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Chapter Four- You Son of A B----
While Harry, Draco, and Neville are at the bank, and Morgan attempts to follow them, Aaron concentrates on investigating the most recent murder. “Reid and Rossi, why don’t you go to morgue and find what the medical examiner autopsy findings. Maybe Nott left something on her body we can use. Blaise and Prentiss, go to the crime scene. Garcia, Fred and George, start digging through the lives of the victims. If there is a link between them, as unlikely as it seems, find it. JJ, you and I will interview the victim’s husband.”
They quickly break into their groups, all going off in different directions.
Penelope and the twins link their computers, allowing each of them to see what the others are doing. Pen attempts to hack into their computers but immediately hits an impenetrable wall. They are as skilled as she is, she will not be able to get any information from their computers that the twins aren’t willing to share with her. Pen takes the two newest victims, while Fred and George investigate the other two. Once they finish, they will all tackle the British victims. With a plan, the trio’s fingers start flying over their keyboards.
Garcia discovers that the newest victim, Emma Harris, was the type woman that changes her hair color often. Pen finds pictures of her with about every hair color possible, including purple and blue. She has her doubts that blonde is Emma’s natural hair color. Hoping for a connection, she checks the Pittsburgh victim. All the photographs of Natalie Jones, she is blonde. Her skin fair enough that blonde was likely her natural color. Pen frowns; she’d been hoping to uncover a link between the victims.
Their efforts only give them only one clue: all the victims, both the American and the British ones, extensively used social media. Their images are plastered all over, seemingly everywhere. Since Nott clearly has a type, it is possible he is using the different social media sites to find his victims. Fred and George both realize it is doubtful that Nott is using social media to find his victims. Nott is a pureblood snob; the likelihood that he would employ muggle technology to find his victims is low, despite the irony.
Yet, neither twin can explain this to Penelope. Regardless of the futility of the task, they cannot leave a single lead uninvestigated. As Fred and George expect, their attempts to locate a single individual that has looked at each of the victim’s media accounts fails. Garcia concludes it is likely he is either using social media he is using different computers and access points or utilizing an entirely different method to find his victims. Nott’s mobility also makes it impractical for them to even narrow down a manageable possible victim pool. Without new information, there is little they can do at this point.
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Rossi and Reid drive to Washington, DC, where the autopsy had been performed. As this is a serial killer case, an expert medical examiner is needed. Thankfully, DC is near Alexandria and a ME was available to do the autopsy.
The two men suit up and meet the ME in the morgue. “Gentleman,” she greets them.
Dave introduces them, pointing to himself then Spencer. “SSA David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid.”
“Alexis King.” Done with the pleasantries, she goes over her findings. “Emma Harris, thirty years old, Caucasian.
“Blonde obviously,” Rossi says, “just like the others.”
“Bottle blonde to be exact. If I am not mistaken freshly done, either our victim just got it done or the perp is a very skilled colorist.”
“Unsurprising, that shade of blonde is seldom natural,” states Spencer. “Eyes green or blue?”
King answers, “Green.”
“Nott definitely has a type,” declares Rossi.
“You’ve already identified the killer?” Alexis asks.
“Yes, Theodore Nott, British citizen. A special investigative team followed him here from England. We have joined forces to apprehend him,” Spencer explains.
“Let’s hope you find him soon. What he did to this poor woman...he needs to be stopped,” King affirms.
Rossi promises, “We have two very skilled teams working on this case. We are doing everything we can to find him.”
King nods, re-focusing her attention on the body on the metal table. “The killer tortured the victim brutally. Her body is covered with burns, cuts, and bruises in various stages of healing. He likely tortured her off and on for about 24 hours.”
Spencer studies the body, “Strange burns, not cigarette or even blow torch. Something very focused, the edges are defined and the skin around the burns is completely unmarred. Any idea how he created the burns?”
The ME shakes her head, “I’ve never seen burns quite like this in all my years as a medical examiner. Crime scene is attempting to find the method but as of yet has not figured it out.”
“Cuts are precise, no hesitation in his strokes. Nott isn’t mutilating the victim either. The cuts are to cause pain, possibly to weaken her as well. The cuts on the fingers must have been extra painful as the skin there is very sensitive. He definitely wants her to drown in pain before he kills her,” says Reid.
Nodding to the untouched skin of the vic’s face, Rossi comments, “Strange that he leaves the face of the victim alone. It is a contradiction. He hates her, wants her to suffer but doesn’t want her identity erased or her beauty destroyed.”
Spencer reviews the cases in his head. “None of the vic’s faces have been marked, no bruises or cuts or burns. Although, the vics with green eyes were tortured with more brutality than those with grey eyes. This one included.”
Dave’s gaze sharpens; he does not believe anyone has taken note of that before. “What do you think it means?”
“I think the eye color is significant. It is possible that there is a specific person he is punishing when he tortures and kills his green-eyed vics.”
Rossi knows where he is going with this. “You think it’s Harry, don’t you?”
Nodding slowly, he admits, “It seems likely, despite the gender of the victim.”
“Nott hates Harry and wants to kill him.”
“Yes,” Spencer answers.
“And the grey-eyed vics are substitutes for Draco.”
“Yes. His feelings for Draco are less clear.”
“Nott has less rage for Draco but still wants to kill him,” hypothesizes Dave. “The question is why does he kill women instead of men if they are surrogates for Draco and Harry?”
Spencer’s expression turns thoughtful; he wonders aloud “What does it say about his motives and his possible sexuality? When he rapes the women is he thinking of Harry or Draco? Or is that just for his own pleasure? Is Nott gay or even bisexual and fighting against his urges? Does he rape the women thinking he is erasing his attraction to men?”
“Good questions. If we discover the answers to them, perhaps it will help us discover his true motives and maybe help us catch him. We should ask the PACU if they have any answers. They know Nott; they may have insights useful for the profile,” states Rossi.
King has remained silent through their ponderings. When the two men finally look at her, she continues, “He also raped her. No semen was found and no traces of spermicide either. No indications that he raped her with a foreign object either.”
Spencer studies the body. “No semen, same as the others. It could indicate he isn’t physically able to ejacalate.”
“The killer broke a couple ribs when he beat her. Ultimately, the cause of death was exsanguinations her throat was slit. Whatever he used was clean and sharp. No hesitation marks, nothing in the wound either. She’d been dead approximately 48 hours before her body was found.”
Dave remarks, “He’s settled confidently into his M.O. Torture, rape, throat slit.”
“Her husband has already identified her. Their daughter just turned two,” King says sadly.
“Always mothers. Does he hate mothers?” asks Rossi.
Spencer replies, “His mother died in childbirth and his father was abusive.”
Following Reid’s thought, Dave proposes, “His father was abusive, but he could possibly blame his mother for leaving him and failing to protect him. What if his father blamed Theo for his mother’s death? It could have made Nott hate his mother even more for leaving him to be raised by a cruel, hateful man. It would not be the first time an abused child blames a dead caregiver, nor the first time a father blamed a child for the death of the mother.”
Once the ME has finished, she gives them her report. Their insights might shed a little light on Nott’s motives.
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Blaise and Prentiss drive to Alexandria to the popular park their vic, Emma Harris, was found in. The local police are guarding the scene. The pair approaches the officers, Emily flash her badge. “SSA Emily Prentiss, what can you tell us?” she asks the two young, officers, one Hispanic, one Black.
“Officer Emilio Rodriguez and Officer Sam Williams,” Emilio introduces. “We were the first on the scene.”
Blaise and Emily nod in greeting.
Sam explains, leading them to the place Harris was found. “A regular was walking her dog when it took off and found the victim just inside the woods. From the amount of blood at the scene, she was killed where she was found. She probably would have been found sooner if it hadn’t stormed the last few days. The morgue assistant said she’d been lying there dead for several days.”
“The rain probably washed away any evidence Nott left behind,” Blaise says.
“The Crime Scene people said they found practically nothing,” states Sam.
Emily squats down, eying the park. “Nott is shockingly brazen. How is it he is never seen? There are no trees to hide him, just knee high grass. He is barely hidden here. How is it possible that no one hears her screams?”
Blaise has answers to her questions but none that he can actually tell her. Nott most likely uses a silencing spell around him to prevent anyone from hearing the vic’s screams. He could also be using magic to ensure no one notices him. There have to be some dark spells that would hide Nott and the vic in broad daylight. Blaise makes a note to tell Harry about that, they will need to research to see what spells he could be using. Maybe Severus and Lucius know, both are experts in dark magic. “I don’t know, Emily. But somehow he keeps getting away with it.”
Emily stands up and starts scanning the surrounding area. Blaise does the same, both hoping for a miracle: to find something Crime Scene missed. Blaise can feel the tell tale signs of dark magic being used in the area but cannot identify what the spells are. They feel recent and likely are from Nott. Their search reveals nothing new. No fibers, no hair, no footprints, nothing that can help them find Nott. Blaise wouldn’t be surprised if Nott had used a cleaning spell. The area is too clean, even if it rained.
After the useless search, they and Sam walk back to where Officer Rodriguez guards the scene. They interview the two cops quickly, neither one can remember anything or anyone suspicious when they arrived at the scene.
After inquiring over the witness, Rodriguez gives them her address. Emily drives them to her house. The witness is shaken but even with a cognitive interview, she remembers nothing important: no unusual people, smells, sights, or sounds. Disheartened, Blaise is about to turn to go when the witness suddenly cries “Wait! I just remembered. This was left on my step this morning.” The woman jumps up and goes into another room, coming back with a light gray rose in a glass case. “The note said to give it to the police when they came to talk to me but not before.” The witness trembles a bit, the note said he would kill me if I did not do exactly as he asked.” Blaise wonders if Nott had used a memory charm on the witness. Her remembering this all of a sudden seems suspicious. It should have been the first thing she said.
Emily eyes the rose. She has never seen a rose that color, as far as she knows it isn’t even possible. But it appears to be real, she wonders if it is simply a very life-like fake.
Blaise stares at the rose. The color is made through magic. It is the exact shade of Draco’s eyes, there is no doubt in his mind. He gingerly takes the case. Lifting it up, Blaise looks at the flower from all angles. Is this a threat to Draco? he wonders.
Emily asks, “Where is the note. We’ll take it with us. Maybe we can learn something from it.”
The witness hurries to retrieve the note, wanting to get everything the killer touched out of her house. Emily pulls out an evidence bag, “Put it in here.” She closes the note inside before reading it. The note isn’t a typed message but an elaborately written one, as if the killer had written it with a quill and ink. Odd she thinks, maybe they can trace the ink or paper. Tucking the bag into her jacket, she tells Blaise she will be right back and grabs the fingerprint kit from the SUV. Emily prints the witness, so they are able to eliminate her prints from the note.
