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Brothers in arms – Sirius bent down and stroked Harry's black locks and kissed his forehead, wondering whether there was any point in telling him to be good seeming as he had not put a toe out of line since he got him. "Now you look after Arnold and Clara for me Harry, Uncle Reggie and I have to go out for a little while. Go to bed when he tells you and don't let him spoil you too much, you know what grandparents can be like."

"Don't worry dad, I'll be good," he smiled in his cherubic way.

"That's good to know." He turned to Arnold, "you know why my brother and I are going out, just look after him, we should be back by the morning, if we are not back by tomorrow at noon without so much as a message to you then we're in trouble." He handed him a slip of paper, "these are the addresses of Tonks, Remus Lupin and where Severus should be, contact them, nobody else, say we are in trouble, we went after the Lestranges, they should be able to help."

"You are talking as if failure is inevitable, what are you planning?"

"Oh failure is extremely, extremely unlikely," Sirius said truthfully, "but that does not change the fact that what we are doing is very dangerous. I have to take into account all possibilities so that nobody with less skills has to do what I am doing and end up hurt or worse."

"I understand, don't you worry, Harry and Kreacher will be fine here and you and Regulus will come back safe and sound." Clara came over and licked his hand, wishing his good luck and Sirius bent down to her level and gave her a rub behind the ears. "Thanks for the vote in confidence pooch, thanks for looking after him."

"How do I look?" Regulus gave a twirl, he was dressed completely in black, complete with a cloak, cliché, but it did the job. Seeming as the man had black hair too; the attire seemed to make his obsidian iris merge with his pupil giving him an ethereal appearance. He looked like something from the depths of Hades, and he could not be happier with that. He knew he looked just as intimidating and that was just the way he wanted things. The first part of gaining fear from your enemies was your appearance; the battle is half over if your opponent is terrified of you. The larger half was of course your power, if you were powerful enough you could dress as a clown and people will still be scared of you, it even becomes a trademark (villains from Lily's comics creep back into his mind). It was hard not to be scared of someone who can kill you with a click of their fingers.

Sirius looked him up and down before a small smile of approval crawled onto his face which made Regulus glow. "That's perfect," he said to top it off. He went and stood next to him to engage what they looked like next to each other – similar and dangerous. "I would apparate us there as we can apparate past most wards but they were close friends of the Notts so there are probably loads of guards around and strengthened barriers, we don't want to be splinched. "Now remember the rules, it is what separated a soldier from a murderer. Do not kill innocents, nobody you cannot recognise, wound and maim, again, only if you have to, do not kill anyone if you can help it. Restrain the brothers once you get to them unless you are given no choice, I do have a calling card of sorts to implement you see."

"What's that?"

"My penseive and veritaserum, you know that. The Lestrange brothers deserve to go down, but the real calling card is for the ministry. If you need my help, call my name, no matter how much it bruises your ego, if you get shot, shout for me. The most important rules are don't die and don't get caught, pretty obvious, ready?"

Regulus bent to give Harry a hug too and an assessing look at Arnold "see you later." The two of them left the room, Harry dragging Arnold along by his hand babbling about all the fun they were going to have, what they were going to bake, how late he was going to stay up and inviting Hermione and Teddy over to stay. Regulus saw the old man give them and his dog a pleading look as they left to which he just laughed in response to. "Harry is going to exhaust the poor guy," he said under his breath, "I do have one question, where are we going?"

"I'm going to apparate us to the Nott's old house, now they are no longer in it, hardly anyone ever goes there. I'm going to use their fireplace, they were friends of the Lestrange brothers, and hopefully they won't have thought to take them off their probably warded floo network yet." He held out his arm, "now come on, hold onto me." As soon as he felt his brother's hand close over forearm he closed his eyes and with a pop they apparated, landing in the Nott's front room. As expected, the place was empty and with no residents holding up the wards, they had fallen, allowing who wished to come in to do so. Friends and family had stolen everything of value but one could not steal a fireplace, and that was all the two were interested in.

