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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Six

From their graves I heard the fallen

Above the battle cry

By that bridge near the border

There were many more to die

Thin Lizzy, "Emerald", Jailbreak.

Ron gazed at Kingsley through slightly narrowed eyes. “You’re joking...right?”

“I wish I was.” The Minister shuffled some papers on his desk absently as he sighed and looked at a photograph, it was of the boy who had gone missing. “They know Harry is not here and it appears that their numbers are swelling. They want a war, Ron and they will have it by any means necessary.”

“Shit...then...what do we do? How do we stop them?”

Kingsley shook his head slowly, his melodic voice failing to sooth Ron’s fluttering nerves. “We cannot. We don’t have the man power to prevent a war so soon after the previous one and without Harry to ease the public’s nerves we could have a full uprising on our hands.”

“But we can’t get Harry back...He’s stuck until he completes his mission.”

“Indeed...We can only attempt to strengthen our position. I want you to go with a team I will hand pick and go to one of their known hideouts, I want it destroyed. We must attack before they do, hopefully this will give them pause and tell the public we are on top of the issue.”

“Alright...I’ll tell Hermione...”

“And Ron?”

Ron turned to see Kingsley looking graver than before, he thought it was an impossible feat but his stomach dropped even lower. “I would recommend that Miss Granger leave the country, she is in great danger not only because of her birth but because she is a friend of Harry’s...Unfortunately I need you to stay here and help us as you helped Harry last time...If I could I would also send you away.”

Ron paled slightly and swallowed. “Hermione won’t go...and neither would I. Our place is here. We have to wait for Harry, even if that means risking our lives...I’ll set up something with her...if it comes to it we’ll use the Fidelius Charm...”

“Be wary, Ron, it has failed before.”

“I know.” He turned and left the office.

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Hermione gazed at Ron calmly for a moment. They sat on the sofa in their house, Ron had just explained what had transpired between himself and the Minister for magic. “So...The Death Eaters have discovered that Harry’s not around and their taking this chance to take over...”

“Not only that but our spies have told us that the source of the magical fluctuations were people appearing from another dimension...these people are Death Eaters. Their ranks are swelling with the ones we killed and apparently even the Dementors guarding Azkaban are acting oddly...”

“I knew the Ministry should have taken them off that duty.” Hermione muttered distractedly before she sighed. “What are we going to do?”

“I...I’m being sent on a mission to destroy a known Death Eater hide out. I won’t be gone long but while I am gone I want you to use the Fidelius Charm and protect yourself...Is there anyone we can trust enough to use as Secret Keeper?”

Hermione smiled. “Well, we’ve got your whole family for starters and then there’s Luna, Neville and everyone else who helped us in the Battle at Hogwarts...”

Ron considered for a while. “They’ll suspect all my family members of hiding you...so, what about Neville?”

Hermione nodded. “I’m sure he’ll do it.”

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“Really?” Neville’s eyes were wide as he stared at his unexpected guests. “You want me to...I’m not sure...what if I can’t tell anyone? What If I...”

“Neville, we trust you.” Hermione said and smiled. “You killed the last of Voldemort’s Horcrux’s with the Sword of Gryffindor, you’re one of our closest friends.”

“Yeah mate, you did something we couldn’t. You’re better than you ever give yourself credit for.” Ron insisted. “And after what happened with your parents I doubt you’ll betray us.”

Neville shook his head. “No. I never would.” He said firmly. “Alright, I’ll do it...”

“Thank you, we’re in your debt.” Hermione said.

Neville’s home was nice and comfortable, it reminded Hermione and Ron of Gryffindor Tower and the sense of nostalgia was almost painful as they gazed around the living room. There were pictures of people covering the walls, mostly of Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny and the rest of Dumbledore’s Army but there were some of two people who could only have been Neville’s parents and a stern old woman they knew to be his Grandmother. “Well, I suppose I’d better be off then...” Ron stood and rubbed his hair absently. “I have to work.”

“Be careful...” Hermione stood and wrapped her arms around him, he slipped his own around her waist and their noses touched. They smiled at each other for a moment before Ron kissed his girlfriend lightly on the lips, Hermione parted her own and they deepened the kiss.