With the note and rose in hand, they drive back to Quantico. Maybe someone will have an idea what the rose means.
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Aaron and JJ drive to the victim’s house. The vic’s husband, Danny Harris opens the door. The man looks haggard with grief. “Mr. Harris?” Aaron asks.
“Yes.”
“I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner and this is my colleague SSA Jennifer Jareau. We are investigating your wife’s death. May we come in?”
“Yes, of course.” Danny leads them to the living room and drops heavily into a chair.
They can hear the sounds of a woman and a child talking in another room. Seeing their interest, Harris explains, “My mother and my daughter. Maddie doesn’t know yet. I just don’t know what to say to her. How do I tell her that her mother is never coming back?” The stark grief in voice tugs at the heartstrings of both agents. Aaron knows all too well how difficult it is to explain to a young child that their mother has been senselessly taken away from them.
“We’re very sorry for your lost,” JJ says sincerely. “Is it possible for you to answer a few questions?” she asks gently.
“Yes, anything to help you find the monster that did this to Emma.”
JJ asks, “When is the last time you saw your wife?”
“Four days ago. I kissed her goodbye before I left for work. I never saw her again. I got a call from our daycare that Emma hadn’t picked up Maddie. I called around and she never made it to work that day. None of our friends or family saw her or heard from her. It is like she vanished as soon as she dropped off our daughter at daycare.”
In all probability, if Nott followed his M.O., he kept her for approximately a day, torturing her on and off before he finally rapes and kills her.
Aaron inquires, “Had Emma noticed anything suspicious recently? Did she say she felt like she was being followed? Or commented on seeing a particular person repeatedly?”
Harris shakes his head, “No. She never said anything to me about anything suspicious or anyone following her. Everything was normal. I don’t understand how this happened!” Danny’s shoulders shake as he buries his face in his hands and sobs.
JJ kneels at the man’s feet and pulls him into a hug. Harris gratefully accepts her comforting hold. The poor man probably had kept his grief inside, trying to remain strong for his daughter. It is a few minutes before Danny eases back, his eyes red from crying. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“You do not need to apologize, Mr. Harris,” JJ answers genuinely.
JJ and Aaron swiftly wrap up the interview with Danny. There is nothing more they can learn from the husband and they leave him to his grief.
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Derek sits in the parking lot of the hotel he heard Draco tell Reid they were staying. Derek has been sitting there for the past hour and a half, waiting to see the three men either coming from or going to the hotel. But he hasn’t seen a glimpse of them. He knows that the hotel is not far from the FBI building. He knows he has not missed them; he knows they left on foot; they’ve had plenty of time to get here.
But even walking they should have been here long ago or he should have at least seen them while he was driving here. Getting very impatient, Derek decides to find out what the hell is going on. Exiting the SUV, Derek walks up to the front desk. He has to admit these guys must have money because they are staying in one of the swankiest hotels in town or else or else they have a lot better comp benefits than the FBI does; the Bureau would never pay for them to stay in such an expensive hotel room, not unless it is part of an undercover mission. He steps up to the first available desk clerk. Derek flashes a smile, the one that makes both men’s and women’s brains go to mush and usually get him anything he desires. He notices her nametag says Katie.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“Ah, yes Katie,” he says her name with a drawl and a wink. He leans deliberately on the counter, making sure the muscles in his arms pop just right, just enough to make her drool. “I was wondering if one of your guests, a very personal friend of mine is staying here. He told me he was coming into to town for a couple of days and I wanted to surprise him and I completely forgot what room number he said he was in. Do you think you can give me the key to his room or at least tell me what room he is staying in.”
Katie looks unsure for a sec but cannot help but blush when he smiles again. The poor woman doesn’t have a chance against that smile. “I’m not supposed to do this but what’s the name of your friend?”
“Harry Potter-Black” He tells her.
“Potter-Black, yes, he is staying here. He is staying in one of the Penthouse rooms on the top floor. P3.”
“Is it possible for me to have access to his room? It has been a long time since we’ve seen each other and I’d love to surprise my good friend,” Derek says, again flashing his trademark lady-killer smile.
She gives him a skeptical look as if she does not believe that he and Harry could be friends. “I cannot do that, but if you like I can take a message and give it to him when he returns.”
“I can assure we are friends,” Derek pulls out his wallet showing her his FBI badge, her eyes widen.
“He’s not in any trouble is he?” She asks.
“No-no nothing like that,” he tells her, putting his badge back into his pocket I just wanted to show you that I am legit.” He smiles to reassure her that he is telling the truth.
Katie bites on her bottom lip, trying to decide if she is doing the right thing, “I will give you the passkey to his penthouse if you promise he won’t get me in trouble and that he is no criminal. You do seem like a trustworthy guy.” She tells him.
“You have my word and honor as a scout and an FBI agent that Harry won't mind and I will not say a word.” He tells her, putting one hand on his chest and holding the other one up.
She discreetly slides the passkey to him; he gives her one more of those sexy smiles and leaves to take the elevator to Harry’s penthouse. When Derek finally gets to the room, he stops at the threshold and gapes at how large the room is. Derek walks into what looks like the sitting room and sees nothing out of the ordinary. Then he enters the small kitchenette off to the left side, walking around the room, he takes in everything. The room is clean and looks untouched. Derek makes his way to the bedroom, slowly opening the door; he sticks his head in first but sees nothing that jumps out at him.
Stepping further into the room, he notices the suit that Harry had been wearing this morning lying on the bed. Scanning the room, he spots a small vial sitting on the dresser, he carefully picks it up with his thumb and forefinger. He brings it to his nose not sure what to expect but the vial is odorless. He thinks about pocketing it to have the lab test the residue but thinks better of it, setting it back down in the same exact spot.
Morgan is puzzled, thinking to himself, How were they able to get back to the hotel and change and leave again without me seeing them? I have been sitting in the parking lot for over an hour. How did I miss them? Derek is so confused; he has no answers nor does not know what to think.
Looking around the room, he spots a purple crystal picture frame by the bed. Picking it up, he studies the people in the picture. Instantly he recognizes Draco, Harry, Neville and Blaise and the twins. The others he does not know, however, he can tell that Draco is related to the older blond man, most likely his father from how much they look alike. The dark haired man has his arms around Harry’s shoulder while Harry is holding a little boy with the same color hair as his and chocolate brown eyes. The man must be the father Harry talked about but Derek doesn’t know who the young boy is.
Blaise has his arms wrapped around the waist of a very pregnant blond who he assumes is Blaise’s wife, Derek swears he can feel the glow coming from the woman. Even in the picture, her smile radiates pure happiness. Neville holds a man with sandy blond hair very close to him, likely his boyfriend or husband; in the midst of everyone stands a beautiful regal woman with brown curly hair that seems to reach down her back. Again, Derek has no idea who the woman is. In the back stands the smiling redheads looking as if they know something no one else knows. Derek can tell they are a very close bunch, more family than co-workers.
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Meanwhile at Gringotts:
On Harry’s orders, Nev and Draco search the room for injuries. Draco walks straight toward the man that had been bitten by the Black Mamba. The man is conscious; his eyes stare pleadingly at Draco. Sighing, the blonde takes out his potions, unshrinking them. He finds a neurotoxin anti-venom potion that Severus had created. Opening it, Draco pours it down the man’s throat. He snatches the man’s wand, murmuring a quick binding spell; the man will not be escaping any time soon. Draco looks for more attackers. He takes each assailant’s wand and makes sure they are bound tightly. The men will remain tied until the American Aurors arrive to take them into custody. Draco moves on, looking for more victims.
While Draco and a still shaky Nev check for injuries among the others, Harry cancels the false Black Mambas. As they disappear, he calls for the Death Adder. {Pretty One, come.} The shield around the snake had prevented any harm from coming to it. The snake slithers up to him and Harry leans down, extending his arm. Understanding the request, the snake wraps himself around Harry’s arm. {Thanksss for your ssservicsse. I am grateful.}
The snake’s body squirms around his arm, {Happy to ssserve, Massster.}
Harry casts a warming charm, aware that this type of snake’s natural habitat is Australia.
{Thank you, Massster.}
Harry smiles as he carefully strokes the snake, {Do you have a name?}
{Yesss, the humansss call me Snakelet Number Five.}
Harry’s face scrunches in distaste, “Unacceptable. A beautiful sssnake like you needs a worthy name.” Somewhat like humans, a snake’s sex is usually distinguishable by their voice. The snake’s voice assures Harry that it is male. {What about Attor? It isss an old Englisssh word meaning poissson or venom.}
{Thank you, Massster.}
Harry grins happily, he wonders if he should keep the gorgeous snake.
Across the room, Draco again pulls out his potions, unshrinking them. Finding a nerve-relieving potion, he hands it to his still trembling friend. Nev grimaces, taking careful sips of the nasty concoction. “Thanks Dray.” The effects of the curse aren’t completely gone but thankfully the white hot pain is lessened. Together, they go over to Harry. Their leader looks up, asking grimly “What’s the damage?”
“Two dead, one bystander and one assailant. Most of the attackers are injured in some manner, a few worse than others. Six civilians injured. A lot of cuts and bruises…” Nev states gravely.
Draco continues, “…Five people needed calming draughts. It could have been a lot worse.” Frankly, he’s surprised that it hadn’t been worse with how irrational and panicked the civilians were. “Your ruddy snakes seemed to help protect the civilians. None of them wanted the snakes’ attention after they saw their cohort bitten.”
Harry beams, he’s right proud of that spell.
Nev eyes the snake around his arm. He gestures toward the snake, asking, “What are you going to do with this one?”
“Oh, Attor?”
Dray rolls his eyes, “You named him, didn’t you?”
Startled, Harry says, “Of course I did! He helped us; he deserves our thanks. A name is the least I could do.”
Nev and Draco give each other an exasperated look. Knowing him as they do, they expect Harry will be spending the day with the snake, if not keeping it. Once he names it, there is little doubt he will keep it. In addition, he tends to keep the snakes he summons, spoiling them as thanks for their help. Harry has a large room dedicated to his snakes. Nothing they say will change his mind and the two men do not even waste the time and effort to try.
{Do you need anything, Attor?} Harry hisses.
{I am hungry, Massster.}
Harry quickly summons a fat mouse. “Stupefy!” He holds the stunned mouse in front of Attor who quickly snatches up his meal. When he is finished, Harry asks “More?”
{No. I am quite sssatisssfied. Thank you, Massster.}
When Harry raises his head, Nev looks bored and Draco is deliberately staring at a side wall. The blonde is squeamish and hates to see anything eaten alive. “The mouse is gone, Dray,” Harry says in an amused tone.
