Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all recognizable items from it belong to J.K. Rowling & Warner Brothers. Bones and all recognizable items from the show belong to Hart Hanson and the 20th Century Fox. Anything else that you don't recognize (and is original material) is all mine. I am merely a fan putting some of his favorite characters into one place and watching what happens… like an experiment lol.

Genre: Romance/Mystery/Humor/Drama

Rating: M (just to be safe)

Warning: Slash, violence and gore. After all, this story is about evaluating dead bodies to catch killers. The bodies usually aren't in the best shape.

Summary: While investigating a murder in London, Booth and Brennan interrogate the victim's assistant, Harry Potter-Black. With his boss murdered, Harry decides to take a position at the Jeffersonian Institute under Brennan's guidance. SLASH.

Author's Note: So it's December and – as several of you have pointed out in the past few days – that means it's time for an update! I appreciate those of you who were patient and understood that it actually takes time to write a chapter and that I also write two stories :)

Anyone who watches Bones regularly knows that – so far – I've basically been following the episodes from Season 4 in chronological order. Following that pattern this chapter should have been based on the episode "The Con Man in the Meth Lab" but that's not entirely true in this instance. For the purposes of this chapter, the events that occurred in that episode would have already happened a year previous and will merely be discussed in passing in this chapter. Because I am treating the events of that episode has having already happened I will move on to the next episode entitled "The Passenger in the Oven" where Booth and Brennan are gone and the interns have been left behind. Hopefully that will come across in the chapter… if not, oh well, ask about it in a review.

Finally I must say that even though we were separated for a month you all really kicked the crap out of that poll. At last count there were almost 500 voters! That's freaking amazing! Most polls I see only get 30-50 participants. I'll definitely have to throw another poll up there soon. Let me know if you have any ideas as to what would be a fun poll to do. Until then I think I'll keep the current poll up :)

As always, don't forget to read the Author's Note at the end of the chapter!

Yanked from the U.K.

Moriarty's Minion

Chapter 11
"Brotherly Love"

On Monday morning Harry was roused from his sleep by the unsettling sensation that he was being watched.

Normally Harry would probably have just ignored the feeling and burrowed further into the comfort of his sheets. He would have just told himself that he was being paranoid, that there was no threat within the confines of his magically secured home.

Unfortunately Harry found that such rationalizations couldn't be made when there was extra weight on his bed as someone leaned over him. Further more he could hear their heavy, labored breathing making it even more obvious that he was not alone in his room.

Harry stealthily cracked an eye open and was startled to see that the intruder was none other than Orion. In his surprise the Wizard forgot to continue pretending to be asleep and his eyes shot open. Seeing that his master was awake Orion's tongue slipped out of the side of his mouth in a pseudo-greeting.

"Why are you always on the beds?" Harry asked the dark-haired dog. "I think we've spoiled you rotten."

Orion tilted his head as if to physically demonstrate how little he understood of Harry's tired ramblings. Harry chuckled and patted Orion's belly instead before rolling away from the dog and ignoring him.

Too bad for Harry that Orion was not willing to be ignored. When nudging Harry with his snout proved ineffective, Orion decided that his next course of action should be a vocal one. Soon harsh barking filled the room.

Harry casually waved at the dog, magically silencing Orion. Perplexed as to why his barking wasn't resulting in sound, Orion began shuffling impatiently on the bed.

"Orion!" Harry screeched as the dog began to lick his face with abandon. In his haste to escape the dog's reach Harry accidentally fell out of the bed and landed hard on the wood floor.

Orion took Harry's spot on the bed in an act of victory. Harry gazed up from the floor as Orion's head appeared over the side of the bed. Harry smirked back at the dog evilly.

"You know what, Orion?" Harry asked as he tucked his arms behind his head. "I think it may just be time we gave you a big, soapy bubble bath."

At the word 'bath' Orion began noiselessly barking again before leaping off the bed and hurtling out of the bedroom. Harry laughed loudly at the dog's retreat before beginning his morning exercise routine. He had only just begun his second set of sit-ups when a pajama clad Teddy appeared in his doorway.

"What's wrong with Orion?" Teddy asked sleepily, rubbing at his eyes.