Once they found it Sirius smiles and he saw a pot of floo powder still hanging by the fireplace. Regulus shivered, "for a bunch of rich death eater they sure act scint. This place has been vacated for what, one and a half months and it is completely bare." Sirius shrugged; death eaters are obviously greedy, unless scavengers such as Fletcher got here. Then all of a sudden Sirius disappeared right before his eyes, and not in a burst of flames either, he just disappeared. "Sirius!" He called out, alarmed, "Siri, where are you?"

Something cuffed the back of his head in an awfully familiar way and he reappeared right before him. "I'd have thought it was painfully obvious what happened, I cast a notice me not and an invisibility charm on myself, you idiot," he hissed, amused all the same. "If you are going to lose your cool over something like this..."

"No, no, it's fine, I just forgot about your wand-less magic, I'll remember," he said hurriedly. "You going first, or shall I?"

"I will," Sirius answered straight away, he was the stronger, braver, more experienced, older brother, it was safer that way, for both of them. "I don't know if there are any traps, there might be by the fireplace, there is no way of knowing beforehand. I'm going to cast Protego on myself as well as invisibility and notice-me-not," he disappeared again, this time, Regulus did not freak out. "I suggest you do the same," came his brother's voice, Reg quickly cast all three charms. "Wait five minutes before following me, just in case." Regulus watched as a handful of powder was lifted into an invisible hand, soft footfalls echoed slightly in the fireplace and then huge purple flames that would never cease to make him jump slightly roared around his invisible brother before disappearing, Regulus started to count.

Sirius ended his trip with a forward roll which landed him in the front room of Lestrange manor and he was greeted with nobody. The place was empty, oh it was obviously inhabited, but no one was there in the room. He frowned; he'd have thought there would be loads of people, guards and death eaters situated around the property keeping their eyes open for him, not that it would do all that much good with the charms he'd placed on himself. Well there was no point moving out until Regulus got here, he dropped the charms so his brother would see him when he arrived and looked around the room, only snooping because he was nosy. For a front room it was rather sparse, one armchair and one sofa with a foot stall. His eyes alighted on the one desk which was covered in papers and he walked over to it.

He grabbed one of the pieces of paper and frowned, it was Grimmauld Place, he would recognise it anywhere. There were detailed drawings of each floor, the doors, where the staircases were, the fireplaces, the bedrooms, even some of the possessions. Each room had two escape routes marked (windows were included) and passages were written on which places may include a boggart or a Cornish pixie. He knew there were both in the cellar and the attic, but he did not know that the Lestrange brothers did too. Some rooms only the Lord Black knew about, there were some things you keep secret, even from your own brother, he and Reg had the advantage here. There were detailed drawings and mappings of the gardens and grounds too... this was insane!

He moved on to another sheet, it was a drawing of him, accurate to his rather wild hair style and the smirk on his face, well wasn't that nice. Information about him was written mainly in bullet points – these two had done their homework alright.

Unlocked core

Not to be underestimated in terms of power

New shield – absorbs magic

Doesn't use a wand – doesn't need one

Hunting death eaters

Seems opposed to killing (well that one at least was wrong.)

Own brand of penseive, can't be caught or will end up in Azkaban

Avada Kedavra at first sight

These two were not as dim as he'd thought; they had been planning for when he came for them, and were also plotting to hunt him to eliminate the threat. They had been planning to assassinate him... well that made him feel a little better, he'd been feeling almost put out that no one was in the room. He'd been worried he was not considered a big enough threat. He heard the crackle of flames behind him but did not turn; he knew exactly who it was. He placed his hand on the desk and muttered inferno to set all their carefully laid plans ablaze, nobody else needed to see it. His magic hummed in content even the best laid plans of mice and men, often go astray, and leave us nothing but sorrow and pain for promised joy.

"Where are they?" Reg asked as he stepped up to him, his charms also dropped so they could see each other, "what did you burn?"