Draco shoots Harry a venomous look. “Can we get back to work now that you’ve fed your bloody snake!” Harry laughs quietly. “Stop laughing you bloody idiot!” Draco yells, pouting at being the butt of the joke. He smirks suddenly, “I wonder what dear old, le père would say about what happened today?”
Harry’s eyes narrow, “You wouldn’t.”
Draco smiles menacingly, “I don’t make empty threats, brother.”
Nev breaks in quickly. “Shouldn’t we get back to work?” If he lets them continue, the pair of them would spend half an hour trading threats between them. Nev can see why Lucius and Severus behave as they do toward Draco and Harry; they have their hands full with those two. Neville rolls his eyes at the two fully-grown men sticking their tongues out at each other. It is times like this, he’s glad he doesn’t have a brother.
The two finally turn serious again. “Who is the civilian casualty?” asks Harry.
“Blackscale,” Draco says.
Shocked, Harry asks, “The one we first spoke to?”
Nev answers “No. Another Blackscale.”
As much as the death saddens him, Harry feels a surge of hope well up. Perhaps, Master Blackscale will be more cooperative because of the death of his relative. Nott will keep killing unless they stop him. “We need to talk to Master Blackscale.”
The trio finds the goblin across the room. He is cradling another goblin in his arms, rocking as tears run down his face.
“I am very sorry to bother you, Master Blackscale. I am truly sorry for loss of your relative.”
Blackscale sniffles, “He is—was my brother. The only sibling I had left and my best friend in the world. He was a kind and gentle soul. You would have liked him, I think Lord Potter-Black.”
“I’m sure I would have,” Harry says gently.
The three men are silent as Master Blackscale grieves. A pair of medi witches approach cautiously with a stretcher following them.
The goblin tightens his hold on his brother. The two witches make no effort to pry the body from his grip. They wait patiently, their faces calm and sympathetic. Their manner reassures Blackscale; his brother’s body will be cared for with respect. He hugs his brother one last time and whispers a quiet goodbye. Blackscale reluctantly opens his arms, allowing the healers to carefully lift the goblin’s body onto the stretcher.
After a moment of silence, Blackscale carefully stands. The trio follows him as he walks back to his high desk.
“Most honorable Master Blackscale, we humbly ask you to reconsider our request for Gringotts’ help. Theodore Nott will not stop. He will continue to kill innocents, people just like your brother. This attack proves how dangerous he is. Nott will destroy anything and everyone within his path unless we can stop him,” Draco vows.
Pain flashes on Blackscale’s face, he looks out over the open room. It looks like a war went on: black with scorch marks, rubble scattered everywhere, blood smears, and injured people being treated by healers. So much destruction and harm created by such a small group of wizards. His bosses may not like it but Blackscale cannot allow the man responsible for his beloved brother’s death to remain free. His face-hardens, “I will personally take to his vaults. Anything you need, I will make available to you.”
Harry murmurs softly, “Thank you Master Blackscale.” The trio follows the goblin to the records room.
“These are the people who have added funds to Lord Nott’s vault.”
They look over the list:
Samuel Burke
Violet Burke
Comb Shepard
Athena Sherbyroot
Max Madunder
Both Nev and Draco recognize most of the names on the list. The Burkes, Sherbyroots, and Madunder are all pureblood families that they recognize. “Want to take a guess how many of these people were unmarked Death Eaters?” Draco drawls.
Nev gives a little hum as he takes a copy of the handwritten list. It wouldn’t be surprising if these people were Voldemort’s followers: pure blood supremacists. “There are a lot of rich, pure bloods on this list. I wonder if Nott is hiding at one of their properties?”
“We will have to run down each wizard and witch on this list. Some of them could even be our attackers. Once the polyjuice is gone, we’ll have their identities,” Harry says.
“Lord Potter-Black,” Master Blackscale interrupts.
“Hmm…what?” Harry answers distractingly.
“We goblins can tell you exactly who the attackers are. We can see right through the polyjuice potion.”
Harry lights up, “Thank you Master Blackscale. That would be very helpful.”
The high-ranking goblin summons another goblin, asking him to identify all the attackers. While they wait, Draco looks through Nott’s vault records. Nott sure isn't living like he’s on the run from the list of his purchases. Draco sneers at Theo’s extravagant spending. The murdering wanker is living it up like he doesn't have a care in the world. Disgusted, he takes a copy of the records. Later, they can look more carefully through all the records.
A goblin enters with a scroll. “Master Blackscale, I have identified the attackers: Mr. Adrian Kolme, Mr. Marcus Burke, Miss Tali Kearns, Mr. Jacob Krios, and Mr. Benjamin Cowlson. Mr. Krios is deceased. Miss Kearns, Mr. Kolme, and Mr. Cowlson are being treated by healers.”
“Thank you, Frytch.” Master Blackscale dismissing the other goblin. “Would you like to see Lord Nott’s vault now?”
“Sure, that'd be great.” Again, they follow as Master Blackscale leads the way. The goblin opens the vault, “Take your time. I, however, must bury my brother. I will send someone to close the vault when you are finished.”
“Thank you for all your help, Master Blackscale.”
“Lord Potter-Black. Promise me you will catch him. My brother is dead because of that man. The goblin nation is humbly at your disposal.”
Harry vows grimly, “I promise. Your enemy is my enemy. Your brother’s death will be avenged.”
Blackscale nods before walking away determinedly.
Nev, Harry, and Draco enter the vault cautiously. “Woah. He’s filled this whole damned vault to the brim with dark objects,” states Harry.
“He’s a dark wizard, Harry. What did you expect?” drawls Neville.
“Is it too much to ask for one dark wizard to surprise me and fill their vault with just plain old gold?” grumbles Harry.
“Yes!” Neville and Draco shout together.
{Massster, there isss evil all around,} Attor warns.
{Yesss, I know Attor. I promissse to be cautiousss.}
They spread out and begin their search. Draco spots a mirror lying innocently in a corner. Thankfully, he recognizes it. The mirror is a Nott heirloom, a dark object that if you look into it and are not of Nott blood, you will go blind. Theo had bragged about it to both he and Blaise. “Prince, do you have that bottomless bag with you, the one Hermione gave you?”
“Of course, Dray. Why?” Harry looks confused for a second before realizing exactly what Draco is thinking. He takes the bag out and holds it out at Draco who warily levitates the mirror into the bag.
“Found a cursed sword over here, guys.”
Harry turns to Neville, who puts in the sword. Next, Harry finds tainted goblet. Nev discovers a cursed thick, masculine armlet. Draco uncovers three cursed daggers. Dark object after dark object is levitated into the bag until all the cursed items are in the bottomless bag. “Thank you, Mione,” Harry whispers.
Draco finds a pile of diaries written by Theo. Scanning them, he is sickened. All his murders are written out in gruesome fashion. “Theo is truly mad,” he promises. Harry and Nev both read parts of the diary. “He’s as bat shit crazy as old Voldie,” Harry declares.
“We have to stop him; he cannot continue killing unheeded,” Nev states angrily.
“We’ll get him, Nev. Between us and the BAU, we will find him,” vows Draco.
They finish their search, finding nothing else of importance. As they exit, a goblin waits for them. Nodding their assent, the goblin locks the vault. Harry addresses the goblin, “Could you please make sure this bag is put in a secure vault that can only be opened by a member of my team?” The goblin nods, “Of course, Lord Potter-Black. I will see to it personally. I will bring out the key once I have secured the bag.” Harry smiles gratefully, “Thank you.” The trio leaves the area, going back to the entry room. Harry approaches the American Aurors.
“Epic fight went on in here, huh? Almost as if Harry Potter was here! Maybe he was! He is here on vacation!” Exclaims a short, ginger haired male Auror. The other Auror, a lanky, blonde woman, rolls her eyes and looks exasperated. “Do not start Gary! I am not listening to another one of your obsessed gushings of fucking Harry Potter! And if you start stalking him, so help me!”   Fiona Jones glares threateningly at her partner.
The male Auror, Gary Michaels cowers a little before pouting ridiculously. He replies petulantly, “He’s a hero.”
“Yeah, he is. But your interest is less about his heroism and more about getting into his pants!”Gary flushes darkly.
“Welcome to America, Harry,” Neville whispers laughingly.
Harry scowls and hisses, “Shut up!”
Jones continues, not yet aware of Harry, Draco, and Neville’s presence. “But then who wouldn’t? The man is sex on legs.”
Not wanting to hear anything more, he interrupts in a strong, authoritative voice, “Aurors.”
Michaels jumps while Jones turns her head and quirks a slim blonde brow at his tone. The redhead stutters, “S—sir?”
“It’s actually Potter-Black.”
“W—what?” Gary asks.
“It isn’t Harry Potter. It is Harry Potter-Black,” he explains in a bland tone.
The redheaded Auror looks sheepish at the correction but giddy to talk about Harry Potter. He asks reverently, “Do you know him?”
Neville and Draco snicker, a quick dark look from Harry only makes them laugh harder. “You could say that.” Harry does not want this fan/stalker in training to know it is him, especially if he hasn’t figured it out yet.
Michaels looks like he is going to faint from excitement.
Harry is about jump in before the redhead can start asking excited questions about him but the female cuts in before he can. “What can we do for you, Sir?” The blonde isn’t as oblivious as her partner. She is fairly confident that the person speaking is none other than Harry Potter-Black despite him being polyjuiced.
“I want to ensure that all the attackers will be kept safely in Auror custody until we are able to interview them.”
While fairly certain but not 100% sure that it is actually Potter-Black, she has to ask. “On whose authority, Sir?”
A little impressed that the Auror would question his authority even without knowing his identity, Harry answers, “Courtesy of British Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt.”
“Of course, Sir. Right away, Sir!”
Harry grants Jones a smile, Michaels receives a forced, polite smile and the trio leaves Gringotts. Neville is in need of another nerve potion, so they hurry back to their hotel.
The blonde Auror watches them leave. The trio stops briefly when a goblin hands Harry the vault key then leaves immediately after. Once they are out of sight, she gloats, “You do know that was Harry Potter, excuse me Harry Potter-Black?”
Gary’s eyes widen comically. “WHAT?! NOOO!!” The redhead tries to run after him but is quickly grabbed by his partner.
“I don’t think so, Gary. We have work to do.”
“But Harry Potter! It was Harry Potter!” he whines. Gary wants to stalk Harry…er…follow! He totally means follow!
Laughing, she adds, “Yeah, he was. But do you really want to chase after him? Or do you want to do as he asks, he will be very grateful…”
The redhead blushes. He has orders from the Harry Potter! “Right. We should secure the prisoners.” Maybe Minister Colson will let him guard the prisoners personally. He could see Harry Potter again! Maybe he will even thank him for following his orders so effectively!
