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Quick Note: Today is a rainy day that could turn into the evil white stuff. In other words, sleet is possible. Yuck.

foxchick1: I have no idea where it came from, but maybe I listen too much to my mother talking about her blackberry bushes?

D C JoKeR H S: I still don't know if Pettigrew will escape or be "Kissed" by a Dementor.

Ye Of Bad Faith

Dawlish stayed put, but sent the Minister a note via paper airplane.

No one would have noticed it, except for it's intended recipient, and Malfoy, who were trained to spot any of Dawlish's messages. The airplane had one thing different than the other notes did, a yellow stripe on it's base. Of course, Dawlish had no idea that Malfoy knew what to look for, and knew exactly how to make sure that no one else knew that he wasn't the intended recipient, when he opened it...

"How... interesting," Lucius Malfoy narrowed his eyes as he read the note on the paper.

"Madam Bones, what will happen with Pettigrew and Sirius, now?" Nana turned her attention to Amelia Bones, and the rest of the group focused on her as well.

"Sirius Black has been pardoned, unofficially. However, until we can get the Profit to issue a statement saying such, I'd recommend that he stick to Muggle London," Amelia Bones stated coolly.

"And due to my quick thinking, he should be able to move around freely," Mycroft smirked at Sherlock as he watched his brother pout, about not getting to solve another murder. "Sherlock, I'm sure that the Magicals have their own series of cold cases with unique deaths for you to solve..." Mycroft began.

"Really?!" Sherlock perked right up.

"As long as you and John stick with an adult from Mrs. Yamamoto's family," Mycroft tacked on.

"Is that because while we're semi-new to the Magical World, we are capable of defending ourselves?" I-Pin asked curiously.

"Quite," Mycroft confirmed.

"You're sticking around, right?" Nana inquired.

"My dear, while Althea is well equipped to handle some things, it appears that I've no way to stay in contact with her. And if no one monitors Britain, how are we ever expected to maintain our safety as a nation?"

"Nana, he just wants his own version of Verde's phone," Fon translated.

"Then why didn't he just say so?" Nana rolled her eyes and tossed him one. "Stick around, Mycroft. My senses are telling me that we're going to need Britain's best Nanny, very soon."

Mycroft caught the phone, but glowered at the title of *Nanny* as he watched Sherlock snicker like an immature child.

Renato had managed to retreat to a hiding spot, completely aware that the Weasley twins had followed him, as had Harry and Tsuna. He waited until they were right behind him, before turning around and speaking to them, "Yes?"

"Please teach us!" the twins begged again.

"I am a home tutor and all of my time slots are currently full. You'd best ask the black haired man over there," Renato directed the twins to Sirius, and waited until they pouted and appeared to leave. "Tsuna?"

"Something isn't right, Reborn," Tsuna told him. "Harry, this is our families home tutor and friend, Renato Sinclair, also called Reborn."

"I got that. Not enough chaos," Renato smirked.

"You're upset because Melody hasn't called you lately," Tsuna frowned, and handed Renato his phone. "It appears that Joy got herself into another jam, due to Diana. Melody got dragged along, and ended up in a coma. I was getting ready to send Shamal and Bianchi to check on her, when the whole Black thing went down. You want me to send you as back-up?"

"Why wasn't I contacted?" Renato growled angrily.

"Apparently, Anemone and Delphina tried, but someone got to them. I'm not sure who it is, but whomever they are, they're powerful," Tsuna looked his tutor dead in the eyes.

"Do you have any idea who is hurting your friends? Can you describe the coma?" Harry asked curiously.

Renato looked at the younger boy strangely, but handed him the phone. It showed a picture of a young woman, her eyes stuck open. Harry almost dropped the phone, "We need to show this to Bill and Madam Bones. If I'm right, they may have been attacked by a Wizard. Where is this person located?"

"Japan," Renato stated.

"From what I can tell, it looks like the spell, Immobulus. The one that Bill used on Pettigrew," Harry frowned. "We should show them this right away. It may not be Madam Bones' jurisdiction, but she may know how to help..."

"Harry, is everything all right?" Ginny asked warily.

"Not sure, but can you get Madam Bones and Bill over here? We need their opinion," Harry asked Ginny.

"You got it, Harry," Ginny kept an eye on Sinclair, not trusting him. "Bill! Harry says he needs you and Madam Bones to confirm something!" It was easy to get her older brother's attention, and one wave from Bill got Madam Bones' attention.

They both looked over the picture on the phone, and came to the same conclusion as Harry, "Immobulus. Bill, could you travel with..."

"Renato Sinclair," Nana provided.

"Mr. Sinclair and see undo the spell, if it is that spell? If not, I'm sure that Mrs. Yamamoto will supplement your pay through Gringotts?" Madam Bones raised an eyebrow, when Nana merely nodded an affirmative.

"Shamal and Bianchi need to go, too..." Tsuna began.

"As long as Xanxus and sorella don't mind sticking around for a while," Nana looked over at the smirking assassins that came out of the treeline.

"No worries," Xanxus nodded to Reborn.

"Who sent the photo, if the others were out of commission?" Renato realized that something didn't add up.

"Kasumi," Tsuna shrugged. "I've got Doc Tofu on call, if you need him."

"Good job, Tsuna. You'll be a good boss, someday," Renato smirked as he tugged down on his fedora, after nodding to Nana and the others. "Let's go, Weasley."

"It's Bill," Bill shook his head good naturedly as he followed behind the fedora wearing man. "Gin, tell mum I'll be back."

"Okay, be careful, big brother," Ginny ran up to her brother and hugged him.

"Petrificus Totalus!" a shadowy figure stepped out of the shadows, just as their spell hit Dawlish.

Dawlish tried to look up to find out who had petrified him, and he was horrified when he saw...

"Hello, Dawlish, let's see just who you have here..."

"L-L-Lucius?!"

"Pettigrew, it has been a while. What ever are you doing here?" Lucius Malfoy asked calculatedly.

"P-P-Please h-h-help m-m-me. I g-g-got c-c-c-aught. Sirius is f-f-free!" the rat animagus begged the aristocratic looking man.

"You may yet hold some use..." Lucius smirked. "Alohomora! Evanesco. Now, come with me. Dawlish, I must apologize for the terrible headache that you will feel in the morning. Obliviate!"