Harry chuckled at his godson's disheveled hair. "He tried to get to first base with me, that's what."

Teddy frowned. "What does baseball have to do with anything?"

"Uh… nothing," Harry decided on trying to avoid explaining his careless choice of words at all costs. He would do anything to not jump-start the 'birds and the bees' talk with his godson. Sometimes being a coward paid off for the Boy-Who-Lived. "So what are you doing up so early?"

"Orion," Teddy explained as he climbed onto Harry's unmade bed and watched his godfather continue his work out. "He's been hiding under my covers and his breath his terrible."

"Ah, that might have been my fault."

"Why?"

"I may have zapped his voice," Harry admitted guiltily. "He was barking really loudly."

"You took away his voice?" Teddy demanded with a betrayed look in his eyes that hurt Harry's heart to see it aimed at him. "I thought you liked Orion!"

"I do like Orion," Harry switched to push-ups so that he didn't have to look his godson in the eye. "Relax, Teddy, the spell will wear off in a few hours. Until then it'll be nice to have some peace and quiet."

Teddy nodded reluctantly. "Okay, I guess."

"You have a good weekend?" Harry asked, attempting to change the direction of the conversation towards something more positive.

"Oh yeah!" Teddy replied excitedly his eyes opening wide for the first time that morning. "It was a blast!"

Harry smiled at his godson's happiness. After the Black Exhibit had opened, Harry had made good on his promise to spend more quality time with Teddy. There was a reason that D.C. was considered a great city for tourists and Harry made sure he took Teddy and Andromeda to see why. With the exception of Andromeda dragging them to the opening of some new opera, Harry and Teddy had enjoyed themselves immensely.

"Good! Then maybe we can do more stuff this weekend?" Harry asked as he finished his workout routine and downed some water. "I was thinking we could try our hand at paintball."

Teddy shifted nervously on the bed. "Actually… I was wondering if I could invite a friend over?"

"Of course," Harry replied instantly. He was sad that Teddy didn't want to go play paintball with him but was happy that Teddy's friendships had progressed enough for him to spend a weekend with them. "I assume this is the amazing Parker I've heard so much about?"

Teddy nodded, relieved that Harry had agreed. "I was thinking maybe he could come over on Friday and we could do a slumber party?"

"As long as he doesn't mind the fact that we have no furniture in the house," Harry quipped with a smile. "Are you sure you don't want to invite anyone else from your class?"

"Maybe," Teddy shrugged indifferently. "I'll see what the other kids are up to."

"Just don't forget to have them ask their parents for permission," Harry reminded Teddy seriously. "The last thing I need is some over-protective parent banging down my door."

Teddy hopped off the bed to give Harry an appreciative hug before bolting out of the room. "I've got to get ready for school!"

Harry shook his head at the boys' quick change in attention. He tried to remember if he was that easily distracted when he was younger.

Of course I wasn't, Harry chuckled to himself, I had Hermione to keep me in line…

An added benefit to taking Teddy and Andromeda on a tour of the city was the distraction it provided from having to return to work. Harry wasn't exactly excited to face some of the reactions from his coworkers. He'd never been comfortable being at the center of attention.

Unfortunately for Harry two very unfortunate events occurred that made any hope of escaping unnoticed impossible. The first was that a massive grave had been uncovered in China and almost all of the corpses inside had decomposed beyond recognition. Anthropologists across the world were being called in to help identify the remains based solely on their bones – which, of course, meant that Dr. Brennan had been invited. As her protection Agent Booth was required to go with her.

Seeing as both their FBI contact and their boss were absent from work, there would be no new cases for the Jeffersonian employees to work on. This left their minds free to think on the events that had transpired at the Black Exhibit opening.

The second very unfortunate thing to happen to Harry occurred right after getting through the security. Waiting on the other side for him was Dr. Bancroft with a very eager smile. Harry had been forced to listen to the man make small talk with him as he was walked to the Forensic department.

Harry attempted several times to get the man to leave him before his co-workers spotted them talking but each time was fruitless. For whatever reason Dr. Bancroft was determined to have the entire department witness their friendly conversation.

