A/N: I do not own Harry Potter & Co. or The Boondock Saints.

A/N 2: I don't know how long this will be, but the first chapter will take you from Voldemort's downfall up to the end of year 7.

Chapter 2: It's Never Easy

November 12th, 1998

King's College, London, UK

He looked up when there was a knock on his door and a voice said "Professor Black, I'm Kevin MacManus. We have a 9am appointment."

Sirius was speechless. Standing before him was a handsome young man approximately 5'10 or 5'11 with raven black hair that was cut short and stood up in all directions. His eyes were a brilliant green and shone with intelligence. If it wasn't for the eyes, Sirius would swear that James Potter had come back to life. As it stood, this was perhaps an even better outcome. Against all odds, either his godson or his identical twin had just walked into his office.

Kevin was a little concerned by the professor's silence. "Professor Black are you ok? I can come back if you want."

Shaking himself mentally, Sirius said quickly "No that's ok; I was just lost in thought there for a second. Please take a seat."

"Thanks professor." There was something about this professor that was familiar but he couldn't place it. He had probably just seen him on the campus at some point.

Forcing himself to stay calm and avoid any personal topics Sirius asked "I don't normally meet with First years. What can I do for you?" It was taking everything he had to control himself but he had a name now. As soon as Kevin was gone, he would send the information to the private investigator he used to get background on Kevin's past. He would only approach him if his past fit the timeline of Harry's disappearance.

Kevin felt that there was something off about this professor but he answered anyway "I want to take your Analysis of Modern Historical Trends class but since I'm a First year I was told I needed your permission."

Sirius wanted to scream in excitement. If this really was Harry, it would be the perfect chance to get to know him. Still, he would have to be discreet; the Order was still looking for Harry. He would not let them take him anywhere against his will. Clearly, if he was attending a muggle university he had chosen not to live in the wizarding world.

"Professor?" Kevin asked when Sirius stared off into space again.

Sirius forced himself to focus. "Yes sorry about that. Do you have your transcripts?"

Kevin unzipped his backpack and pulled out a copy of his high school transcripts and test scores. He handed them over silently to Sirius for his review.

Sirius looked over the papers and felt a warm glow. From Kevin's transcripts, he could tell he was smart just like James and Lily. God, he wanted to just come out and ask if he was adopted but it would probably scare him off. "Well, I don't see any problems but are you sure you up to taking a course at this level?"

"Oh yeah, I've always loved history." Kevin nodded enthusiastically.

Sirius smiled at the young man and asked "I don't recognize your accent, it doesn't sound very American. Where are you from?"

Kevin answered absently "My family lived in Dublin before moving to Boston. So I can register for the class?" As soon as he answered he couldn't help but notice the newspaper on the desk with the cover story talking about the Saints of South Boston.

"I need to get the Department Head's approval but I don't see any problems. Why don't you come back next week and I can give you the final answer." Sirius suggested.

Kevin stood from his seat and shook Sirius' hand before leaving. "Thanks Professor, I will see you next week." Once he was outside the office, he started to get a little nervous. On the surface Professor Black had seemed friendly enough but there was something off about him. Maybe he should talk to Connor about it and have someone find out his story.

Meanwhile back in the office, Sirius was trying to contain his excitement by convincing himself that Kevin MacManus wasn't his godson. But try as he might, he couldn't make himself believe it. He looked so much like James and his eyes; Lily was the only other person he knew that had such intense green eyes. Looks aside, he was from Dublin and had then left for the states which would explain why Sirius had never been able to find him. Perhaps now, with this information, the investigator he had used in the past would be able to dig something up.

He waited until he was sure that Kevin had left the office before he picked up the phone. His fingers tapped out the phone number quickly. Soon enough, the phone at the other end was picked up and he heard a familiar voice say "James Perry speaking."

Speaking quietly, so his voice wouldn't carry through the door Sirius said "Jimmy, it's Sirius Black."