The blonde sighs as her partner loses himself in his fantasies. No doubt they are about the famous Lord Harry Potter-Black…again! Smacking him upside the head, “Focus, Gary.”
His face flushes bright red, leaving no doubts to what he was thinking about. Michaels mumbles, “Sorry.” With that, the pair readies the prisoners for transport.
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Back at the hotel:
Derek sits on the bed. He needs to think, not as a profiler but as the cop he used to be before he joined the BAU. He keeps wondering why he is more invested in finding out more about these guys than the case. It should be the other way around, yet he cannot shake that something is off with their story. Morgan knows when someone is lying to him and they are setting off every bullshit meter he has. He believes what they said about the case details, yet he felt like there are big gaps in their story. It is like they are being deliberately vague on details and calculatingly evasive. They know something that they are not sharing…and every single person in the PACU knows. He knows he is not the only one that feels this way, he has worked long enough with the team that he can tell they are thinking the same thing he is.
Getting up from the bed, Derek walks over to the drawers, opening them and lifting items up. Morgan searches underneath trying to find anything out of the ordinary but finds nothing. He walks to the closet, opening it up, he notices that although Harry has excellent taste in suits and shirts, there is nothing suspicious here. He moves the suits out of the way and spots a large trunk sitting on the floor. Bending down he notices the initials HJPB, noting the lack of lock on it he tries to open it but the trunk doesn’t open despite no visible lock; tugging hard once more, he gives up when it refuses to budge.
There must be a hidden lock and special key needed to open the trunk. Realizing he is not going to find anything in Harry’s room and swiftly coming to the realization that maybe he is being paranoid for no reason, Morgan decides to leave. He is about to exit the room when he hears voices in the other room. He could have sworn the voice he hears belongs to Hotch, Prentiss and JJ but he knows that is impossible as they are all back in the office and have no reason to be here in Harry’s room. He sneaks up to the door, cracking it and peeking out only to see the person who looks like Hotch change into Harry.
Derek cannot move; what the fuck just happened, he wonders. He opens the door just a bit more to see Prentiss and JJ standing beside Harry. The next thing he knows both women start to change into Draco and Neville. Derek’s eyes bug out of his head in shock How is that possible? How can they do that?
“Are you alright Nev?” Harry asks him with concern in his voice.
Nodding his head as he sits down on the sofa, “I am fine; nothing a few more sips of nerve relieving potion won’t cure.” He reassures them. “I can’t believe we had Nott and he got away again. He is starting to really piss me the fuck off, Harry.”
Derek cannot believe the laidback man he met this morning is talking like this. Morgan sees Draco pull something out of the pockets of his long coat that looks more like a fitted jacket and give it to Neville. Neville takes a few sips, grimacing at the taste.
“Seriously, can’t your Dad change the taste of his potions? Why do they have to be so damn nasty?” Neville complains to Harry and Draco.
“He can but he does it to torture us,” Draco admits, chuckling. He moves over to Harry, pulling out a stick and pointing it at him. “Let me close up those cuts on your face. Are you any pain?” Harry shakes his head no. “I hope none of the debris got into the cuts, or they won’t close properly,” Draco says to Harry.
“I’m with you, Nev. Nott is really pissing me off. And what the hell did you do to him, Draco? He is gunning for you.” Harry says to Draco.
“How do I know? Nott’s a psychopath; maybe he thinks I did something to him? As far as I know, I’ve done nothing to him..”
“He threatened you specifically Draco, we…” Harry stops speaking.
Derek cannot believe what he is hearing or seeing, then the strangest thing happens. A snake slithers from Harry’s hand and wraps itself loosely around his shoulders and neck. Derek is about to yell when Harry looks around the room, stopping in his direction, making him freeze.
“Come on out, I know you're in there.” Harry tells him, “I promise we won’t harm you.”
Derek wonders how Harry knows someone else is in the room; he did not make a sound. Where the hell did he get a fucking snake? Morgan thinks. He does not trust these guys, reaching into his gun holster he takes out his gun and shoves it into the back of his pants. He walks out of the room with his hands up in the surrender. When Harry recognizes him, his eyes widen.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He asks, “The better question is how did you get in here?”
Reaching behind him, Derek quickly he pulls out his gun and points it at them, “I believe I am the one that will be asking the questions.”
Seeming unafraid at having a gun pointed at them, “What do you want to know?”
Draco watches Harry as he lulls Derek into a false sense of security, making him seem harmless by being cooperative.
“Who are you people?” The FBI agent asks.
“You know who we are,” says Neville. “He’s Harry, I’m Neville and behind you is Draco.”
Derek turns around, only now the stick Draco had been pointing at Harry is now pointing at him.
“Stupefy,” Draco says.
Derek feels his body freeze up, then without his consent he relives the day, from the moment he met the PACU until now.
“What does he know?” He hears Harry ask.
“Not much, he followed us when we left the building and saw me heal you guys.” Draco tells Harry. He then looks back at Derek, “I’m sorry to have to do this to you man.” Derek wants to question what Draco is talking about but he cannot move or speak, then his mind goes blank.
After Draco obliviates Derek he tells them everything the man saw or knew and how the BAU team is suspicious of them, which the PACU team has already figured out. “How far do you want me to erase?” Draco asks Harry.
“Erase everything up to the point where he gets to the hotel and is waiting for us. Put a false memory of him asking an older woman if she needs help with her bags. And when he got to our room. we were here getting ready to go back to the FBI building and being the nice guy that he is, he offered us a ride.”
Draco does as he is asked. They change back into the suits they wore this morning. While Harry considers leaving Attor in the room by himself but think better of it, knowing his new pet needs to be close to him. Harry asks Attor to wrap himself loosely around his shoulders; the snake carefully hides himself under Harry’s suit jacket coat. Casting a notice me not spell on his new pet discreetly, they exit their room and the hotel with a still stunned Derek under Harry’s invisibility cloak. They sit him in the passenger seat while Draco gets in the driver seat. Making their way to the FBI building and parking the SUV in the darkest spot they could find, they use the rennervate spell to awaken Derek.
Derek wakes up to hearing Draco thanking him for letting him drive, and telling him how weird it is to drive on the opposite side of the road.
The three wizards do not miss the confusion on the agent’s face when he realizes he is at the FBI building, this prompts Harry to ask if he is ok. Derek nods his head but Harry and the rest can tell he is far from ok. It seems Derek’s mind is stronger than most muggles whose memories they have been tampered with; Harry makes a mental note to keep a close eye on him. They walk into the BAU bullpen to see Blaise standing beside Rossi. When Blaise looks up and sees Harry, the first thing that comes out of his mouth has Harry wincing, “What the hell happened to you?”
Harry looks around to make sure that Aaron is not within hearing distance; he had forgotten to put up glamour to hide the recent scratches on his face before coming into the building. How will he explain to Aaron he was not being reckless but was in reality defending himself and trying to catch Nott and things just went from hard to absolutely fucking hell?
“Nott happened, that’s what.” He tells Blaise, “He was at the bank in disguise and the minute he heard us ask a bank manager for details to get inside his vaults, shit went to hell in a handbasket in a second. And he was not alone, so our assumption that he has others helping is correct.” Harry tells him as he takes off his jacket, neatly folding it and putting it on the back of the chair. He makes sure the notice me not spell is still working on his new pet. Harry does not think that it is a good idea for the BAU to know how much of a snake charmer he is.
He can feel Attor slither down his shoulder, and wrap himself around Harry’s forearm. He promptly falls asleep, feeling safe and protected by his new Master. “And to top it off, he threatened Draco. Called him a blood traitor. He is definitely trying to bring Voldies old crew back together or what's left of it.” Harry can feel himself getting agitated. Nott needs to be put down now like the dog he is, all of this catch and release shit is getting on his nerves.
“Why would he be after Draco?” Blaise asks.
“I don’t know,” Harry tells him. “Dray?” He turns to see Draco talking on his phone. He must be talking with Fred, telling him that he has to go to Gringotts. As their resident curse breaker, Fred will be able to handle everything they found in Nott’s vaults. Turning back to Blaise, “Do you know if he had a crush on Dray or tried to ask him out and Dray turned him down? That is the only thing I can think of.”
Blaise shakes his head, “We went over this; Nott was a loner. He kept to himself. The only person I can think of that would have had a major crush on Draco was Pansy and we see what happened to her.” Then Blaise thinks of the rose. “This makes the gray rose and the note more perplexing.”
“What note? What rose?” asks Harry.
“While you guys were at the bank, the rest of us looked into Nott’s latest victim. Prentiss and I went to the crime scene, Rossi and Dr. Reid went to the M.E., Hotch and J.J. went to speak with the victim’s family. Fred, George and Garcia went back to her cave to do whatever it is they do back there.” Blaise looks at Harry, then at Morgan. “I saw Morgan come in with you guys, did he go to the bank with you guys somehow?”
“No, he met us at our hotel,” Neville tells him with a raised eyebrow, indicating there is more to the story. “He was waiting for us in the lobby when we got back.”
“Oh, that was nice of him. Anyway Harry, his killings are getting out of control, but he is so meticulous in his clean up. There are some dark aspects to the way he is killing.” Blaise tells them.
Harry does not miss the clue that Blaise gives him: what kind of dark spells could Theo be using? “You still haven’t told me about the rose and the note.” Harry says to him.
“Like I said, Emily and I went to the crime scene. We talked with a witness but for some reason she could not remember much, if anything at all. It’s as if someone took her memories.” Blaise says giving Harry another clue. “Before we left, she gave us a gray rose encased in glass that looks like it is shatterproof. And a threatening note the witness received that is written on old paper with a quill.”
Harry stares at Blaise, assimilating all the clues that he received. It appears Theo cleans up his crime scene using some sort of dark magic, he obliviates anyone who might have witnessed the crime. Harry can also guess he uses silencing charms to keep his victims silent. But how is it he abducting them in broad daylight? Could he have gotten his hands on an invisibility cloak, or is it another dark spell? They have too many unanswered questions.
“Harry, you went quiet on us.” Neville speaks up, getting his attention.
“Sorry, I was just thinking on what happened at the bank.” Harry tells him.
Prentiss, who is listening to their conversation pipes in, “What happened at the bank?”
Harry sighs and tells her what happened, leaving out all magical things as best as he can. Neville jumps in when necessary. The members of the BAU team there sit listening as they speak.
“How was it that you did not recognize him when you walked into the bank?” JJ asks.
“He was disguised, so were we as a matter of fact. The only reason he knew who we were was the banks manager spoke our names aloud.” He tells her.
“So he is definitely after Draco.” Prentiss states. “Could he be using his obsession for Draco as a platform to kill all those he deems tainted? I mean who could the rose be for?”