Sirius shrugged, "upstairs maybe," he said, eyes not leaving the now smouldering pile of ash, "and this was nothing, just some official papers of theirs." He smiled something that was not quite the smile he had in Azkaban and when he killed Gate Master, but not quite something that was genuine either, "they won't need them now."

Regulus shrugged and seemed to disregard the information, "let's start with the upstairs lounge, I know this place rather well, I spent some time here during my death eater days, if they are not there, they are in their bedroom."

"Bedroom?" Sirius asked, raising one eyebrow in amusement at his brother's deadpan voice and face as he revealed that piece of information, "as in singular?"

"They are very close, you know that," Regulus shrugged, the lack of his smirk giving away how this was not a joke or something to poke crude fun at, Sirius followed him upstairs. Then again, when they were younger, they had shared a bedroom too and when one of them was feeling ill or had a nightmare they would always crawl into the other brother's bed. "We should probably recast the charms," he said as an afterthought and both brothers became invisible once more with a notice me not charm each for good measure. It registered in both Black's minds that they could just use a point me charm, but it added to the drama and excitement to do things this way, it seemed less like a stage in a revolution and more like a hunt.

It turned out that brothers were in the lounge, sitting side by side on a settee watching a film together, well wasn't this romantic? Despite the views of the Lord they followed they did not mind enjoying some muggle contraptions. Then again, Harry liked television too, Hermione had one in her room and the many hours he spent round there were often wasted sitting in front of that box watching something killing another something, or two people falling in love. There were games as well one could play hooked up to the television. However Hermione only had a few, not really caring for them, and Sirius, not even knowing what they were, and capable of providing Harry with much more entertainment such as the means to fly, had not purchased him any.

They'd been through the blue prints; the each knew what to do. Sirius willed the man before him, Rabastan to petrify, once they were both bound and beaten they could move onto the confessions and he immediately stiffened. However he forgot one major detail, Regulus was not as powerful as him, not only was his core unlocked like his so he had to use a wand; he also had to use an incantation, something that was spoken aloud. While he did not speak very loudly, the brothers were not as relaxed in front of their film as they seemed to be and heard the spell that was barely more than a whisper as soon as the first syllable was uttered, Rodolphos had time to act. He quickly shouted Protego and rolled to the side of the sofa and drew his wand.

Sirius knew though that this was Regulus' fight, still invisible he kept silent and off to the side, he would only join in if needed. Rodolphos did not know where they were, only that the person who had uttered the spell was behind him. He sent a barrage of stunning spells towards them, there was nowhere to run except up, unless of course you had a shield up. He was able to withstand the barrage of spells that were fired his way, but they distracted Regulus and he ended up dropping his invisibility charm, revealing who he was to the Lestrange brother, not that it really mattered. That man was going to be in jail soon, and if Reg still felt threatened then they could always obliviate him, he was also one of the ones Sirius was inclined to go to Azkaban and kill anyway.

Rodolphos raised his eyebrow in surprise, "you're alive? You traitor, what are you doing attacking me, I thought you were on our side!"

Sirius decided he might as well choose this point to reveal himself even if he did not do anything and he dropped his invisibility charm, "well he is not anymore, he is on mine!"

Rodolphos rounded on him and started shooting spell after spell at both of them. Sirius just took the hit and did nothing in return, for which he was sure Regulus was thankful. Objects were thrown and windows and television screens shattered. At one point all three were thrown out of the window to land on the ground below to give them more room. Sirius had made sure that Rodolphos could not apparate away; he was not to cut this party short. Sirius was suitably impressed with how well Regulus was fighting and decided he could take him with him again, especially as they all went as smoothly as this. Although Sirius had not stepped in yet and Rodolphos was visibly confused as to why as two against one would get the job done much quicker, he knew that he would if pressed, and seemed to have resigned himself to the fact that he'd been caught.

