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Toonie\'s Love	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 50454 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 8

Lifting the weights, PJ was desperately trying to concentrate on the workout and not other things. Oh, he was paying attention, no doubt there, but it was just enough to keep himself from getting hurt. Other than that, his mind just wouldn't focus on what he was doing. That wasn't a good thing. His workout was ingrained enough that he didn't have to pay too much attention, honestly, but he didn't want to delve into the other areas it was wandering to. No, he didn't need that, but couldn't help it. He was stressed, all there was to it. Over plenty of things.

First on his mind was moving Toonie. That was two nights away. He had talked to her every day this week in preparation. She was definitely uptight and nervous about it, that's for damned sure. He expected that, of course, and it would be normal. They were still getting the details down and he was making damned sure everything was set up and waiting for her in Montreux. That was right on track, thankfully, with the only thing needed being the papers she would bring with her. Other than that, he was working with her case of nerves and making damned sure that she had everything she wanted 'packed'. Some of it wouldn’t be done until the night she left to make damned sure Vernon wouldn't notice, but she told him she had almost everything, making sure she had the papers already in a safe place. Though she was determined and vowed she wouldn't back out, this was a huge step that had her on edge.

Grunting as he lifted the weights, he was trying to mentally run through everything that he needed to cover with her one last time so he would be ready on his end. Remus and Sirius were already prepared to come with him, so that was covered. He had all the paperwork done and everything hidden he needed on it, like his name on the title of the house. The vault was ready with plenty of money in it to get her started. The solicitor would be waiting on her. He made sure she had a house elf in attendance. As promised, the post box was set up. He had checked to make double sure the warding was in place. That was all until she got there. Then she would take on the rest herself when she settled in. And she had a way to get in touch with him quickly. His post box was set up to prioritize her letters. So, as far as he could tell, that was covered the best he could get it.

The only problem he could foresee was her adjusting to the new country and being around the Magical population. He had prepared her the best he could for that, but most of it was something that she had to take on herself. He would be there for her, had made sure she had plenty of books to explain it all, had access, everything he could think of. Which meant, he had done all he could. That didn't help, though, as he knew what it was like being dropped in the middle of a foreign country and not knowing anyone. That was scary. For her, it would probably be worse because of her age. It wasn't anything he could help her with. Something else that had him on edge. He wanted this to go as easily for her as he could get it and just couldn't manage. So, he kept trying to come up with a way to make it better. There just wasn't anything, though.

Shaking his head, grunting as he put the weights back in place then sat up, he ran his fingers through his hair, panting. He needed to press on before he cooled down. Groaning he stood and moved to the next machine he wanted to use to work on his abs. Plopping down on it, he went to work, tuning out the noise around him as he always did. As he got into the rhythm he wanted, his mind skipped to something else; that article.

Going in, he thought it was a wonderful idea, one that needed done. He still thought that way, of course, it was just now far more complicated. Being back in Britain, despite Sirius and Remus protecting him, was damned dangerous. Coupling that with the articles he was working on and it made it worse. One of those two things was bound to get the other side to focus on him at some point. It was his hope that it was the reporter bit. In fact, he was praying that was the one. He didn't want to think how bad it would get if someone managed to ferret out who he really was. Oh, he was damned sure those tracks were covered, but it was always a fear, especially now since this article was coming being published.

Sighing as he went through the motions, he thought about Ron and what was coming from that. It wouldn't be pretty, that's for damned sure. And he felt for him. Hermione, from what he had seen, hadn't changed much. When she found out, she wouldn't be nice to deal with. However, as he thought it over, he sighed. Ron brought it on himself. He guessed his old friend thought no one would find out and went for it. You always got caught when you did that one.

Ginny—well, somehow, he didn't feel real sorry for her, honestly. Since moving in, he was well aware of the looks she shot his way. Nothing he or Sirius said seemed to put her off either. And if she pulled it with him when Sirius was right there, it was an easy bet that she did it with others as well. That wasn't good. He didn't know what was going on there, or the why behind it, it was just sad. Having read and talked to Du Bois about that bit, he had to give an internal shake of his head. She told everyone she was waiting for him to come back so they could be together.

