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Fire and Ice	By : Original-Sin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter contributed by : iluvmysato

Chapter 7:

Harry was sitting at his desk drinking another cup of black coffee busy reviewing the latest autopsy reports then cross-referencing them against his notes, when he was interrupted by someone walking into his cubicle unannounced. Lifting his head, he glared at the intruder and inwardly growled when he saw who it was. He had secretly been hoping that his new partner would forget to show up or get lost, but no such luck.

"Harry Potter!"
Auror Cormac McLaggen towered over Harry's cluttered desk and stuck his hand out to shake the younger Auror's hand. Sticking out his available hand, Harry shook McLaggen’s while carefully holding on to the cup of coffee with his other one and trying not to let any of the liquid drip down onto his paperwork.

"It's been a long time mate." McLaggen said smiling as he continued shaking Harry's hand, "I can't tell you how happy I am that we are going to be working together on this case. When Robards told me, I was ecstatic, who would think that after all these years of working in the Auror Department I would finally have the chance of solving something this big! And with you of all people."

As he grasped the other's hand, Harry thought it felt clammy. When McLaggen finally released it, he had to resist the urge to wipe his own palm on the leg of his jeans. He put his cup down and stood up gesturing to a side table in his cubicle that had been set up for their meeting. Neatly laid out on it, were copies of everything that pertained to the case, including copies of his own notes and profiles of the killer, detailing his thoughts on the suspects behavior along with his evaluations.

"These are your copies, I want you to take them back to your office and familiarize yourself with every aspect of this case. If you have any questions, send me an interdepartmental memo and I will get back to you. You are to make notes of the case based on your own evaluation of everything in these files. I want you to re-interview the witnesses, then go back to the crime scenes and look around for any further clues that I might have missed. When you are done with that, I want you to put together your own profile of the killers so we can compare it against mine. We will meet again at the end of the week to discuss your findings and come up with a new profile."

As he talked, Harry started passing the files to the taller Auror and noticed how he had a frown on his face, as he stacked them in his arms. The man looked confused and rather put out so Harry thought it was probably because he hadn't offered him a cup of coffee and asked him to sit down.

"Is there something wrong, Auror McLaggen?"
Harry asked as he remembered his sixth year and the Keeper tryouts.
'Some things never change,' Harry told himself, 'and he's just as full of himself now as he was then.'

"I thought we would be working together, you know, sharing office space while we figured these killings out."

Harry just barely stopped himself from snorting a nasty reply and instead asked, "Didn't Robards explain to you how I work?"

McLaggen shook his head and looked confused, for just a brief moment Harry actually took pity on him. After all, he did go to Robards and ask for help, so what did he expect.

"Look Cormac, I just like my privacy, that's all. It's nothing personal against you, nor does it have anything to do with your work history or ability to handle this case. It's just that I can focus easier on the job at hand without having someone sitting across from me asking questions every few seconds or disrupting my train of thought."

Cormac had a determined look on his face and tried changing Harry's mind by saying, "I still don't understand why we can't share this cubicle together. I mean, wouldn't it be easier having me here working beside you instead of having to send back and forth those damned flying memos. I hate those blasted things; they annoy the hell out of me."

He thought the man was actually going to have the gall to put the files back on the table and sit down in one of the vacant chairs, but before he had the chance to do so Harry said, "I did ask for assistance in solving this case, but I prefer to work alone and in my own space. I do better and can concentrate more effectively this way. Like I said, it's nothing personal; it's just me and the way I like to work. We'll still be a team, just not share our workspace together. I promise it will be more productive that way. Trust me on this issue Cormac, ask anyone else in the Department and they will tell you that's how I like to work."

"All right, Auror Potter, if that's how you want to handle things. I guess I have no choice in the matter then, as you are in charge of this case and I was told to report to you by our Superior. I still don't understand though, since I am one of the best Aurors available and can out do anyone in a duel. Why just a month ago...."

Sighing, Harry thought, 'Why did I ever ask Robards for help in the first place? Of all the Aurors in the Department he could have possibly assigned to help me, it had to be this Bullock.' He mentally blocked out everything McLaggen was saying and walked back over to his desk signally the end of the meeting.
"I'll see you again in a few days, we will spend it together then going over everything. If you have any questions or find something new, let me know right away."

