The Secrets that we Keep

Chapter 2 – Deception

A/N: Sorry I practically ignored this fic. It's just that I've been super busy with school. Plus I also got Valkyrie Profile 2: Silmeria for my PS2. Pre-ordered! I haven't stopped playing the game ever since I got it! It's like crack! Long story short…I bought it Sep 27, beat it yesterday, Oct 15…HELL YEAH! In other news, I hope you guys keep reading my story!

Also, I've been spending a lot of my time on my more mainstream success Naruto boy love story, Enchantress. That's been getting a LOT more attention than any of my other stories so I had to keep up with it. But now I'm at a writer's block for it so I'm going back to my untouched HP fics.

Oh and for you X-men fans…I'm currently writing another boy love fic with Angel and my own original character named "Frey". Story titled Sacred Aether. Check it out if you like!

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Cedric was sitting his large office atop of U.K. Steel's headquarters. He was going through some more paper work regarding the company's expansion but half of his attention kept lingering on from that event about two nights ago. The boy who mysteriously titled himself as "Godric" hadn't left his thoughts. Although being in the 'spy-business' himself for only a couple of years, he's always worked alone. Then out of the blue, another spy, a teenager none the less, pops out of no where and saves him…well aided him anyway. As much as Cedric's pride didn't want to admit it, the boy didn't save his life, he just merely showed up in the right place at the right time. Still though, if it wasn't for him, he would have questionable marks on himself that would not look good in the eyes of his co-workers and the general public. If it wasn't for him, the lives of the incapacitated officers they found would've ended that night.

He didn't know why, but he continued to wonder when he would encounter the black-haired youth again. Chances may have been slim since he pointed out that he too was a lone-wolf, but he had a feeling that the probability wasn't at zero. Cedric wanted to get to know this new addition to the secret agent community and find out his true motives. The phone on his desk began to light up. Cedric picked it up and noticed the caller ID display.

"Yes Bridgette?"

The woman on the other line spoke in a very quiet voice but Cedric still heard every word of it. "He requests your attention…" Cedric's attention became serious and he gently set the phone down on his desk. He silently walked to his door, closed it and locked it. He pressed a nearby switch and all of the large windows around his office were covered by the automated blinds. He walked over to his desk and sat back down. "Many thanks Bridgette." Cedric hung up and gave his secretary a ring.

"Hello President Diggory, what can I do for you?"

"Lynette, can you inform anyone who requests my presence to leave a message with you? I have an urgent phone call that I have to engage in and I must not – under any circumstances – be interrupted."

"I will man my post and activate the land mines sir." She jokingly laughed. Cedric in turn shared a laugh.

"Never a dull moment with you isn't it Lynette? Pass it on to Estelle alright? Many thanks again."

"Anytime President Diggory."

Cedric hung up and wiped away the sand from a feng shui sand box decoration on his desk to reveal a hidden number pad (1). He pressed a series of numbers and then flicked a switch right next to it which was disguised as a standing pen. In front of him appeared a medium sized flat screen. General Colins was calling.

"Good morning Agent Brock, I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

"Not at all General"

"I see Bridgette has successfully informed you of my call."

"Yes she has…so General…what have we got today?"

"Oddly enough, we have received a peculiar package today at one of our agencies. It has been opened in an anti-explosive isolation chamber with the use of mechanical and animatronic limbs to aid in the package's exposure. It had no return address so automatically we assumed it was an explosive or something hazardous."

"What have you uncovered?"

"We have taken it apart multiple times, scanned and identified each part multiple times and found no trace evidence of harmful materials."

"In short…"

"An ordinary music box…"

"A music box huh? What kind of melody did it play?"

"We like to assume that its melody is classical. None of our workers are really all that in depth in the background of music. This is why we contacted you."

"For help on an unidentifiable song?"

"As strange as it sounds yes…please Brock, we'd like to have an expert's analysis of it. It may give us a clue about you know who."

Cedric sighed "Alright I give in, play it for me." Colins nodded and let the music box play its melody over the picture phone. The melody was familiar to Cedric. It was on the tip of his tongue…he just knew it.

"Anything?"

"Yeah…as odd as it is, it's not an actual classical music composition." The soothing melody continued to play. "Despite its soothing yet haunting melody, it sounds like a lullaby…and call me crazy but I think this song is supposed to have lyrics with it too. I mean it sounds beautiful the way it is but somehow it seems like an instrumental version of a lyrical song."