The two men seemed evenly matched at first but soon enough Regulus' shield was holding out better than Rodolphos' one was. The man knew it was going to fail any moment and he did not want to be beaten around before restrained and forced to confess. Eventually he threw up his hands in surrender, "alright, you've caught me!" it did not come as a great surprise, while the Lestrange brothers were not the brightest bananas in the bunch; they were not complete dunces either. They knew a lost battle when they were on the receiving end of one, and if surrender would spare them an unnecessary beating then why not do so? When the battle is lost anyway, fighting it out to the end was just a waste of everybody's time, it was nice of him to be so considerate.

Regulus, who had been unprepared for such an event, looked to his brother for instruction, which Sirius gladly gave. "Stun him," he ordered, and Regulus did so which made the man stagger back and fall to the ground. "Now petrify him," Sirius said and watched as Regulus finally managed to complete the spell he had not been able to before. "Now tie him up," Sirius finished, "while I go and get his brother and do the same thing." He levitated himself up to the window they had all been thrown out of and grabbed Rabastan, by the time he had tied him up and brought him down to join the others he saw that Regulus had done the same to the other brother. "Now," Sirius grinned, "it is time for the interrogation."

He forced them to drink Veritaserum and waited a few moments so he could be assured it took full effect. The questions asked and the answers given were nothing Sirius had not used and heard before. Were they under the imperious curse when they took the dark mark and did Voldemort's bidding? Did they fully understand what Voldemort wanted and did they share and support all his views, aka, were they evil? Sirius asked them what they knew about Horcruxes but they did not know what he was talking about. All the answers they gave were fully incriminating just as Sirius knew they would be and he was suitably happy with the results and that they were going to be locked up like they should have been.

Regulus watched in amazement as he drew the memories of the questioning out of their minds and into the penseive he had brewed, the thin silver lines falling from his fingertips. "Can you leave me out of it?" He asked, "I don't want anyone to know about me yet."

Sirius sighed at this but nodded, "I am only recording the interrogation, I didn't mention you so nobody will know about you."

"How do you know this is the memory you want."

"Well it is the latest memory they have, so now that they are unconscious and cannot override it with any other thoughts, by default it will be the one I want."

"Umm, what do memories feel like? I mean I have only put memories into pensieve with my wand before whereas you are doing it with your fingers..."

Sirius beckoned him over with a jerk of his head, "come over here and feel them. I won't lose contact with them, just stroke them."

Regulus did as he was told, "it feels like silk, like silk would be if it was a liquid anyway," he muttered aloud, "and they're warm, why are they warm?"

Sirius shrugged, "37 Celsius I think," he said as an answer, before corking the bottle once he deemed he had enough from each brother. "Right, Lucius was on Fudge's desk, the Notts were outside headquarters and this pair will be in the main meeting hall which always has people walking through it, getting more and more viewers with each death eater. Let's head out, time to show this pair and the memory to the ministry."

Each Black brother held a Lestrange one in a fireman's hold over their shoulder, limp bodies also under an invisibility charm. Sirius knew that in a place so fuelled with magic and surrounded by magical personnel so powerful, it would not last long. Again he could see his brother's outline and the outline of the man he was carrying, and even though they were also under a notice me not charm Sirius worried his bottom lip, dissatisfied. In Lestrange manor it was ok, but in a place such as this, surrounded by the people they were surrounded by, it would not do. He waved his hand over the two of them to intensify the spell, the outlines faded until they were truly invisible. His brother looked put out for a moment, clearly not happy about his magic being redone, but he understood why it had to be done.

Too much was at stake here for pride and arrogance to get in the way of their mission, it was imperative they were not seen. While the sibling rivalry embedded in almost every family out there remained, Regulus understood how powerful Sirius was and had accepted it was something he could only dream about, he was Merlin's heir after all. He had tried to unlock his core several times, tried to meditate, he wanted to help his brother because the man he had turned into and what he was doing was noble and, a word a classmate of his, Creevy if he remembered correctly liked to use: awesome. Yes, his brother was awesome. Wicked. Cool. Awe inspiring. Amazing. And every other word youths used nowadays to describe what they liked and admired that his parents would sneer at had they still been alive to hear them.

