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One Too Many

Meeting Nero

Cornelius Fudge was a politician at heart, a husband second and a man last. He did what he thought was best for the good of his country. They didn't need to worry about tyrannical terrorists – no, what they needed to worry about was the economic growth, increases in muggle-born populations, the alarming amount of half-breeds sprouting near heavily populated areas (there were children there!). Times were changing; these muggle-borns were coming up with new radical ideologies that seemed preposterous and much too liberal like their scandalous neighbors across the seas. They needed to be controlled or swaying them into seeing in his ideology. It worked well for a time, muggle-borns quickly bought into the propaganda even before he came into term.

…But now it wasn't just the muggle-borns causing problems, his citizens were becoming disillusioned. Children were no longer safe; people were turning up dead or missing. The dark mark was appearing even the muggle news. The Prime Minister wanted to know if he had everything under control, and was questioning his authority even going so far as to extend a helping hand! Their savior had yet to return and many say that he was dead. For he tried to downplay the civil uprising that was happening right underneath his very feet, the Daily Prophet was working splendidly in keeping the people subdued.

He was very proud to have his citizens' calm under all that was happening around them. No reason to start a mass hysteria, if people knew the truth then there would be chaos beyond his control. Oh, he knew of those that were silently preparing for an oncoming revolution. It was inevitable. There were some things that could only be stalled. He will sink with his ship and watch as the mass come and figuratively execute him, there was nothing that could be done. He was denying that Voldemort returned in hopes of keeping the peace amongst the masses, he will at least give his people some reprieve. Was it wrong? Probably. But in the end, was it worth it? The Minister of Magic believed so. So what if he was probably going to go down as the worst Minister in wizarding history he did his best, and that – in the end – is that matters.

Fudge knew that times were rough, he wasn't stupid. So as he sat down on his seat waiting for his appointment and thought really hard on what he was going to do. Dumbledore intimidated him in a way, made him paranoid. The old goat held all the pieces of the intricate chess game, right now it was his move. They have played this game for a long while, it was his move. Like any player, sometimes you just know you are going to lose and boy was he going to lose spectacularly but if he was, he was going down fighting every step of the way.

Two sharp knocks were his only warning before in came his Senior Undersecretary, Dolores Umbridge. She gave a short forcibly bright smile, "Hello Minister, you wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes, I wanted to speak to you about a position in…"

There weren't many bad experiences in Nero's lifetime; he could count all of them in one hand. Riding a broom was now officially number six in bad/uncomfortable experience list. He jumped with Red Queen in tow as soon as he was close enough to the floor. His landed on the balls of feet in a crouched position with Red Queen's case casually thrown over his back just as the rest of group landed beside him in a heated rush to get to him.

"What the bloody hell did you do that for," Tonks asked as she was close enough; her hair quickly turning an angry shade of red.

"Because I didn't want be riding a safety hazard and it's really weird to even ride a broom of all things. How cliché can you get, really a broom? I swear I could hear that old man laughing his ass off when I had to get on that thing. Next time I see that bastard I'm shooting him in that ugly mug he calls a face!" He stood up angrily. Okay, so made the experience wasn't what made it so bad more like the comment Dante had made in front of Kyrie, what freaking pervert! He and Kyrie weren't even anywhere near that part of the relationship. Hell, they were still trying to establish where they stood luckily for them it wasn't very awkward. They never actually saw themselves as brother and sister (unlike him and Credo); they were more like best friends.

"Shoot him?" Someone echoed in the background confusedly.

Nero ignored him looking around, "So where is this super-secret hideout?"

He was quickly passed a slip parchment paper…

The Head Quarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found in Grimmauld place number twelve.

He looked back up with an irritated expression on his face that was it? The fucking building right in front of him this whole time, they could have just said. Oh hey, it's right there but – no, stupid wizards have to be mysterious about all the shit they do.

"You could have…you know, whatever man." He pulled his suitcase to the front door when someone from inside opened the door after that Tonks girl knocked.

It was a ginger-haired woman looking to be entering the age of her early fifties cracked open the door before smiling brightly once she recognized who it was, "Come in, the meeting is just starting. Oh…you must be H—Nero, I'm Mrs. Molly Weasley it's nice to finally meet you."

She stretched out a hand to shake his but faltered at seeing his right arm in a sling, her brown eyes quickly moved to where his other hand was caring his case. While she was having her silent examination he stood there uncomfortably as the door behind quietly shut, he could the other sneaking behind her. Her concerned reminded him too much of deceased mother when she all but had a panic attack when he came home one day bruised and battered after a grueling training session with Credo at the Order, let's just say Credo learned to take it easy if he didn't want to have the sting face directed at him for a month.

"Give me that dear," she quickly took the heavy case with a flick of her wand. That look in her told him she wouldn't one word of compliant from him so he said nothing. "And where do you think you're going!" She spun around to Sirius who was quietly trying to escape the oncoming wrath of protective mother bear.

"To the meeting," Sirius meekly said.

"Sirius Orion Black, how dare you let him carry such a heavy thing when he is clearly injured?! He could have been injured or worst. Never in my day have I seen such an irresponsible –!"

"It's fine Mrs. Weasley." Nero interrupted feeling bad for the man when he really wasn't injured in first place.

"No need to defend him dearie," she patted his left shoulder with a warm smile, and Nero shifted on his feet embarrassed.

"No seriously, there nothing wrong with my arm…it's just…" He quickly scrambled in his head trying to find the excuse he had come up with before leaving. "I kind of lost all motor function in this arm when I was young. I mean it's not like it hurts or anything; I just need to have in a sling unless I want it swinging around or twitching. It's a hazard in my line of work."

