Lance drifted back to consciousness to the feel of hands tracing his skin. He blinked blearily at Harry who was seated beside him on the bed fully dressed. Harry was using his fingers to trace and tug at the few small chest hairs Lance had managed to grow. It took Lance a few minutes for his brain to register what he was seeing. Not only was Harry sitting up but he was actually fully dressed.

"Hey," Harry said softly when Lance met his eyes. Harry leaned down and kissed him gently.

"You've got all your clothes on." Lance observed his brain still muddled from sleep. Harry smiled at him and nodded.

"I do, you've probably forgotten but it's Saturday morning. I have an appointment." he told him his voice soft and apologetic. Lance frowned.

"Is it the sort of appointment you can cancel?" he asked but Harry shook his head.

"I'm not sure what would happen if I didn't show up, maybe nothing but he might not let me come back or he might charge in here and lecture me. I can't risk not being allowed back, I'm sorry." Harry paused and moved in to kiss Lance deeply. "I'd like you to wait for me. There's food in the kitchen and I shouldn't be gone more than an hour or two. I mean if you have other plans I understand."

Harry's face took on a worried insecure look which Lance had come to recognize meant that Harry thought he was asking too much. Lance wondered how long it would take for Harry to realize there was no such thing as too much when it came to him. Instead he smiled at him and sat up enough to catch him in another kiss.

"I'll wait." He told Harry "For however long you want me too."

Harry grinned at him and leaned down for another kiss. Lance took the opportunity to slide his hand onto the back of Harry's neck and pull him over, upsetting his center of gravity so he fell on top of him. Harry shifted his body so that he was straddling Lance without missing a beat as he deepened their kiss. This went on for several minutes before a beeping interrupted them. Harry groaned in frustration as he pulled back.

"God you're so fucking hot. Why on earth did we wait?" Lance laughed and pushed Harry off of his hips and the bed.

"Don't ask me, it was your idea. You'd better go, don't want to be late." Harry sent Lance a longing look but nodded.

"Yeah he doesn't like it when I'm late. Doesn't even let me in the door." Lance hummed as if he knew what or who Harry was talking about, having found this was the best way to keep the other man talking. Unfortunately Harry just dived in for one last kiss, muttered a quick goodbye and left the room. Lance lay in bed for several minutes before hunger forced him up. He pulled on his boxers and moved out of the room. He was still half asleep as he wandered into the kitchen but what he found there caused him to jolt awake faster than a bucket of water to the face would have.

"Hermione!" he exclaimed in shock. Hermione Weasley have a squeak of surprise and dropped the plate she had been washing before spinning around. She had grabbed a stick of wood from the counter and was brandishing it.

"Lance," she gasped "you're here. What are you doing here?"

Lance held up his hands to show he meant no harm.

"Harry asked me to wait here until his appointment was over." Lance explained "I'm sorry I startled you, you can put down your stick now. Though honestly if I were an intruder I think one of those knives would probably be the better choice."

Hermione glanced down the at the stick in her hand then back at Lance before she gave a shaky laugh.

"Oh right, of course, don't know what I was thinking grabbing this." she said before shoving it into the front pocket of her apron.

"So errr, why are you here?" Lance asked not wanting to offend her but still curious. It seemed like the sort of thing Harry might have mentioned though he supposed the other man had been quite busy.

"Well, Harry's such a bachelor you know but will never accept help if you offer it first. I knew he was at his appointment so I brought over a few meals and was just going to do the washing up for him." she told him. Lance was puzzled.

"But I thought you lived in England?" he asked and Hermione nodded.

"Oh I do, I just. . .was in town for a visit."

"Huh," was all Lance could think to say. For a moment they both just stood staring at each other and Lance's eyes drifted across Hermione's form he noticed for the first time that she'd bunched her long sleeves around her elbows to avoid getting them wet. He tried not to react when he finally noticed the scar. The word 'Mudblood' was still red and stood in stark contrast to the rest of her milky white skin.

"I know you want to ask, I usually keep it covered. It's hard for the boys to look at it." She told him softly answering the unasked question.

"Why?"

"They blame themselves. Harry especially took it hard, he always felt he should have been able to stop it."