"Black, been a while, what can I do for you? Did you ever find that godson of yours?" It had been close to year since he had heard from Sirius. He figured the man gave up hope of finding his godson when they ran out of leads. Not that Jimmy had any real confidence of finding the kid to begin with; there just wasn't enough to go on for something that had happened so long ago.

"Yeah, Jimmy I need you to follow up on a lead for me."

Jimmy was curious; the excitement was obvious in Sirius' voice even if he was trying to hide it. "Sure, what do you need me to do?"

"I have a name for you, Kevin MacManus. He is originally from Dublin but left for the states with his family."

"I'll see what I kind find. It will be my usual fees plus expenses." Jimmy said.

Sirius asked "How much time do you think you'll need?"

"Give me a week and we will see what I can dig up. I will call you with anything I find."

"Thanks, you don't know what this means to me."

"After all this time, I think I know exactly what finding your godson would mean to you. Hopefully this pans out." Jimmy finished and hung up the phone.

Sirius hung up as well and sat in his office just thinking about the events of the morning. He had spent years looking for Harry and now he had just walked in on his own. God, he wanted to say something so badly, but he needed to be sure. Now that Jimmy had a name and a city to focus on, Sirius was sure they would get some information. All he needed to do was get information on Kevin's adoption, if it was done quickly, the date should be close to the date that bastard Dursley abandoned Harry.

Kensington, London, UK

On his way back to the apartment, Kevin kept running over the meeting with the professor. The more he thought about it, the more it struck him as odd. There was just something off about Professor Black. He would definitely need to talk to Connor about what to do.

Sitting on the tube, Kevin contemplated his life. Lately he had been finding himself relying on Connor's advice more often. It wasn't that he loved Murphy any less, but he was the fun brother. Connor was the protector for lack of a better word. When their mom had died, Connor stepped into her role and made sure that Kevin always had whatever he needed. At first Kevin resented him for it, but as he got older he realized it was Connor's way of coping and keeping their family together.

Maybe this thing with Professor Black was nothing. There lives were crazy enough without some college professor looking into their pasts. Kevin stood and held onto a metal pole while the tube came to a halt. The doors slid open and Kevin along with a few others stepped out and proceeded up the stairs to exit the station.

A few minutes later, Kevin was nearing their flat. On impulse he went to a small grocery store on the corner to pick up some beer and frozen pizza. There was never much in the way of food in their flat other than cereal and breakfast food. Takeout was the most common lunch or dinner for the three brothers.

Carrying his meal in a brown paper bag, Kevin made his way back to the flat and went inside. Murphy would be at work, but Connor should be home. He had called in sick.

Connor's voice called out from the living room "Kev, that you?" A hacking cough followed the question.

"Yeah it's me." Kevin yelled back from the kitchen. He wasn't that hungry yet so he put the pizza in the freezer but he grabbed a beer before putting the rest away. After popping the top of the bottle, he went into the living room and sat down on the easy chair.

He looked closely at his older brother. Connor was pale, there were bags under his eyes, and his nose was red. "You really look like shit you know that right?" Kevin said brightly.

If he had been feeling better, Connor would have glared at him. As it was, he just said in a raspy voice "Fuck you Kev." Connor closed his eyes and tried to get more comfortable on the couch. "How did your meeting with that history professor go?"

"It started off ok, but after I left I started to get a strange feeling about the guy."

"What do you mean? Do you think he suspects who you are?"

"No, not really. It just seemed more personal than that. He only asked me a couple of questions about where I was from and the like, but there was this intensity behind the questions. It was like he was hoping I would give him certain answers and for the life of my I don't know why. As far as I know, I've never met the man."

Connor sat up, his face serious he said "So, what's your take on the guy?"

Kevin rubbed his eyes tiredly before taking another swallow of beer "I don't know. The conversation wasn't long enough to get anything out him. Beyond the basic biography provided by the university I know nothing about the man. For all I know he could be my father." That last was said with a laugh.