First off, he didn't understand that in the least. They both had been so young when he left that there was no relationship beyond the fact that he saw her as Ron's little sister. And, second, if she was waiting, she sure wasn't saving herself like most would. From what he could tell, she was trying to sow every wild oat out there. It wasn't like he cared if the birds he was with were virgins. In fact, he would prefer they weren't. What she was doing, though, was definitely off-putting. Especially the man stealing. And ignoring that someone was telling her to leave their partner alone. Yeah, he was seeing that bit first hand and it was getting rather unnerving. In fact, he was damned sure that she was going to try something with him at some point, despite what Sirius was saying. That, beyond anything, bothered him and showed a lack of respect for everyone. He didn't like it.

Sighing, he thought about the other side of this mess again and what it would unleash. He was sure the great evil git was going to go completely mental over it, then unleash hell. His real name being given out would be more than enough to set that off. Du Bois tracing his family tree and exposing him as a Half-Blood would finish it. Yeah, he was going to lose it. And that, though his real identity might be hidden, was going to put him in danger because of his attachment with Sirius. That side might not know much about it yet, but it was bound to become public knowledge as he was going everywhere with Remus and Sirius. So, it would only be a matter of time before his name got tossed in there. That wouldn't be good. Which meant he had to watch his arse, closely.

Huffing as he thought about that, he wondered what more they could do to protect themselves, especially him. He got why they didn't want him to go anywhere alone. Tonight was the exception as there was an Order meeting. Sirius wanted him to start doing something so they could pick him up, despite meetings and whatnot. He understood it, but didn't like it, obviously. The more he thought about it, the more he hated Wizarding Britain’s archaic laws on Muggle-based technology. If they didn't have some of the crap in place they did, he could get Sirius and Remus mobiles. That could end part of it. He could call before he left to let them know he was on his way. That would save time and stress. Plus, if he did encounter something off, he could yell for help. It would assist with him covering stories, that's for damned sure. In fact, in the US, it was required for reporters to have one.

Thinking that over, he thought, maybe, he might have an idea. He would have to get with Johnny and make damned sure his arse was covered, but he might be able to manage it. Especially since he would pay for it. Either that or his publisher, one of the two. The second might be safest. He could work with it as they would be called consultants. Yeah, that he would look into the following day. And get with Sirius and Remus. They would need a crash course in how to use the things.

Firm on that and making a mental note, he sighed and shut his eyes as his thoughts drifted to Sirius. With that, he gave an internal groan. Bloody hell, he needed to stop thinking about his godfather that way! All there was to it. He had seen Sirius' horrified reaction to that romp. Yeah, it wasn't going to happen again. Not that he didn't want it to, mind you, he just was sure it wouldn't. And he wouldn't even make a hint about it unless Sirius made the first move. That he was sure wasn't going to happen. No, it just meant he had to control certain urges. That and probably find someone to take his mind off it. If he got laid again, he was apt to move on. Or so he hoped. However, there was the issue of doing that. He wasn't going out alone now and the idea of picking up someone with his godfather and Remus hanging around was cringe-worthy. Not happening. Which meant he had to keep it under control. That he could and would do.

Sighing, he shook his head and forced himself to count the reps, thus not focusing on his want of a repeat. No, he couldn't remain there. The more he focused and let those thoughts come, the worse it was making the situation. That he couldn't handle and didn't want this made worse with Sirius than it already was. Which meant he needed to keep himself on a leash. All there was to it. That he would do.

Sitting on the windowsill of the room he shared with Sirius, PJ had the window itself open and was gazing out at the night-darkened backyard. Poe was out there chasing something or other, as he could hear the bird, but he wasn't worried about it. The barmy bird could handle himself with almost anything. Instead, he was sitting there smoking a joint, blowing the smoke outside. He didn't do this much, honestly, but was still plenty uptight about many things, so he wanted to relax. And a couple beers just weren't going to cut it tonight, all there was to it. So, he pulled out his stash. It would work, far quicker than drinking, too. Thankfully, it was a valued potion's ingredient, so it wasn't illegal to buy. People smoking it was frowned upon, but it wasn't illegal to do so in either the UK or the States. So, he went with it.