"What could it mean?"

"I'll get back to you on it. Inform your technicians to loop the song and upload it to my computer in the Cavern. Tell your agents to keep working on the music box's song with what I've given you. If you haven't discovered anything new by the time I get home, I will work on it myself. Besides, I have a company to run."

"My apologies Brock. We can't thank you enough for your help."

Cedric nodded and turned off the picture phone. He also got rid of the blinds, unlocked the door to his office, and informed his two secretaries that his call had just "finished". He was to leave work in only 2 hours but he still had Godric as well as that strange melody in his head.

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It was nighttime and Cedric was stealthily driving in the Badger towards one of London's most spectacular – and tallest – hotels, The Valiant. Apparently someone hacked into his computer system and sent him a little note. The tone of the short letter made him realize who it was despite the lack of a signature.

I would like to meet up with you once again boy-scout. Judging from your secret agent-persona that you have so cleverly crafted right beneath Lord Voldemort's nose, there must definitely lay a man of intelligence behind the brute and the beauty. I will be located at these coordinates. I promise you, our second meeting will only be between the two of us…no strings attached. I eagerly await your presence once again.

Cedric made a feral growl and continued to drive. He would have to deal with the music box melody some other time.

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Surely enough, Cedric had arrived at the same street the hotel was located on. He parked some distance away in a wide field and turned on the Badger's invisibility device. He climbed to the top of an apartment complex across the street and used a grappling hook to locate himself to the top of the hotel. He felt like a petty criminal as he had to break in through the ventilation system and use the fire escape staircases. There had to be a lot of electronic tampering for him to accomplish such a feat without attracting any attention from the cameras and alarms. It's not like a hotel – let alone a very popular hotel among the rich – wouldn't have security right, left, center, above, below, and any thing in between.

He punched a large vent screen that was right beneath him and slipped through the opening, landing gracefully onto the hardwood dance floor. He was in the Victorian Ballroom, located on the top most floor of the hotel.

"Show yourself! I know you're here…" As if on command, an elegant figure appeared from the shadows.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk…the heart of a hero but the manners of a caveman? I thought so highly of you boy-scout. Is that anyway to treat a lady, let alone within the ballrooms of London's most spectacular hotel?"

Bellatrix appeared in a skin tight black leather outfit (2) with her hair in a tight bun.

"I've arrived…what do you want?" Cedric demanded forcefully.

"Me? I thought that request was pretty obvious…YOU of course. After bearing witness to your 'defender of justice' image I knew you were someone worthy of my time." All of a sudden, the lights turned on as Bellatrix gently sat down on one of the bar's stools. Apparently, there were two martini glasses on top of the counter with Wormtail dressed up as a high class bouncer – carelessly wiping up a mug.

"Care for a drink?" she flirtatiously said.

"No thanks…" Bella merely shrugged her shoulders and drank her beverage.

"You know it's not everyday Lord Voldemort holds a grudge against one person for more than a day. He has taken a current interest in you after interfering with a few of his plans a few years ago – such as that tomb raid in Egypt and that hostage situation with Archduke Friedrich of Austria." She took another sip.

"Your actual pledge to capture him, imprison him in the infamous Azkaban for his crimes and eventually sentence him to death after solitary confinement for countless murders – more famously of that Potter filth – have branded you as a thorn in his side." She smirked. "Despite your heroic catch phrases…you are very much like our Lord in terms of philosophies."

Cedric became angered at such a claim.

"How DARE you compare me to your sick master! He and I are NOTHING alike. He is the vilest human being that has even been given the right to exist." He spat out coldly.

"Oh?...It seems as though you want him to be driven to insanity before having him killed…like I said, you are just like him: tracking down those who do wrong in your eyes and have them pay for their sins through the proper form of judgment. That seems about right to me…the only difference would be your target objectives: while you go after him, he goes after the filthy…and that's what I like about you. You're so much like the Lord of chaos." She made a sly look in her eyes.

Cedric growled and Bellatrix couldn't help but smirk. She finished her drink and elegantly walked up right in front of him. She held out her hand in a very lady-like manner. Out of no where a classical piano ballad began to play – possibly the result of Wormtail activating the record player.

"It's customary for a man to escort a woman on to the dance floor."

If Bellatrix wanted mind games, then she would get one. Like the proper gentleman he was raised to be, Cedric took the ebony-haired woman's hand and brought her on to the floor. They properly positioned themselves and began to dance to the music. It was around 5 minutes before Bellatrix spoke up.