“That does sound plausible.” Derek jumps in. “With his obsession and the fact that this Riddle guy used blood purity as his platform, he could use those who still believe in the same thing. He sees Draco as a traitor, he hates that he has no problem mixing with all types of people, no matter their blood status.”
Everyone looks at Derek as if he just solved the biggest puzzle. How could they not have seen that Theo was a sick individual but no sicker than Voldemort?
“We can learn more once we have George cross reference all the information that we got from the bank manager. Maybe your Garcia can help with that. It is a lot of information to go over. So far we have five names. Three are currently in custody at the hospital. Aaron, is it possible to have two of your best interrogators go with us to interrogate them?”
Aaron nods his head, “We are here to help in any way we can, but why didn’t you bring them here?”
“Thank you, we have a few properties to check out, so I was hoping that while a couple of us went to the hospital, the rest check out the properties. As for the prisoners, they are in the hospital; they got injured after the fire started. We have our own people watching them. We call them Aurors but they are simply the law enforcement within our pagan society. They are well-trained and as competent as any normal law enforcement officers.” Even with their wands taken away and their magic bound, they are still dangerous.
While Aaron’s expression doesn’t change, he wonders about these ‘Aurors’ as they call them. Exactly how expansive is this pagan society? He wonders. “We would feel more comfortable if we have a few of our people watching over them as well. Not that I don’t trust your people. We are getting close to capturing Nott. We cannot afford to lose any leads that will aid us in finding him.” Aaron says to the group.
Every one of the BAU members nod their heads in agreement. Harry could not blame the man, they need to catch Theo quickly before he decides to kill again; who knows, the next one might be worse than the others. “That’s fine; send whoever you trust. Let me draft up a quick letter letting the Aurors know your people are there to assist in any capacity necessary.” By this time Draco is off the phone and walks back over to the group.
“Why not call them?” Aaron asks.
“Again, technology is not something they rely on.” Harry answers. “What’s up Draco?”
“Fred is on his way over to the bank. I told him who to get in touch with at the ADOM (American Department of Ministries) for the bag we gave to them.”
“Great.” Shit, this day is not turning out the way I hoped. Thinks Harry. “Draco, I need you to get in touch with Pere and ask him about those names we got from the bank. I have a feeling that we are still missing the bigger picture.”
“Already did, Father says those families disappeared along with a few others when Riddle returned. He along with other Death Eaters assumed they were killed for not remaining loyal to the cause, their Manor and servants were all gone. Now that they have turned up, he speculates that either they ran or they were sent here by Riddle for another purpose.”
“What are you thinking Harry?” Asks Neville.
“I don’t want to voice it yet, but I feel as if Riddle’s work is not as dead as we thought. He may be dead in body and soul but those who followed him might be continuing his work. I feel as if Nott is after two different goals. Personal and global.” How can Harry tell them that even though Voldemort is dead, his message is not dead? There are still people that believe in his ideals and it is not just in Britain and certain parts of Europe. What if it also stretches to the United States?
“How does your theory tie in with Nott killing these women?” JJ asks.
“That’s the thing, it does not. I think Nott is on a different mission and like Derek said he is using blood purity as a way to kill.” Blaise answers.
Taking a deep breath, “Can someone point me to the way of Penelope’s cave? I need to speak with George.”
Aaron is the first to jump up, “I will. I was heading that anyway, when I came here.” Harry knows that is a big lie; he knows Aaron is more curious about how he got the scratches on his face.
They walk out of sight of everyone before Aaron says in his Dom voice, “I thought I told you not to be reckless. If we weren’t still at work, I would spank your ass again.”
Harry wishes he could say he is scared but he is so turned on, he knows his scent has changed and Attor can smell it in the way he shifts around his arm. “I could not help it Sir, I was defending myself.” Harry explains.
Aaron stops; looking around to make sure no one is near where they stand. Then he turns facing Harry, so they are looking each other in the eye. “I understand defending yourself, but I just want you to be careful. I just met you and I feel as if you belong right here in my life and I want to get the chance to know you. Not just as your Dom but as Harry and Aaron.”
Harry cannot believe what is happening, things are moving fast and Harry knows they should slow down but he does not want to. He wants to see where this is going. “I want that too, Aaron.” He is about to reach up and Aaron when they heard the clicking of heels coming from around the corner. They step back from each other and start to walk towards Penelope’s cave. “Do you still want to meet tonight?” Harry whispers.
Without hesitation Aaron answers, “Yes! I need to be inside you badly, especially after this morning.” This makes Harry blush, “Harry also, I need to see your STD results because tonight when I am inside of you, I want nothing in between us.”
Harry gasps and feeling himself trying to breath, why does this man affect him like this?
Harry is about to turn and walk away when Aaron stops him. Then he drags him down the empty hallway, knocking and checking office doors until he finds an empty one. Harry can only guess what is about to happen, Aaron pulls him into room and locks the door, then pushes him against the wall. They are both panting for breath, Aaron walks over to Harry, sandwiching him between the wall and himself. Harry opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a moan when lips suddenly descend down upon his. Harry reaches up, grabbing onto Aaron’s suit jacket and pulls him into a hungry kiss. Harry’s whole body burns for this man whose heat seems to do nothing but consume him.
Aaron reaches down, grabbing Harry’s legs and pulling him up, wrapping them around his waist, bringing their hard lengths together. From years of playing Quidditch and his extensive training, Harry’s legs and abs are strong enough for him to hold himself up. Aaron brings his hands down, gripping Harry’s waist and grinding their clothed erections together. Moans fill the empty office. Harry pulls his lips away from Aaron’s, “I need to feel you, touch you, taste you again.” He says in desperation.
“Take me out, Little One. I want to feel your fingers wrap around me.”
Harry lets go of Aaron suit jacket; he reaches down and undoes Aaron’s pants. He gently pulls out his Dom’s hard cock; it is hot and warm in the palm of his hand. Harry runs his thumb over the tip, feeling pre-cum already there. Harry swipes it with his thumb, letting his nail brush against the sensitive hole. Aaron hisses, and Harry can see the slight shiver run through his body. Harry brings his thumb to his lips, closing his eyes at the taste.
Aaron is a mixture of sweet and saltiness that is all Aaron. Before he can pull his finger out his mouth, Aaron kisses him again as if trying to taste himself on Harry. Aaron sucks on his fingers, then his tongue. Aaron then pulls his mouth away, moving his lips up to kiss the scratches on Harry’s cheeks and whispers mine as he goes. Aaron lets go of Harry’s waist, moving his hands down to caress his thighs, his shins then to his ankles. He untangles Harry’s legs, so that he can stand on his own, or so he thinks.
Aaron puts his hands on Harry’s shoulder pushing him down to kneel on the carpeted office floor. This puts his face right in front of Aaron’s hard length. He wants to taste it again. To feel the velvet skin sliding in and out of his mouth as he brings his Master to completion. Harry looks up at Aaron with pleading eyes, hoping for the permission to do what he wants. But it seems he will have to wait.
“Is this what you want, My Little One?” His Dom asks as he takes hold of his cock and slowly jerks it in Harry’s face, letting the wet tip touch his lips. All Harry can do is nod his head while he tries to listen to his Dom’s words when all he wants is to have Aaron’s cock between his lips. “Do you know what you do to me, watching you be dominate and give orders to your team, knowing that I am the only one you submit to?”
Harry does not know if he needs to answer that question all he knows is that he wants that cock in his mouth and the man is driving him insane with his teasing. His gums felt swollen with need. Each time Aaron’s cock touches his mouth he slowly slides it inside, then pulls it back out. After the fourth or fifth time, he finally lets it sit inside Harry’s mouth. Aaron puts his hand on the back of Harry’s head. “Suck me, slowly. I want you to take your time. Enjoy having me where I belong.”
Harry is so happy to finally be given the permission he needs. He does as he is asked, pulling his lips slowly up, then back down again. “Yesss, that’s it.”
At the hiss Attor tightens just a bit around Harry’s body. He is so caught up in kissing and sucking Aaron, he had forgotten about his pet snake. Slowly pulling his lips off Aaron’s cock he blows on the tip, earning a groan for his efforts. Keeping his lips close to the tip, he hisses to Attar to give him some privacy. {Little One, leave my body}
{It’s about time you remembered I am here, so caught up in your mate} Attor sounds very annoyed as he slithers away.
Instead of answering his snake, Harry reaches up, pulling Aaron’s pants and boxers down to his thighs. Aaron opens his legs wider giving Harry easier access, dipping his head lower he sucks on Aaron’s balls, he hums at the feel of the sacks in his mouth. Fingers tighten in his hair and a strangled growl escapes Aaron’s mouth and he moans. “That’s it make them nice and wet, make me cum, Baby. Suck me some more.”
Harry doesn’t need any more prompting; he moves his lips back up to Aaron, taking his full length in, deep throat him. Harry hollows his cheeks as he moves down, doing that repeatedly; he revels in the sounds coming from Aaron. He almost doesn’t hear Aaron telling him to stroke himself. Reaching down with both hands, he undoes the fastening of his pants, pulls his own cock out and strokes himself at the same pace and enthusiasm as he is sucking his Dom’s cock. It is not long before they are both coming; Aaron tries but fails to hold in the sounds of his pleasure. Aaron comes with a gush down Harry’s throat. His Sub does not have time to catch it all, some leaks out of his mouth and down his chin.
Harry comes in his hand and on the office floor. He is not given a chance to think, or do anything before he is pulled off his knees and Aaron starts licking and kissing his lips and chin. “You make me do things I normally would never do.” Aaron mumbles into his lips.
“You are not the only one. I always keep my personal and professional life separate.”
“I can’t stay away from you. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have found what I have been missing: a piece of my soul.” Aaron says with his face nestled in Harry’s neck. He misses Harry’s wide-eyed expression at Aaron’s shocking admission.
Could he be my soulmate? Thinks Harry. Could that be the reason that since the moment we met, I have felt this deep intense pull toward Aaron?
Aaron lifts his head from Harry’s neck, “Was that too much, too soon?”
Shaking his head no, “I feel the same way. And like I told you before, I have never submitted to anyone the way I do with you, with ease and no hesitation. Doms have tried and could not get me to submit. But with you, it’s easy, I want to.” Aaron kisses him again, this time it is gentle, not rushed. Slowly they pull away from each other. Harry looks over to the desk, seeing tissues, he takes a few and cleans his hands off. Harry wipes up his semen off the floor as best he can without using a cleaning charm. He will need to go to the restroom to wash his hands. They both set their clothes right.
Stepping away from Aaron, Harry hisses for Attar to come back to him. Feeling his pet slither back around him, Harry turns to Aaron and studies the man for a few minutes. He is handsome and strong. They need to get to know each other; there are so many questions Harry wants to ask: Does he have kids? If he does, how old are they? Why did he join the FBI?