Even though he knew Kevin was joking at the end, Connor always got fiercely protective of Kevin when he mentioned his birth parents. "Even if he was your father, you will always be a MacManus." He said with a quiet intensity.

"Hey I know but it doesn't stop me from wondering who they were occasionally though. So what should we do about this professor?"

"I think we need to find out more about him. I'll call Preacher later today to see what he can find out. When are you meeting him again?"

"Next week, so we have some time." Kevin said.

Both men were quiet. The TV was showing the news while Connor looked like he was resting again. Kevin was slowly finishing his beer.

Suddenly Connor said "You know, I think I found our next assignment."

"Really?" All traces of worry or brooding lost from his voice.

Connor reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the newspaper. "Take a look at this." Connor handed Kevin the newspaper with an article and picture circled in black ink.

The all too familiar aura coming from the picture and article cemented it in Kevin's mind. This was their next assignment from Uriel. It only took him a moment to skim the contents of the article and get a read on the guy. "Fuck, this one is going to take some serious planning. I've seen stories about this guy on the news, his home is like a fortress and he rarely leaves it."

"I know we are probably going to need more than our standard side arms. It's going to be showy but the police will probably stay away not wanting to get involved."

Tossing the paper back onto the coffee table, Kevin said "It looks like we have to talk to Preacher about more than just my professor."

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office going over the latest reports from the Order. Voldemort had been strangely quiet these last couple of weeks. Albus could only think that he was planning something big. Hopefully Moody or Snape would come up with something. To make matters worse, there had still been no leads on Harry's location and Black's continued refusal to come back was frustrating as well.

The fire in his fireplace flared and changed to a glowing green color. Seconds later, Remus Lupin's head appeared in from the fire. "Albus, I have news for you."

Straightening in his chair, Albus looked at the werewolf with interest "Is it regarding Harry? Do you have a new lead?"

"Yes I do. The listening charm I placed in the office of that detective that Sirius uses finally paid off."

"What did you learn?" Urgency and excitement were warring for dominance in Dumbledore's voice.

"Not that much yet. Sirius asked the man to look into Kevin MacManus. I'm going to do some digging on my own, but the detective said he would have something for Sirius by next week."

"Good work Remus, do whatever you need to follow up on this Kevin MacManus. If he is Harry, we will need to bring him to Hogwarts for his own safety."

Remus frowned, Sirius' accusations and questions ringing in his ears. "Albus, what if he doesn't want to come back? What if he is happy where he is?"

Albus frowned slightly. "Nonsense, why would he not want to rejoin the wizarding world? It is his birthright after all. More importantly, the wizarding world needs him, they need their savior."

"But what if he doesn't? We would be no different than Voldemort if we force him into a role he wants nothing to do with."

"Remus, you know of the prophecy. Harry is the only one who can defeat Voldemort, he has to come back. In the end, his wishes are irrelevant, he must save our world." Albus finished fervently.

Remus just shook his head. "I don't disagree with you regarding Harry's importance and god knows I want him back for personal reasons too. Still, I don't think he is going to be willing to fight against Voldemort for us if we take him against his will."

"Then he will be made to see reason. He is too important to our future to allow any possibility of failure in this."

Remus sighed; he would not convince Albus to act any differently. He only hoped that Harry would understand their needs and justifications. "I'll let you know what I find out." Even as he disappeared from the fire, he said a silent prayer asking for forgiveness from his friends. He knew he was betraying them by helping Albus but the man had been the first to see beyond the fact that he was a werewolf. After all the man had done for him, he found it virtually impossible to go against him, even if it meant betraying his friends and family.

Malfoy Manor, UK

Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy were drinking fire whiskey in the den. Surprisingly the topic was not about either Voldemort or Dumbledore, at least not directly.

"How much longer can you stay afloat Lucius? I know Voldemort has been bleeding you dry to fund his war." Snape asked his typical sneer in place.

Lucius grimaced and swallowed the remainder of his fire whiskey before pouring another glass. "I can last long enough, it would be easier if Narcissa was still getting her stipend from the Black family vault but that traitor cut her off."