And it showed in the faces of his coworkers as well. A sort of hush fell across the normally bustling laboratory as the scientists caught sight of Dr. Bancroft escorting Harry to his office. Harry tried to mask his displeasure but he was sure it came out as more of a grimace than anything else. While the reactions varied greatly from jealousy to curiosity there was no doubt in Harry's mind that people's estimations of him had been severely effected by Bancroft's display.

"Nice weekend?" Vincent asked as Harry shrugged off his satchel and collapsed into this chair.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Everything was fine until Bancroft had to walk me in here himself and make a big show of it."

"That was pretty strange," Vincent agreed, leaning forward. "I didn't know you were friends with him."

"I'm not," Harry corrected him quickly. "I think he's deluded himself into thinking he's doing me some kind of favor by hanging around me. If I wanted people to make a big deal about my family then I would have told them about it."

Vincent nodded in agreement. "About that…"

"What?" Harry asked hesitantly. He didn't need any more complications today.

"Hodgins was asking about your surnames at the opening last Friday," Vincent informed him with a slightly guilty expression. "I didn't tell him anything, but he seemed to know that the Potters were also fairly well off."

Harry groaned and let his head fall onto his desk. "Great."

"Just thought I should warn you," Vincent added sympathetically. Harry nodded with his forehead still against the desk.

Someone cleared their throat from behind Vincent's chair. "Sleeping on the job, Mr. Potter-Black?"

Harry whipped his head off the desk and looked up to see Dr. Saroyan staring at him from behind Vincent's desk. Harry shook his head. "Of course not, Dr. Saroyan."

"Good," she smiled tightly in response. "In that case I'm sure you're wondering why all of the interns are here?"

Harry quickly glanced around the office, startled to see that, indeed, all of the interns were in the office. He had figured that with Booth and Brennan out of the country that only those on rotation would have been required for the day. Daisy and Arastoo hesitantly returned eye contact while Clark and Fisher simply looked bored. Harry was slightly hurt when Wendell merely glanced at him before immediately returning his attention to his computer.

"I've asked you all to come in so that we can finally get rid of that backlog in our case reports," Dr. Saroyan explained, increasing the volume of her voice so that she could address everyone. "I know that with Dr. Brennan out of the office for the rest of the week that you might have been planning on a few days off, but it's more important that we get these reports done."

Everyone nodded obediently though Harry could tell by their disappointed expressions that they had actually been hoping for a vacation. Harry hadn't cared much since he'd been on rotation for the next few days anyway.

"Excellent." Cam began passing out sheets of paper with lists on them. As Harry took his he quickly realized that these were the cases with unfinished reports. "As an added incentive anyone who finishes his or her list of backlog cases may take the rest of the week off. I trust that everyone is amenable to that?"

Harry nodded along with the rest. He knew that it would probably take everyone until Thursday to finish their backlogged cases but at least they'd get Friday off. Dr. Saroyan warned them that they'd be on their own for the rest of the week and to let her know when they were done with their reports. Harry understood that she was giving them the ability to regulate themselves as long as they got their work done by the end of the week.

"Looks like I'm off to the FBI field office," Harry informed Vincent as he gathered up his things. "They have all my evidence from that con man who got blown up."

"That's what you get for always going out into the field," Vincent reminded him before proudly showing off his own list. "I get to stay here with the nice air conditioning and sort through my evidence piles at my own leisure."

Harry rolled his eyes at the intern. "Since Cam's leaving us alone for the week, would you mind covering for me if I have to leave early tomorrow?"

"A business dinner with a Senator?" Vincent guessed with a smirk.

"Shut it."

"I bet it's a regatta gala!" Vincent continued pushing Harry's buttons. "Could it be a movie premiere in Hollywood? I'm sure the President would lend you Air Force One…"

Harry glared at him, swinging his work satchel over his shoulder and making sure the latches were secure. "Of all people I thought you might give me some slack over this."

"And why is that?" Vincent asked, quirking an eyebrow at him and looking very pleased with himself. "Because we're both British? Because we share a desk?"

"Because we're friends!"

"But that's why I'm doing this," Vincent assured him before throwing himself out of his chair and onto his knees. The intern opened his arms up in a dramatic fashion at Harry and continued loudly, "Forgive me, my lord!"

