It had been fifteen minutes and Harry hadn't moved. Another several minutes passed and Harry finally came around. He had to tell someone that Lee was…dead. He didn't know where Lee was, but he knew his friends had been killed. Harry started to move and used the bed to help him stand, then he sat on the bed and turned the Communicator on.

"Name please."

"Remus Lupin," Harry answered.

"I'm sorry, the call could not be connected. Please try again. Name please."

"Sirius Black," Harry tried his godfather. The call had connected, but Sirius just had to accept the call. "Come on. Accept it. Accept it, Sirius. Accept it, go damn it!" Harry muttered.

"Call accepted."

"Yes!"

"Harry? What is it? I can't really talk." At first, Sirius wasn't looking at Harry but then he did. "Harry, what's wrong? What happened?" Sirius asked, concerned.

"Lee's dead," Harry mouthed.

"What was that, kiddo?"

"Lee Jordan is dead," Harry repeated louder.

"What? What are you talking about?" Sirius frowned.

"He was murdered twenty minutes ago. I don't know where he is or who killed him, but he's dead," Harry answered.

"But—" Sirius started.

"Mr. Black! Mr. Black!" Auror, Monica Hale called.

"What is it, Hale?"

"There's been a murder in a Muggle village. A seventeen year old boy has been found dead in an abandoned department store."

"Got a name?"

"Last name is Jordan."

"No way," Sirius whispered and turned back to Harry. Harry looked back at his godfather gravely. "I need to come home but I have to go check this out. Wait. Hale, did you say in a Muggle village?" the Auror nodded. "It better not be the village we live near."

"I'll come with you, Sirius," Harry said.

"Are you sure?" Harry nodded. "All right. I'll come get you and we'll Apparate back here. Just stay where you are until I get there," Harry nodded again then Sirius disappeared.

"This call has been—"

"No," Harry turned off the Communicator and waited for Sirius. It didn't take long. Sirius was home in under five minutes.

"Harry?" he called.

Harry ran down the stairs. "Right here."

"Jeez, Harry. You don't look very good. Are you all right? You're so white," Sirius put a hand to Harry's cheek. It was ice cold.

"I'll be fine. We should go. Where's Remus?" Harry asked as they walked outside.

"Still dealing with the werewolf. He knows nothing of this. He's going to bite my head off tonight," Sirius sighed and smiled when Harry giggled.

"Can you still run the way you did when you were fifteen?" Harry grinned, raising an eyebrow.

"Unfortunately, no, so he has an even better chance of killing me," Sirius answered. Harry laughed again. "Okay. Let's go."

Harry, not being able to Apparate alone for a few more days, took Sirius' arm. When he opened his eyes, they were at the Ministry. They ran in and up to Sirius' department.

"Hale! Hale! Where is she? Hale! HALE!" Sirius shouted but the Auror didn't appear. "Damn it."

"Sirius!" they heard Tonks say. They turned. "Have you heard about the murder of Lee Jordan?"

"Yes, I'm trying to find Hale to bring me there," Sirius nodded.

"Floo to this address. Hale already went there. Kingsley is there too," she handed Sirius a piece of paper.

"Why aren't you there?"

"I'm staying here getting all the files and information coming in on everything. It's insane. I'm running everywhere and a million people are trying to find me to give me information. Also, information that should be going to Remus' department is coming here. I keep having to send them down there. It's mental. This is the worst it's ever been," Tonks explained.

"Jesus. Do you think you can hang on for a couple more hours?" Sirius wondered.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course," she nodded.

"All right. I'm going to do this and when I get back, Kingsley and I will help you. Just hang in there."

"All right. Thanks. You need to go," she told him. He agreed and went to the fire with Harry. He stepped in and looked at the paper.

"Seven sixty-three, *Merce Street," he disappeared and Harry did the same. When Harry stopped spinning, he stepped out of the fire and looked around. It had definitely been a department store…once.

"Sirius?" Harry whispered. It was quite dark and he couldn't see much.

"Hey, sorry. I'm right here," Sirius whispered back, coming up beside him, his wand lit.

"Have you found Lee?"

"Not yet. I haven't looked much yet either. Come on," Sirius muttered, leading the way.

"I feel like we're in the Shrieking Shack again, except it's not so…creaky."

"I'm surprised you would remember that. You were only six. You had just started getting used to living with Remus and I. Didn't trust many others though. You were terrified of Dumbledore," Sirius stated as they walked up a flight of stairs very slowly.

"Still was at times," Harry replied. Sirius grinned over his shoulder at the boy. "And of course I remember. I remember pretty much everything from when I lived with you two. There's nothing I would really want to forget."

"I know when we first got you, you liked me better as a dog. I wasn't as big and scary apparently," Sirius chuckled.