"Black" Snape spat. "Why do you just kill him and then Draco will inherit everything."

"Don't think I haven't thought about it, but Dumbledore would no doubt step in." Lucius said.

Snape stared at the blond man incredulously. "Haven't you been paying attention to anything these last 5 years? Black left the wizarding world and abandoned Dumbledore's cause. The man may be upset at his death, but he would never know in time to stop anything."

Lucius realized he had not been paying attention to anything outside of the Ministry for quite some time. He had lost touch with much of what has been going on the wizarding world. A cruel smile spread across his face "Well, that changes the landscape a bit doesn't it? Do you know where he lives?"

Snape's smile was equally cruel. He was remembering all the times that he had been tormented by Black and Potter. Now he could get his revenge on Black. "His home is warded. I don't think you could reach him there, but he works at a muggle university."

A look of distaste blossomed on both their faces at the thought of working with muggles or interacting with them on a daily basis. "That's just perfect then isn't it? His absence won't even be noticed until it is too late. Plus if the traitor is living and working with muggles, he doesn't deserve the Black fortune to begin with."

November 15th, 1998

Soho, London, UK

Murphy and Kevin were meeting Preacher today. Connor was still sick so he had asked Murphy to go with Kevin to the meet. Even though they had worked with the man before, they did not really trust him to keep their secrets or take advantage of any perceived weaknesses. Therefore, the brothers never met with him singly; there were always at least two of them at every meeting.

Not for the first time that evening, Murphy was shaking his head at the security precautions they had to follow every time they met with Preacher. Each time it was at a different apartment. Tonight they were in Soho at a rather expensive looking loft. A look at his watch told him it was time. "Come on Kev, let's go."

Kevin followed Murphy without saying a word. He watched as his brother knocked on the heavy metal door. A few seconds later, the door opened and they were greeted by the familiar features of Preacher, those they could discern anyway. As always, the apartment was dimly lit and Preacher was dressed in baggy non-descript black clothing that totally masked his build. He wore a cap pulled low over his forehead and shaded glasses which hid the color of his eyes.

Never one to waste time on idle chit chat, Preacher said "I must say you boys never cease to entertain me. Sirius Black is one of the more interesting people I've had to dig up dirt on in a while and I will say, this time it was a real eye-opener." He motioned Kevin and Murphy to the small table that was sitting in the center of the room. An open whiskey bottle and three shot glasses were the only things on the table.

Kevin and Murphy sat down. Kevin spoke up first. "Who is he?" Then realizing what he was setting himself up for he quickly added "Beyond the fact that he is a history professor for the University of London."

"Sirius Black is a member of an old family that has lived in London for years. He is the last living direct heir other than cousins and such. He has been living in London for close to 5 years before that he was in prison for 13 years for the murder of 14 or 15 people but apparently, he was never given a trial and was later proven innocent." Preacher recited in a professional tone.

Murphy was disgusted "How could they throw someone in prison without a trial? The system may suck but it isn't that bad."

Preacher continued on "What I'm going to say next is going to sound crazy but I assure it is 100 true. I may have no loyalty to anyone, but I always deliver quality information. What I am about to tell is not widely known, but there is a world that exists alongside our own. It is a world where magic exists and things like dragons and unicorns are not just fairy tales."

Kevin scoffed "Bullshit, there's no way they could keep something like that a secret. Fuck spy satellites would pick them up from the air if nothing else."

"I don't know how they do it, but my contact showed my one of their shopping areas here in London. It is called Diagon Alley. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen. Grown men and woman dressed in robes and looking like they were just pulled out of the 1800s. They don't use electricity, no cars, no real industrialization; they depend on magic for everything. If that is how they live with magic, they can keep it. Well, anyway Black is a wizard and their government while technically a department of ours is still mostly independent. They have their own jails and justice system. The wizards were the ones to throw him in jail without a trial and that violated most of their own laws too. When he was finally let out, he left the wizarding world and came here because he had suffered too much at the hands of wizards."

