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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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The meeting went on, discussing the things that yet needed to be done, and setting up the timetable of who would begin the interrogations of the prisoners from last night's raids that yet needed to be processed. Once that had been decided, the meeting began to come to a close with Roark now handing out proposed task sheets.
"Roark, where are you and Harry going to be working today?" Ardyn asked as he looked up from the paper in hand.
"After we've finished in interrogations, we'll be in our office," he answered, not looking up from what he was writing, feeling Ardyn's irritation as everyone else began to push back their chairs.
Harry got to his feet as Roark finished writing, picked up the paper, and passed it over to Aiden, who, after a glance at it, smirked, gave a nod, and after a look at several, left the conference room with them.
"If anyone should need anything," he got to his feet, moving toward the western door that would lead them out into the hall that took them to the holding cells, "That is where we'll be, probably after lunch."
"Roark."
He paused as the door slid open at their approach, turned his head. "Uncle Apollo?"
Apollo pushed to his feet, moved around the table. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked as he came to a stop before him. "As glad as we are that you got some sleep last night, you still seem to be a bit...off, distracted." He glanced over at Harry. "You both do."
He gave him a smile, laying a hand on his arm. "I'm fine, Uncle. Really. I don't know about Harry, I just have a lot on my mind," he leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw. "Thanks for worrying about us...about me. We'll be in holding if we're needed. See you later," he waved, turned and left through the door, Harry following.
Apollo frowned as the door closed behind his nephews, then whirled. "Ethan?"
He gave him a smile. "He's fine, Apollo," he told him, his tone calm. "Harry intends to stay close, and if Roark should happen to need anything, he'll call us immediately."
"Why is he still having so many difficulties when he's grounded and centered?"
"Because he's not. Centered, that is. He's grounded, but he is NOT centered. His empathy is a lot stronger than I realized, and it continues to be the main reason he is so unbalanced, we won't be able to get him centered as long as there is no control over his empathy. We need to get some kind of handle on that before we can begin to even HOPE of centering, and therefore balancing him."
"The second problem is that he and Harry are so close. When Roark gets angry, so does Harry, and vice versa. They're so tightly linked to each other that they feed off each other, and given that their magic is fire and lightning elements...which we have since discovered is very tightly tied up within their psychic gifts."
"Try not to worry too much about it, Apollo," Ethan said. "We're keeping a close eye on the both of them, AND working with them any chance we get."
"And as much as they may hate to keep taking those sedatives to help them sleep at night, we're going to make sure they take at least ONE a night, though we would prefer they take two."
"Either way, they will both be getting the sleep they need from now on."
"And the dreams Roark says he's having? Do you know what they are?"
"No, and he has so far refused to talk about them. We may never know what they are."
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Harry and Roark returned to their office sooner than they planned to, as none of their prisoners would answer the questions they were asked. Not that that surprised them. Riddle's people had always been extremely uncooperative.
"So," Harry began as soon as their office door closed behind them, "how do you think we should do this?" he asked, turning to look at his brother as he moved to the sideboard to make them both some tea.
Roark turned his head. "I was thinking," he began, pouring hot water into the mugs, picked both up and moving toward his desk, "that we maybe start by going through our own files, then moving on to the others made by Logan, Fi and Ki, before we begin to work on Kale's to erase any mention of Rodolphus and Rabastan."
"Hum," he reached for the mug he held out to him. "That isn't exactly legal, and if it's ever found out that we did so...Still, Admiral Roark, Commander Thorin, Dacian, Gabriel and Raphael know about them."
"Ah, but here's the rub, Harry. None of them have said a word about the Lestrange brothers to anyone in High Command. They are undercover agents. Need to know only. Roark and Thorin protect their undercover people to the exclusion of all else."
Harry sipped, watching as Roark moved to his own desk, sat, then reached for the mug he had set down. "Alright then," he said as Roark drank deeply, making Harry shake his head. "I will never know how you do that."
A chuckle. "Fire element, Harry. The hotter, the better."
Harry shook his head, set his mug aside, pushed to his feet and moved to their file cabinet. After disengaging the security lock, he pulled out a bunch of files before returning to his desk. "Let's do this then," he said, passing the top six files to Roark.
"Thank you," he said, pulling the first file to him, opening it, and began to comb through it for any mention of Rodolphus and Rabastan.
"Are you planning something for Rodolphus tonight?"
A grin appeared as he continued to read. "Oh yes. He really ought to know I already know how to use those knives, but as he obviously thinks that I don't..." he smirked as something caught his eye.
Reaching for a pad of paper, he pulled it to him, picked up a pen and began to write. "What about you, brother?" he asked, finishing what he was writing, and replacing the page in the file with the new on. Then reached for the com pad.
"Yes, Sir?" came the immediate reply.
"Elaina, I need you to send a couple of warriors down to the archives. We need all of Kale's files brought up to us again."
"I'll do it right now, Roark."
"Thank you,"
"I have a plan forming," he told him as soon as the line went silent, reaching for his own pad of paper. "The only real problem I have is that I know absolutely nothing about these shuriken." He turned his head to grin at Roark. "They're both going to be in for a very big surprise."
Roark chuckled as he began skim the page he was looking at, turned to the next, and the next, stopping on the third when something caught his eyes. began to write, replacing the pages with any mention of their lovers, throwing out ideas for their plans that night.
"Well, I will say this," he said as their door chimed, "I'd say they are about to learn a harsh lesson of never to underestimate us ever again. Come!" he called out.
The door slid open to admit Elaina with three warriors she had sent for to help her gather up the four boxes of Kale's files. After placing the boxes between the two desks, the brothers were left alone once again to continue their project of removing any mention of Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange.
As they worked, they received a few calls, made a few themselves in reply to those calls. Elaina brought them lunch from the local cantina they liked to eat lunch at, then stood before their desks, arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently, glaring at the two of them until they both began to eat.
With a nod of satisfaction, and a "I had better see empty plates when I return for the dishes, boys, or you will not like the consequences."
"Yes, ma'am," they both said with soft chuckles as she turned to head toward the door.
"Mothering old hen," they murmured together.
"I heard that," she told them as the door slid open at her approach.
They both looked up at her. "Of course you did, Elaina. You hear, and see everything."
"And don't you forget it, you imps," she told them with a look that had them missing their grandmother even more. "If you need anything else, just let me know."
"We will, thank you,Elaina," Harry said as he reached to pick up his soup bowl.
"We need to call grandmother," Roark said suddenly as the door closed behind her.
Harry nodded his agreement of that as he reached for his bread plate, silence falling between them as they ate, and continued to work their way through the files.
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