Sirius did not know how long or how effective his spell would be on another as it was his magic that was being pumped into the invisibility charm on himself, but Regulus was serving as the reservoir for the spell on him and Rodolphos. They would have to move quickly, but at least they had their location and blue prints sorted. This time Sirius was going to step up the game and do things a little differently, there was more risk, sure, but that was why he was a marauder, he lived for the risk, it gave him a thrill. The simple presence of his brother and the competence Regulus had shown when fighting Rodolphos mere minutes ago upped his confidence. He was going to set off the penseive player whilst being surrounded by ministry officials, and would stay for a few second to actually watch the shock this time.

He wanted watch the other death eaters see their allies stunned and strung there, their capture blindingly obvious and graphic before them. He wanted to see the fear intensify in their eyes, he wanted to see them look over their shoulders, expecting to see him right there behind them ready to grab them and do the same thing, get them to confess and get them to be locked up in Azkaban. He wanted them to no longer doubt, he wanted them to see that he was a threat; he wanted more plots for assassination simply because it was proof of how scared of him they all were. He wanted them to know that he was going to eventually get round to them and he was going to beat them, and he was going to make it look embarrassingly easy. He wanted them to know he was going to fire at them so they were stripped down to nothing and disgrace them.

Most of all, he wanted Fudge to see this, he wanted to see his face and the faces of those who followed him blindly, who were following him in tracking down Sirius Black. He wanted to see those innocent sheep who trusted him and obeyed him because he was such a good minister be thrown into undertainty. He wanted them to look from what was playing above them to turning calculating eyes on the minister while he stood there floundering like he did outside Sirius' cell when he asked for the paper so he could do that crossword. He was so much better than the minister, had become an animagus at the age of fourteen, then when he had been arrested it just got better. He had kept his cool in jail, kept a 'level head,' had said so using those words.

Even when he had dementors pulling at his memories, sucking at his soul, he had kept his smile. He had kept his hope and his dreams and nothing could ever steal them away. He had kept his witty remarks and his Griffindor courage even when he was reduced to a shadow of a man, wasted away to little more than his poor malnourished Godson when he reached him. He had kept his smile even through the torture Gate Master put him through and had left him floundering, lost, when they had finally come face to face. The desire to tell him he was going to escape right then and there had been great, because the minister would probably not believe him, would laugh it off as crazed talk, and it would be the cherry on top when a month or so later he kept his word.

However on the off chance he would be held to his word he had resisted, the lack of security was something he was relying on. The minister after all was not a complete idiot and he would not be put at ease at his words being assured that he was crazy to be spouting such rubbish. One look at his eyes still shining with life would assure the slowest of wizards that this was a man who was anything but crazy, who was anything but desperate and losing his faith. Simply keeping himself must have been a punch to the gut for the minister anyway. He proved that his inpenetratable prison was not so secure. He was in solitary in one of the most heavily guarded cells, starved, abused, locked in a place designed to make him lose him mind and it did nothing but improve him.

Because of his stay in Azkaban he was not hardened to the world, and that bitterness and anger allowed him to unlock his core in his desperation for this revolution. Death eaters were in the ministry and the minister was rubbish, it had to be changed. Now he was so much more than a wizard, he was a warlock like no other; he had powers many could only dream of. He was well on his way to becoming a legend and he knew it and felt no shame in letting that get to his head. Sirius wanted those calculative gazes on the minister he hated as he stammered for an explanation that would not be brought anyway. Ironically it would only be the death eaters who would be willing to stand up for him as he lost the support of his followers especially as they learnt this was not the first display he had been shown.

He felt Regulus stiffen beside him as somebody brushed mere centimetres by him and he grabbed his hand in reassurance. They can't see you Reg, everything's going to be fine, everything is going smoothly, exactly to plan. But he could not say this out loud, just in case, it was best to be silent until they were sure nobody was nearby and there were no sensors of any sort in the immediate vicinity. Eventually they were in the meeting hall, there were easily on hundred people there, including Avery and the minister, he would have loved to creep up behind Fudge and tap him on the shoulder just to go boo, but again, although he would probably find a way to get away with it, he resisted. He consoled himself with the thoughts that in a few moments he will have been disgraced and be left floundering for followers.

