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The Death Eater Clean Out	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from this story, I write for reviews and fun! I do not own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does; I just like to play with them, a lot, but I will return them afterwards.

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Title: The Death Eater Clean Out

Disclaimer: I make no money from this story, I write for reviews and fun! I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters from the series; I just like to play with them, a lot, but I will return them afterwards.

Summary: Sometimes the Auror Department takes in non-field agents, so-called Special Aurors, which is really a polite name for geeks that specializes in certain areas others find too boring or too intense to deal with every single day. Percy Weasley is Head Special Auror in Dark Magic; Harry is Head Field Auror and chases down criminals. Can they even work together on a case involving Death Eaters?

Warnings: Murders, wordplay / language, silliness, sex.

Author´s notes: The span of this story will be six chapters long. I will post every Sunday. I am Danish, meaning I do not read or write English on a day-to-day basis at all, so if something is really off or misspelled please let me know and I shall try to correct it. Ignores DH Death Eater losses.

Pairing: Harry/Ginny (past), Harry/Percy, Hermione/Ron, George/Angelina, Bill/Fleur, Charlie/Frank and Ginny/Seamus.

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Chapter one – In Azkaban

“He is really dead then?” Harry asked for the second time looking up and scratching the back of his neck, when the Minister for Magic, his old friend Kingsley Shacklebolt, stood in front of him with the case he was ordering Harry to take on, still in his hands.

“He is, and he died a very painful death too judging from the crime scene itself.” Kingsley studied his best Field Auror as the young male fidgeted with the hem of his own robes, clearly annoyed with being called in during his vacation time, which just happened to be with the entire Weasley clan in Austria, except Percy that is, the man never took any vacations. “Special Auror Weasley is there now collecting evidence.”

Harry nodded in understanding, still not impressed with being summoned here in the first place. It was his first vacation in two bloody years. Four days, was how long he had been able to enjoy the fresh summer air and not have to worry about catching criminals. Three nights without having to sleep in dingy stake out houses, or eating crappy cold take away food with his Field Auror partner Abigail Whitley, who was five years his senior - a slim and sweet blonde, that had been assigned to him in his third month of Auror training four years prior to now. They were still partners today, because they worked so well together, and they actually liked each other. There was mutual respect lingering between them, and she didn´t treat him special because of his fame. To her, he was simply ´Har`- or `Hair`, since her Irish roots made it sound like that when she spoke his nickname out loud, a name he by the way didn´t mind, because they had really become friends on top of their working close together.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck again and sighed. He knew that if the Minister himself was standing here asking him to cut his vacation short with the promise of an entire new full week off, followed by the remaining two weeks he had requested, which he was, then it had to be serious. He nodded and took the file offered to him, as well as the dark-skinned hand´s pad to his left shoulder. “So, I´m working with Percy on this I take it?” Harry opened the file, getting a glimpse of the crime scene photos and flipped through the small amount of notes there.

“You are. He is the best Special Auror we have when it comes to Dark Magic.” Harry sighed, Percy was tolerable on his good days, but mostly he was a stuck-up geek, who thought too highly of himself. Sure, he was efficient and extremely intelligent, not to mention highly skilled in his field of work – but really, one would have thought him raised by Malfoys the way he strutted around thinking he owned the damn place.

Even during the weekly Weasley dinners on Sunday evenings at the Burrow he acted like a bloody know-it-all. He was Hermione’s male version, except that Harry never did become close enough to Percy to actually like the man, he loved Hermione as a best friend did, which was a good thing since Ron had married her last year at the age of 21.

The trio had gone back to Hogwarts for their eighth year to sit their NEWTS, they had to, because both males wanted to become Aurors, which they had, and Hermione hated to leave their exams unfinished. Afterwards they all started careers at the Ministry. Hermione had landed herself a position in the Magical Law Department - which Harry found so boring, that when he had trouble sleeping he would end up floo-calling their house to hear about Hermione´s day, resulting in Harry´s mind dozing off, and she always noticed that Harry was ´tired from work´ and ended the call. She had never really realized that he did this; he would never tell her that of course, he loved her too much. He didn´t want her to think he didn´t respect her career, because he really did, but it was just too boring for his brain to take in most of the time.

It might have something to do with the fact, that he was not as smart as his friend was, but he didn´t mind at all; he was man of action, not a geek - which lead his mind back to Percy and a groan escaped from between his lips.

Luckily, Kingsley had already departed the small office Harry shared with Abigail, whom now was also on vacation, in Greece with her fiancé Laurence, for a month. He shifted around trying to come up with any form of excuse to not go to the crime scene to join Percy, but he couldn´t. Cursing he turned around again, leaving the room behind and made his way towards the gloomy wizard´s prison.