Lance thought about that but before he could respond he shivered. He suddenly remembered he was still only wearing boxers. Hermione seemed to realize it at the same moment because her cheeks had begun to turn pink.

"I'm. . ah. . .just gonna go get dressed." he told her before hurrying from the room.

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When Lance returned to the room about twenty minutes later, having decided to shower, Harry was already back. He sat at the kitchen table and he was cursing liberally.

"Stupid Nasty Git! Thinks he can chase me off! Well I'll show him Hermione I'll be back next week and if I have to I'll break down his bloody door!" Hermione sat across from him and patted his hand in a commiserating sort of way. When Lance entered the room she looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"Really Harry I don't know why you're so upset. If he's so horrible just don't go back." The look Harry gave her could have burned through steel.

"You don't understand," He growled before throwing his hands up "It's just I've been going for years! I don't expect much god knows Just a little basic human decency."

Hermione's only response was a small hmm of acknowledgement. Harry had yet to notice him so Lance walked over to the kitchen counter where a half full coffee pot was already waiting for him. He poured himself a cup and then slid into the seat across from Harry at the table. Harry blinked at him as if surprised to see him before his face broke into a wide grin.

"You're here, I thought you must have gone home." he said sounding pleased. Lance shrugged and sipped his coffee.

"You asked me to wait for you." he told him, in response Harry leaned half way across the table and kissed Lance deeply until Hermione pointedly cleared her throat. Harry pulled back with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry 'Mione," Harry told the woman but she was smiling so Lance thought she didn't really mind so much.

For several moments they were all quiet just drinking their respective coffee's. When Harry straightened up in his chair squaring his shoulders.

"I wanted to ask you something Lance," He told him. Hermione glanced at him in surprise.

"Okay ask away," Lance told him.

"Well you remember Kingsley? He was the bloke you met at my office yesterday." Lance nodded "He invited me to this thing in England.. ." Harry trailed off looking hesitant.

"Yes I remember a memorial of some sort right?" Harry nodded and Hermione gasped.

"That's exactly right and I wanted to ask you-"

"HARRY!" Hermione interrupted sharply. "Can I speak with you for a moment in the next room?"

Harry stared at her for a moment but then nodded. Hermione grabbed him by the arm and hauled him from the room. Lance could hear a furiously whispered argument but they were being too quiet for him to make out the words. After several minutes where their voices got increasingly louder Harry began to yell.

"Well I don't bloody well care! It's not up to you or Kingsley or anybody else!" There was a pause while Hermione obviously tried to make her paint "Bloody Rita Skeeter can bloody well throw herself in the Black Lake for all I care."

Lance was surprised to hear Hermione begin to yell in response.

"You have a responsibility to set a good example! You can't go around flaunting the Statute of Secrecy Harry!" Lance didn't know much about what was happening but he'd known Harry long enough to know this was exactly the wrong thing for Hermione to say.

"I have a RESPONSIBILITY? I had responsibility to Kill Voldemort! I had a responsibility to walk into that fucking forest and let that Psychopath fucking kill me! So excuse me if I tend to think taking my fucking boyfriend with me for moral support while people celebrate the single WORST DAY OF MY LIFE is the least you people should allow!" Harry slammed back into the kitchen and Hermione quickly followed. Her face was pale and she looked like she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry Harry I didn't mean-" she started but Harry cut her off.

"I think you should go." He told her. She hesitated for a moment before sending trembling smile in Lance's direction and left the room. Harry collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table and put his face in his hands. Lance stood and moved to sit beside him, gently running his fingers through Harry's dark hair and rubbing his back. After a moment he began to place gentle kisses on the back of Harry's neck, prompting Harry to turn and catch his lips in a kiss.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lance asked him. Harry shrugged but when he looked at Lance he raised an eyebrow.

"You look really happy all of a sudden." Harry observed and Lance couldn't resist the small smile that danced across his lips.

"You called me your boyfriend." Harry suddenly looked worried.

"Is that. . .I mean is that okay? I know we haven't really talked about it and we've only been going out a few months," Harry was looking insecure again so Lance silenced him with a kiss.