Letting out a lungful of smoke, he gave a contented sigh. He was feeling a bit better than he had been and thought he could tackle whatever. With that, came the mellow feeling he so loved when he was coming down from the stress. That always made him feel better and reset the dials so he could press on. With the delicate dance this was so far, he thought he had managed quite well up to this point, so he wasn't overly worried about having one joint. In fact, it was fairly rare for him to indulge anyway. When he did, he was worthless at writing. That he didn't like, so he didn't do it much. Just—now, well, he needed something.

Looking up as the door opened, not getting uptight as he knew it would be Sirius, he nodded when his godfather came in then took another toke.

Nose wrinkling at the smell in the room, not knowing what it was, Sirius shut the door behind him then walked over to sit by his godson, eying the ciggy he was smoking. “Everything alright?” He hadn't been able to spend time with him after he came in because the meeting ran long. So, he was wondering.

“Stressed,” PJ admitted, shaking his head. Holding out the ciggy, he asked, “Want some?”

As the ciggy didn't smell like tobacco, Sirius asked, quite curious, “What is it?” He wasn't about to try anything he didn't know what it was or could do.

“Marijuana,” PJ told him. Shaking his head, he said, “Not any more harmful than the beer you drink.”

Having heard of it before, knowing a few that smoked it in school, Sirius nodded. Taking the offered joint, he looked at it then tried to remember what he had heard about how to smoke it. Thinking he had it, he took a deep drag then coughed heavily before taking another. Almost immediately, he felt some of the effects. Nodding, he passed it back then asked, as he exhaled, “What's got you stressed? Just everything or any one thing in particular?”

“Mostly, just everything. I'm adjusting to living here alright, it's still a bit stressful, what with hiding who I am and dealing with everyone. It's just more what's coming that's got me this way. T is the biggie for now. I'm worried about that, wondering if I have it all covered. Just when I settle with that bit, the article's going to hit. I'm well aware what hell that's going to unleash here. The original plan was for me to not be anywhere around when it hit. Nothing I was putting in place had me in Britain around that time. In fact, I planned to stay away until it settled. It's got me on edge, obviously,” PJ sighed, taking another drag then holding it out for Sirius, looking back out over the yard as he heard what could only be termed Poe cackling. Grinning a little, he observed, “I think he got his prey.”

“Sounds like it,” Sirius chuckled, taking the joint. After another drag, he passed it back then said, softly, “We'll manage, PJ. With all of it. You have as much in place as you can when it comes to T. Mostly, it's up to her now. The rest? Don't worry about it. We'll take it on as it comes. Remus and I, both, are good at thinking on our feet. Just keep on like you are and staying out of the line of fire. It'll be fine.”

“Part of me knows this,” PJ admitted after taking another drag and passing it back. “Another part also knows, from experience, that whatever plans you make can go in the loo, fast, then you're in the middle, whether you like it or not.”

“That's true,” Sirius admitted with a nod after taking another drag. This shite—yeah, alright, it was good. He was just surprised his godson liked it. PJ didn't seem like the kind that would indulge in something like a drug. However, as he could feel that he was less tense, though it hadn't been that bad, he could understand why he smoked it.

Taking the joint back, PJ took a last drag off it then vanished the roach. Shaking his head, he said, “Just can't help but worry. I get I'm safe, but the attachment with you is going to come out, Sirius. Even if it's only known that I'm your lover, some are going to use that. Then I'm drawn in whether I like it or not.” Raising his wand, he Scourgified the air, a spell he learned long ago to get rid of the smell from the pot. Lowering it, he sighed, “And, no offense, but I'm used to coming and going as I please without having people along. I'm sure you get that.”

