved her wand in a complicated pattern around the room. When finished she stalked over to Harry and whispered in his ear.

�I�ve one 360 degree viewing charm and an powerful recording charm on the room. No identifiable magical signature.�

After hearing that, Harry addressed his team. �One hour. No contact with the Head or we risk further exposure.�

That meant no one was to contact their superior until they gathered at the safe house belonging to Harry, which he had built just after the war. It was in the name of Prongs Moony, and no one checking property records in the names of Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy would find it. It was the one secret he had kept from even Draco. No one knew of this place but the team, and they had to get there fast and sort out this twist.

Harry suddenly realized a member of his team was missing.
�Where�s Sylvanius?�
Ron and Charlie both let out a deep grumble. Emma and Rocco both stood wide-eyed and stiff, barely breathing.
Sylvanius was the youngest, at 22, but by no means a lightweight. He was Israeli born. Harry met him during his Krav Maga training during the war and encouraged the shy and quiet then 17 year-old to emigrate to Britain and join the Auror Corp. In truth from the moment he met the young man Harry was impressed. Sylvanius was an orphan. His wizard-born parents, while trying to blend into the Muggle population, were killed in the long-running civil war in the West Bank when he was six.
Sylvanius had proven to be a prodigy in nonverbal spell casting, and he was also adept at explosive potions and medicinal wizardry. If Harry could have ever chosen a younger brother, Sylvanius would have been it. The young man had an easy smile and a dry wit. He loved reading and shared Harry�s love of watching Muggle boxing, and like Harry, Sylvanius was gay. His coming out, hard enough for the youth having been raised in a section of the world where religious mores were firmly against such behavior, was a serious bonding time between he and Harry. Harry had helped Sylvanius come to terms with his sexuality, realizing that he could be gay, a wizard, and an Auror all, if he so chose.
Sylvanius, like the rest, would never ignore a summons. Harry�s mind quickly began playing images of a bloodied, tortured Sylvanius. He knew without having been told that somehow, someway the activation spell had been extracted, in all likelihood painfully, from Sylvanius. Harry could but hold on to a weak hope that wherever the young Auror was he was still breathing.

Rocco cast a Tempus that they could all see to mark the time. Then they left in groups of two and three, so that no one would be alone, ever watchful and wary until they were safely ensconced at the safe house.
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