"Now isn't this fun? I must say you really are quite the gentleman. You even know how to ballroom dance properly. Strong and sturdy muscles, a powerful and cognitive mind, and proper socializing skills to top off this magnificent statue of perfection…although that animal-like temper of yours could be put to better use…let's see…what lies beneath…"

Before she even moved her hand, Cedric's right arm immediately clutched hers in an attempt he knew all too well: someone wanted to know his identity. He added an extra hard grip on her wrist to make sure a nice bruise would be left there, and a broken bone for an added bonus.

"OW!" and there came the bonus.

Bellatrix growled herself after such an act and clutched her painful wrist. Cedric couldn't help but chuckle.

"You brat! I'll teach you to injure a woman!"

"On the contrary, you have yet to prove to me you're a woman in any way."

"You…" she said in a tone full of venom. "I tried to be nice to you, and this is the thanks I get? You've made your biggest mistake angering Voldemort's Black Widow!" From her gloved fingertips protruded long bladed nails. Cedric too unleashed his own claws from the tops of his gloved hands.

"AHHHHHH!"

Bella let out a maniacal scream as she dashed for Cedric with her sharp claws. The two fought for sometime with the sound the clashing metal echoing across the entire room.

The battle seemed like a stalemate until Cedric aimed a perfectly timed and heavy kick to Bella's stomach. The wind was knocked out of her as she was knocked down to the floor. Her breathing was erratic and the pure emotion of hate was in her breath. After a few moments, she leaped up from the floor and made a clear swipe for Cedric's face. He just barely dodged it as two thin cuts were made across his right cheek.

Bellatrix back flipped away to the nearest window and clutched on to the glass with her un-clawed hand.

"This is NOT over boy-scout!" she made a heavy back handed punch to the window as it made a loud shattering noise, completely destroyed. The alarm throughout the entire hotel was heard.

"AHAHAHAH! You have five minutes until security comes up and sees you! Your days as a crime fighter are over! The emergency exits are locked, the air vents are sealed, and the only way to get out is through this window! Unless you can survive a 32 story fall, there's no way to escape unnoticed! The only safe way out is through the guards, and I doubt you'll be on their welcome list if you barge right through them by force. Oh and by the way…I think you would find this little tidbit VERY thought provoking. That filthy little runt known to the public as "The Boy who Vanished"…we are only a breath away from locating his whereabouts. LONG LIVE LORD VOLDEMORT!"

With that said, Bella leaped out of the broken window. Cedric ran over to it to see if she committed suicide but apparently she was safely fleeing with the use of a hidden black hang glider that was somehow undetected by him. He looked around and noticed that Pettigrew had vanished as well.

Dammit…how does that rat always manage to escape?

"HE'S IN THE VICTORIA BALLROOM!"

"SURROUND ALL OF THE EXITS!"

In a matter of moments, the doors were busted open and he was surrounded by 14 armed hotel security guards.

"HALT! PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!"

Cedric felt as though he was screwed royally. He was beginning to question his skills as a spy and wondered why he became so rusty after he was doing such a good job a few years back. Mom, Dad, Abe, Harry…forgive me…He willingly surrendered and began to move his hands up.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"

Huh? The sound of a young voice invaded the ballroom. Out of no where, a young teen hopped around from table to table and gracefully flipped through the air on to the dance floor in front of Cedric.

"GODRIC!"

Without a moment's notice, the boy threw out a number of small balls in a fan-shape motion in front of him. Upon contact with the ground, the balls exploded into a large cloud of grey smoke causing the guards to shield their eyes and cough out the ashy substance.

"This way!" The boy grabbed on to Cedric's arm and led him to the window that Bellatrix had escaped through.

"Here…I'm assuming this is yours? I don't know how to use one of these so make yourself useful. Aim for one of the legs of that water silo above that building."

Cedric nodded and took the grappling hook from the boy's hands. He shot it out and just like that, it latched on tightly to the structure's leg.

"Hang on tight!"

Cedric instinctively wrapped his free arm around Godric's slim waist, held on to him tightly and leaped out of the window, swinging through the air in a wide arc. They quietly landed on the sidewalk and ran directly into an alley way and back up against a wall – Cedric's arm never left the boy's waist. They heard the sirens of the police force ringing everywhere. Cedric held his breath but Godric calmly opened up the backpack that was around his back and pulled out a strange silvery colored cloak (3). He flung the garment around the both of them as he moved closer to press up against the older boy's body. Cedric couldn't help but blush at the sudden action.