Harry was thankful he didn't have to shake that clammy hand again since McLaggen's arms were full of files, piled up to his chin which he was using to keep them from falling down on the floor.

"It will be nice working with you Cormac. I'm looking forward to it and know you will be an asset in helping me solve these murders and bringing the culprits to justice, to face the punishment they deserve."

When Harry's eyes made direct contact with the older Auror's, the look that McLaggen gave him would have chilled any other Wizard to the bone. And for just a moment, Harry almost took a step back in shock, but the feeling was gone as he saw a faint smile appear on that handsome face. Taking a deep swallow, he thought, 'Wow... that was rather creepy, I must have imagined it. It was probably just the desk lamp, casting a shadow across his face that gave the impression he was looking at me like he wanted to kill me.'

"I'll get to work on this right away Harry. Don't worry, with my help, together we will catch them before they strike again, that's a promise."

He was gone before Harry even had a chance to blink.

***

Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop

Hermione Weasley, sat alone at a corner table with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits in front of her. It was Tuesday around noon, and her companion had yet to arrive. She was just about to stand and go to the ladies room when a red headed woman placed a hand bag on the table.

"Sorry I'm late Mione, practice ran later than usual. Hope you haven't been waiting too long." said a breathless looking Ginevra Potter, as she leaned down to kiss her sister-in-law and friend on the cheek.

"Not at all, I was just about to go and freshen up a bit in the ladies room that's all."
Hermione smiled and gestured for Ginny to take a seat.
"I ordered tea; help yourself until I get back." Standing up, she headed to the back of the shop.

Settling down, Ginny poured herself a cup of tea. She was feeling anxious about the conversation they would be having. Hermione and she didn't usually meet on such short notice, but there was something important Ginny needed to talk about with her. Sighing into her cup of tea, she picked up a biscuit and took a bite. There was the sound of a chair being pulled out, and Hermione sat back down.

"So Ginny, why the sudden meeting? You sounded stressed over the floo the other day and what's with that message you sent to me by Harry last week, I never had a Doctor's appointment?"
Looking at Ginny with a worried but suspicious look she continued, "Ginny, what is going on? Why weren't you at the station when the kids left for school?"
The fact that Ginny hadn't seen Albus off to his first year of Hogwarts had perplexed and annoyed her. After she had joined the Holyhead Harpies, Ginny had changed, she had distanced herself from the family, and was rarely seen with Harry anymore; and being the nosy Witch she was, Hermione wanted answers.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there, Mione. We had a very important meeting that day, and I couldn't miss it not even to see Al off to Hogwart’s for his first year.”Ginny answered sheepishly, knowing that would just piss off her sister-in-law. Trying to appease the situation she spoke quickly, "I know I lied to Harry, but I needed an excuse to meet with you, without him asking the reason. You see I have an appointment with my Healer today, and I want you to accompany me."
Taking a sip from her tea, Ginny regarded the older woman.

"Hmmm..." Sipping some of her own tea, Hermione contemplated on Ginny's words, 'Something is not right here... she is hiding something from me, but what?' Placing the cup on the table, she sat up straight."And why would you hide an appointment with the Healer from Harry, Ginny? He is your husband. Although, to tell you the truth, I haven't seen you two acting like a married couple in a while..."

Perking up at Hermione's words, Ginny tried to smooth talk her way out of it, "Well we are both very busy people, Mione. Certainly you can't expect us to always be together?"

"Ron and I, are busy people too Ginny, yet we still make time for family activities. When was the last time you visited the Burrow?"

Hermione knew that was a low blow, but it was the only way to get through to Ginny. Other than her Quidditch public appearances, they barely saw her anymore at family gatherings at the Burrow. She knew Ginny’s relationship with her mum, Molly, was one of the most important things in her life other than Harry and Albus.

"I visit mum when I can Mione, in fact, I had planned on going over there tomorrow."

Feeling affronted by Hermione's words, she took on the defensive.

"If you say so. Now then, why do you have this appointment with the Healer, is there something wrong? You look healthy. In fact, you seem to have a glow to yourself. Almost as if you were..."
Hermione let out a gasp,
"Ginny... are you, pregnant?"

Looking like a deer caught in headlights, Ginny bowed her head. "I don't know for sure Mione, that's why I made the appointment."