"I still like you better as a dog sometimes. You're scary both ways now though," Harry laughed and dodged the hand Sirius swung at him.

"Little bugger," Sirius mumbled. Sirius suddenly stopped. He didn't hear Harry walking behind him anymore. "Harry?"

"Found him."

Sirius whipped around. Harry was staring into an open room. Sirius looked to the floor by Harry's feet. Was that blood? He looked back to Harry who looked like he was going to collapse.

"Harry, go sit on the floor down there. Just sit. You don't look like you're going to stay standing much longer. Go on. I'll just be in here," Sirius pointed down the hall a bit. Harry walked to the spot and sat down. He brought his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and rested him head on his knees, closing his eyes. When Sirius was sure Harry was fine, he went into the room. He had been right. Everything he had seen on the floor was blood. He knelt beside the boy and carefully examined what he could.

Had been beaten a lot. Probably broken arm, broken ribs and leg. The main thing was the thin cut on the neck that had taken Lee Jordan's life. He had died from a slit throat. Perfect. Sirius sighed and stood. He looked at his hands. There was some blood on them from the ocean of blood on the floor. He ignored it and went to Harry.

"How you doing, kid?" Sirius sat beside him.

"Okay, I guess. I guess I have another funeral to plan and get ready for," Harry breathed deeply.

"It's all right. Don't worry," Sirius put an arm around his nephew. "I know you don't want to, but I need to know what happened."

Harry nodded. "I was, umm, doing the dishes. I was almost done when the phone rang. I answered it, but, uh, there—there wasn't an answer so I hung up. I started the dishes again and the phone rang again. I answered. This time there was breathing on the line but no one answered, and I hung up again. As soon as I turned back to the sink, the phone rang yet again. I answered and this time someone answered," he started.

"What happened?"

"He—" Sirius stopped him.

"He? He who?"

"The caller. It was a man. I didn't recognize the voice," Harry replied. "Anyways, he said 'wanna play a game.' I asked who it was and he said, umm, he said 'who do you think?' I asked how he uh, got our number. I was looking for my Communicator but it was in my room. He said he overheard me giving Ron and Hermione our new number. He knew their names. He knows everything about me.

"After he told me that he knows everything about me, he said something like, umm, like 'an upsetting thing it was. Your sixteenth birthday. Horrible incident.' I asked how he knew about that but he just said it was his turn, not mine," Harry continued.

"His turn for what?"

"'Play time'," Harry repeated the caller's words. "He said he asks questions and I answer. 'Just like your birthday or when you got kidnapped, isn't it?' That's what he had said. I went to hang up but he said I didn't want to do that. I asked why and he told me to get my Communicator and he'd show me. I went to my room and got it. He told me to put it on my bed and accept the incoming call. I did, but when the picture came up, there was nothing there. I asked what I was supposed to be seeing and he told me to hang on. After a few seconds he was back. That's when he showed me Lee. Lee looked almost dead. I told the caller to let Lee go but he said only if I answered something," Harry paused. He forced back the tears and picture of Lee to the back of his mind.

"What did you have to answer?"

"'What are the Horcruxes and where are they'?" Harry repeated the anonymous man's words again. "I told him I didn't know, but he thought I did because I was helping…Dumbledore last year. When I said Dumbledore didn't even know, he said he wouldn't want to kill Lee. The person who was holding the knife to Lee's neck pressed it even harder into his neck.

"I told him that I literally didn't know. He said I have the paper and special Snitch. That got me. I asked how he knew about that and told him to stop when the knife got pushed into Lee's neck more. He yelled 'tell me' and I said I couldn't because I didn't know," Harry stopped again. He hadn't done a good job of forcing everything back. The tears were streaking his cheeks as the memory played in his mind like a movie.

"Then what happened, Harry?"

"Too bad for your friends. They killed him. They killed Lee. The caller hung up and after a few minutes, the call on the Communicator was disconnected. The end," Harry finished. Sirius looked at Harry softly and pulled him closer.

"It's all right. God, Remus is going to kill me for not telling him about this. More so for bringing you here. I agree, I shouldn't have let you come," Sirius muttered.

"I'm fine, Sirius."

"You watched your friend get killed while talking to the murderer who knows everything about you. You are anything but fine," Sirius stated. Harry smiled slightly. "Come on. Let's get you outside. You'll feel better and I swear, if you say you're fine once more, I'm going to hit you," Sirius threatened as they stood. Harry laughed. They went downstairs and headed for the door.

"Sirius," Kingsley said, walking to Sirius and Harry.

"Go just outside the door. Come in when you feel better," Sirius told his nephew, who went out the door.

"Kid okay?" Kingsley wondered.

