A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates, my computers been screwier that usual.

Previous Chapter: The radio suddenly blared to life and Severus turned it up. "All units and seven eight twenty-one, possible jumper at the corner of Kinston and Mullberry, seven eight twenty-one handle code two."

"Four King Sixty en route," Harry said into the hand mike. He turned back to Severus. "This is great. I love this job."

"Stuff it."

Corner of Kinston and Mullberry

Up on a ten story buliding, a lone man stood. All of the people on the ground below watched him and a few kids were shouting, "Jump! Jump!"

Severus and Harry pulled up to this scene.

An Auror came up to them as soon as they arrived. "Hey, Sarge, you wanna handle this?"

"Where's the psychologist?" asked Severus.

"Sitting in traffic."

"Why don't they just Apparate here?"

"Muggle."

"Swell. Who's the guy."

"MacCleary. Left the office party. Went upstairs and walked out on the ledge."

"Think he'll go?"

"Seems serious enough. Who knows?"

Harry cleared his throat. "I can handle this."

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Are you qualified to talk to jumpers?"

"I took a year of Psych training back at the Academy."

He sighed. "Okay, you're elected. No guns. No wands. No kung fu. Just bring him in."

"Sure. Just bring him in. I can do that."

Then why was he humming the theme song from 'Mission Impossible' as he headed towards the building?

Up on the roof-top

Harry nodded to the jumper in greeting as he came onto the roof.

"Go away," MacCleary grumbled.

"My name's Harry."

"Fuck off."

"I can't do that. What's your name?"

"Look, I know all the psychology bullshit. It won't work."

"I'm not a psychologist."

"Yeah? What are you?"

"An Auror. I work in Homicide mostly."

"You're early. Hang on a couple of miniutes, then you can go to work."

"At least tell me your name. Look, I gotta fill out the little piece of paper for your death certificate. Okay?"

"John. John MacCleary."

"Thanks. 'Preciate it. That's M - C .... ?

"M - A - C. Now get outta here."

"MacCleary. MacCleary. Where have I heard that name?"

"Nowhere. I'm not important enough for anyone to remember."

"Sure you are. Wait a second. MacCleary. Gryffindor, class of 2001, right?"

"That's - that's right."

"Dennis Creevy's year."

MacCleary chuckled. "That's right. How'd you know?"

"I was a Gryffindor, too. A couple years ahead." He looked MacCleary in the eye. "So from one former Gryffindor to another, why are you doing this?"

"None of your business."

"Fair enough. I'm coming out. Take it easy." Harry stepped out onto the narrow ledge, unconcerned by how high up they were.

"Don't come near me!"

"Shhhh. Easy. I'm just going to talk."

"Touch me and I'll jump."

"I understand."

Down below

Severus Snape watched his partner in disbelief. "If he doesn't fall, I'm going to kill him," he muttered angrily.

Back up

"You're not the first guy to think of this, you know," Harry went on. "Everyone's got problems."

"You know shit."

"Wrong. You're wrong. I almost tried this once. Seriously," he added at MacCleary's skeptical look. "My wife was killed by Death Eaters a few months ago. Only person I had left that I really cared about."

"You're breaking my heart."

Harry took out his wallet and showed MacCleary. "This is her picture. Her name was Blaise. Blaise Zambini. She was a Slytherin in my year."

"Nice. Now fuck off."

"I'm just trying to tell you I understand, you dope." He inched closer.

"Don't touch me. I'm not doing anything wrong."

"I know that. Not like you're murdering anyone."

"Right. Only one hurt is me."

"Same way I look at it. I'm gonna stand beside you, okay?"

"No! Dammit, keep away."

"Please. This is scary stuff." He put on a mock-frightened look.

"I thought you said you were a Gryffindor."

"Maybe I'm just afraid of heights. I once knew a man, Gryffindor through and through. But he was terrified of spiders. So please, just let me stand next to you."

"Don't try anything."

"I try something, we both go."

"Right."

Harry slowly stepped closer to the man and shivered. "There. Fucking cold up here. Helluva day for both of us, huh? Here we are. Merlin, this is really scary. I'm scared."

"Me too."

"You wanna smoke? Let's smoke." He pulled out his cigarette pack.

"Sure." But as MacCleary reached over for one, Harry snapped a handcuff on his wrist and the other on his own.

"Hey!"

"Sorry. See this key?" He held up a little silver key and flung it off the side of the building. "We're in this together. You can go if you want. But you take me with you. Makes you a murderer."

"You bastard!"

"You'll be killing an Auror. I'm going inside. What say you come with me?" He motioned back to the door.

"Fuck you. I'm jumping."

Harry just snapped. "You wanna jump? You really want to? Fine. Let's do it." He started towards the edge.

"Hey, what the fuck?"

"You asked for it."

"Hey, wait a minute!"

He stepped of the ledge, pulling MacCleary with him. "Geronimooooooooooooooo!"