"Were you able to find any reason why he might be interested in me?" Kevin asked.

"No, there didn't seem to be any connection between the two of you. As far as my contacts could find, there have never been any witches or wizards in the MacManus family. It may just have been coincidence but I try to avoid believing that as much as possible." The brothers never told Preacher that Kevin was adopted. It wasn't hidden and Preacher could certainly find out if he looked but it provided another layer of protection.

"As do we." Murphy agreed.

"You'll let us know if you find something else." Kevin said more as a statement than a question.

Preacher just nodded his head in agreement. Together, the three men rose and Preacher watched while Kevin and Murphy left. After the door closed, he went over and pulled out another file. It contained detailed information on the search for the wizarding world's savior, Harry Potter. Reading it, Preacher couldn't help but shake his head; it was ridiculous to expect a child to save them from their version of the anti-Christ. Still, the description of the boy, messy black hair and startling green eyes reminded him somewhat of Kevin MacManus. Wouldn't that be something, the savior of the wizarding world taking on the criminal world with his brothers? Anyone else would have dismissed the notion for its sheer impossibility but Preacher never left potential business opportunities go unexplored. Perhaps it was time to learn a little more about the MacManus brothers and Kevin in particular.

November 17th, 1998

King's College, London, UK

Sirius was pacing in his office. It had been nearly a week since he had talked to Jimmy. Now tomorrow was his appointment with Kevin. He was trying to decide how he should approach Kevin. It was going to come as a shock. As much as he wanted to ease into a relationship with Kevin, he didn't think one built on lies would end well. It was going to be up to Kevin whether he wanted to pursue anything, Sirius could only hope for the best. Of course, all this was dependent on Jimmy finding something relevant. The last thing Sirius wanted to do was disrupt Kevin's life if he wasn't Harry.

In an effort to distract himself, he sat down at his desk again and pulled out a stack of essays that hadn't been graded yet. He was halfway through the stack when the phone rang. A cup of cold coffee was knocked onto the floor in his rush to grab the phone.

"Hello?" Sirius answered.

"Sirius, it's Jimmy. I have that information you were looking for."

His heart pounding, Sirius urged "Well, don't keep me waiting."

Jimmy laughed softly before going on "Kevin MacManus was found abandoned in an alley in Dublin by Annabelle MacManus on November 1st and adopted on November 2nd. Less than a year later, the family moved to the states. They lived in Boston, but she died a couple of years ago from lung cancer. I have more information; I am messengering it over to your office. You should have it soon."

Sirius couldn't contain his gratitude and was thanking Jimmy profusely. "I'll call you if I need anything else Jimmy."

"If you head over to the states to find him, let me know. I've spent too long on this case to not find out what happens."

"Sure thing, and thanks again." Sirius hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. His mind was racing; all his nervousness that he had pushed away came roaring back. It still wasn't a certainty but how many babies would be abandoned in an alley in Dublin on the same day. Even in a city the size of London it was not a common occurrence.

The messenger still had not shown up by the time Sirius had to leave to teach a class. His students noticed that he was distracted and not as lively as he usually was during lecture. After class was over, he spent a few minutes answering questions before hurrying back to his office. The department secretary handed him a package as he walked by her desk on his way to his office. A quick glance told him it was from Jimmy.

By the time he reached the office, his hands were shaking. He had to take a few deep breaths to calm down enough to get the key into the lock. Once inside, he locked the door again; he didn't want to be disturbed while he went over whatever information Jimmy had found. Nervously, he opened the envelope and pulled out a sheath of papers and began to read about the life of Kevin MacManus.

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

Albus was just returning from the great hall following dinner when he heard someone running towards him. Turning his head, he saw Remus Lupin racing towards him. "Albus…" Remus had to stop there and catch his breath; he was bent over with his hands resting on his knees as he sucked in air.

"Why don't we take this to my office? That way we won't be disturbed or overheard." Albus suggested.

