A RUMOR OF PEACE
A BATTLESTAR GALACTICA/HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make any money or profit from these works. They are purely a work of fanfiction for mine, and those that chose to read it, entertainment. I am simply barrowing these wonderful characters from J. K. Rowling, Glen Larson, and J. R. Tolkien.
SUMMARY: While working a case on Aquaria to bring down the smuggler/drug runner/ and human trafficking dealer known as Tom Riddle, Harry and Roark Peverell Potter begin to hear the rumor's that the Cylon's have offered Peace to the President and the Council of Twelve on Caprica.
CHAPTER ONE
SUMMARY: Roark and Harry receive their orders to report to the Colony of Aquaria.
He hit the entry buzzer and waited, lifting his hands to straighten his beige uniform shirt tucked into matching beige pants, a dark brown leather jacket, his officer's pins clipped to the collar of both shirt and jacket, his viper polit pin clipped on the left side of his jacket. His weapons belt, a thin leather strap tied around his thigh to anchor the holster into place should he have to run, was around his hips.
Lifting a hand, he ran his fingers through his dark, thick hair, slightly longer than what was considered to be regulation as it curled against his neck and the collar of his jacket. He even drew in several deep breaths, but THAT was to be a lost cause as a deep muffled voice called out, "Enter."
He stepped forward, the pressurized door sliding open at his approach with a soft hiss. He entered the large, brightly lit office, his combat boots making no sound as he crossed the carpeted floor toward the large, dark oak desk that sat before a wall of floor to ceiling windows, a stunning view of Caprica Bay behind them.
He halted before the desk, saluting sharply to the three men. One was sitting, the other two, his eldest twin sons standing on either side of him, each leaning lightly against a corner of the desk. The three men looked identical in black flight shirts, tucked into black pants, and scarlet leather jackets, their officers pins clipped just like his.
All three of them were dark of hair, cut relatively short, though the one seated had hair that was slightly longer, interspersed with grey. The seated man had eyes that were of a dark, forest green. The elder of his twin sons also had eyes of forest green, while the other had eyes of nearly sapphire blue.
"Lt. Roark Peverell Potter, reporting as ordered, Sir," he said, noticing the two files open on his immaculate desk. 'One is probably mine,' he thought, but the other…The other he had an idea on who it might belong too, but—
A barely smothered chuckle sounded then, drawing his attention back to them, seeing the amused smile on the lips of the man on the left. "Gabriel, behave," the seated man admonished, though he too was smiling. "Relax, Roark. Have a seat. Dacian, get Roark a cup of tea, please. Have you had anything to eat, Rory?"
He blinked at the question, a confused look entering his eyes. "I…don't understand," he said, looking from Admiral Roark Durin, to Gabriel, then to Dacian, who was now at the sideboard. "Major Raphael ended out training session early saying I had been ordered to report to you. I thought it was official, so I came right away, and no, Sir," he went on quickly, seeing a dark brow arch. "I had something about six hundred this morning, bit nothing since. I've not had time to eat."
"We made it an order because we needed for this to look as official as was possible," Admiral Roark Durin, patriarch of the current Durin hoard said with a warm smile. "Dac, call down and order him some lunch, would you? He has got to be getting hungry by now."
Roark's stomach chose that moment to let out a rather loud rumble, alerting them all that he was, indeed, getting hungry. All three Durin's chuckled as Roark felt his face flush. "Sorry, Sir," he said, though he didn't sound, or look a bit contrite.
"Of course, Dad," Dacian said as he turned from the sideboard, "and don't worry about it, Rory. Eating as early as you did, you were bound to be getting hungry soon, though I AM surprised it wasn't sooner."
"So am I," came his murmured response.
"Just in case someone was watching our movements," Gabriel spoke up, picking up where his father had left off moments ago. "It is, however, far more personal. Raph should have let you eat something before your class with him."
He shook his head. "Practical's today. Best not to eat anything before practical's," he said with a chuckle, but then he sobered. "Personal?" he asked, his head tilting slightly as he took a seat in one of the four chairs that sat before the desk, accepting the steaming mug and sipping from it immediately, his eyes slipping closed with a deep sigh of appreciation. "Thank you, Dacian. If I didn't want it to get back top Harry, I'd tell you your tea was better than his, but I don't, so I won't."
Chuckles sounded as Dacian reached for the comm pad. "You just did, but don't worry, we won't tell him you said so. Now, Raph has informed us that you and Harry have received your orders to report to Aquaria."
He nodded. "Yes, we have, but I thought Kale would have told…you…" he saw them look at each other, then back at him, their expressions… "What is it?" he asked immediately.
"He didn't tell us anything," Gabriel told him.
Surprise flared in bright silver eyes. "What? That's…odd," he murmured, a frown beginning to curve his brow. "The last time I spoke to Logan, he said that Kale had requested that Harry and I be assigned to them. He also said that they had received copies of the reports as to what had happened on Virgon. Logan said, after they had all read the report that they had all felt that we would be able to help them with their current investigation."
"You could, Rory," Gabriel said with a smile, moving around the desk to take a seat in the chair beside his. "What happened on Virgon was unprecedented, and most unexpected."
Roark gave a snort of derision. "You THINK?"
All three blinked at his sarcastic tone. "You did a good job there, Roark. You BOTH did," Dacian took a seat on the corner of the desk. "Better than good, really. I'm not sure anyone could have done what you and Harry ended up having to do. You took a bad situation that went much worse on you, and you turned it around."
"Of COURSE we did," he snapped. "What choice did we have?" he asked them with a shake of his head. "After the entire team, including Colonel Bertrum was murdered, the new team they sent to us was nothing short of a joke. Not a single one of them knew anything about the case when they arrived, therefor none of them knew what needed to be done next, let alone how to go about doing it."
"Which you and Harry found to be odd."
"Oh for Kobol's SAKE, Gabriel!" he exclaimed, wanting to through his hands up in exasperation, but he still held a mug of hot tea that he was deinking from. "Of COURSE it was ODD! What kind of IDIOT sends a replacement team without telling them a GODS DAMNED thing about the investigation in question?! They were Warriors, for Kobol's sake! Everyone of them higher in rank than either Harry or I—"
A sudden chuckle. "Me thinks SOMEONE has been hanging around Severus too much. He's channeling him."
"My husband is not THAT bad, Gabriel. He's just…" the matching incredulous looks from father and brother had him sighing deeply. "Okay, fine, he IS that bad—"
Another smothered chuckle sounded from Roark. "The POINT I was trying to make is that they had all been in the service a hell of a lot longer than either Harry or I. Even after reading the files we had put together, not a single one of them could agree on what needed to be done next. I don't think we had ever been so disgusted in our lives."
"And so you were given the command, even though Harry has been in place there longer than you, if only for a few sectars," Admiral Roark spoke up.
A/N Okay, so here is the first chapter of the complete rewrite I had intended after I went back and reread the entire story. Not at all happy with what was there, I began to rewrite it almost immediately.
Please let me know what you think of it.
Sandy