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Azkaban had had its wards increased heavily after the war where Harry defeated Voldemort, but the Wizengamot had decided to remove the Dementors as special guards inside the stone walls. Instead, the Dementors were ordered into a special perimeter between the shore and the outside walls in a guarded and controlled-by-Aurors magical captive-ward. Which any Head Auror could lift with their wand and a particular spell, tracing the act back to said Auror of course, and as a special safety net, a second Auror had to agree casting a second spell also.

That way, there could never be any mistakes like the one where Umbridge sent two Dementors after Harry back in his youth.

Harry nodded to the four Aurors, the healer who had obviously had to declare the man as deceased, and the legal counselor of the deceased’s, who all were gathered outside cell 58 - before entering the small, smelly pit that had been Mr. Goyle´s, the father of Gregory Goyle, who was still a close friend of Draco Malfoy´s. Unlike Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle never took the Mark, and he only had to spend three months in Azkaban after the war. While Draco himself was exonerated due to Harry´s testimony claiming that Draco having saved his live, when they were being held captive at Malfoy Manor during the war, adding to that, that Narcissa Malfoy also saved Harry´s life, well, it helped the Malfoys to not become after-war outcasts after all. Lucius Malfoy had spent three years inside these walls for his crimes, and is now living a silent life behind the safety wards of a Malfoy estate in France with his wife, Draco having taken over the Manor in England when he married Astoria Greengrass two years ago.

“Head Auror Potter, glad you could finally get here,” Percy shook Harry´s hand professionally as he stopped in front of his red-haired form. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes at Percy and instead smiled patiently in return. Over the years, Percy had replaced his scrawny fragile body with lean muscles and broad shoulders, taking on the body-resemblance of Bill Weasley instead. He still had short hair, but his facial features had changed somewhat along the way also, adding to that the removal of the glasses he no longer needed - most would call the Weasley attractive, until he spoke of course.

“So, what have you found out so far Perce?” Harry of course noticed the way Percy glanced around immediately to see if anyone had heard the way Harry had just addressed him at work, and the scowl already plastered across his face, before Harry turned to stare at the body of Mr. Goyle.

Percy quickly gathered his wits and spoke firmly. “He was murdered,” Thus the meaning for Aurors Perce, Harry impatiently thought, “and by force of Dark magic,” which brings you here, ”If you look closely at his mouth you can see a slight yellowing color present. I examined that, and ruled out any bruising as being the cause, then I used a specialized –“

“Perce – just tell me the result, not a detailed rant about how you did it; leave that to your report.” Harry interrupted him. Percy´s face contorted into something else immediately, causing it to look like he had swallowed a lemon. Harry knew the reason to this was that Harry had shut him up in the middle of doing what he loved the most, showing off. Harry didn´t really give a flying fuck. This murder case had interrupted his peace of mind, an earned one, and he would be damned if Percy would be given the chance to add to that with his annoying behavior.

Percy huffed before responding around Harry´s rude remarks; he was after all used to them by now. “The spell that murdered Mr. Goyle is a Dark ancient one that has long ago been abandoned by the Ministry, meaning it is not taught anywhere and has not been for several generations in general. One can only gain access to this particular spell if one happens to be of pureblood standards.” God, he even sounds like Lucius Malfoy. Harry rubbed his temples. “One could easily count it as an unforgivable curse. It was developed by a man in Egypt, a pureblood, who wanted to create the same effect as an extremely painful Dementor´s kiss in a highly complex spell - .”

“What? A curse can do that?” Harry shivered as he remembered his past encounters with Dementors.

Percy´s eyes narrowed when being interrupted again. “As I was saying, Head Auror Potter – the reason the spell, or curse if you will, has been forgotten, is that one has to be a pureblood to be able to perform the spell in the first place and male. It is a spell that is only mentioned in very few books, which also only can be read by pureblood male eyes.”

“Clever bastard´s invention. Well, that should narrow down who might have done this, really.” Harry was cheerful in discovering this, because that meant he could solve the case quickly and resume his vacation time.

“I must agree with you Head Auror Potter, however –“

“For fuck´s sake Perce, it’s me, call me Harry!”

“– the person who committed this crime cannot be traced with the same measures as one would usually find the evidence to convict them.”

“Meaning?” He´s already giving me a damn headache.

“In essential procedures –“

“Small words Perce! You don´t need to impress me with your tight-arse crap.” Harry´s temper was not usually this bad, he had really learned to control it over the past couple of years, but having his vacation cancelled and having to deal with Percy on top of that, would drive anybody over the top, really.