"If it bothered me do you think I'd be so happy about it?" Harry grinned in response and kissed him again.

"So. . .will you come to England with me?" Harry asked him happily. Lance briefly considered the drawbacks of leaving the country on such short notice. It would be an issue with work maybe and Booth and Brennan wouldn't be able to consult him while he was away but even with that Lance couldn't say no to Harry. Especially when he thought of all the things he might learn about his new boyfriend and when he considered Harry's words about wanting him there for moral support.

"Of course," but Harry quickly held up his hand.

"Before you agree, I'm still not going to explain anything to you and you'll probably see things you don't understand but the same rules apply if you have theory I will tell you if you're right."

"I understand." Lance told him simply and was quite pleased to be pulled in for another kiss.

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Another call from Dr. Jack Hodgins had Harry both amused and curious. He admired the man's aggressive tenacity in the face of so little actual evidence. Harry wondered if he should be offended by the man's insistence that he was up to something. He supposed he would be if Hodgins weren't absolutely right. Harry was a member of a powerful secret society and he was at the Jeffersonian in order to ensure that society stayed secret. He supposed that for someone like Hodgins who had always believed in conspiracies to be confronted with an actual real conspiracy and still be unable to prove it must be maddening.

The best part from Harry's point of view was the fact that because Hodgins was a man of science, even if his detective managed to uncover the truth. Hodgins would never believe it, he'd dismiss it out of hand and keep searching for a 'logical' explanation. Harry almost felt sorry for him. Lance once again met him at his office though this time they held hands as they walked toward Hodgins office. Harry couldn't help but grin happily at the small public acknowledgement of their newly established couple status. He felt silly for being so happy about it but feeling silly oddly only made him more happy. Like some sort of vicious cycle of sappiness.

When Harry arrived he noted that all the people from their last meeting were there along with Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan. The private detective had yet to arrive. Harry took in the faces around him, Hodgins looked gleeful, Angela tense, Booth looked angry but Harry was beginning to wonder if this was just his default expression. Lance had told him about the FBI Agent's coma and resulting love of Brennan. It sounded to Harry like a spirit journey meant to give inspiration but of course Lance thought it was all medical and Harry was not about about to argue. He wouldn't be surprised if they got together eventually though. Brennan herself mostly looked bored and Harry suspected she had only come because Booth wanted her there. Wendell maintained the same stoic expression he'd worn last time and Harry suspected that was just his default.

Harry grinned at Lance before turning to Hodgins.

"No detective this time?" he asked. Hodgins frowned.

"She's on her way and just you wait she's found something big." He told Harry. Harry nodded.

"I'm sure all my darkest secrets are about to be revealed." he said seriously and probably could have played it off if Lance hadn't started laughing. Harry had already told him how totally unconcerned he was by this whole thing and Lance had defaulted to finding it as funny as Harry did. Harry began to snicker before quickly silencing Lance with a quick kiss and turning back to Hodgins whose scowl had deepened.

"Dr. Black it's good to see you again," Brennan spoke as if she'd just spotted him and Harry smiled at her.

"Dr. Brennan good to see you as well. I admit you didn't seem the type to show for one of these little get togethers." Harry told her and she nodded solemnly.

"Yes normally I wouldn't but Booth was suspicious after you helped us close that case and I was hoping to get a chance to ask you if you knew the cause of death on those bones. I didn't get a chance to really find one though I did look between when you arrived and the bones were removed from the lab." Brennan was scowling at him and Harry suspected she found his interference with her murder case personally offensive.

"I suppose there is no harm in tell you that you wouldn't have found anything on the bones. Technically speaking he died of cardiac arrest." Harry told her and Lance looked at him in surprise.

"But I thought," Harry shook his head to let Lance know it wasn't the time.

"I imagine find out when we go to England love," Harry told him softly and Lance nodded. Hodgins was watching their interaction closely with a frown.

"Can I ask why the knife was added?" Brennan asked and Harry shrugged.

"I have a few theories but that happened long after he died. I'm not certain why."

"What are your theories?" Booth demanded with a scowl. Harry sent him his sunniest grin before answering in one word.

"Classified."

