Note: I don't own anything you recognize...that's the property of JK Rowling and e4...naturally I've fiddled with the time frames and such to fit what I wanted...Enjoy this crossover!


Because of the wording and the fact that he voluntarily activated the portkey, I didn't have to worry about warding the area or needing to be there for when he arrived because he couldn't do anything. He was sitting there like a bloody statue.

Sirius was quick to snatch away his wand and bind him with rope while Harry and I watched. I gazed at the teen and he knew what I wanted him to do. As I cast a Notice Me Not charm on the area, he pulled the letter out of Wormtail's hand and handed it over to the fugitive. Only when he was finished reading did he realize that the man couldn't do anything until it was told of him.

"Harry, you know what to do."

"Peter Pettigrew, you are here to repay the life debt that you have owing to Harry James Potter. Do you do so willingly?"

"Yes."

"Your presence here was part of the repayment. Did you come here willingly?"

"Yes."

"Your complete agreement to tell the truth and explain what happened 14years ago is another part of repayment. Do you do so willingly?"

"Yes."

"Your life debt will be considered repaid once all terms are complete. So says Harry James Potter."

A white ball of magic flew out of Harry's wand, circled Wormtail's body and slammed into his forehead. The stout balding man didn't move or flinch as the magic hit him. I smiled and pulled Sirius into a hug.

"Perfect. Now, Sirius, turn that letter into another portkey for the Ministry and then I just need time to change your appearance."

I gave him his 'going out' look and the four of us took the portkey to the alley outside of the Ministry. We squeezed into the phone booth and Harry blushed beet red once he realized that he was pressed right up against me.

"It's only pajama shorts and a tank top."

"But they are quite short, RJ. Maybe you should have transfigured them into something else before we got into the phone booth."

"Pish, I'll do it inside if need be. Now, push the buttons and hurry this up."

Our visitor badges appeared and we descended into the Ministry. The Atrium was empty at this time of night which was perfect but I could tell there was someone at the security desk. I skipped over to the wizard behind it, propped my elbows on the counter, and placed my chin in my hands.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked.

"Wands."

"Don't have a wand but you can have his," I said, handing over Peter Pettigrew's wand.

The Ministry must have records on every wand that British wizarding people own because once he weighed it, or scanned it, or did whatever, he knew whose wand it was. Only then did the wizard actually look up. I pointed behind me towards Harry and Sirius who had Wormtail levitating between them bound in rope.

"I'm hoping you have a graveyard shift of Aurors in the building. I'd like to turn this piece of shit over to you and have Sirius Black cleared. Perfect. We'll wait here for the Aurors," I said, as I hopped up onto the counter to wait for the Dark wizard catchers.

It wasn't long before the lifts dinged and a team of 5 Aurors came running into the Atrium towards us.

"Security wizard says you have Peter Pettigrew."

"Are you blind because he's right there and he's willing to spill the beans on everything? Isn't that right, Peter?"

"Yes."

"Who are you and how did you come to locate a dead man?"

"Dawlish, it must have been Potter who caught him. Ignore her."

I caught Harry's eye and tipped my head. If they wanted to ignore me, I wasn't going to say or offer anything to them. I watched as they took Wormtail's wand from the security wizard. In the confusion, they didn't have Harry or Sirius register their wands with security but I wasn't going to point that out. I jumped off of the desk and followed everyone to the lifts.

One of the nicer Aurors, a man named Heath, explained that they will question Wormtail alone while another Auror will question us as to how we located him. When Harry asked about Sirius and his charges, the Auror explained that if Wormtail confessed that the charges would be dropped and that the man would be free from their stand point. The Wizengamot would be notified in the morning and then he should be cleared completely. Part of me hoped that the court wanted to make a fuss so I could try the music torture. I highly doubted they would last minutes on heavy rock Muggle music.

"What are your names?"