Hermione frowned, why did Ginny look so stressed? Granted, she couldn't afford to be pregnant nor have a child right now, what with her playing for the Holyhead Harpies as one of the best Beaters they had seen in years and being at the top of her game... but still, there was something out of place here. If she suspected to be pregnant, why hide it from Harry. Unless... Hermione’s eye opened wide eyes at the realization, 'It can't be, Ginny wouldn't do such a thing! And least of all to Harry!' But... she has been spending a lot of time at practice.
"Ginny... are you…" for the first time in her life, Hermione was at a loss of words.

Hearing the stress in Hermione's voice, Ginny knew what she wanted to ask. Bracing herself for the confrontation she knew was to come, she looked the other woman directly in the eyes. "It is exactly what you are thinking Mione."
Taking a deep breath, Ginny waited for the outburst that was sure to take place. 'Thank Merlin this place is practically empty.'

"How... how could you do this to Harry, Ginny? What about your family, your parents? What will this do to Molly? You know she hasn’t been well lately. Don’t you think this is going to hurt all of them? What about your son? Oh, poor Albus! What is he going to think when he finds out his own mother could be pregnant with someone other than his beloved father’s child?"
Gasping for breath, Hermione tried to control the bile rising in her throat. In all the years she had known her sister-in-law, she had never thought her capable of something like adultery. Not the child of Molly Weasley, sure she knew Ginny to be money and fame hungry, but she thought her madly in love with Harry. How could she cheat on Harry! How could she betray him that way? Feeling a wave of protectiveness towards the man she had considered a brother since childhood, she couldn't stop herself and raised her hand slapping Ginny across the face.
A red hand print decorated Ginny's right cheek, with wide eyes she brought her hand to touch her wounded cheek and stare at Hermione. She winced at the murderous cold look the older woman leveled her with, sure she had cheated on Harry with another man, a man she loved, but Hermione was way out of line with hitting her! And in public!? If anyone saw it, what would they think?

Glaring at her from across the table Ginny stood up, "How dare you lay a hand on me! Who do you think you are! My mother?! What I do with my life is my business and mine alone! Not yours!"

Not wanting to lower herself to Ginny's level, Hermione remained seated. Looking up at the other woman she answered her, "Not my business? Then why would you confide in me? Did you expect me to accept you cheating on the man whom is practically my brother? There is no excuse for your actions Ginny! NO EXCUSE!"

Slamming her hands down on the table and not caring anymore who might see or overhear them, Ginny shouted. "I DON'T LOVE HIM ANYMORE! HE'S HARDLY THERE FOR ME! HE’S ALWAYS AWAY SOLVING CASES! HE HAS NO TIME FOR ME!"

By now the few patrons in the small tea shop were staring at their table and whispering.
'Damn them!' Ginny fumed

Scoffing at the woman's response, Hermione calmly spoke. "Then why not divorce him Ginny? It’s really very simple. You just file a petition and it's done. You are free to be with whomever you want, without hurting the people who love you!"

Still fuming, Ginny turned her head away, not being able to look Hermione in the eye.
"I couldn't do that to Mum, what would she think? It would destroy her!"

Raising an eyebrow at the pathetic excuse, Hermione said.
"Molly, Ginny? You're actually using Molly as your excuse to hide this affair? What is wrong with you? You know that she would eventually figure it out for herself, she’s not stupid. Did you ever even stop and think about what it would do to your Mum seeing Harry, who’s like a son to her, get hurt because of her own daughter’s selfishness? This LIE is what could kill her Ginny, not the truth. Oh, how could you do this to Harry? Betray him in this way. What do you think he is going to do when he finds about your little secret? He loves you! How do you think he will react?"

Silence was the only response Hermione got.

"Don't tell me... Oh, Merlin… he knows, Harry already knows? HE BLOODY KNOWS YOU HAVE BEEN CHEATING ON HIM?!"
Hermione couldn't contain her anger any longer. How in Merlin's name, could Harry still be with Ginny knowing she was sleeping with another man? Why?
The whole situation had been blown way out of proportion, 'I knew it would be bad, just not this bad...' Looking at the clock in the corner of the shop, Ginny read the time 1:45, 15 minutes to 2:00. 'DAMN! I can't miss the appointment.' Chancing a look at the now standing and fuming Hermione, Ginny spoke, "Look, Mione, I know this seems rude and out of line but there is nothing I can do about it right now. My appointment is at 2:00 and it's 1:46. Would you still go with me? I know you are angry, but please I can't go alone." Ginny pleaded.

