Gryffindor Investigations
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
6,042
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Disaster
Sorry it took so long, folks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Madam Rosmerta, Draco Malfoy, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Gryffindor House, the Imperius Curse, or Apparation. All are the brainchildren of JK Rowling. All other people, places, and concepts in this chapter are my brainchildren, and they're not allowed to play with others without my permission.
Rating: PG, for violence
Ron returned to Number 12, Grimmauld Place to a surprise: Harry, seated in the drawing room, waiting for him.
“Where have you been?” he blurted.
“Out,” Harry replied shortly.
Even from across the room, Ron could feel the Bad Attitude oozing from his lover. Harry’s face was set in a sullen mask of annoyance, as if it irritated him to be in the same room as Ron.
“Well, I’m glad you’re back,” Ron said, as casually as he could. If the Imperius has one limit, he thought, it’s that it’s limited in scope. Madame Rosmerta didn’t stop running her tavern the time Draco Malfoy cursed her. Let’s hope that whatever Harry’s under, it works the same way, and that he’ll be too interested in what I found out to start biting my head off. “I was down at EWE this morning, and something very odd happened.”
The color rose in Harry’s cheeks. “You went there without me?” he snapped.
“Yeah, and listen to this.” Ron quickly outlined the results of his visit to EWE Enchantments, stressing particularly Williams’ slip and subsequent disappearance, and about Elizabeth Wayne. “Williams knows something, Harry, I’m sure of it—and he did a bunk to keep me getting it out of him.”
Harry considered that, obviously trying to find some way to blame Ron for Williams’ vanishing act. Finally, however, he sighed and said, “You’re right. Williams must have run because he knew he’d made a slip. He couldn’t know that you don’t know the first thing about conducting an investigation……”
Ron clenched his teeth, but said nothing.
“Did you think to look in his office?” Harry was saying.
Ron shook his head. “Edwards wouldn’t let me. He said Williams had some top-secret stuff in there, and he didn’t want even us going through it. He said he’d search it himself and let us know if he found anything out of the ordinary. We could search it ourselves without him knowing it, I think……”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Harry asked snappishly.
“What am I forgetting?”
“Whose agency this is.” Harry’s eyes were filled with loathing and anger, and Ron had to keep himself from flinching. “I’m the one who does the thinking, here, Weasley, not you. You aren’t built for it, anyway.”
Anger boiled up within Ron. With a tremendous effort, he forced it down.
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m not. So what do you think we should do?”
Harry opened his mouth to say something, and then apparently decided against it. “I don’t know,” he admitted, as if each word tasted bad. “Let me mull it over for a while.”
He left the room. Ron sank into a chair and let out a long deep breath. He had to get this case solved, before he lost his mind—and Harry.
Hours passed. Harry was yet again a no-show at lunch and dinner. Ron decided to make matters into his own hands.
After dinner, he Apparated to EWE’s offices, materializing in front of the building. It seemed dark. Taking a deep breath, he Apparated again, this time inside the building.
He tried to remember where Williams’ office was. Eventually, he found it, more by sheer luck than anything else. He placed his hand on the doorknob.
And screamed as electricity poured through his body. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Madam Rosmerta, Draco Malfoy, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Gryffindor House, the Imperius Curse, or Apparation. All are the brainchildren of JK Rowling. All other people, places, and concepts in this chapter are my brainchildren, and they're not allowed to play with others without my permission.
Rating: PG, for violence
Ron returned to Number 12, Grimmauld Place to a surprise: Harry, seated in the drawing room, waiting for him.
“Where have you been?” he blurted.
“Out,” Harry replied shortly.
Even from across the room, Ron could feel the Bad Attitude oozing from his lover. Harry’s face was set in a sullen mask of annoyance, as if it irritated him to be in the same room as Ron.
“Well, I’m glad you’re back,” Ron said, as casually as he could. If the Imperius has one limit, he thought, it’s that it’s limited in scope. Madame Rosmerta didn’t stop running her tavern the time Draco Malfoy cursed her. Let’s hope that whatever Harry’s under, it works the same way, and that he’ll be too interested in what I found out to start biting my head off. “I was down at EWE this morning, and something very odd happened.”
The color rose in Harry’s cheeks. “You went there without me?” he snapped.
“Yeah, and listen to this.” Ron quickly outlined the results of his visit to EWE Enchantments, stressing particularly Williams’ slip and subsequent disappearance, and about Elizabeth Wayne. “Williams knows something, Harry, I’m sure of it—and he did a bunk to keep me getting it out of him.”
Harry considered that, obviously trying to find some way to blame Ron for Williams’ vanishing act. Finally, however, he sighed and said, “You’re right. Williams must have run because he knew he’d made a slip. He couldn’t know that you don’t know the first thing about conducting an investigation……”
Ron clenched his teeth, but said nothing.
“Did you think to look in his office?” Harry was saying.
Ron shook his head. “Edwards wouldn’t let me. He said Williams had some top-secret stuff in there, and he didn’t want even us going through it. He said he’d search it himself and let us know if he found anything out of the ordinary. We could search it ourselves without him knowing it, I think……”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Harry asked snappishly.
“What am I forgetting?”
“Whose agency this is.” Harry’s eyes were filled with loathing and anger, and Ron had to keep himself from flinching. “I’m the one who does the thinking, here, Weasley, not you. You aren’t built for it, anyway.”
Anger boiled up within Ron. With a tremendous effort, he forced it down.
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m not. So what do you think we should do?”
Harry opened his mouth to say something, and then apparently decided against it. “I don’t know,” he admitted, as if each word tasted bad. “Let me mull it over for a while.”
He left the room. Ron sank into a chair and let out a long deep breath. He had to get this case solved, before he lost his mind—and Harry.
Hours passed. Harry was yet again a no-show at lunch and dinner. Ron decided to make matters into his own hands.
After dinner, he Apparated to EWE’s offices, materializing in front of the building. It seemed dark. Taking a deep breath, he Apparated again, this time inside the building.
He tried to remember where Williams’ office was. Eventually, he found it, more by sheer luck than anything else. He placed his hand on the doorknob.
And screamed as electricity poured through his body. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.