After a moment Neville coughed uncomfortably and they broke apart. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yes.” Hermione reluctantly released him and watched him say farewell to Neville before walking out the door. “Be careful.” She whispered softly.

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Harry stared at the locket. It sat looking innocent on a table, yet he could feel the power of the thing trapped within. He shivered remembering what it had cost them to get it in his own dimension. After they had found the locket they had beat a hasty retreat and left the old house to moulder where it was, Sirius never looked back as they had Disapperated. They now were hiding in an abandoned warehouse the Order used as a hideout, it was furnished but cold and allowed the wind to creep into the bones. When Harry had left his own time it had been summer, here it seemed to be eternally winter. James had told him that the sky no longer lightened to more than a steely grey over London, and the giant skull was forever present. Voldemort had set himself up in Downing Street where the Muggle Prime Minister used to be, he conducted his business through lackeys he had cursed or threatened into serving him.

Harry sighed and shifted in his chair, he was sat with his legs over the sides and his arms resting on the back of it. The Horcrux taunted him from where it lay, he could feel it hissing to him and though it was his imagination he thought he could hear Voldemort talking softly in Parseltongue. He shuddered and was glad when Sirius appeared to break his depressing train of thought, he turned his head as Sirius sat at his side and gazed in wonder at the object.

“So...Slytherin’s locket, huh?” He said and reached out a hand, slowly he picked it up and turned it over. “Heavy...must be solid gold...” he bounced it in his palm. “I am holding a peice of Voldemort’s soul.” He breathed and his eyes glittered. “How do we destroy it?”

“We need a Basilisk fang or something of equal destructive power, it needs to be destroyed beyond repair.” Harry returned his eyes to the locket, it seemed to entrance him. “There’s only one place I know where a Basilisk is hiding...”

“Where?!” Sirius looked up at him, eyes wide.

“Hogwarts...the Chamber of Secrets.”

“Are you trying to tell me that...that place actually exists?!”

“Yeah, I killed the Basilisk down there when I was twelve.”

Sirius could only stare at Harry, he spoke as if he was talking about the weather. His voice was calm and humble and he couldn’t detect any trace of a lie. “And you continue to insist that you’re not powerful...You’re...you’re exceptional! But then, with parents like yours it’s not surprising really.” Sirius smiled and leaned across Harry to return the Horcrux to its place on the table, to do so he had to lean across Harry and he got a waft of an intoxicating scent. Sirius smelt like dark chocolate and coffee and cinnamon, Harry closed his eyes and felt a hand on his shoulder. The touch was light and cold fingers brushed the skin on his neck, he couldn’t help but shiver.

“I always had help.” Harry said quietly as he opened his eyes and, as he had expected, saw Sirius’ face close to his own. “Always. I never did any of that stuff on my own...well, except...except kill Quirril with my bare hands but...but that was only because Voldemort was hiding inside him and when he left it was too much for Quirril’s body and he died...”

“Even if you did have help, Harry, you did more than most of the Order put together as far as facing Voldemort all those times and living goes. I really think you can do it. I know that you can destroy him again.”

Harry sighed. “I don’t know Sirius...I don’t have the advantage of the wands or all the Deathly Hallows...I don’t know if I can destroy him again...”

Sirius leaned closer, he slipped a finger under Harry’s chin so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “I know you can, Harry.” He breathed and slowly his head tipped sideways, Harry’s eyes widened in shock as soft lips met his own. The kiss was brief and light, Sirius’ breath tickled his face as he drew away slightly. There was silence that stretched out and span into infinity, Sirius moved in again, this time adding a little more pressure to the kiss. Harry’s eyes fell half closed as he let the kiss happen, it was odd. He had never kissed another man before but this felt natural, it felt less awkward than his first kiss with Cho and was much more comfortable than his first kiss with Ginny had been. It was so easy to let his body relax and let the feel of Sirius’ lips against his own wash away all cares. He felt Sirius’ lips part slightly and his tongue slid out and lapped at Harry’s own, he opened his mouth and reached out with his tongue. They touched and Harry tasted Sirius, he shivered and gasped softly before suddenly something clattered on the floor.

“What in Merlin’s name are you...?! Sirius!”