"Ah, first is this room safe and secure?" Harry asked, sparing a quick look to Sirius.

"Yes. You don't have to be afraid of anything said here, Mr. Potter. This is only a formality. As your wand hasn't been recorded of doing underage magic, you are not in trouble. Are you worried for your associates?"

"Family, I consider them family. She's RJ Lupin. I am Harry Potter. And he's…"

"I am Sirius Black."

I had to cast a quick Protego spell before the stunning and binding spell could hit Sirius. Heath had taken the wands from Harry and Sirius and I had mimed that mine was broken so his partner, Timmins, wasn't prepared for the spell. I stepped in between Timmins and Sirius while Harry was trying to speak.

"Maybe you should listen to us first or to Pettigrew's facts. Stop. What are you doing?"

Timmins had bound Harry to his chair and was advancing on Sirius and I. This man really wanted Sirius in custody but I wasn't going to allow him to go back to jail or even allow those magical handcuffs circle his wrists again. I closed my eyes for a brief second and then glared full on. I was pulling out the Professor Snape 'You are a Gryffindor' glare and from Harry's reaction, it was spot on.

"Move one more inch closer and I will show you exactly what I can do without a wand. Harry, close your eyes."

"RJ, no."

"Harry, do it," I hissed.

What I didn't realize was that it was in Parseltongue and it froze everyone where they stood except Timmins. My friend was quick in shutting his eyes and I was glad that Sirius was behind me. It would only last for a second but without a hesitation, I grabbed the hem of my tank top and I flashed Timmins. I was able to literally pluck the wand from his fingers.

"Auror Heath, I really hope you didn't see that. I think our questions can wait until after Wormtail's, ah, Pettigrew's questioning. I think Harry would also be filing a complaint against Auror Timmins for whatever reason I can think up that will stick. You may want to remove him before I decide that he needs more of a punishment."

Both Aurors left the room but I held on to the wand and removed the ropes around Harry. He wanted to know what I had done but I wouldn't say so naturally he turned to Sirius. Even though he hadn't seen, he was still shocked.

"What the bloody hell, RJ? You flashed an Auror!"

"Damn right I did and be glad that was all I did. My magic was calling for more. It wanted out but if I used it for anything, it would have gone badly. He had no right for going after you like that or for binding Harry to the chair. We are here because we turned in Peter Pettigrew."

"They still think I killed those Muggles. The man was only doing his job."

"So now you protest? I don't recall you saying anything a moment ago. Timmins would have bound you, thrown the handcuffs on you and taken you off to Azkaban before Wormtail's questioning was finished. We should have waited until afterwards right from the beginning.

"Besides, if they had done their fucking jobs 14years ago, you would have gotten your trial and you wouldn't have been in Azkaban in the first place. Harry wouldn't have been placed with his relatives and look as scrawny as he does. Oh, crap. The potion. We never did get to the nutrition potion for you. And now with the whole slave-bonding potion that Professor Snape is supposedly brewing for me, I doubt he's going to have the time. I need to write a letter as soon as we get back."

"How is your head not spinning?"

"You get used to it. Hey, do you think while we're here we should go find that glowing orb you dreamed about?"

Sirius seemed like he wanted to be any place other than there with us and I knew we were close. I warded the room and focused on the man. Harry noticed the change and directed his chair towards the man as well.

"What's the orb about?"

"Please, Sirius. I hate being kept in the dark."

"It's a prophecy about you and Voldemort. It will be down in the Hall of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries. Albus always has someone on watch."

"I know the bit that Tommy knew but it wasn't all of it so it might be handy to know the rest. We'll talk about it later. I think they're coming back."

Wormtail was singing like a canary about everything that happened on Halloween when the Potters were killed and the confrontation with Sirius. Sadly our life debt agreement didn't touch on the current Death Eater activities but I wasn't too worried. We had the soul pieces and then Tommy could be killed. He was the biggest issue to deal with.