Harry's eyes went wide in embarrassment.

"Someone of my lowly station should never have mocked you so!" Vincent continued his theatrical teasing, his voice and the humorous glint in his eyes increasing. "Can you ever forgive, my liege?"

Harry had to remind himself that comparing Vincent to a repentant House Elf wouldn't mean anything to him. At least the House Elf would have been genuine in its request for leniency…

"You're starting to attract attention," Harry hissed, blushing furiously as people on the forensics platform began to look around for where the voices were coming from.

Vincent glanced around. "So?"

"You stop this at once!" Harry mumbled as he tried to look as if Vincent's teasing wasn't getting to him. The last thing he needed was for the rest of the interns to think it was appropriate to prank him for the rest of the week.

"And why should I?" Vincent asked curiously.

"Because you know what I used to do for MI-5," Harry reminded him pointedly. "And if you don't stop this instant then I'm going to use some of my training to get you back."

Vincent gulped and immediately returned to his chair. "I was just playing around."

Harry immediately felt guilty for using one of Vincent's worst fears against him. Even after knowing that Harry wasn't one of the Death Eaters, the intern continued to flinch at the very mention of the terrorist group. Which was just fine with Harry, he didn't want to discuss his time amongst Voldemort's elite either.

"Just keep the teasing between us," Harry compromised before rushing out of the lab. As he got into the elevator to the parking garage he began a silent prayer to Merlin himself that something newsworthy happen that would take the attention away from him.

After Cam had given the interns their assignments she headed back up to finish up on her own work. Harry's opinion of her as a bureaucrat was not far off base. Dr. Camille Saroyan was unmarried, not dating, had no kids, and was excellent at her job – which meant that she spent a lot of time at work. Even though she'd given her staff the hope of getting Friday off, the woman still intended on using it productively to get her own office in order.

Which is why when she first heard the three quick raps on her closed office door, Cam assumed it was security dropping off the package that she'd ordered. Since everyone else in the lab should have been busy, there was little chance of it being a coworker needing assistance.

As she worked on her shelving, Cam could barely turn enough towards the door to see who was there. "Come on in! Don't mind the mess!"

The door clicked open and then shut as someone walked into her office. "You can just leave it on the office desk," Cam instructed as she continued to organize the bookcases that lined the back wall.

"Leave what on the desk?" a deep male voice asked curiously.

Cam turned and her eyes widened in surprise to find Jared Booth looking back at her. Dressed in his Navy uniform, Cam took in his Lieutenant-Commander designation to make sure it really was him. "Jared?"

"The one and only," Jared quipped, giving her a mock salute.

Cam stepped down off her ladder and moved forward to give him a tight hug. "Are you looking for Seeley? Because he's not here for the rest of the week."

"I know," Jared admitted as she released him from the hug.

"You know?"

Jared nodded. "It's why I came here actually. I wanted to talk to you without running into my big brother."

Cam sighed and motioned for the youngest Booth to sit at the desk. "Jared you know how much I care about you and your brother but I can't keep getting in the middle of your squabbles."

"I know and I appreciate you always trying to stay neutral between us," Jared replied with a nervous smile. "And the truth is that I don't want to put you in the middle of anything. I just need some advice."

"Be careful what you ask for," Cam warned him with a smile. "I love to get into other people's business and boss them around. I'm pretty sure that's why I went out for this job."

Jared smiled back at her. "The truth is that after last year's catastrophe with Seeley–"

" – is that what you're calling it?" Cam interrupted sarcastically. "As I remember you not only cost your brother the biggest case of his career but you made fun of him while on a date with Dr. Brennan. Plus you nearly came to blows on his birthday."

"Wow, you weren't kidding about that bossy thing," Jared chuckled as he shifted nervously in his chair. "And, yes, that is what I call a catastrophe."

Cam winked at him. "Just checking."

"I was drinking a lot," Jared admitted cautiously. "And when my brother tried to get me to stop – to help me – I tried to hurt him through Brennan. I was a selfish ass and Seeley has every right not to forgive me."

Cam's eyes opened wide in surprise at his admission. "I never thought I'd live to see the day that you admitted you had a drinking problem."