"Work, why would you need to work?" She questioned lips pressing into a firm thin line.

"I, uh, need to. I'm parents died some time ago, so my brother and I started working to help around the house, paying bills and all that …" He trailed off even more uncomfortable at the worrying eyes of Mrs. Weasley and guilty eyes of Sirius Black. "Its fine really, it is. Where I come from kids start working around my age sometimes even younger; it all depends on what you choose as a career. Early to learn, early to live a long prosperous work fulfilled life, is what they always say."

Call bull on that, uh, I don't think they'll fall for that. They are kind of weird so maybe they will? Dammit they're staring. Nero forced a smile under the tense air.

"What kind of work do you do," Mrs. Weasley finally asked with a tensed smile.

"I'm a mercenary," he responded without thinking.

"Is that why you carry the sword?" Remus asked carefully.

"So that rat bastard is bad influencing you!"

"A WHAT?!"

A Few Days Earlier…

Holy crap! What the hell was I thinking? You were trying to stick to the truth? Well yes…but not that close to the truth! Why couldn't I just say I was a freaking hunter, me and my big mouth.

He fidgeted under their scrutinizing stares. His foot bounced irritably, while the other rested on his bouncing knee. "What?"

"Have you ever killed another human being," Dumbledore asked carefully.

"No, what I do is much different," Nero responded monotonously, it was at that point that Dumbledore played a dangerous game. He should have allowed Sirius and Remus to take to the boy. I'm sorry James, Lily. I failed you.

"What exactly do you do for you to carry such artillery within your person," Dumbledore asked while gazing at his bandaged arm that was held limply in his sling. "And how exactly did that injury happen for it to impair you in such a way?"

Nero's gaze moved to a window, his blue hues fogged in memory. Perhaps reliving the memory? He shook his head removing his gaze from the open window that only revealed a dark forest that was his back yard. "I wasn't paying attention, Kyrie…"

"I see."

"No, you don't really see but that's alright. Nobody ever really sees unless they themselves are put in the same situation." Nero moved his gaze to his bandaged arm; disgust and anger filled his furrowed brows that hid away those blue hues. "I don't care what you say, I'm taking them."

"You won't endanger any of the faculty members or student body?"

Nero only raised a brow, "Now why would I want to hurt stupid h—people?"

Present time…

"Dumbledore and I discussed this already, now where am I staying?" Nero rudely grabbed his hovering case.

"Upstairs dear," Mrs. Weasley gestured numbly, "two doors to your right."

"Thanks," he muttered but as he walked past the distraught motherly elder woman he hesitated. He put down his case and awkwardly placed his hand on a shaking shoulder, "I'll tell you the same thing I told my mother and best friend. What I do is my choice alone. I do so because if I didn't, nobody else would do it…and that is simply not right. To know that somebody died because I decided to be selfish doesn't sit right with me."

Nero patted her shoulder then proceeded to walk up the stairs.

"Wait!" Sirius stepped up with another case. "I'll help you take this one. I need to talk to you anyways; Remus will inform me of anything I should know." Sirius cast glance back at the other two before anyone could protest. Of course Remus wouldn't have but Molly certainly would have.

Nero just shrugged his shoulder in acceptance and continued on his trek. As he walked heard scuttle footsteps of children trying to pretend they weren't eavesdropping. He opened the door to see, one…two…five sets of eyes staring back at him curiously; he only arched a brow in return.

"Hey, mind give us some privacy," Sirius asked from behind.

"Oh yeah…"

"Sure, just lemme…"

"White hair…?"

"I'm going to go see if…"

They all left in cacophony of teenage mutterings as they quickly vacated the area. Sirius placed Nero's suitcase on the bed to his left while inviting him to sit on his right. Instead Nero grabbed a chair and dragged it until it was right in front of Sirius. "Right," Sirius muttered under his breath, and Nero only slouched with crossed arms. Even he said that his arms really wasn't in pain he still mental winced. "So…where do I being?"

"How the beginning," Nero suggested in a non helping manner.

"I knew you parents before they did, I was a long time friend of theirs. I actually both Remus and I knew you parents, we all went to Hogwarts together," Sirius fumbled in his explanation feeling extremely uncomfortable even though he really shouldn't. How hard was it to say: Nero, I'm your godfather and I'd like for us to get to know one another?

"So you guys knew birth parents since prep school?" Nero asked with furrowed brows not really getting why the man was getting weird on him. Although the fact that he knew his mother was interesting, maybe he could ask him what type of woman his mother was. Something shifted in Sirius eyes, he looked determined?

"Long story short, your father and mother named me your godfather." Sirius abruptly stood up red in the face. "You're a lot different than the little screaming tot that I once held but I would like to get know you again."

"What –?"

"So it was nice talking to you, bye!" Sirius animatedly said before practically running out the door.

…the hell?

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A/N: So I think this is officialy my wordiest chapter, I think dialogue-wise so far. I think this chapter hit angst level which I try really hard not to do since I made this profile strictly light-hearted stuff. No matter how hard I tried to make one in my other profile it still went and did a 180 on me! So far I think I've done pretty well in this single story. It makes my smile to know that I can write a non-depressing story. I keep getting better since I'm not a very funny person (as you can obviously tell with my cheesy, typical, perverted, forced jokes) hence Adeventure/Family genre and not humor.

BTW no cookies (::), it was Professor Umbridge! I should have said earlier this was going to happen in fifth year :| Why u hate on Snape, oh right he's usually the douche - forgot. I'm just rambling now, laters.