Taking deep calming breaths, Hermione grabbed her bag from the back of the chair and deposited a few sickles on the table. Without looking at Ginny, she headed towards the door and walked outside waiting. Even though she was beyond pissed at the other woman, she needed to know the truth; she needed to know if Ginny was pregnant; for Harry's sake.

Adding a few more sickles on the table top as payment for the entire ruckus they had made, Ginny picked up her bag from the table and almost ran towards the door. Once outside the door, she saw Hermione standing there, and couldn't help but smile a little. Taking a few steps, she approached the other woman and extended her hand.

Hermione looked at the hand, not wanting to take it, but knowing there was no other way out she took it, and with a cracking sound they both disappeared.

***

St. Mungo's Healer's Office

They both landed inside a small waiting room, few chairs located in the corners and a small table in the middle of the room with maternity magazines on top. Letting go of Hermione's hand, Ginny gestured for her to take a seat as she headed towards the small window at the far end of the room, where a young lady with her hair tied in a bun sat behind the glass.

"Good afternoon, my name is Ginevra Weasley, I have an appointment with Healer Sullivan"

The secretary regarded Ginny, "Ah, yes Mrs. Weasley, the Healer is waiting for you. Right this way if you would." Pointing towards a door beside the glass partition, Ginny motioned for Hermione to follow her.

Leading them inside a small room, the secretary said "The Healer will be with you shortly, please take a seat."

Closing the door with a soft click, the secretary left them inside the room. Looking around, Hermione surveyed the room. It didn't look any different than the average Gynecologist office, with a desk and a bed ready for inspection. Glancing at Ginny, she noticed the woman looked frayed and nervous, 'She should be.' Taking a seat close to the desk, she took a magazine from the shelf in the corner and began to read.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and the Healer walked in. A young woman, no older than 30 smiled and greeted them, "Hello, I am Healer Sullivan, now which one of you would be Mrs. Weasley?"

Slightly confused, Hermione was about to answer when Ginny interrupted, "That would be me, I am Ginny Weasley." Perplexed, Hermione narrowed her eyes, 'Ha, still worried about the word getting out.'

"Alright then, if you would be so kind as to lay on the bed for me. So I can proceed with the check up." Motioning towards the bed, the Healer walked around it and waited.

Ginny nodded and went to the bed and laid down.

"Alright, you won't feel anything; I will just cast a few spells to see inside your womb." Healer Sullivan made a few motions with her wand, and pointed it at Ginny's stomach. Sure enough, a few second later the sound of a heartbeat could be heard inside the room, and a small projection floated on top of her abdomen. "Congratulations! Mrs. Weasley, you are two months pregnant!"

With a stricken look on her face, Ginny turn to Hermione, as if the sound of the heartbeat weren't shockingly enough, the look of pure disbelieve on Mione's face awoke her.

"I am pregnant."

***

Ravenclaw Common Room

Al and Scorpius were sitting together on the floor in front of the fireplace playing a game of Exploding Snap; laying next to them were the opened letters they had received from their families that morning. There were only a few other students hanging around the room; doing homework, playing games or just talking, but none were near them.

"So, Scorpius, what's life really like at your home?" Al asked his friend while keeping a close eye on his reaction. "I've just told you all about mine; including life at the Burrow. Now it's your turn."

Scorpius looked at Al, but said nothing and was trying desperately to keep from crying. He wanted to tell his best friend everything, even though he knew his mother wouldn't approve. Getting that letter from his father did make him feel better, it didn't say much but just the words, I am proud of you, were enough to make him think that his Father cared for him, maybe even loved him. He knew his Grandmother loved him; she told him all the time and showed it by spending quality time alone with him.

"She hurts me sometimes..." Scorpius whispered so softly that Al almost didn't hear what he said.

Al leaned closer and whispered back, "Who hurts you, Scorpius? It's ok you can trust me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Scorpius looked in his younger friend's green eyes and saw only concern reflected in them. He knew Albus cared for him and decided now was the time to tell him the truth about everything. They went upstairs together and walked into their empty dorm; Al locked the door and pulled out his wand saying, "Muffliato." Walking over to their bunk bed both boys sat down. Taking a deep breath, Scorpius let out everything, as Al listened carefully to his friend and held his hand as he talked, offering comfort when the other cried. When Scorpius was finished, he sobbed into his friend's shoulder while Albus promised himself that Mrs. Malfoy would pay for hurting his best friend. 'My father will see to it that justice is served and that mean woman goes to prison.' With a determination not fit for an 11 year old, Albus held his friend in a protective embrace.