Booth's face turned the most delightful shade of red but before he could respond the door creaked open and the private detective Amber Kippler stepped into the room. She carried a similar case to last time and her eyes swept the room before landing on Harry and flashing him a smile. Harry grinned back at her and gave a little wave.

"You're late." Hodgins told her sharply and Ms. Kippler rolled her eyes.

"My flight was delayed." She informed him.

"Well lets get started then. You said you found something big." Amber nodded.

"I found a classmate of Harry's who was very helpful and also several details on the terrorist Tom Riddle." Harry jumped.

"Someone from my school actually talked to you?" he asked in surprise while the vindictive glee in Hodgins eyes seemed to shoot up a few degrees. Amber nodded but looked rather puzzled.

"It was very strange actually. At first he refused to tell me anything but then when I explained that I was a private detective and my employer worked with you here at the museum he laughed and laughed but then invited me inside."

"Who was it?" Harry asked curious.

"His name was Dennis Creevy, he was a few years behind you at P.S.T.E.G." Harry felt his heart sink.

"Yes I remember, Colin's little brother. How was he? I haven't seen him since. . ." he trailed off remembering who he was with.

"He seemed well, he told me his brother was killed when terrorists attacked your school." Amber replied sounding compassionate. Harry nodded.

"He shouldn't have been there, the idiot." Harry said more to himself then to the group. He felt Lance's hand tighten in his and turned to rest his head on his boyfriends shoulder. Taking comfort in his proximity and breathing deeply. He mostly tried not to think about those who died. There were so many he inevitably forgot some of them and was then swamped with guilt.

"He told me to tell you that nothing could have kept him away, Dennis said he died a hero." Harry smiled at her and nodded.

"He did." He cleared his throat and straightened up again. "So what else did Dennis have to say?"

"Wait a minute-" Angela cut in "Are we just gliding past the part where Terrorists attacked a school? How did I not hear about this? Even if it happened in England that should have been front page news."

Harry glanced at her unsure of how to respond but Amber responded for him.

"It was very hushed up. I found a few mentions of it online. About seven years ago lots of P.S.T.E.G. Students started dieing. Former graduates as well as current students you may have heard about the murders of Amelia Bones and Emmaline Vance? Both made headlines at the time but there were many more who didn't. I don't even know how many people died in the attack on the school."

"More than fifty," Harry volunteered softly. "But enough about that, you could question every single person there and never learn any real details about that day."

Amber nodded.

"In truth Dennis told me very little about that. Only that he'd lost his brother and it wasn't my business. He did tell me about his school time with you and gave me lots of pictures. He talks about you like you're some sort of god to be honest." Harry nodded.

"Colin was the photographer for our school's branch of the Harry Potter Fan Club." Hodgins snorted. But Amber cut in.

"Oh he's not joking, Dennis gave me a button." She said producing it from his bag. A picture of Harry's face, looking awkward, looked out at them "And if I press it." She did and the words

I Support Our Hero Harry Potter appeared. Harry groaned.

"Those stupid bloody buttons, I can't believe he even still had them."

"Actually Dennis charged me five dollars for mine. Apparently they're still quite in demand." Amber told him. The button was passed around and Brennan kept pressing it.

"These are quite clever, how did he get it to change like that?" she asked. Harry shrugged.

"I don't know magic probably," he froze realizing what he'd said but Brennan just scowled at him like he'd made a joke and Amber continued talking.

"He only let me take a few pictures." She said handing them over to Hodgins who glanced at them before passing them around. When they reached Harry he saw that they were muggle ones thankfully, they ranged from second year through sixth. One particularly good one showed Harry punching Malfoy. Colin had snapped the picture just as Harry's fist impacted with the other boys face and Harry could see little flecks of blood flying from his broken nose. George could also be seen head lowered and preparing to charge in the corner of the frame.

"I quite like this one. Can I keep it?" Harry asked holding it up.

"Isn't that the guy from the fight you got into at the bar?" Wendell asked and Harry nodded. "So you beat him up often than?"

"I wouldn't say often but you know if the opportunity presents itself. This particular time he said some very nasty things about the Weasley's but then he insulted my mother and I couldn't have that. Of course I got banned from all school sports but it was still worth it."