Jared pulled out a small round object that looked like a poker chip. He placed it on Cam's desk and slid it across to her. Cam picked it up and smiled.

"It's been six months since I last had a drink," Jared explained, nodding at the AA chip. "I've been working the program for about eight months though."

Cam beamed at him. "I am so proud of you, Jared."

"Yeah, well, thanks," Jared replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"So why don't you want to speak to your brother, Jared?" Cam wondered aloud. "He'd be thrilled to see that you're getting yourself together. He worries about you all of the time – especially after last year."

"That's why," Jared answered pointing at Cam to indicate her last statement. "You've known Seeley and I since we were all in high school. You know what our home life was like with Dad drinking and beating Seeley up all the time. All Seeley ever did with his life is protect me and worry about me."

Cam nodded. "It's why he's such a good cop. He can't help but care about those suffering around him."

Jared smiled grimly. "If Seeley found out about me being in AA he'd never leave me alone. Knowing him he'd make a t-shirt in support and wear it under his suit and tie to work each day."

"I wouldn't put it past him," Cam agreed with a pearly white smile.

"And there's the other thing," Jared added quietly, looking away from Cam.

Cam shook her head in bewilderment. "What other thing?"

Jared swallowed nervously. "You know, Camille. I know you know."

"Just so we're sure we're both thinking of the same thing…" Cam suggested, hesitant to say the words herself. If Jared was really ready to talk about what she thought he wanted to talk about then he really needed to say it himself…

"You were my date to every school dance," Jared reminded her. "Not to mention graduation, every event at work and any wedding I've ever attended. You know why that is."

Cam eyed him seriously. "Then say it, Jared."

Jared sighed. "I'm gay. Okay?"

Cam smiled at him reassuringly. "Yet another thing I thought you'd never admit to."

"And I know you saw me making out with Frank Larkin in the 10th grade," Jared accused her with a pointer finger. "But I was always thankful you never said anything about it – especially to me."

"I figured you'd say it when you were ready," Cam blushed at his praise. "Although I thought it'd be before now."

"I drank to keep myself from admitting it and by the time I was ready to say it…" Jared shrugged. "By then the alcohol was its own problem."

Cam turned serious again. "It sounds like you have everything under control, Jared. So what do you need advice on? Are you thinking of telling Seeley?"

Jared shook his head. "I need Seeley to learn to trust me again. I'm not going to dump all this on him and then ask that he suddenly believe in me."

"You want a real relationship with him again?"

"I want to be brothers again," Jared clarified. "I don't need him to keep playing the father role."

Cam stretched in her chair and thought over everything Jared said. "Personally, I think your brother loves you and won't care what your preferences are. In fact, I know he won't. He's gotten along very well with one of our gay interns."

"He has?" Jared asked, surprised.

Cam nodded. "Don't be so surprised. Your brother's always been very accepting."

"Regardless, I've taken an assignment in D.C. that's temporarily getting me out of the Pentagon," Jared explained. "So I'll be local for the next month or so. I'd love to take you to dinner and talk some more."

Cam smiled at him. "You always were a good flirt, Jared, especially when you aren't really trying to get someone in the sack."

"Thanks," Jared smirked. "I think."

"I'll tell you what. You agree to at least telling your brother about being in AA and I'll help you with him," Cam offered, giving in to Jared's maneuvering. "Sound like a deal?"

Jared nodded. "Thanks, Camille."

Cam sighed wistfully. "I am going to miss those fancy Pentagon dinners, though."

"No, you won't," Jared corrected her. "I still need a cover there. Don't Ask, Don't Tell doesn't really work in my favor."

Cam wasn't sure whether or not to laugh at Jared's comment so she settled on changing the subject. "Since your brother and Dr. Brennan are on their way to China for the week, I might have some free time towards the end of the week. Or you're welcome to hang around for a little while until the day shift ends."

"Let me run back to my place and I'll come and pick you up around 5? I assume you'll still be here?"

Cam nodded, blushing slightly at being so obvious about her OCD schedule. "Sounds perfect."

After an hour of rummaging through the evidence locker set aside for the Jeffersonian, Harry was only half way finished collecting what he needed. He'd already been forced to cast several feather weight charms just so he'd be able to carry all of the boxes back to his car. It was when Harry was just about to take his first load that he discovered he wasn't the only one who'd been sent out to do field work.