***

Malfoy Manor

Narcissa was sitting on the settee in the Drawing Room pouring another cup of hot tea for her and Caleb, whom was next to her. This was their favorite spot to relax and talk. It was where they liked to meet, so they could have some privacy without being interrupted.

"I am so worried about him Caleb. He's only a child and probably doesn't understand why I don't do anything to help him. I feel so helpless! I wish I could knock some sense into my son, so he would open his eyes and see what is going on."

Narcissa put down the pot and leaned against Caleb's warm body, seeking strength, he wrapped his long arm around her shoulders drawing her close.

"Don't worry sweetheart, everything will be all right."

"Oh, how I wish you were right Caleb. He's such a sweet child and tries his best to please everyone. It's so heartbreaking to see him unhappy, and there is nothing I can do about it, other than giving him my love. I see the sadness in his eyes, the disappointment, whenever he tries to talk with Draco, and my son doesn't even acknowledge him. I have never caught Astoria physically beating my darling Scorpius, but I see the marks and how he flinches whenever she's around. In her presence, he never laughs or acts like a child should, instead he just withdraws into himself."

"Have you tried talking to Draco?"

"I can't come right out and say, 'Draco, your wife is beating your son, my Grandchild', not without solid proof. When I question the bruises, she always says Scorpius is accident prone, that he either fell or ran into the rose bushes with his broom."

Succumbing to her sadness, she started crying. Kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back gently, Caleb said, "It will be ok Cissa, we will figure something out and help Scorpius before its too late."

With tear-filled eyes, Narcissa looked up at him and whispered in his ear. "We have to stop that bitch from hurting Scorpius ever again. When he comes home for Christmas, we have to protect him!"

"We will, my precious Cissa, don't worry. I promise you, we will."

***

Draco stretched and rolled over in his bed slowly opening his eyes, only to curse and shut them again when the bright morning sun hit them, causing his head to hurt even more.

"Damn it, who left the fucking curtains open?"

He buried his face in the downy soft pillow and pulled the blanket back up over his head, enjoying the brief respite the darkness gave his headache.

"Diddy!" Draco yelled.

A small faint pop sounded in his bedroom, and Draco heard the voice of his house-elf saying, "Yes, Master Draco, what may Diddy do for you?"

"Bring me a large glass of water." Draco ordered still hiding under his blankets. "Oh, and also bring a large glass of orange juice as well." He would have asked for some tomato juice instead, but he just hated the stuff.

"Yes, Master Draco, I will be right back with your drinks."

Draco heard another pop and then the elf was gone. As he waited for his servant to bring him his drinks, he started thinking about the dream he had last night. In it he was making love to a man, a mystery lover, whom was giving him the best sex he had ever had. He couldn't make out the face, it was covered by a dark shadow, but the young man was lean and muscular, with six-pack abs, and the most delectable round virgin ass he had ever fucked. He remembered running his hands through soft thick hair, grabbing a fist full of it to hold him in place while he....

Another pop sounded, disturbing Draco's thoughts, "Here are the drinks you requested Master Draco. Would you be needing Diddy to get you anything else?"

Draco tossed off the blankets and sat up, he glaring at the elf for interrupting his daydreaming, then cursed and pulled the blankets back up over his head. "Leave the damn glasses on my table and go!"

"Yes, Master Draco." Said Diddy in a frantic voice.

He heard the blasted pop again and his hand reached from under the blanket for the first glass. After finishing his drinks, he crawled out of the bed and went into the bathroom to take a nice long cold shower. As the water ran over his body, images of his mystery lover flashed across in his mind. One hand trailed south and he groaned as it reached his rapidly swelling penis. Groaning, he threw his head back while pulling on his shaft vigorously. Droplets of white liquid landed at his feet, shuddering slightly, he took a shaky breath and finished his shower. Spelling himself dry, he decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron for something to eat.