“I get it,” Sirius assured him, leaning back and adoring this feeling. “I can see where it rankles. It's just best so you're safe. And the attachment? Yeah, you're right there. It's going to come out. We all know it. For now, we're just trying to keep you out of it. When the other happens, Remus and I will handle it. I swear we will.”

Looking at his godfather, PJ shook his head then sighed, “As nasty as that side is, someone is going to try to use me to get to you, Sirius. They know what you're like and how rabid you are about protecting those close to you. The minute they realize you're 'attached' to someone, I'm a target.”

Gazing out over the yard, thinking about that, Sirius gave a short nod. “Yeah, you're right. Maybe you can come up with some other kind of glamour to hide yourself a little more? That can throw everyone off. Or could you cycle through several? It'll help, at least a little.”

“That I can easily do,” PJ said, shifting around to get into a better and more comfortable position. “I'll start working on that.” Shaking his head, he added, “There are times I have to go out on my own, Sirius. You two can't be with me all the time. Especially if I'm working on a story.” Seeing his godfather about to say something, PJ held up his hand and said, “I think, maybe, I have something I can use to call for help if something goes pear-shaped.” He then began to explain the idea of the mobile. “Let me get with my publisher tomorrow to see what I can manage there. If I can't do it that way, I'm sure I can manage with Johnny. We'll see. One way or another, I'll come up with something.”

Liking this idea, Sirius gave a firm nod. “You do that. Once you show us how to work those bloody things, we'll press on and it'll give you a bit more freedom.”

“That'd I'd like,” PJ chuckled. “No offense, but I would like to go out for a pint on my own here and there to watch the telly. You two are great, but I need alone time once in a while.”

“I can understand that,” Sirius chuckled. However, after he did, there was a small wave of jealousy over PJ doing something with someone else as he was damned sure that his godson wanted more than just a pint. Especially knowing that night PJ was in the bar was for the same reason he was there. That he didn't like, but would keep it under control. With that, he wanted to ask about some of it, like where his godson's leanings were. Obviously, PJ liked men, hence the reason he was in that particular bar, but he didn't know about the women yet. And he didn't want to ask right then either. No, it was too new for that.

Shutting his eyes and leaning his head back, PJ sighed. He felt better, that's for damned sure. Much more relaxed. That was good. Without opening his eyes, he said, “There's something I want to talk with you about.”

“What's that?” Sirius asked, curious.

“Ginny,” PJ sighed then opened his eyes and looked at his godfather. “You know, I can take a lot when it comes to someone hitting on me. Dealt with that for a long time now when it comes to both sexes, but she's unnerving me, Sirius. It's like she doesn't want to take no for an answer and is outright ignoring you. Hell, the looks when you're sitting right there are enough to make me think that she's not going to give up.”

“She's not,” Sirius told him dourly, scrubbing a hand over his face. Shaking his head, he admitted, “Ginny—bloody hell, she's bad. We all admit that. Well, all of us but her family. She tries with everyone that is decent looking, attached or not.”

“What the hell happened there? Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were nice people that sure didn't raise their kids that way,” PJ said, curious.

“I don't know. I really don't,” Sirius admitted with a shake of his head. “Our guess is that they just don't see it or don't want to. That's all we have. She's not real overt around them, so they just might not see the worst of it. That and they might, maybe, see it as innocent, such as she's just appreciating how someone looks. I doubt she's going full out trying to land someone when they're around. Rumors and that, they ignore. That we do know. I mean, I get why there as if you're attached to the Order, there is plenty said about all kinds of things to discredit you. Molly—well, she's talked about how Ginny fell for you, a lot, and is just waiting for you to come back. That might be her focus as Ginny never let that go.”

“She's unnerving me, Sirius,” PJ told him honestly, again. “I can handle myself and get an idiot to back off, no doubt there, I would just rather not have to do that with a bird as it involves spells. In fact, I've never had to do it to a bird. The ones I've come across take no for an answer. I get the feeling that she's not going to let up. Hell, she's being obvious even around you. The looks she gives me are starting to make my skin crawl.”