Aaron stops what he is doing and sees Harry watching him.
“Are you trying to read me, Pet?”
Harry blushes at being caught staring at the man. “I know that all we have done so far is fuck and work together. I know absolutely nothing about you and you know nothing about me but we will have to remedy that.”
Aaron puts his hands in his pockets, stands with his feet apart, “You’re right, that is something we will have to fix. Because Harry Potter-Black, I see you being in my life long after this case is finished.”
They both smile at each other. Harry feels better know this is not going to be them just fucking but something substantial might come out of this. And if his assumption is correct Aaron Hotchner might truly be his soulmate.
They exit the office, “I need to go to the men’s room to wash my hands,” Harry says clearing his throat. Aaron points behind Harry, who turns around and sees that that the bathroom is right behind him.
“I need to get back to the bullpen before all hell breaks loose and Strauss sends out a search party.” Harry nods and turns to go into the men’s room when Aaron stops him. “By the way Garcia’s cave is down the hall to the right, you can’t miss it.” Then he turns and walks in the direction they came from. Harry stands in the same spot for a while collecting himself before going into the men’s room to wash his hands, then to find George.
Note to self: Next time use-silencing charm for the next impromptu office fuck Aaron can get loud. Thank Merlin no one came looking for them. Thinks Harry.
Little did they know a little birdie by the name of Penelope Garcia had been on her way to see her boss when she sees him pull the raven cutie into an empty office. From the noise coming from the office, it is fairly obvious what the two men were doing in there. The only question is should she voice her assumptions or watch how the two men interact? One thing is for sure, Penelope thinks with a big grin on her face as she makes her way back to her cave. This day has gotten a whole lot better.
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During the time, Harry is meeting with George, giving him an update on what happened at the bank and getting George started on the process of scanning all the documents that they received from Master Blackscale, a system is worked out that George scans the documents. Garcia starts cross-referencing names that pop up more than once in different locations.
Section Chief Strauss walks into the bullpen, not seeing Harry, she addresses the PACU’s second in command. “Mr. Malfoy, I just got off the phone with Congressman Clint Colson. He has just informed me that we need to make room for a prisoner by the name of Marcus Burke who will arrive within the next hour and I am to give you and your team my full cooperation. He also stated the prisoner is one of the assailants of the bank attack today.” There is an edge of annoyance in her eyes as she tells him all this. Draco has a feeling that she wants to reprimand him because this is beyond her control or for the fact that a higher-ranking person called unexpectedly her and gave her orders pertaining to the PACU team.
“Thank you for informing me, Section Chief Strauss. Is there something else you needed?’ She seems a bit taken back that someone of my caliber would address her after she said something, thinks Draco.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. I do not like that the fact that a Congressman calls me out of the blue and orders me around concerning your team, Mr. Malfoy. I like to be kept in the know of what happens in my department. I do not like to be in the dark. I refuse to blindsided should another Congressman decide to call me and give me an order.” She rants as loudly as possible.
Being a Malfoy and never one to back down from anyone no matter who or what position they are in, Draco addresses her head on. “I would appreciate it if you speak to me with the respect that is entitled to me and the rest of my team. If you need a list of every politician that I and the members of my team associate with, I will gladly hand them to you. I am positive your Commander in Chief would be delighted to hear how we are being treated, when we have tea next week.” He tells her, watching her eyes widen at the mention of tea with the President. “As for keeping you abreast of our activities. You will receive a daily update via email.” With a perfect Malfoy sneer, he continues. “Now if you will excuse I need to prepare myself for a prisoner.” And with that he walks away from her, leaving her standing there dazed in the middle of the bullpen.
When Draco gets closer to his friends, Blaise whispers in his ear. “A daily update? Draco, when have we ever done something like that?”
“No, but do you want her in your face daily, impeding our work?” Draco says to him. “And you know how Harry gets when people start asking him too many questions about our work. Do you really want things to start blowing up because he is irritated?”
“No, I guess not, an irritated Harry is not something anyone wants to deal with. Speaking of which when was the last time he got laid?” Blaise asks.
Draco shakes his head, “I don’t know. Since that bitch Ginny, he keeps his affairs a secret even from me.”
“She really did a number on him. I wish he would let the twins prank her.” Says Blaise. “So anyway, who is in charge of this daily update?”
Draco looks up to see Neville staring at his phone; a smile plays over his lips. Neville is a valuable member of the group but at the moment his mind is on his pregnant mate and who can blame him. If Draco could not work with his twins, he does not know what he would do. “We can let Nev do it today and rotate on the other days until the case is over. Let’s hope it is soon. I know it has only been the first day but these long hours are killing me. One thing, we best keep it from Harry; I need him to focus on catching Theo, rather than dealing with Strauss.”
“Shit, I’m famished, what do you say we ask about getting something to eat. If we can grab a quick bite before Burke shows up, that would be great.” Blaise says to him, this has Neville looking up.
“Yes, let’s get something to eat. Draco, you know if we continue working like this Harry will not eat, and you don’t want Sev showing up here giving you the evil eye for not making sure his son eats.” Neville says with a smile on his face.
“Dammit, I hate when Sev goes all mother hen. But it’s funny when it frustrates Harry.” Draco says, making the guys laugh. That is the scene Harry walks in on.
“What are you guys laughing at?” he asks.
They all stop what they are doing and focus on their boss and friend. “We are discussing what to eat before the Burke arrives. Do you have any idea what they serve around here?”
“We can only know the answer, if we ask the question.” Drawls Neville.
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A half an hour later, they are having a healthy meal, pizza for the PACU team and salad and sandwiches for the BAU team. When Fred returns, he looks haggard and quietly informs Harry that there are too many dark artifacts in those vaults and he sent an owl to Bill asking him to come and help him out. The Goblins will let him know when Bill is set to arrive. Their lunch is interrupted by a phone call from the front desk announcing the arrival of the same two Aurors that Harry, Neville and Draco saw at Gringotts. Burke is between them, one of his hands cuffed to the wrist of the Auror on either side of him. His movement very limited unless he drags both Aurors along with him.
“Lord Potter-Black, Heir Malfoy and Lord Longbottom, it is a pleasure to see you all again.” The female Auror, Fiona Jones, greets. She and her partner, Gary Michaels, had overheard a couple of goblins talking just before they left the bank about how lucky they had been that Harry Potter, along with Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom, had been there to protect the bank. They had known Harry had been there but hadn’t known who the other two-polyjuiced people were.
She does not notice Harry flinching, but the other members do.
What the hell, he is a Lord too? Thinks Aaron. What else is my Little One hiding from me? And the respect he garners from these Aurors.
“Please Auror...”
“Jones and Michaels,” the blond says pointing to herself then to her partner. The redhead stares in awe at Harry completely speechless being in the presence of his hero.
Harry ignores the worshipful look on the male’s face.“Very well Auror Jones, we do not stand on formalities. I prefer Harry as do the rest of my team. Please call them by their first names.”
Before she can answer, Burke speaks up. “Well, well, what do we have here? The son of a murderous whore,” he declares looking at Blaise. “The son of a traitorous spy,” he turns and looks at Draco. “Two blood traitors,” then turns to the twins. “A scared little puss that has finally crawled out from under his granny’s knickers,” He says to Neville. “All led by a murdering half blood.” He declares, looking straight at Harry.
No one sees it coming; in an instant the always cool, calm and collective Neville jumps up from his seat and punches Burke in the face, almost breaking his jaw. All in the bullpen hears a resounding smack as fist meets jaw. If not for the fact that Burke is cuffed to both Aurors, he would have hit the ground.
Blaise is the first to react and pulls Neville away from Burke. Burke laughs, “It seems I was wrong, Longbottom does have some spunk, we could have used you when the Dark Lord was alive. Maybe when he...”
“I would advise you to keep your bloody mouth shut.” Harry tells him, he then looks back at Neville who seems to be frothing at the mouth like a feral dog. “Get him into the interrogation room.” He says turning back to Jones and Michaels.
Spencer is the only who does not seem shocked anymore by Neville’s display. “This way.” He tells them. And with that the Aurors and Burke follow him out of the bullpen, leaving the rest behind.
“Neville, mate? Why did you hit him? We are all used to the insults, it is nothing new.” Blaise asks him as they watch Burke walk away with the Aurors.
They can tell Neville is trying to calm down, he jerks himself from Blaise’s grasp and walks away. “He was there that night.” He says to them.
“What night?” Draco asks in confusion, the rest of his friends are equally puzzled.
“That night, the night Bellatrix, the LeStrange and Crouch tortured my parents. He was fucking there!”
The PACU team is silent; no one knows what to say. The ones that tortured Neville’s parents were long since gone or so they thought.
“How do you know?” Harry asks him, seeing the look on Neville’s face, he responds quickly. “Not that I doubt you Nev. We knew about the others but not that there was someone else there.”
Neville for his part feels frustrated. “I don’t know to explain it, Harry, but his voice triggered a memory. You know how you say that you can remember when Voldemort killed your parents and you can see certain things, hear your mother begging him to kill her not you?” Harry nods his head. “Well, I remember him now, after hearing his voice. I will never forget it now he was there. I was crying for my parents and he cut me to make me stop. Without the doctor Gran brought me to, I would still have the scar. I need you to get him to admit it Harry.” Neville turns and looks at his friend and brother. “I need to know I am not crazy.”
Harry pulls Neville into a hug, “I will, you have my word.” Neville nods his head and steps back a bit to kiss Harry on the forehead then walks away.
“Alright enough,” says Harry. They have to get back to the matter at hand. “We have a prisoner to terrify, I mean interrogate. So what do we know about Burke?”
George speaks up, “Lord Marcus Burke was not a known Death Eater, although his parents were strong supporters of Riddle during both wars. He and his parents including his wife, went missing from Britain after the return of Riddle. They were presumed dead but as you can see he is very much alive. His parents must still be alive as well; they are on the list of people who transferred funds into Nott’s account. Marcus has no children but has certain proclivities.”
“What do you mean?” Asks Draco.
“He likes them young, very young. There are reports of alleged kidnapping and presumably the rape and murder of three little girls and one boy under the age of fifteen in the United States but nothing was proven.” Continues Garcia.
George adds, “I haven't had time yet to find all his victims but I have a feeling we'll find a long trail of victims in England as well.” Recalling what he’d see on England’s criminal database, he says, “He is a person of interest in the kidnapping and suspected murder of two little girls and two boys. Again without bodies, law enforcement can only assume the children are deceased. But I suspect there are a lot more victims he hasn’t been connected to yet still out there.”
“What about his wife?” Asks Blaise. “How old is she?”
George continues, “Their marriage was arranged, she’s from an influential family from France with lots of money. She was older than he was expecting, many were surprised the marriage lasted as long as it did.”