“How dare you speak to me in that tone –“ Harry turned on his heels and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“We have work to do, and I –“ Harry spun around, eyes flaming with annoyance that made Percy take a step back from him.

“Look Percy – this is not going to work, this teamwork. I will tell Kingsley –“ Harry threw his hands up in the air in an act of surrender.

“Minister Shacklebolt.” Percy corrected him.

“- Kingsley, that I cannot possible work this case with you of all people. Since you are the first Head Auror on sight, and this is your field of expertise - any other Auror can simply be placed as investigating Auror in charge.”

“I don´t understand why that is necessary.” The other responded frowning.

“Really Perce? You flinch at everything I say or do, you talk like a pompous snob, who thinks himself better than everyone else and I really don´t want our work to ruin what little family contact we have every Sunday at your parents´ house.” Harry lifted his glasses from the rim of his nose and rubbed his tired eyes wearily. “Forget it.” Harry left Percy standing there looking dumb with his mouth hanging open as if prepared to convince Harry to see reason.

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The wards were alerted at Grimmauld Place, which had been totally renovated by Harry to make it into a home instead of the half molding-away ruin it was beginning to resemble prior the war. Harry opened the door, knowing that only his friends and family members, he had approved off, would be able to cross his threshold to knock in the first place.

He was met by the blue eyes of one Percy Weasley, and sighed audibly. “What do you want Perce?” Harry´s headache was on rebound the moment he saw the red-haired male.

“I spoke with the Minister and he agrees that you are being as immature as always, and now also regarding this case.” The blunt reply came, blue eyes piercing Harry´s green ones.

“Do you want me to slam the door in your face Perce, because I fucking will if you keep this up?!” Percy pushed past Harry and entered his home before Harry realized what was happening, and Harry then slammed the door with a loud bang, causing Percy to jump slightly when meeting his gaze.

“Come in, why don´t you?” Harry said sarcastically, and led the way into the kitchen where he was about to prepare his dinner, not caring if Percy would follow him or not. Fuck it, Harry thought and took out the flyer from Angelo´s to order a Pizza.

“Junk food is not really food for the body. Not for an Auror anyway – it´s not functional for the mind and you should really watch your weight Harry.”

“Did you just call me fat?” He spat at the other.

“Of course not Harry, but you do have to think responsibly about your diet, people´s lives are at stake after all.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Because of me eating habits?” Harry placed the tip of his wand to the flyer from the wizard’s restaurant that had made a fortune in muggle take-away, to order what he wanted tonight. The food would then be apparated into the home, where the wand that had sent in the order was. Payments would be withdrawn from whoever’s vault the owner of said wand was.

“You have to be able to chase down the criminals.” Percy simply answered him. Moments later the double cheese and chili family pizza appeared in front of Harry and he took it with him to the table in his dining room and sat down with a couple of butter beers placed beside him. Percy followed like a tame dog but didn´t sit.

Harry uncorked the beer and took a large swig at it much to Percy´s displeasure, Harry saw him cringing his nose at the gesture. Harry began eating with his fingers, which was easier, since the Pizza was already sliced on arrival. “Sit down if you plan on staying.” Harry said with his mouth full. Percy hesitated, but knew he had to stay and settle this if he planned to solve the murder case.

“The Minister assigned you to this particular case, because it involved a Death eater, and he was confident that you would be fair in solving it. Most others would hardly care if Mr. Goyle died, but you are different.”

“I don´t care either.” Harry took another bite and offered Percy a slice too knowing he would not accept.

“No thank you. Yes, that might be true Harry, but you have a high moral in ethics that most do not. You would never let any murderer run free, no matter who the victim is.” Harry placed the other beer in front of Percy.

Harry stared at Percy for a moment, knowing that this was indeed true before responding. “If we are to talk, you eat and drink with me. No glasses, no plates and no utensils, like me.” And then, when you decline and leave I can watch a movie and relax, alone. Harry almost swallowed the bite he had just taken whole, when the other picked up a piece of Pizza with his bare hands and studied it before sinking his teeth into it and carefully chewing. Percy coughed slightly from the chili´s effect, but Harry opened the other beer and Percy accepted it promptly and swallowed some easing the pain in his throat.

Harry grinned. So there is a human being in there somewhere, who knew? “Cheers,” he saluted, as he raised his beer to Percy and again was surprised when the redhead returned the gesture. Harry downed his beer and summoned another lazily. Kreacher still lived here, and their relationship was highly improved, but Harry had ordered him away to visit his cousins while he had intended to be away himself. “Why do you sit like that?”

Percy of course swallowed his bite before speaking. “Like what?” He wondered.