"Wendell?" Harry asked, surprised to see the other intern entering the evidence locker. "What are you doing here?"

Wendell shrugged, avoiding eye contact with Harry. "I had to do some collections for Dr. Hodgins on a few cases. They kept the crime scene evidence here."

"Well I'm glad I'm not alone down here," Harry replied, trying to infuse as much cheerfulness into his tone as possible. "It's kind of creepy."

"I like the quiet."

Harry wasn't sure how to respond to that. After all, it was a pretty clear 'shut the hell up and leave me alone' message. Instead of risking a fight with the other intern Harry proceeded to carry his first group of boxes to his car.

As he made the trek to his car he became more and more angry about the way Wendell had been treating him. Of course he hadn't expected the news that he'd been hiding his wealth and family connections to go over well with everyone. Harry just hadn't expected such a hurtful reaction from Wendell of all people.

Wendell was kind, courteous and shy when he first met people. Harry had made friends with him before he'd even met Vincent. They'd even bonded over their mutual punishments at the hands of Dr. Hodgins time and time again. He'd thought their friendship had been solidified after their prank war against Hodgins.

Had he been so wrong about his friendship with Wendell?

The rest of the afternoon was spent maintaining the quiet between himself and Wendell. Every time Harry got up the determination to broach the subject with the man he'd take one look at Wendell's turned back and lose his nerve. As far as Harry could tell it appeared as if not speaking wasn't bothering Wendell in the slightest.

"Looks like Hodgins sent you out on a lot of collection jobs," Harry commented, breaking the silence for the first time in several hours.

Wendell hesitated to response before finally offering a simple, non-committal shrug in response. Inside Harry fumed at the literal cold-shoulder he was being given. Wendell couldn't even turn and face him to respond? Was he so disgusted by Harry's actions that he refused to even speak to him? Had the situation been reversed Harry surely would have given Wendell time to defend his actions.

In a momentary fit of rage Harry chucked the pen in his hand at Wendell, his Quidditch honed hand-eye coordination sending it directly at the back of the interns head.

"Ouch," Wendell groused as rubbed the back of his head and finally turned around. He bent down to pick up the pen before turning back and holding it up for Harry to see. "Did you throw this at me?"

Harry stared at him, stunned at his own childish impulse. "Sorry… it just sort of… happened."

"Like an accident?" Wendell asked, the skepticism evident in his voice.

Harry nodded, trying to act casual about it.

"You accidentally chucked a pen at my head," Wendell clarified.

"Yeah," Harry replied hoarsely, putting a hand over his mouth as an overwhelming need to laugh consumed him. Already a smirk was growing beneath his palm. "It's happened before."

Wendell looked at him like Harry had gone insane. "Are you laughing? You could have hurt me!"

Harry shook his head in denial of the accusation before bursting out in laughter. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just so absurd."

Wendell didn't look like he found it at all amusing. "You might be able to afford to fool around on the job but I can't. So I'd appreciate it if you'd stop distracting me and just let me get back to doing my job."

"So this is about my money!" Harry accused, sobered by Wendell's slip.

Wendell shook his head. "Of course not. I don't know what you're talking about."

Harry growled at the sight of – yet again – Wendell turning his back on him. In retaliation Harry summoned the pen back to him before throwing it at Wendell's head.

"What the hell?" Wendell demanded, rubbing the back of his head. He looked at the pen on the floor and glanced up at Harry. "How'd you get that back so fast."

"Don't change the subject," Harry responded in an effort to do just that. "Admit it, Wendell, you're upset because I didn't tell you I came from a wealthy family."

"That's not true," Wendell mumbled half-heartedly. "It's not because you didn't tell me."

Harry narrowed his eyes at the other intern. "Please explain it to me? I thought we were friends?"

"We were," Wendell replied quietly. "But I can't afford those kind of distractions right now. I can't lose my job."

"Why would you lose your job?" Harry asked, puzzled as to why someone as sensible as Wendell would think that.

Wendell sighed. "Hodgins told me something last week."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course Jack Hodgins would say something upsetting. Don't you realize he was just trying to get to you?"