“You said was, are we to assume she is dead.” Aaron asks.
“Yes, according to the bank notes she died three years ago, leaving her mass fortune to Burke. Coincidentally, two little girls went missing not long after her death.” Garcia answers. “Authorities could never link him to the kidnappings though.”
“So not only are we dealing with a Death Eater as you call them but a pedophile?” asks Morgan.
“It looks that way.” Says Harry, who seems to be in deep thought. “Do you have pictures of the girls that went missing?”
“I knew you would ask that, Hart,” George says pulling out a folder from his bag. “So I made sure to get pictures for you.”
Nodding his head, “Thanks George. Ok, next question, what are his fears?”
This has George laughing out loud and the BAU team looking at them as if they have lost their mind. Why would they need to know what the man’s fears are and how did they find out his fears?
“Nagini,” is all George says.
That brings a Machiavellian smile to Harry’s lips. Then he turns to Blaise, “Are you up for some fun, Blaise?”
“The man called my mother a murderous whore. A whore she may be but a murderer she is not. Not her fault all her husbands died mysteriously. So let’s get the fun underway. Plus if he did what we are thinking to Neville I want a piece of his ass, and not in a good way.”
Harry smiles and nods his head. Burke is a dead man, then he turns to Aaron and his team who look a bit shell shocked. “Whatever you see or hear do not interrupt. I know that will be hard for you guys but we have certain methods that will not only get us the information that we need in regards to Theo, but will have him confessing about the missing children.” Harry can see that Aaron wants to protest to his request but nevertheless relents in the end.
When they all make it to the viewing room, they can see Burke sitting at the table with his hands and feet cuffed. Jones and Michaels are standing outside the door, guarding it. Harry is about to open the door when Jones stopped him. “Sir, we have a message for you.” She pulls out a sealed envelope with a waxed Minister's seal on the back. Harry takes it, opening it and reading it.
Lord Potter-Black,
  I have spoken with Minister Kingsley and it seem this case is different from all the others you and your team have overseen. If the need arises, you and your team are allowed to break the Statute of Secrecy Law without any repercussions. We are ever grateful for your help in ridding our world of an evil that is willing to destroy anything and anyone in his path.
Respectfully
Minister Clint Colson,
American Minister of Magic.
Harry passes the note to Draco, who then passes it to Blaise and so forth. They all read the note then look at Harry for direction.
“It’s up to you, Boss.” Drawls Blaise.
“It could make things a lot easier. This case has taken things to a whole different level in just a single day.” Harry exclaims. “How about this, why don’t we talk about it later and decide what to do then. For now let’s get this over with, I’m knackered.”
They all nod their heads in agreement. Harry then turns to look at the BAU team who again looks like they stepped in a version of the twilight zone, with all the secrets the PACU are keeping from them.
“Do we need to discuss something?” Aaron inquires.
Harry shakes his head, “Not at this time, our superiors just gave us some leeway on something and we feel the need to talk about it first. Just remember whatever happens, do not interrupt.”
Skepticism and curiosity mar Aaron’s face but again he relents. Harry has a feeling they will be talking about certain things tonight even if they are trying to keep work out of the bedroom. Harry then walks over to Draco, pulling him aside whispering in his ear that if he sees that he and Blaise are not getting the answers they want, that Draco should get his invisibility cloak, have one of the twins distract the BAU team and sneak into the room. Once inside, Draco can use the unforgivable curse, imperius, on Burke so that way he is forced to tell them what he knows.
Draco agrees, then Harry and Blaise walks into the interrogation room. Harry has the file George gave him in his hand, instead of saying anything he throws the file down on the table; it makes a loud smacking sound. This makes Burke jump in his seat; the chains jingle making him realize he is handcuffed to the table.
Harry moves to the furthest corner of the room, and hisses to Attor. {My Little One, get down and stay in the corner. Stay in view of the one that is chained to the table. I want you to stay on guard in case I want you to attack}
{Yessss, masssster}
Once his new pet is settled, he walks closer to the table and sits down. He does nothing but stare at Burke, letting Blaise take the lead. Blaise opens the file, on top is a picture of a little girl; Harry guesses her age to be about thirteen. Burke looks down at the file, his eyes widen for a bit then go back to normal.
“Why are you showing me this?” Burke asks.
Blaise steeples his fingers together and stares at Burke not saying anything, it is a tactic of his. First, he comes off very passive and understanding and then he strikes like a tiger once he has them off guard. But for some reason Blaise is changing his tactics. Harry can only guess how he feels and thinks at this moment after knowing this man hurt someone he considers family. The Zabini’s are like the muggle mafia, once you are a part of their family death is the only way to leave their family. Harry fees privilege to be a part of their clan.
“I don’t know Burke,” He says, shrugging his shoulders. “You tell me. You see originally we just wanted to know what you were doing with Theo Nott at the bank but now your name.” He says picking up picture after picture showing the missing children. “Was flagged for these missing girls and boys. You have been a very bad, bad boy.” Harry declares.
Blaise interrupts, “Do you know what you can find out with the ingenuity of technology?” Burke shakes his head. “Well let me tell you, we know everything. We know what you did to those children. CHILDREN you sick son of a bitch!.”
Blaise gets up then grabs him by the collar, pulling his face moved closer to him so only he and Harry can hear him. “You know what I wish?” he growls to Burke, who shakes his head no. “I wish your precious Dark Lord were alive so I could watch him crucio you, mercilessly and repeatedly, the same way you raped those kids.”
Blaise shoves him hard away from his face Burke almost falls backwards. Harry does not make a move to stop him. Burke reaches out and grasps the table to keep himself from falling.
Blaise once again looks calm, his Slytherin mask slips into place. “I’m going to ask you again, do you know what we can find out with the insight of technology?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Zabini.” Burke snaps.
In the corner Attor hisses, Blaise and Harry ignore him.
“Did you hear that?” Burke asks, looking around the room as best he could.
“Answer my question.” Blaise demands. “These kids were raped and tortured. Was it by your own doing or was is on the orders of Voldemort?” Blaise asks Burke.
Burke flinches at hearing Voldemort’s name. “You are not worthy to say his name.”
“Voldemort, Voldiepants, Voldiefuck, any which way I say his name, he is dead and never coming back.” Harry gloats, “I made sure of that, now answer the bloody question.”
At hearing the agitation in his Master’s voice, Attor slithers closer to Burke hissing as he goes. {Master, can I please bite him, his stench annoys me}
Harry wishes he could answer the snake or even snicker. Attor is not kidding; at just the mention of Voldemort’s name the idiot pissed his pants. “Blaise, I think the fool pissed himself, does Voldemort still have that much of a hold on him that even the mere mention of his name would scare him that badly?” Harry then gets up from his chair then walks behind Burke bending down to speak in his ear. “The person you need to be more afraid of is me.”
{Come My Little One, I have a job for you. Wrap yourself around his leg and stomach stay out of site from the other humans, when you smell he is no longer in fear of you squeeze him tightly but do not kill him. We still need him to talk.}
Burke starts whimpering as Harry hisses in his ear speaking to his pet. Burke starts crying when he feels the snake slither up his leg then settle on his stomach. “Please! Get it off me, please, I will tell you anything you want to know, just don’t let it bite me.”
Both Blaise and Harry look at him as if he has gone mental. Pretending they do not know a snake just scared the crap “literally” out of the man. With a shaky voice and trying not to look down at his lap he asks desperately, Harry walks back over to his chair sitting directly in front of Burke, “What do you want to know first?”
“Tell us about the little girls and about the little boys.” Blaise orders. Harry wishes he could say he feel bad for scaring Burke with his snake but he cannot. Harry feels he deserves to be put under Azkaban instead of in it after hearing the way he raped, molested, tortured and killed each and every little girl. He took his first victim when he attended Hogwarts, he marveled at the idea of taking a first year and not even the great Albus Dumbledore knew what was going on right under his nose.
Harry does not even want to think of what Burke did to the little boys. Harry is sick, sometimes in this job he wonders if he is making any difference by capturing and putting away people like Burke. Right now he does not have an answer. Harry can tell Burke enjoyed what he’d done. Even at this moment, scared out of his mind, he has no regrets. He even tells them where he buried the bodies.
When Burke is finished, he tells them his last victim was three weeks ago. Nott had helped him find his victim as a favor for letting him stay at his home. Burke clears his throat and asks for something thing to drink; he is parched from all of the talking. Harry and Blaise tell him no. They want to get this over and done with. Harry gets up and walks out of the interrogation room, leaving Blaise and Burke screaming at him.
“POTTER, GET THIS THING OFF OF ME PLEASE! I TOLD YOU I WOULD TELL YOU EVERYTHING!”
“Oh will you shut it, there is nothing on you and you’re giving me a blasted headache.” Blaise yells at him.
The interrogation room goes completely silent as Harry closes the door. When he steps out Aaron, Rossi and Draco are standing in the viewing room along with the two Aurors. He looked into Aaron’s face. “Jones, Michaels, get in touch with Minister Colson. Tell him everything we just heard, I doubt Burke will need a trial after this.”
“What do you mean, he just confessed to raping those little girls and not to mention the boys.” Rossi snaps. “Are you telling me you are letting him go?”
“Did I say he was being let go?” Harry hissed, “My government will prosecute him and let me tell you, he will not escape justice.”
Rossi nods, “I know, but once your government has its say, we want a crack at him.”
Harry nods his head, “We will gladly hand him over to you, if he is still alive.” Harry goes back into the room to see that Blaise has a smirk on his face. Harry can only guess what Attor has been up to while he was out of the room. “Ok Burke, now let’s focus on Nott. What did he want?”
“I...I don’t know what he wanted. He showed up to my home with a little girl in tow, giving her as a gift to me.” Burke answers.
“So you have no idea as to what he did back home, the fact that he killed his wife and child as well as other women?” Blaise drawls.
Burke gloats, “I didn’t say that. Despite his…gift…I could not afford to trust just anyone. I have to protect myself. Lord Nott didn’t want to talk about why he left England. It was simple enough to do a little research and discover he is wanted for murdering not only a number of useless muggles but also his own wife and child.”
“Did you confront him with your knowledge?” demands Harry.
Burke quirks a brow, looking smug, only to feel Attor tighten around him warningly. His attitude drops and he stutters, “I t--told him what I knew. Lord Nott did not seem concerned with my knowing. He knew I would never tell anyone; not with what I've done. He told me not to concern myself with his affairs, which he enforced with a crucio. I never asked about it or referred to it again.”
Blaise looks frustrated, Nott seems to be just as violent with his followers as Voldemort was. “So you know nothing about why he killed his family?”