Harry´s eyes ran over Percy´s stiff, straightened back. Nobody sits like that. “Like you have a stick up your arse.” Percy positively paled at that blunt assessment.

“I do not sit like that.”

“Oh, yes you bloody well do.” Harry drank from his second beer. “Or maybe it´s a plug?” He laughed at the idea of Percy taking it up his rear. He was by far the most straight old fashioned man Harry had ever met, never saying anything remotely sexual, always making sure not to touch or even hug another male. Harry for one, had never even seen Percy hugging one of his own brothers, Arthur being the only one Harry had ever seen being touchy towards. Percy was for sure a homophobic.

Why the hell is he blushing? Is he really that afraid of talking about sex? Maybe he´s a virgin still and that´s why Penelope left? Harry caught the laugh before it could escape his throat. “Oh come on Perce, you´re in your mid-twenties, stop being such a prude.”

“I am not a prude! I just find it highly private to talk about that sort of thing.”

“Sex.”

“Stop it!” Percy hissed.

Harry leaned closer to the other man grinning. “Sex, sex, sex, sex, SEEEEEEX.”

“You´re such a child Harry, really!”

“Tops being a boring know-it-all with no social skills.” He mumbled. Harry and Percy were always bickering, but it was mostly for fun, well, Harry´s and the rest of Percy´s siblings´ fun, anyway. Percy stood up abruptly and left a still grinning Harry behind. Harry went after the man without thinking about it. “Come on Perce, I was only joking. You know me.”

“Be that as it may,” he said, turning around to face Harry, “I do not tend to find it amusing being ridiculed for my sexuality, especially not from you, of all people.”

Harry blinked dumbly. His sexuality? He´s gay? Oh my god. Harry took a few steps towards the other and Percy backed away until Harry stopped moving. “I-I didn´t know you were gay Perce, I´m sorry. I never meant to –“

“Of course you did - it´s what always happens around my brothers and you.”

“Wait a minute Perce, we never – we didn´t know you were into men. You should have told us, we would have stopped –“

“It is my business, not yours!”

“We´re family Perce.” Percy flinched when Harry´s hand touched his right shoulder. “I´m not going to hurt you, for crying out loud Perce – what, my touch disgusts you so much?”

Percy´s breathing had increased and he looked positively paler than ever, he didn´t even notice when Harry guided him into the living room and gestured him onto the couch to sit down. Percy blinked and stared to his left to find Harry sitting there staring oddly at him. Harry is so close, all you have to do is lean in a little and then you can –

“Perce? Are you listening? You alright again?” Percy blinked again. “Look, I really am sorry, I never meant to – fuck Perce, forgive me?

He smells so divine. I can´t breathe this close to him. “I should leave.”

“Don´t be stupid, stay here. We´ll talk about the case some more, okay?” It should be a crime to have such beautiful eyes, a man can´t possibly be expected to get any work done around them. “Yes?” Maybe I could stay for a little while, he is inviting me to. It would be impolite not to.

“Apology accepted.” The visibly relief in Harry face was grand, and Percy felt proud to be the sole reason of that, even though he could never get anything more from Harry, he knew that of course. Harry had dated his sister, and that Cho girl, and two other females after Ginny, whom Percy had forgotten the names of, Harry was not interested in men. Percy sighed and looked away from the alluring green orbs that had enthralled him since his own seventh year at Hogwarts.

“So – we are dealing with someone with a grudge against Goyle, a male - who is also a pureblood, yes?” Harry changed the subject. Percy nodded.

“That´s right. He would also have to have inside knowledge to bypass the Azkaban wards, meaning he had an accomplice inside the walls or worse –“

“He is a guard himself.” Harry finished. Percy was pleased to see Harry coming to the same conclusions as he had.

“There is also this.” Percy took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Harry. “I found it near the body and was allowed to take it here by the Minister himself.” Yes, yes Perce. You´re so trustworthy and boring nobody would hesitate or think you would ever lose a clue. I get it. Harry ranted to himself while reading.

´Selfish enough to sacrifice his own bloodline´s survival - he had no soul to begin with.´

“I had it tested, a spell was used to write those words, there is no way telling who´s handwriting it is.”

“Oh,” Harry simply said. “This is strange - why leave a note for us to find? Is the killer doing it to mock us or does he want us to catch him?”

“Maybe he is trying to justify his actions by explaining his reasons to us.” Harry´s eyes snapped to Percy´s.

“That´s brilliant Perce - that might be it. So, he is not only a murderer but also one with a conscience?”

“Hmm, or maybe he simply wants to trick himself into thinking that.” Harry´s eyes shone when they looked at Percy. They did, didn´t they? Percy could very much get used to being the object of that look.
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