Sirius jerked away and turned to look at Remus who was gaping at the scene in shock, he had dropped a cauldron full of books on the floor. “Remus...” Sirius smiled easily, releasing Harry who was crimson with embarrassment.

“What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about how Harry kissed...” Sirius smirked at Remus who shook his head and grabbed his friend by the shoulders.

“You idiot! Stop seducing everything on two legs! Harry is important, we don’t have time for this.”

“There’s always time for ‘this’ Remus...” Sirius said irritably as he stood.

“You know what happened last time you...”

“I don’t need reminding, Remus.” Sirius’ shoulders stiffened and Harry frowned. “I know what happened...I-I was...I was there...”

“I know, I’m sorry...I worry about you...” Remus sighed and put a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, he squeezed gently. “I don’t want you getting hurt anymore.”

“I won’t...I promise.” Sirius sighed, he seemed to deflate. “I’m sorry Harry...I got caught up in the moment...”

“I-I...It’s...alright...I suppose...”

Sirius glanced at him, his silver eyes dark with remembered pain. “His name was Brandon...” He sighed and closed his eyes as he wrapped one arm around himself. “I...I was...attached to him...we were lovers.”

“Y-You’re...?!” Harry began, his eyes widening.

“Gay? Yeah, took me a long time to figure that one out though.” He smiled softly. “It was Brandon who made me realise it, he was a joker...like James. He used to go around school laughing so loudly the whole world seemed to brighten...he joined us when we joined the Order, we lived together with Remus for while until...” Sirius broke off.

“Until Bellatrix Lestrange caught him.” Remus whispered. “She tortured him in front of Sirius, binding him with magic so he was helpless to stop her.”

“He was mad by the time she finished with him...white hair and empty eyes...I-I can still hear his screams in my sleep...” Sirius shivered and sighed softly. “Then...then she...she used magic to cut off his limbs...one by one...I-I watched...I couldn’t look away because Rudolphus was holding me still. I watched and heard him screaming. I was covered in his blood and he was still alive by the time she reached his head...j-just a torso...that’s all he was...H-he looked...looked at me...she kept him alive with magic until the v-very end...he was begging me...b-begging me to stop her...I-I couldn’t...I...” Sirius groaned and held himself tightly as Remus dragged him into a rough embrace. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry I just...”

“Hush, it’s alright.” Remus whispered as Harry watched in horror, his mouth hung open slightly as Remus guided Sirius into a chair. “After that Sirius was never the same, for some reason Bellatrix let him escape, we found him in the house...in a room and clutching his lovers corpse. He wasn’t crying or screaming but he couldn’t speak either. James and I...we tried to help him but it was Lily who finally managed to get him to let go of his lovers hand...” Remus glanced at Sirius who had fallen silent and was gazing at the wall blankly. “Lily helped him home where she bathed him and made sure he was warm. For weeks he was silent and he wouldn’t even move, I thought...I thought we’d lost him for good but one day Lily got him to speak and since then he’s...he’s changed.” Remus sighed. “I’m sorry Harry, you didn’t really need to know this. I just think that starting a relationship with Sirius is a bad idea...”

Harry merely sat there, it was difficult to try and digest what was going on and it hurt him more than he thought possible to know just how badly Sirius had been wounded.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Sirius whispered finally, he looked down at his hands and Harry saw what he thought was a scar on his wrist, on closer inspection he realised it was a tattoo. The ink was crimson and Harry had to turn his head slightly to see that it was the rune for revenge. “I’m going to kill him for what happened to Brandon, I’m going to kill him for what happened to Lily and I’m going to kill him for all the others he’s hurt.” Sirius’ eyes were like the sharpest steel and his hands clenched into fists. “I’ll do it even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“We know, Siri, we know.” Remus muttered and put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “It’s why we fight, Harry. For ourselves, for our friends who we’ve lost to Voldemort’s blood lust and for the innocents who can’t fight for themselves.”

Harry nodded. “I understand.” He said thinking of all he had lost and he felt a sudden fierceness fill his chest, it hurt it was so strong. He wouldn’t lose anyone else ever again, he would die rather than risk having those he loved hurt. “Trust me.”
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