***

The Leaky Cauldron

Draco was reading the Daily Prophet and enjoying his Brunch of Muesli with Yogurt and Fresh Fruit & Honey, when he was interrupted by the door opening. In walked the last man he ever wanted to see again. 'Seriously this is getting ridiculous!' he thought, but then a wicked idea came to his mind, 'Well, I guess I could have a little fun with him while he's here, why not, I deserve to have some fun after that blasted hangover I suffered through. I just hope there is a photographer from the Prophet sitting around here to get a picture of it.'

Harry had decided he needed some fresh air after spending all morning working on the Serial Killer case and not getting anywhere with it. It probably didn't help that he was totally pissed off by the fact that Robards had assigned McLaggen to help him. 'What the hell was he thinking? Nobody works with that conceited bastard, and as far as I know, he's never worked a case like this one or ever even solved a murder case.'

He was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice the blond sitting at the table he was walking by, until he felt his foot hit something and he went flying.

"What the hell..." Harry yelped as he found himself soaring through the air, grabbing at the first thing he could get his hand on to try and stop his flight. Unfortunately it was Draco Malfoy, and somehow Harry managed to pull him out of his chair and with him towards the floor, they both landed in a tangle of limbs and food.

"POTTER!... YOU PERVERT!... WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?...YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS SUIT, IT'S AN ARMANI YOU STUPID FOOL... DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS SUIT COST ME? YOU BLOODY WANKER! YOU ARE STILL A CLUMSY OAF JUST LIKE YOU WERE AT HOGWART’S.”
Draco had food smeared all over his expensive suit and also bits and pieces of it stuck in his immaculate hair. To his horror, a just as messy Potter was splayed across his lap and he found himself getting turned on by it. His cock became uncomfortably hard and was brushing up against Potter's ass. 'Shit', he hissed to himself, 'This was not supposed to have happened. It was Potter who should have been made a fool of not me. Oh fuck, leave it to Scar Head to go and screw up my brilliant plan!'

Harry felt something hard rubbing up against his ass and remembered that night at the Three Broomsticks. He silently cursed the prick, 'Ah Shit... Fuck... Malfoy, I am going to kill you. You pompous shit-head!'

Harry stood up and used his wand to clean himself, and the mess on the floor, then he straightened the table and cleaned it off. He neglected to offer his assistance to the blond still sitting on the floor covered in food. There was a small crowd watching in amusement, but they had the courtesy to turn their eyes away when Draco looked at them with eyes that screamed murder.

"Malfoy, what the hell did you think you were doing? Do you know I could bring you in for assaulting an Auror?" Harry was standing over Draco, wand still drawn, as he looked down at him.

"What are you talking about Potter?" Draco spat. "I was minding my own business and eating my food in peace when you assaulted me!"

Harry eyed him knowing he was lying, but he just didn't have time to play these games. He had more important business to attend to and it was a mistake even coming here in the first place. He put his wand back in its holster and walked away. When he got to the door, he turned around and regarded Malfoy.

"Send me the bill."

Draco watched him walk out of the Inn still sitting on the floor as the other patrons and staff walked carefully around him. Carefully standing up, he pulled out his wand and spelled his own clothes clean. He then noticed a familiar blonde haired woman wearing glasses sitting over at a corner table, who was busily writing away at something on her table. Swearing to himself, Draco whispered, 'Rita Skeeter, just what I fucking need.'

Then he saw a few brazen patrons staring at him and said, "What the hell are you morons looking at!" They quickly averted their eyes and went back to eating their meals, while Draco exited the premises with his head held high.

***

Hours Later

Harry had just walked into his cubicle after meeting with Healer Matthews, again, and was standing over the table he had spread all the paperwork out on. He was looking over another report and had his back to the door, when he felt a presence in the office with him. Pulling out his wand, he turned and pointed it at the individual standing right behind him.

"McLaggen, what the hell are you doing sneaking up on me like that?" Harry demanded.

"I'm sorry Harry but it's important and I wanted to show this to you in person." Cormac apologized.

Harry put his wand away and looked up at him waiting for an explanation.

"I went to the latest crime scene and found something I think you will want to see."

"Well, out with then, what is it?" Harry was getting irritated and on top of that he was hungry and very tired.

McLaggen pulled out a sealed evidence bag and handed it to Harry with a huge smile on his face.

"It's a piece of clothing with human DNA on it that does not belong to the victims."

"Well, who in bloody buggering hell does it belong to?"

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