"Hopefully. He saw Lee get killed and talked to the killer. It was a man. He didn't recognize the voice but this guy knows everything about Harry," Sirius explained.

"Who doesn't?" Kingsley crossed his arms.

"I mean everything. He knows Ron and Hermione, he knows exactly what happened at Harry's party. He knows Harry was helping Dumbledore with the Horcruxes last year. He knows it all."

"The Horcruxes and party details are a little extreme. This guys needs a new hobby that doesn't involve stalking the Boy-Who-Lived," Kingsley sighed.

"Yeah. Have you seen the body yet?"

"No. I've been down here with forensics. I heard you come in but I was busy and I figured I'd let you do your thing. Should you really have brought Harry, boss?"

"No. He wanted to come. I wasn't thinking at all. Remus is going to kill me for bringing Harry and not telling him a thing about all this. He knows nothing right now. When we all get home, I'm dead," Sirius answered.

Kingsley shook his head. "Always in trouble, you are."

"Yeah, yeah. I know," Sirius glared. His expression softened when he saw Harry coming back.

"Feeling better, kiddo?"

"Not really. I'd ask to go home, but no one's there and I know you don't want me going home alone right now. No one will be there for a while," Harry shrugged.

"Umm—" Sirius thought.

"Hey, boss. Get Tonks to go with him," Kingsley suggested.

"She's loaded with work at the Ministry though," Sirius told him.

"Get Sanders to do it. He's your next best," Kingsley replied.

"Yeah. Okay. I'll be right back," Kingsley nodded. "Harry, we're going to Floo. You going to be okay?"

"Doubt it," Harry said flatly. Sirius looked at Harry, concerned then stepped into the fire. He disappeared in the flames then Harry followed. When he got to the Ministry, Harry fell out of the fire.

"Harry? You all right?" Sirius knelt beside the teen.

"Spectacular," he answered sarcastically.

"You're good enough to be cheeky. You'll be fine," Sirius smiled.

"I thought that's what I've been saying?" Harry stated as he and Sirius stood.

"No, you've been saying you are fine. Currently, you're not fine, but you will be. You just need rest and maybe a drink or food," Sirius replied. Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on. We need to find Tonks and avoid Remus if he's in this department for some reason," Sirius started walking and he heard Harry chuckle behind him.

"Why don't you call her on your wand or the Communicator or something?" Harry asked as he watched a few people run by quickly.

"Because," Sirius said shortly. Harry rolled his eyes yet again and watched as Sirius stopped an Auror. "Ferns. Where's Tonks and Sanders?" he asked Dominique Ferns.

"Tonks was heading to the magical creatures department with more information of theirs that came here. Sanders is down the hall and around the corner with Richards," she told her boss.

"Thanks, Ferns," Sirius thanked the woman then ran down the hall towards Remus' department with Harry behind him. "Remus better not see us," Harry smirked at his godfather's back. Sirius and Harry kept running, weaving their way through all the people hurrying to do their own things. "Where is she?"

"Down there. She's at the door that goes into Remus' department," Harry pointed and Sirius saw his cousin's spiky pink hair.

"Tonks! Tonks!" Sirius yelled. She didn't hear him. She went through the door. "Damn it!" they arrived at the door and Sirius looked through a window. He saw Tonks heading down to the end of a hallway where Remus was standing. "Stay here."

"Kay," Harry nodded. Sirius walked in and ran down the hall to Tonks who was only a few steps from Remus.

"Sirius? What are you doing?" Remus frowned when his best friends came up behind Tonks, panting.

"I need Tonks," he managed to say.

"I'm really busy, Sirius," Tonks began handing Remus something.

"What's that?" Sirius asked quickly.

Tonks opened it. "A file on a vampire that belongs to this department but got sent to ours. This is like the hundredth time I've been here to drop off information that was sent to us, but is for them."

"That file isn't on a vampire, Tonks."

"Of course it is," she looked. "Oh, it's not. My bad. It's here somewhere. I have like ten files with me," she looked through her files. "Here it is. Sirius, do you need this or do you already have the file on L—" Sirius put a hand on her mouth.

"Come with me and we'll find out. See you later, Moony," he led his cousin down the hall and through the door, Remus staring at them oddly.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Tonks shouted when the door shut.

"Sshhh. I need a favour."

"I don't have time for favours. I'm very busy and so are you," she began walking away but Sirius caught her arm.

"Look, I need you to go stay with Harry. He needs to go home but there's no one there and no one will be for a while. I'll be home around one or two in the morning."

"I can't just up and leave. I would love to help, you know that, but I can't."

"But you can. Sanders will take over for you. He's done what you're doing millions of times. He's usually taking over for the usual person, Melody Hudson. He knows what to do. Please, Tonks."