He cast a glance at Regulus, the invisibility charm was fading, he grabbed him and pulled him into an alcove. He dumped Rabastan on the floor at their feet and Reg followed suit with Rodolphos, nursing his shoulder which made Sirius wonder why he hadn't just used a feather-light charm. He drew something small and silken out of his robe pocket which caught Regulus' eye. "Is that... a miniature invisibility cloak?" Reg whispered to him. Sirius sent his brother a withering look, even if he could not see it and tapped it so it returned to its original size. While Regulus fixed it around his shoulders Sirius cast a feather light charm on Rodolphos and picked up both Lestrange brothers in his arms, there were only a couple more metres to cover after all. They found a secluded corner of the hall to finish the last stage of the plan.

Sirius threw both brothers into the air and followed them with his eyes until they were both in the starfish position near the ceiling. He had to make sure not to break eye contact, he may be powerful but standard rules about spells such as this still applied, especially wand-less magic. He reached into his pocket and drew out of pensieve and uncorked it. With one wave of his hand the invisibility charm on the Lestrange brothers was dropped and with another jerk of his wrist the memory shot into the sky with a bang to alert all bystanders and the drama was underway. He barely contained a laugh as the Minister almost fainted that it was happening again, and in front of so many people, and everyone in the room gasped at what they were seeing.

That's right, he thought with a sneer, what do you think of you precious minister now? The calculating glances were everything he could have hoped for although he realised with some disappointment that Arthur Weasley was once more not among the number of viewers, but that could not be helped. It was easy to see which of the bystanders were death eaters, or else hopelessly loyal, and which ones were innocent staff. The minister started shouting orders 'get that outrageous display down now!' This was a task Sirius made sure the ones ordered to carry it out failed at, he had to let the memory finish at least, although it was really not very long, Lucius, the first captive of his was actually the longest now he thought about it.

"Sirius Black must be nearby, find him and apprehend him!" Amusingly, very few people jumped at the task of shooting revealing spells all around the room. Regulus jumped under the invisibility cloak and Sirius cast a shield around the two of them before joining him. The cloak was hard pressed to cover both of them but they squeezed together and crouched down low so it did the job, enlargement spells did not work on such valuable, magical items, just like one cannot transfigure them. The room was in uproar, people shouting at the minister, the minister shouting at everyone else, the death eater shouting at each other in their nervousness, the innocents shouting at the death eaters to watch where they fired such spells with no hesitation. The Black brothers did not need to stifle their giggles as they watched the show.

"This is it," Regulus laughed as they room fell apart before him, "you must take me with you every time from now on." Sirius nodded, he would never have done this without somebody by his side, and he would not have enjoyed it half as much, some things were just better with another. It was like watching a film, it didn't matter whether you had seen it before, or whether you had both seen it before, or if it was a film one of you didn't like, or would not usually pick out, for some reason you end up enjoying your evening. James had had to sit through many superhero marathons in his time, smallville, batman, spiderman, ironman, justice league, there were a lot of men he remembered, another smile is brought to his face at the memory.

He'd had to sit through it too, because sometimes James point blank refused to sit through it even if it was to win Lily. But it all seemed like variations of the same thing, defending the weak and saving the romantic interest, but with Lily sitting by his side quoting parts and smiling right before the dramatic fights it became rather enjoyable. He could still remember the experience now after all and James had dressed up as Superman to win the girl of his dreams... his Louis Lane. As long as it was remembered he was not a superhero, he was not here to defend the innocent, except one, although he would allow no innocents to be sacrificed in his revolution. He was here to serve Just Desserts, to clear his name, to create a better future for his Godson/son Harry, to do what the minister should have done years ago.