"So with Pettigrew confessing to murdering those Muggles, Black is cleared but it will have to go through the Wizengamot in the morning. It's only a formality though."

"You really like that word formality, eh, Auror Heath? It's the Wizengamot and I understand the British court is full of old family purebloods who are ancient and can be easily bribed. A lot of the Death Eaters were pardoned because they claimed the Imperius curse but the Dark Mark can't be given to someone under the Imperius and if you checked those families' financial records, I suspect you would see large sums of Galleons being withdrawn right around the time of their trials."

"Who exactly are you to know so much?" Heath asked, his hand inching towards his wand.

"Not a Death Eater, if that's what you're thinking. Just someone who has spent a couple of hours routing around in Tommy's head. Harry needs to see Wormtail for a brief second and then we can leave."

Heath led us to the interrogation room that Wormtail was in with the two Aurors. Timmins' supervisor was one of the men inside with Wormtail but Harry and Sirius had convinced me not to file a complaint and I had given the man's wand to his partner to return. Harry was escorted in and Wormtail looked up at the boy.

"Peter Pettigrew, your life debt to Harry James Potter has been repaid. Your fate rests in whatever punishment you receive for your actions."

"Goodbye, Harry."

Harry left and the three of us left the Auror department and caught a lift. It didn't take much to convince Sirius to show us to the Department of Mysteries and the Hall of Prophecies. Arthur was the guard the old man had on duty but a silent spell from Sirius had him unconscious and resting against the shelves unharmed.

"It's just down here. Albus has a theory that only those named on the prophecy can take it from the shelf. Some of us doubted that Voldemort would enter the Ministry to steal the prophecy himself but he has sent a few in his place to test the theory."

Harry quickly found the orb and plucked it from the shelf. He stuffed it into his pocket and we headed out. Just before the door closed, I woke up Arthur. We hurried to the lifts and headed out to Muggle London. I took them back to Grimmauld Place where we headed down to the kitchen to listen to the prophecy.

"I don't know if I can listen to this," Harry stated, placing the orb onto the table.

"This is one thing that the old man has been hiding from you that you can learn on your own terms. You will have a large piece of information that Tommy wants but will never get and it might be useful in the future. When I learned about the prophecy, I couldn't believe that he put so much faith into it. While you're not sure that you can listen to it, Harry, you must because it was due to this prophecy that Tommy came after your family that night."

Harry stared at me while Sirius sat beside him giving him comfort. Not exchanging any words I urged Harry to activate the prophecy and listen to it in its entirety. His petite frame sagged and he tapped the orb with his wand.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …"

The ghostly voice of Sybil Trelawney echoed throughout the room as we took in the prophecy that has ruined Harry's life. I rubbed my face with my hands before quickly casting a spell to have a cup of coffee made. I also accio'd the firewhiskey and two glasses. I poured a small bit for Harry and a larger shot for his godfather.

"Drink and then we can discuss it."

"What's there to discuss? I have to kill him or he kills me," Harry spat before gulping down the firewhiskey.

The alcohol burned and his face became red in reaction to the burn but he didn't let out any other reaction. Sirius sipped at the liquid and I held my mug of coffee to stave off the coldness of the basement kitchen.

"But it doesn't say you can't have help or that you have to do it alone. Just the fatal blow."

"I'm 15 and it's my destiny that I become a murderer."

"Not a murderer, Harry. Someone who fights for those who can't. A…"

"Don't say the 'h' word, Sirius. He doesn't like that, doesn't want to be one. He's not Superman, Thor, or any of those guys. He's just a teenager who has been dealt a shitty hand at life but who will have all the help he needs. Harry, I can understand."

"Why does everyone say that when they obviously don't?" he ranted, getting up from his chair to pace the kitchen.

I glanced at Sirius and stepped in front of Harry and placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Because I didn't put the soul piece into a snake like I said I did. I had to push it into another person and then kill him."