Tonks thought about it. She sighed. "All right. I'll do it."

"Thank you so much," Sirius grinned and turned to Harry who had sunk to sit on the floor. "You get to go home. Tonks will be with you."

"Okay," Harry stood up.

"Let's find Sanders and tell him" Sirius said.

"Where is he?" Tonks asked.

"Ferns told me he was down the hall and around the corner with Richards. At the end of this hall. Just go straight," Sirius replied.

"Let's go," they started walking and soon arrived at the end of the hall, turning the corner. Auror Damien Sanders was talking to Auror Tara Richards.

"Sanders," Sirius stated.

He ended the conversation with Richards and walked to his boss. "Yes?"

"We need you to take over Tonks' job for a few hours. She's helping me out with my nephew and has to leave. You'll just be getting information and all. The exact same thing you do when you fill in for Hudson, just very busy, but you've done it when it's busy like this."

"Of course, sir. No problem," Sanders agreed.

"Great. She should be back around one or two. Thanks, Sanders," Sirius said gratefully.

"No problem," the Auror repeated, smiling. So Tonks handed Sanders the few files she was holding and he immediately got to work.

"Let's get you home, kiddo," Sirius looked Harry in the eyes as he nodded and put an arm around him. They walked back down the hall and to the fireplace Harry and Sirius had used.

"Get some sleep. Don't worry. Be good," Sirius said to Harry. The teen nodded and embraced his godfather.

"See you tomorrow, Sirius."

"You too," Sirius watched Harry Floo home.

"Anything else I should know before I go?" Tonks wondered.

"He might want or need a Dreamless Sleep Potion. You know where the potions are kept. Mainly, don't tell Remus anything. He knows nothing about this and I should have told him, but I didn't. He's gonna kill me when he finds out," Sirius told her.

"All right. So potion and don't tell Remus. Easy enough."

"Okay. Thanks again, Tonks. Bye," Sirius replied and she left. "Back to the scene I go," he stepped in the fire and went back to the murder scene, immediately talking to Kingsley.

"I didn't finish the dishes. It was my turn to do them too," Harry sighed.

"Don't worry about it. I'll finish cleaning. You go to bed. Tell me if you need anything. Do you think you should take a Dreamless Sleep Potion?"

"Probably. I have some in my bedroom that I'll take. Thanks. Good night, Tonks," Harry climbed the stairs.

"Okay. Night. No problem."

When Harry was in his room, Tonks finished cleaning up then went to the living room. She turned on the TV. Suddenly, Remus' head appeared in the fire.

Uh oh, Tonks thought as she stared at Remus, eyes wide.

"Tonks? What are you doing here? You should be at work."

"W—well—well—you—you see—umm—" she stuttered.

"What happened?"

Damn. Sorry, Sirius. He'll curse me if I stay quiet. "Sirius is a murder scene right now. Lee Jordan was murdered over an hour ago. Sirius brought Harry to the scene because Harry wanted to go. Harry ended up wanting to come home but there was no one here and there wouldn't be for a bit. So he got me. We had Sanders take over my job for the night and I'm here watching Harry. He just went to bed and took a Dreamless Sleep Potion. He should be out cold right now," Tonks explained very quickly.

Remus looked furious. "I'll kill him. Thanks for watching Harry though. I know you were very busy. Thanks. I had just come to check on Harry, but I think I'll commit murder instead. Thanks, Tonks. Bye," Remus left.

"Bye, Remus. That went surprisingly well."

"Sirius is dead," Harry's voice came from the stairs.

"What are you doing up? I thought you were asleep."

Harry shook his head and sat on the sofa. "Can't sleep. Besides, I heard you and Remus talking. Sirius is gonna be dead."

"I know. You need to sleep, Harry."

"Okay, okay," he said under her stare. "I'll go to bed. Night," he went back up the stairs to his room. Tonks smiled and shook her head. It wasn't until three hours later that Sirius finally came home. It was three-thirty in the morning.

"Everything all right here?" Sirius asked.

"Yep. He had a potion. He should be out now. Also, Remus knows. He Flooed to check in on Harry and saw me so I had to tell him. Sorry," Tonks answered.

"Kind of figured that would happen. Oh well, thanks again. See you tomorrow."

"Bye," she left. Sirius sighed, hung up his coat amd then went upstairs. He stopped in to check on Harry. They boy was in a deep, peaceful sleep. Sirius smiled at Harry's calm face and kissed his forehead. Harry sighed deeply in his sleep, turning over onto his left side. Sirius left the bedroom and went to his own down the hall.

A/N: *Merce Street = I made this up so if it actually exists, I'm not stealing it or anything. I made it up on the spot.