"U-um…"

"Be quiet…what's around us right now is an invisibility cloak. If we don't make any noise, not even an animal could locate us."

"Alright" In order to give him a little more security, Cedric wrapped his other arm around the boy, completely embracing him.

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Once they saw a squad of officers and cars in front of the hotel, they figured that was the proper time to escape, assuming that no more reinforcements were on their way. They eventually made their way towards a park with a nice arrangement of trees and shrubbery to hide behind. They caught their breaths for a moment before talking to each other.

"Thanks…that's twice already…" Cedric now had to admit, the boy had skill, and he knew how to use them.

"Save me your gratitude" the raven haired teen was putting away his invisibility cloak. "

You're not really living up to your reputation as a spy if you keep getting caught up in messes like this."

"I-I know…I've been thinking about being completely prepared for anything next time."

"Hmph…having to correct the mistakes of a spy who's older than me and whose had more experience in this field than me? Has quality really reached its ending point among agents these days?"

Cedric couldn't help but feel guilty at the boy's retort. He was probably a good ten years his junior and yet his skills would have been comparable to a 1st class Agent, while he himself had to be rescued by this boy twice in the span of three days. He almost didn't notice the boy walking away.

"Godric wait!" Cedric ran up to the boy and gripped on to his hand, yanking him straight into his chest.

"Wh-what do you want you mishap!"

"Don't leave this time…please…like I said last time, we have the same goals. You could have left me to be arrested but you didn't…." Cedric took a breath. "Please join with me…your skills as a fellow spy has really impressed me. I may be older, but I myself am still in the learning process. Side with me, and teach me how to be flawless like you."

Godric couldn't help but feel awkward. Here was a man, older than himself, asking him, a teenager, for help. Although being 18 wasn't technically a teenager, he was in denial and refused to believe he was an adult just yet. Still…he felt oddly warm whenever Brock held on to him. And that hug…what was that all about? He felt as though his chest was swelling up to incredible sizes. He had to admit that Brock's broad chest was invitingly firm.

"So…it's an alliance you want with me right?"

"Yes…"

"And you're more than willing to listen to everything I have to say to you even though I'm the younger one here?"

"Absolutely…"

"And you're positive that you would like to have ME as a team-mate?"

"…more than anything…"

Godric could hear the sincerity in Brock's voice. But…his pride got in the way. Maybe he would have liked to have another spy as a partner, but right now, he wasn't in the mood. He cautiously moved up closer to Brock, chest-to-chest like they did a while ago. Cedric's mouth was getting dry and his face was getting slightly warm. He was very anxious due to the boy's silence but felt it slip away as he felt the boy begin to gently massage his right cheek. He was rubbing that same ointment that he used when the first met, on the fresh cuts of Bellatrix's lunatic attack. Cedric once again leaned into the touch.

After tending to Brock's wounds, Godric leaned closer towards the older boy's face. Cedric thought that the boy was going to kiss him and he almost did had he not bit his lip and surfaced a lot of self-control. He blamed it all on his hormones in addition to the tantalizing mysteriousness of this boy.

"My answer is…" Godric gently dragged his fingertips across his cheek down to Cedric's chin and gently pulled him closer.

Is…is he going to?

Cedric was slowly closing his eyes, eagerly waiting for the kiss. Little did he know that Godric gently blew a fine powder right into his face.

"H-hey! What the-" Cedric all of a sudden collapsed to the ground among the bushes.

"Five minutes…let's just hope that no one will catch you during that time."

TBC

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A/N: Alright where here's chapter two for ya! I originally had more in this chapter but it would have been like 4500 words long. Yikes. So I cut back on a large chunk of material and now I've reduced it to 3500 words. Stay tuned for chapter 3!

(1) Still confused? If any of you have seen the movie Josie and the Pussycats starring Rachel Leigh Cook, Rosario Dawson, and Tara Reid (pre-crazy), then think of the number pad that Fiona (played by Parker Posey) uses to show the world leaders her underground lair.

(2) Think of Uma Thurman's yellow Kill bill outfit but black.

(3) Return of the invisibility cloak! I didn't want to use the "electronic invisible cloaking device located on the utility belt" type of thing. It's just a bit overused.