Shaking his head, Burke replies, “No. I don’t know anything of the details of his family’s murders, nor do I know his motive. Maybe the bitch got lippy? From what I hear the only one the bitch would shut up for was Malfoy Jr. Maybe he finally gave her what she wanted and Lord Nott found out and killed. Anyway, what does it matter? They probably deserved it. Although, I could have had some fun with the boy...”
Harry and Blaise look at the man in disgust. This man is a monster and feels nothing: no guilt, no sorrow for senseless murders of all those innocents. Burke cares nothing for those he hurts, no remorse for what he does to them. Without even saying a word, Attor tightens his hold further. He can smell his Master’s distress and fury.
Burke squeals, terrified by the snake. “P--please! I’m doing everything you ask! Don’t let it hurt me again! Come on, Lord Potter. Please tell it not to hurt me. I watched the Dark Lord did the same thing to Pettigrew and others when he did not feel the need to use an unforgivable and since that day it has been my greatest fear to die that way. Tell it not to kill me, please.”
Hotch and Rossi look at each other confused, both mouth “It?” silently. A quick glance toward Draco and the two Aurors don’t give them any answers. Draco either has an excellent poker face or he doesn’t know who this “it” is. The two Aurors look a little confused though. They don’t seem to know who the “it” is either.
“Do not mention that rat’s name in my presence. Did those children beg for mercy the way you are begging now? Be grateful I don’t kill you here and now for what you did to them.” Harry growls.
Burke whimpers pathetically. “Okay! Okay! Please, just don’t let it bite me!” The last few words are whispered quietly and are indistinct enough that the microphone cannot pick them up. Only Harry and Blaise are able to hear his plea.
Harry barks, “Then answer our questions. We don’t want to hear your sick fantasies. Give us what we ask for.”
Getting the man back on track, Blaise asks, “Tell us what you know of Nott’s plans.”
Burke answers immediately, the threat of a bite too great for him to hesitate. “I don’t know. While I may agree with my parents that purebloods are superior, I am more concerned with my own...needs than the needs of our society. I do not care what Lord Nott plans to do. Shit, I didn't care what the Dark Lord wanted. I was bloody happy to get away from Britain.” He leans in closer as if what he has to say is a big secret. “ As long as he assisted in providing me with young, pure...partners, I was willing to do his bidding. He helped me I helped him. That is all it is. I scratch your back, you scratch mine as the muggles say.”
“If you didn’t care so much about what Voldemort believed in, why did you go to the Longbottom home that night?”
Burke is silent for a few seconds, “So he finally remembers.” He states, “That night we were all on edge, we knew the Dark Lord was going to kill you but Bella wanted to ensure that Longbottom could not be the next prophesied child. Plus, she wanted to stay in his favor and his bed. I on the other hand, was looking for the approval of my father. Do you know what it is like to live in the shadow of your father? You might know Potter, Zabini however, when you figure out who your father actually is you might know.”
“Get to the fucking point Burke!” Harry snaps at him.
“Where was I? Oh yes, my father. Do you know what the other Death Eaters called him? Tooth, a silly name I know. But he was a dentist and prided himself on his torture techniques. It was the only muggle thing he learned to do. Have you ever had your teeth pulled out of your mouth without a numbing potion or gel? Not the most pleasant thing, I can assure you. Well, back to that night. I wanted to make a name for myself, make Daddy proud, show him I could torture and kill with the best of them. When we got to the Longbottom’s home, Bella was high on power; she and the others wasted no time going after Lord and Lady Longbottom but I set my sights on someone else.” He stops talking and for a second his eyes glaze over as if remembering that night as if it was yesterday. Harry and Blaise do not have to guess who he sets his sight on.
“What did you do to him?” Harry yells, getting up from his chair. “What did you fucking do to him? He was only a baby, you sick son of a bitch.”
“He would have been my first prey, I only tortured him a little.” He tells them. “I wonder if he still has the scar I gave him? He was such an adorable child, chubby cheeks. I wanted to do nothing but kiss him and fu…”
He does not get to finish his words as Harry silences him wordlessly and wandlessly. {Go for his neck, Little One, fill him with your venom. I want him to die slowly}
Attor wastes no time, staying out of the sight of the other humans he slithers up Burke’s back.. Harry walks over and stands behind him, putting a hand around his neck, almost as if he is about to squeeze the life out of him. This will cover any reaction Burke gives as Attor bites him. Blaise remains seated, he makes no effort to move or help the man.
“You know what I wish Burke? I wish I could watch you die slowly for all the things you have done to every little boy and girl you abused. Especially Neville. I wish I was the one taking you back to Britain, a trial is a waste of time and money for scum like you.” Burke trembles at the feeling of the snake slithering on him. Attor sinks his fangs into his neck, slowly flooding the man’s blood stream with his poison. The sharpness of the snake’s fangs piercing his flesh makes him want to scream but he cannot. He wants to move his hand to the back of his neck but a hand stops him. He looks down to see Potter’s hand on his. His life is over; he will die soon from the poison.
{It is done massster, he will die slowly and painfully.} Attor tells him as he slithers back up and around Harry’s body. {Hissss sssskin tasssstess vile masssster. It isssss my pleasssure to killsssss him} Harry makes sure the notice me not charm is firmly in place. He can feel the contentment resonating off his little snake. Harry will make certain he has the fattest mouse for dinner tonight as a reward for a job well done.
The viewing room is very tense; Aaron, David, Draco, and the two Aurors are visibly upset by the callousness Marcus Burke shows. Draco hears the hisses but pretends it is nothing. He doesn't react when he hears Aaron ask Rossi if he hears that sound, the one that makes it sound like there is a snake is in the room with them. But their attention is taken away when like a true sociopath Burke begins to laugh.
There is nothing else Burke can tell them. His own personal crimes are staggering to say the least. The countless innocent children that suffered at his merciless hand is a tragedy that not even his painful death can mend. The children’s families will be forever marred by the death of their child’s senseless murder. He might not have raped Neville but the physical and emotional scars he left are evident. This case is no longer about one man; it is about long kept secrets that are finally being revealed. The Wizarding world may be healing but it’s people are far from recovered. They need to find Nott. They can only hope the rest of the attackers can provide more information about Nott.
Harry wishes Burke knew more but the selfish pedophile only cared about getting new victims. It is doubtful he is hiding anything, the coward is too afraid of Attor. Burke’s fear of the snake had been apparent the first moment he had felt Attor on him; the threat of the snake is enough to make him spill everything he knows. Harry cancels the silencing charm and leans close to Burke’s ear, “You better be telling us everything or else…”
“Or else what Potter? You've already condemned me to death after I leave here. I will never see the light of day again. I have nothing to fucking lose. I can reveal every fucking thing now, all thanks to the Boy Who Lived. You broke your promise.” He snaps.
“I have just a couple more questions for you Burke, then I want you out of my fucking sight.” Harry snaps. “How were you not captured by the Aurors that night.”
“While Bella, the LeStrange and Crouch was enjoying themselves torturing Longbottoms parents. I was in another room, with my new obsession leaving my mark so later when he grew into the handsome boy I knew he would, he would bear my mark. When I heard the Aurors and the rest dueling, I fled and left them to fend for themselves.” He looks at Harry then Blaise leans forward. “I know what your next question is, and no I don’t know why they did not mention I went with them. They were all out of their minds anyway.”
Harry and Blaise stares at him, “How?” Blaise asks.
“How what?” Burke responds
“How do you sleep at night after all the things you have done.” Blaise growls at him.
“Easy, with my eyes closed.” Burke drawls.
Harry and Blaise shake their head in disbelief, were all of Voldemort's followers this maniacal or were they just bat shit crazy. Harry and Blaise thinks to themselves.
Burke, starts to sweat and shake just a bit, Harry can tell the poison is starting to do its job. One consolation, the bastard will be dead far before he ever reaches British soil.
“Why did you let it bite me Potter? I was going to die anyway but I still had sometime. You promised me.” Burke says with his voice trembling.
“I promised you nothing, Burke.” Harry and Blaise exit the interrogation room, meeting the two Aurors, Draco, Rossi, and Hotch. Harry nods at the Aurors, “The bastard is all yours now.”
They acknowledge his orders, the male secures the prisoner, while the female says, “Thank you. We will be escorting him back to England. He will be tried for his crimes there.”
Rossi watches the exchange, “Don’t let him escape. He’s a predator. He won’t ever stop.”
The male Auror answers seriously, “We know, Sir. We promise, he won’t ever be free again. He won’t harm another child.”
With that the Aurors take Burke away.
Aaron says, “He didn't know much.”
“No. But we still have three others to interview, as well as all the financial backers. Someone will know something, ” states Blaise. “He gave us what we needed to give Neville some closure at least.” Everyone in the viewing room agrees.
Harry and Aaron look at each other, boss to boss. It has been a long day. “How about we take break for the night? It will be another full day tomorrow,” Aaron says.
Agreeing, they all walk toward the conference room. Halfway in and halfway out the door, Harry grabs onto Draco’s arm holding him back to talk with him privately. “Draco, I have an idea.”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“You are going to need help with all those journals we got from Theo’s vaults. Reading them might give us some more clues to his plans.” Draco nods his head in agreement. “Well, here is what I think. We have permission to tell the BAU team about us and what we can do. What if we tell Dr. Reid first, see how he responds. If he is amicable then we let him help you with the journals, if not we obliviate him and everyone splits the time reading them with you while working on the case.”
Draco seems to think about what Harry has said. “That is not a bad idea, the question is how do we get him alone?”
Harry smiles, “Well I notice that you and Dr. Reid are of like mind. You guys start talking about this and that and the BAU team zones out just like the rest of us.” Harry laughs when he sees the look on Draco’s face.
“One day I'm going to tie you down and force you to listen to one of my lectures.” Draco says in a huff. “And to make it worse, I'm going to get dear old Pere to help me.” Severus is very much an academic and like Draco and Spencer is known for rambling endlessly on about his academic interests.
Harry laughs more at the idea, “I don't doubt it, but for right now when the opportunity arises, why don't you start talking with Dr. Reid about his book. That should either clear everyone out of the conference room or bore them to death. In any case, we should be able to talk with him alone.”
Draco nods his head just as Aaron sticks his head in the door, “Are you guys coming?”
“Yeah,” Harry answers. “Draco just wanted to make sure I was ok.” He is not sure why he said that. Maybe it is his submissive side assuring the Dom in Aaron.
Draco turns and looks at Harry, watching him as he watches Agent Hotchner leave the room. Harry’s cheeks are red with a blush. Draco wonders why, does Harry have a crush on the older man? He will have to watch how they interact with each other as the case progresses. It would not be such a bad thing if his little brother got laid every once in a while or Merlin forbid fall in love and finally have an heir to get Severus and the entire Wizarding world off his back.
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