Hodgins let out an annoyed sound.

"Okay so you've got pictures and the exciting tales of school adventures! I thought you said you had something for me." Hodgins exclaimed. Amber scowled at him.

"For your information I spoke to six other P.S.T.E.G. Graduates before finding Dennis and none of them would tell me anything. So this is huge futhermore I was actually referring to information on Tom Riddle when we spoke." Amber told him sharply.

"Okay what did you find on Riddle?" Hodgins demanded and Harry noticed Booth and Brennan perk up with interest as well.

"Well first I have to say if Harry hadn't pointed me in the right direction I never would have found it." Harry smiled at her.

"Happy to help." Hodgins rolled his eyes but gestured for her to continue.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle was actually born in 1926 and I should warn you all the information I have is second hand because most people who knew him have since passed on but a few told stories to their children who relayed them to me. It is believed he was the son of a woman named Merope Gaunt and a man name Tom Riddle. The Gaunts were reported to be quite creepy but were also very low income so perhaps it was their poverty that caused such suspicion among the locals.

It's not remembered whether Merope was particularly beautiful but for whatever reason the man Tom Riddle who was known to be quite wealthy and handsome, ran away with her. They were together for several months before he reappeared and insisted he had been taken in and sometimes even said he'd been forced to love her by a magic spell. A few months later a young woman near death stumbled to an orphanage and gave birth to her child who she named after his father with her last breath.

The reports from the orphanage and even written records kept by the matron document a very troubled child. The matron suspected him of harming several of the children even though she had no proof. She also wrote that he'd killed several kittens the other orphans were fond of feeding. When he was 11 he was invited to P.S.T.E.G. He continued to return for summer vacations but by all account the violence stopped once he started to school.

Now some years later when the younger Thomas Riddle was about sixteen the elder Riddle and his parents were all found dead in their home. The groundskeeper was accused of murdering them but he insisted he had not but said he had seen a dark haired teenager in the area recently. Eventually however the case was dropped when it was found that there was no evidence of actual murder. All three Riddle's hearts simply stopped in their chests it's possible they were poisoned but the field of forensics and medicine were not what they are now. After that there are no records of Tom Riddle.

There were reports of strange activity in the graveyard near the original Riddle house a few years back. The elder Tom Riddles grave had been broken into and bones stolen. There was evidence of a struggle, someone was tied up and injured along with a fire. The victim couldn't be located however and eventually the case was closed."

She handed over several pictures with Hodgins and Booth both studied before handing them to Harry. Harry didn't want to look at them but didn't want to give it away. His heart was pounding in his chest and all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. The headstone was there ropes still wrapped around it. The police had marked where Harry's blood had dripped down the statue and he unconsciously rubbed the scar.

Suddenly Harry couldn't breathe, he was right there.

(Kill the Spare)

"Harry?" Lance's voice was foggy and distant.

(Bow to Death Harry)

Then the laughter and god the pain. That first 'crucio' had hurt like nothing Harry had even imagined before.

"Harry baby Harry come back to me!" and then Harry felt the soft press of lips on his warm and sweet. He breathed in sharply and blinked, he was back in the office. Lance was kneeling in front of him on the floor, his hands on either side of his face. He realized he was shaking and the picture that had been clutched in his hand had drifted to the floor.

"Lance?" he asked and his boyfriend smiled at him in relief. Slowly Harry became aware of the other people in the room and straightened up. "Sorry I-I haven't thought about that for awhile."

Harry felt Lance gently stroke his face and smiled at him.

"You were there?" Amber Kippler asked with wide eyes "But you were only fourteen."

Harry looked over at her but couldn't think of a response to that so he just shrugged. Lance stood and took his hand pulling him to his feet.

"We're leaving." He said firmly then to Harry's surprise he sent a very dangerous look at Dr. Hodgins. "I don't know what it is you think you'll find on Harry but so far all you've done is dredge up painful memories. I've always thought you were a good man Jack but this quest of yours is starting to make me wonder."

Authors Notes: Whew this one came out rather long. Not only that but I still found time to help the kiddos make homemade play-doh super mom to the rescue Yo.

Anyway Please review and let me know what you think so far!