I don't own KHR, HP, Sherlock, or Ranma 1/2!

Quick Note: I have no idea where that ending came from yesterday, but I knew that it couldn't be too clean-cut. Also, I was typing on a time-crunch, to get it out before we had a bunch of Trick-or-Treaters, and I barely made my deadline! Yeesh! Ronald Bilius Weasley! What the heck were you doing going up to your room with all that action going on outside?! Oh well, at least it wasn't "ickle Gin-Gin."

Guest: I know! I wasn't even expecting Ronald to be there and suddenly I'm writing him in! Now we all get to find out if Pettigrew escapes or not, and if Ron will be harmed.

foxchick1: Not everything can go smoothly, especially with the Potter luck. I knew that it couldn't be too easy, but I'm still unsure if Pettigrew will escape or not.

D C JoKeR H S: Maybe. He and Sherlock don't like just standing about and doing nothing. Believe it or not, it wasn't my intention to write Ron in, he just burst in and bungled up the plot. Now I have to deal with his recklessness. Also, please let me know if I got the insults right. I've heard some of them before on BBC shows, but some were internet finds. I don't trust the dodgy sources on the internet, as much as I do you.

A Line In The Sand

Mycroft watched Fon and Kyoya sparring, and sighed in obvious boredom. His mind was quick, much like his brother's, but it'd taken him until now to realize what John had said, causing him to let out an annoyed curse, "Bloody incompetent Ministers!"

Both Kyoya and Fon stopped their spar, and turned towards him. Fon cocked his head and asked, "Everything all right, Mr. Holmes?"

"John mentioned seeing Mr. Black on the telly. It means that our incompetent Minister is as incompetent as the Magical one. And that I have a bit of clean-up to do," Mycroft scowled as he dug out his cellular, only to find it unresponsive.

"Here," Kyoya handed him his phone, which was still mysteriously functioning.

Mycroft looked to the teen for an explanation, but instead, Fon answered, "We'll talk to Nana about getting you one. Works anywhere."

Raising an imperious eyebrow, again, Mycroft dialed a well known number, "Althea, make sure to leak the fact that Black is innocent to the press and was held by a terrorist organization, that was posing as a sect of the police department. Connect it back to the Minister. Give finding credit to... a... Detective Lestrade, and air the entire thing on the news."

"Will that work?" Fon asked as he watched Mycroft hang up the phone and hand it back to Kyoya.

"Yes. We'd already compiled a dossier of the now former Minister's wrong-doings," Mycroft snorted in annoyance. "Any other silly questions?"

"Who is Detective Lestrade?" Kyoya asked.

"An acquaintance of my brother's at the Yard," Mycroft rolled his eyes. "He deserves some credit for putting up with Sherlock."

"Sirius will probably want to hug you," Fon stated factually.

"Why do you say that?" Mycroft sighed in exasperation.

"Nana is a lot like him, despite not knowing him," Fon explained, as he turned to witness Nana, Tsuyoshi, the other kids not fighting, Sherlock, John, and most likely an invisible Sirius Black, entering the small Weasley home. "Something went wrong."

"Bollocks," Mycroft grumbled.

Nana knew the minute that Sirius left her side, a bit of her Flame had latched onto her brother's, making it easy to track him. She ran after him, hissing, "Sirius! Get back here!"

Tsuyoshi waved to the rest of the group, who all followed her into the tiny house, only to blink when he got inside, "It's bigger on the inside..."

"Still not as cool as a Tardis, dad," Tsuna sighed as they chased after his mother.

"Agreed."

"Everyone, stay on guard," Tsuna ordered, right before an obese balding man, dressed only in dirty rags, began to shuffle backwards down the stairs. What made Tsuna tense even more, was when Harry saw exactly what was in the grasp of said dirty man, a jagged piece of a broken vase held up to the jugular of a skinny red headed boy...

"Ron!"

"Harry! Help me!" Ron pleaded out of fright.

"Peter Pettigrew!" Nana glared at the coward that was shaking in front of her, knowing that Sirius was angling closer to the rat.

"W-Who a-are y-you?!" the man barely squealed out.

"Someone you don't want to mess with. Drop the weapon and let the boy go," Nana glared at the man, pointing at him with her left pointer finger.

"Y-You'll k-kill m-me!" the rat-man squeaked in fright.

"DO NOT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN!" Nana roared, causing the man to shriek in fright, and tighten his grip on the make-shift weapon, accidentally cutting himself, and inadvertently loosening his grip on Ron, making Ron take this moment to push the man down the stairs, and free himself, all in one quick movement.

"IMMOBULUS!" Bill yelled out in righteous fury, as he froze the rat, right at the moment after he started to fall, making him hit each and every stair, all remaining twelve of them.

What neither of them noticed was the silencer that had shot and hit Pettigrew, before Ron had escaped from Pettigrew. Reborn smirked from his position in the kitchen.

"Madam Bones, your prisoner has been secured," Bill called out.

"Thank you, William," Madam Bones appeared and gave a supremely annoyed glare Pettigrew's way. "Tonks, Moody, get this louse out of my sight and into a holding cell!"

"What would you like me to do if the Minister shows his gormless face?" Moody snorted.

"Tell him that this is my line in the sand and that if he tries to nay-say me on this, to remember his position and how precarious it would be if I shined a light on all of his... activities," Madam Bones growled out.

"With pleasure, Madam," Moody smirked evilly. "Up you get, you mangy pillock! Wingardium Leviosa!"

And with that, Moody levitated an immobilized Pettigrew out into the yard, in front of a mass of shocked Weasley's, with Tonks right behind him, and Andromeda being held back by Nana, "Siri will need you in a few moments. Madam Bones, I don't believe that we've officially met. My name is Nana Yamamoto."

"A pleasure. Now, Andy, do you have any idea where your cousin is hiding? I received word from Fudge that he escaped from..."

"He's here," Nana smiled happily. "Before he reveals himself, what would you like to say about him?"

"Here?" Amelia Bones' eye twitched in annoyance.

"Of course, my big brother wouldn't miss this for the world. Though it could have gone smoother, if someone had kept - Ron, was it? - from nearly bungling all our plans," Nana sighed in slight exasperation. "However, I'm glad that your friend is all right, Harry. He is fine?"

"He's all right, cousin Nana," Harry blushed as Madam Bones' gaze turned on him.

"Harry Potter? You brought Harry Potter and Sirius Black to capture Pettigrew?" Amelia Bones looked non-pulsed, as she took in the others in the room, "And more children?!"

"He wasn't in any danger. I was in between them the entire time. The others all know how to protect themselves. Pettigrew would have lost to any of my children, even little Lambo," Nana smiled with motherly pride.

"Thank you, Mama!" Lambo ran up and hugged her.

Sirius whipped off the invisibility cloak, handing it back to Harry, discreetly, "So, am I a free man, or not, Amy?"

"Sirius Black!" Amelia Bones glared at him in annoyance. "You..."

"Amy, a simple yes or no will do," Sirius pouted hopefully.

"You're exonerated, you irritating toe rag!" Amelia threw up her hands in exasperation, "Andy, I don't know how you can stand him!"

"Ah, you know you love me, Ames!" Sirius teased as he clasped his hands together and gave her his most innocent look, which caused her to rub the bridge of her nose, not noticing that her cheeks were slightly pink.