"He said that Dr. Brennan is only allowed to keep three of the interns," Wendell admitted in a rush. His shoulders sagged in relief as he finally got the weight of that information off of his shoulders. "Dr. Saroyan told her she hired too many interns."

Harry shook his head as he tried to process the information. Surely it couldn't be true. He'd moved to another country for the chance to study on Dr. Brennan, the undisputed leader in the field of anthropology. "He was probably lying."

"That's the thing, he wasn't." Wendell rubbed his face in frustration. "I asked around, Harry. It's true."

"Says who?"

"Angela."

Harry felt his hopes dashed at that little revelation. Hodgins might be willing to mess with the minds of the interns but Angela wouldn't help him – especially not about something this serious. "Does anyone else know?"

"No, you're the only one I've told," Wendell answered, shaking his head. "I didn't know if I should say anything or not."

"I know that must have been hard to keep in," Harry replied sympathetically. "Clark or Daisy might have been able to keep it to themselves as an advantage over the rest of us."

"And I wouldn't?" Wendell asked doubtfully.

Harry smiled at him. "You told me, didn't you?"

"I guess so."

"Is that why you've been avoiding me?" Harry asked gently. "Because you didn't want me to pry the information out of you?"

Wendell shook his head, the angry scowl returning to his face. "No. You were right. I was mad about the money."

"Why?" Harry asked, confused. "It doesn't effect you."

"That's just it!" Wendell replied angrily, throwing the pen back to Harry. "It does effect me. I saw you with Dr. Bancroft today. There's no way he's ever going to let Dr. Saroyan fire you!"

"Oh."

"Yeah! Exactly!" Wendell continued his rant as he began flexing his fingers in frustration. "That means I'm not competing for one of three spots, I've only got a shot at two!"

Harry didn't know what to say. He had never considered that Andromeda's donations to the Jeffersonian would have such repercussions on his work life. If Wendell was this upset how would the others react when they heard that four of them would be fired?

Wendell sighed, lost in his own thoughts. "I don't come from a wealthy family, Harry. I'm the first person in my family to go to college, let alone become a doctor. My whole town put up the money to send me to college. I'm only here at the Jeffersonian as part of my scholarship – if I lose this job, I won't be able to afford to finish getting my degree."

Harry felt a major headache coming on. "I didn't come from a wealthy family either, Wendell."

"But at the exhibit opening that Andromeda Black woman said you were one of them," Wendell said confusedly. "And Hodgins says you're from two rich families."

"That's true but I didn't know that when I was growing up," Harry confessed. "I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle, neither of whom liked me very much. They weren't wealthy and they never treated me like family. I was more a servant than anything."

"So how'd you end up as a Black?"

Harry decided not to go into specifics. Explaining the situation with the Dursleys, his parents murder, Sirius in jail, Remus being unavailable as a guardian… it was a whole other conversation. "A long story. Let's just say Andromeda found me in an undesirable position and adopted me."

"Okay…" Wendell didn't seem to know how to take that news.

"The point is that I worked hard before Andromeda took me in," Harry explained. "And I worked even harder afterwards to get my degrees. I've never let my surnames influence my progress, Wendell. I've earned my place here and I won't allow that to change."

Wendell nodded, apparently appeased for the time being. "I hope that's true."

Harry promised himself that he'd make sure it was true. He never wanted the special treatment that came with being the Boy-Who-Lived. He might not have been able to help how people treated him when he was at Hogwarts, but he was an adult now and he was no longer powerless.

He'd make this right.

As they continued to talk, Harry and Wendell took their evidence boxes back to the Jeffersonian. Wendell had admitted that it hadn't made sense to him that Harry had been the type to abuse his background in that way. The more Harry offered up about his background the more Wendell realized that he had been correct. Harry was just happy that he hadn't lost a good friend like Wendell to such a simple misconception.

Part of Harry felt guilty for even considering fighting for one of the three assistant positions. Harry had the money to live comfortably without ever working a day in his life. But Harry had worked hard to get to where he was and he also wasn't comfortable simply giving that up. It was just as unfair to him.