“Let me see what I can do,” Sirius told him, determined look on his face. “Yeah, she's not going to let it go, I give you that. I think that means I have to start snarling rather than trying to get it across by joking with her. I’ve been trying to do that for Molly and Arthur's sake, not hers. No, it's time that ends and she gets slapped, hard.”

“With what I saw that’s coming out about her, playing around needs to stop,” PJ told him. “I can take it and won't let her, I damned well guarantee that, but I'd rather back her down another way.”

“I'll take it on,” Sirius told him firmly. “Let me see what I can manage. I'll talk to Bill. Of all of them, he and the twins don't have the rose-colored glasses on about her. He might be able to get with their parents and wiggle something. Let me see what I can do. Putting you in a position where you have to do something to get her to back off isn't something I want.”

“I don't either,” PJ admitted. “I've had to back blokes off and have no problems doing it. I don't want to pull that with her. That will just lead to a big mess for you as I'm sure I'll end up the bad guy in the situation. And I somehow think me out-and-out saying no won't work either.”

“I have a feeling you bluntly telling her no is just going to make her try harder,” Sirius sighed. “She might take it as a challenge because, from what I've heard, she has no problems getting what she wants.”

“Bloody hell,” PJ breathed, shaking his head. “Just what I need; my former best friend's little sister having a fixation on me to become the next notch on her belt. And one that likes to play sexual king of the mountain.” Snorting, he grinned then said, “And I thought some of the guys I went to school with were bad when the hormones kicked in.”

“Ginny is a nightmare,” Sirius admitted softly, shaking his head. “We've all heard plenty about her. From the research you showed us, it appears most of it's true. One of the things that we kept hearing was she tried just to get them away then dropped them. That doesn't surprise me. She wants what she wants and plans to get it. Then she gets bored and moves on. You're just the latest one. If she really is planning to wait for 'Harry' to return, she has no plans to settle, something that probably makes it worse.” Straightening up, he said, “I'll handle it, don't worry. Remus and I will put our heads together and see what we can come up with. I'll also get with Bill. We'll devise something between us that you can send off, like a signal of some kind, if she corners you. That way you're not in a position to have to defend yourself. Just talk to her and try until I get there.”

“Yeah, that should work,” PJ nodded, pleased with this. Quietly, he said, “Thanks. Didn't want you thinking I couldn't handle it, it's just I'd rather not go about it my normal way is all.”

“Not a problem,” Sirius told him firmly. “I get it, I really do. This is better.”

Happy with that, PJ nodded. Scratching his chin, he said, changing topics, “I've been thinking about that damned painting and what we might be able to do to shut it up.”

“What have you got? We've tried everything to get it down,” Sirius told him, curious.

“Have you tried either sticking the curtains together with a permanent sticking charm then putting a silencing charm on them? Or changing them out with ones that have those on them to start with?” PJ asked, looking at him.

Eyes going wide as that processed, Sirius began to grin. “We haven't, but those are damned good ideas that should work!”

“Yeah, it's rather annoying to have to keep your voice down,” PJ chuckled, shaking his head. “So, I was pondering it.”

“And it's a good one we're going to try,” Sirius told him with a vigorous nod. “Between you, me and Remus, we can find something to work!”

“If it doesn't, have you tried replacing chunks of the wall? Just cutting it out and then filling it in with the standard spells for that? Hell, you can take that whole section down and replace it. It gets rid of the problem,” PJ suggested.

“We haven't thought of that either, but we can if we have to. That might be the better way to go as it gets rid of the elf heads and other paintings. Remus and I will start looking into that tomorrow!” Sirius grinned, loving it.

“Any standard Magical hardware store has the bits for that. Easy to follow instructions too,” PJ told him.

“Which means the three of us are going hunting for those tomorrow,” Sirius told him, reaching over to give him a clap on the shoulder. This was great and not something someone had thought of yet. Perfect. He then began to ask what PJ knew of such things, hoping he was familiar with it so they had something to work with. Besides, he loved just talking with him. As he hadn't had the chance over the years, this was a great way to get to know his godson, something he adored. So, he would go with it and enjoy.
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