He waited a moment for Remus to catch his breath before leading the way back to his office. The gargoyle spun aside after hearing the password from Albus. Together, the climbed the stairs to the Headmaster's office. Once both men had taken a seat, Albus asked "Now what brings you hear in such a hurry."

"We may have found Harry." Remus said urgently.

Albus leaned forward over the desk, hope shining in his eyes as he urged "Tell me everything."

"That detective that works for Sirius found something. Kevin MacManus was found abandoned in a Dublin alley on November 2nd, 1981. The family moved to Boston shortly after he was adopted."

"Where is he now?"

"Presumably still in Boston or the United States at least. He didn't have anything else to share with Sirius over the phone. He sent Sirius more information but they didn't discuss it over the phone." Remus finished.

"We must send a team to Boston to see if they can find any trace of Harry. Is it worth approaching Sirius again?" Dumbledore asked.

Remus just shook his head sadly. "No, I don't think he will ever forgive us or help us in any way. But I would like to be part of the team that goes to Boston."

Dumbledore paused in thought, considering who would be best to send. An Auror would be helpful, they wouldn't have any authority to act in the United States but their investigative skills may come in handy. "Of course, take Sturgis Podmore and Kingsley Shacklebolt with you. Keep me informed of anything you find."

"Ok, I will contact them immediately." Remus stood and moved over to Albus' fireplace to use the floo.

Before Remus could leave Albus said "I don't need to remind you of how important this is Remus. Please do everything in your power to bring Harry back."

Kensington, London, UK

Connor and Kevin were sitting watching TV. Murphy had left earlier for a date with a girl he met the other night. They had already gone over the information from Preacher with Connor so there was really no reason for him to stay in tonight. Kevin would have gone out but he felt bad that Connor had been stuck inside for close to a week now with nothing else to do.

Connor was feeling better but it would probably be another couple of days before he was up to full strength again. Blueprints and schematics were scattered on the kitchen and coffee tables. The trio had been planning out their attack on the next target even though Connor wasn't up for it yet. As soon as he was healthy again, they would be ready to go.

"So what are you going to do about this professor tomorrow?" Connor asked, not turning his head away from the TV.

Kevin was silent waiting for a commercial break before answering. "It doesn't seem like there is a downside to me going to the meeting. I did reschedule it for later in the day though so there would be fewer people around if something goes down."

"Mmm…that's not a bad idea, you should be careful though. Who knows what he can do with magic." Connor said. All three of them were still having a hard time believing that magic was real. Of course, it would have been even harder were they not serving an archangel. Most people would say they were crazy for believing such a thing. Compared to that, the wizarding world wasn't that great of a stretch of the imagination.

"Oh I will. I'm going armed this time. I doubt magic will stop a bullet."

That got Connor's attention. Usually Murphy was the aggressive one while he and Kevin preferred the cautious approach. "Are you sure that's necessary?"

Kevin just shrugged. "If he really has somehow connected me with the Saints then he needs to be taken care of. But I won't do anything unless absolutely necessary."

Connor dropped it. He would just have to trust in Kevin's judgment. "Are there any cute girls that have caught your eye?"

"There were a couple of girls that I would consider attractive, yes." Kevin answered evasively.

Connor turned his head to look at Kevin. Smirking he asked "Are you going to show them how you earned you nickname back in Boston?"

Kevin looked horrified. How had Connor found out about that? Murphy was the only one who knew and he swore he would never tell. "Fuck, I'm going to kill Murphy. He swore he would never tell you about that."

Connor was openly grinning now. "Oh it wasn't Murph that told me. It was one your conquests."

Kevin's blush had spread up his neck and across his entire face. "Please just kill me now."

"Apparently Mary McDonnell had quite a thing for us MacManus men. You didn't remember that we dated briefly did you?"

"Oh my god, I got your sloppy seconds?" His face a little green now which clashed horribly with the fading blush.