He knew that the other interns wouldn't react well to the news that only three of them would be allowed to stay. It was only a matter of time before they, too, realized that Dr. Bancroft wouldn't allow Harry to be fired. Even Harry had to admit that the man would probably go so far as to threaten Dr. Saroyan's job to keep him – and thus his family – at the Jeffersonian.

That's why Harry's first stop was Dr. Saroyan's office. He needed to speak to her about the situation and make sure that the selection process would be fair. She also needed to be warned about the threat that Dr. Bancroft might be to her.

The Wizard steeled himself before knocking on the office door. He had to be calm for this situation.

Dr. Saroyan swung the door open and seemed surprised to see him. "Mr. Potter, what are you doing here? I thought everyone left a while ago?"

"Wendell and I just got back from the FBI field office," Harry explained. "We stayed late to get all the evidence we needed."

A man appeared behind Dr. Saroyan and Harry felt the rest of his words dry up in surprise. The stranger was very handsome. His hair was a buzz cut but Harry could still detect a beautiful shade of brown. His smile was pearly white and his jaw was very well defined. The man was also so nicely muscled that Harry could see it even through his formalwear.

"For heavens sake, Cam, let him in," the man said with a warm smile. "I don't mind the company."

Dr. Saroyan sent the stranger an indecipherable look but never the less opened the door wider and ushered Harry in. Harry tried to get his senses back as he stepped through the door.

"I don't think I've met this squint," the man added, prompting Dr. Saroyan pointedly.

Dr. Saroyan smacked her head to indicate her own forgetfulness. "How rude of me. Harry Potter-Black this is Jared Booth. Jared this is the intern of Dr. Brennan's I was telling you about."

Jared Booth's eyes widened in surprise. "This is him?"

Dr. Saroyan nodded.

"You were discussing me?" Harry asked as he shook Jared's hand, the warmth in them a pleasant surprise to Harry. It took him a moment to catch on to the other small detail that had been revealed.

"Wait – did you say Jared Booth?"

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I'm happy that everyone enjoyed the beginning of the Gravedigger story arc. Quite a few of you couldn't resist reading the cliffhanger and wished they hadn't. Temptation is just a bitch that way LOL.

I'd also like to update everyone on my updates schedule so that you know what to expect and when. I've been feeling very guilty lately because I keep updating this story twice as much as my other one, When the Lightning Strikes, and I'd like to correct that. My current plans are to post a new chapter every 10 days (or sooner if I finish it quickly) and to alternate updates between the two stories. For example, 10 days ago I updated When the Lightning Strikes and today I updated Yanked from the UK. So in another 10 days I'll update When the Lightning Strikes and 10 days after that I'll post another chapter of Yanked from the UK. Everyone understand? Are we all on the same page? Lovely!

I'm also pleased that the Black Gala met everyone's expectations. Ever since I mentioned it the reviews kept hyping it up and up and up to the point I didn't think I would ever please anyone with it. I'm happy to be proven wrong and that you all enjoyed it since those were some of the most rewarding reviews I've received yet :)

Please let me know what you think of the Harry/Jared pairing. I picked Jared for a few reasons but mainly because he was the one character that could really make Sweets jealous. Also because in the television show there is really nothing redeemable about his character which sucks because Brendan Fehr (the actor who plays him) is sexy as hell. So I decided to make him be secretly gay and have that be the reason why he drinks and keeps everyone (including his brother) at arms length. Not that being gay automatically makes him "redeemable" it just simply gives him a more valid reason for acting the way he does than how they present him on the show where he's an asshole "just because." To me that is just bad writing which is something I don't normally expect that from the Bones writers.

Also I'd like to point out now that I decided to have him be gay BEFORE the whole business of putting an injunction on the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy. I'm not a topical writer and any plot bunnies expressed in this story are purely coincidental to real life events. I am also not trying to change anyone's viewpoints on it because that's politics and that's not what I'm here to write about – so please, people, no flames if I bring up a character's viewpoint in an effort to keep them in character.

Finally, if you haven't read it yet now is the time to go read my other crossover You Leave the World Behind and it's sequel When the Lightning Strikes because the story is starting to get very good. It's a HPxSupernatural story so if you like that show this just might be your cup of tea.

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