"Hey I never said I needed the details from you just that you still owed them to me. So is there any Mary's that I can look forward to seeing?"

"Why are you so interested? It's not like you've fu…had sex with any women since we got over here." Kevin corrected himself midway through his sentence. Connor might be blasé about sex and wasn't against casual sex but he preferred that they not make it too crass by calling it fucking.

For a moment, Connor gave Kevin a penetrating gaze before answering "Frankly Kev, you are too tense. Getting laid would loosen you up some."

Pouting Kevin said "Yeah well, I'll see what I can do about that for you."

November 18th, 1998

King's College, London, UK

It was nearly 5pm by the time Kevin reached Professor Black's office. Normally, the professors left by 5pm and the department offices closed but Black had said it was ok to meet at that time. Before he left the apartment for his meeting, he had strapped on a shoulder holster for his gun. Slipping the Berretta into place after he attached the silencer and then he pulled on his heavy navy pea coat. Luckily it was cool out so no one would look twice at him. Normally, he would have taken the tube to the University campus but given the fact that he was armed, he and Connor both felt a cab would be a better option.

The building housing the history department was largely empty by the time that Kevin arrived. It was ten minutes to 5pm; he arrived early to get in before the doors locked. The doors to the history department were still open but the secretary was missing. This struck Kevin as a little odd. He had just walked passed her desk when he saw her collapsed on the floor. Kneeling by her side, he saw she was already dead, but he couldn't find any reason for it. Her eyes were open in fact she looked like she was at peace other than the look of surprise on her face.

The sound of glass shattering caught his attention. Standing up, he reached into his coat and pulled out his Berretta, flicking the safety off as he pulled the pistol out. Slowly he made his way forward. Before he could take more than a few steps Professor Black came barreling around the corner, something in his hand that looked like a stick. He yelled something that Kevin couldn't understand and beam of blue light shot out of the stick back the way he had come. A small explosion filled the hallway with dust and smoke.

Unfortunately, since he was looking backwards, Sirius barreled right into Kevin knocking them both down to the floor. Kevin said "Get the fuck off me!" as he pushed up and rolled out from underneath Sirius.

He had just gotten to his knees when two more men came running towards them through the dust and smoke. Both men were dressed in black robes with white masks that were reminiscent of the Ku Klux Klan to Kevin. It wasn't their outfits that surprised him though. Both men were surrounded by the same light that always marked criminals as targets for retribution.

The man in the lead slowed to a halt when he saw Sirius on the ground. He barely spared a glance at Kevin before saying "Maybe I should let this muggle live. What do you think Black? After all he's made this much easier."

Sirius couldn't say anything. He couldn't believe it; he had just found his godson after 5 years of searching and now they were both going to die. He changed his position so he was now kneeling on the floor, ready to dodge but not expecting to survive. If he was lucky, he could distract them long enough for Kevin to escape. Whispering a silent apology to James and Lily, he waited for the spell to end his life.

Kevin took advantage of their focus. Moving too quickly for either of the masked men to react. He raised his Berretta and fired two shots. Each shot coming out as a soft whump because of the silencer. The man in front stepped back into the wall from the force of the impact before falling face forward onto the carpet; the two bullets pierced his heart killing him instantly.

The second man swung his stick around and yelled something. Kevin dove out of the way of the sickly green light that slammed into the wall behind his former position. Coming out of the roll, he swung his pistol up again and snapped off a third shot. A pool of blood began to spread out from the man's body.

The man screamed in pain as the bullet tore into his thigh. The bullet shredded muscle and cracked the femur. Unable to support his own weight, the man collapsed against the wall before sinking down to the floor.

Sirius' old instincts finally came out. While Kevin was aiming for another shot, he sent a red beam into the man, causing the masked man to collapse entirely. It didn't look like he was dead, so Kevin calmly aimed and fired another shot into the man's head. Blood and pieces of the man's brain spattered on the floor and wall.

Pulse racing, Kevin turned to Sirius with a bland expression and said "Is there something you want to explain to me?"