Sheriff Vernon Dursley was lounging back in a chair, puffing a cigar. It was a typical Sunday afternoon, and he wasn't expecting anything to happen when, out of the blue, the telephone rang. Grumbling, he sat up and reached over, grasping it in his sausage like fingers.

"This is the sheriff speaking," he ground out, hoping it was important.

A frantic, shrill, and somewhat crazed voice sounded out from the other end. "Oh, Sheriff Dursley, you must come at once!" The woman on the other end exclaimed, "Lord Riddle has been murdered there's a knife in his back and everything! Oh, please Sheriff Dursley, come quickly!"

A twinkle entered his eyes at the thought at arresting someone. "Alright, madame, where are you?"

"At Riddle Manor of course."

"I shall be there within the hour."

Dursley stood up, taking a long drag off cigar before putting it out. He pulled on his jacket and walked out of his office, informing the boy at the front desk he would be at Riddle Manor.

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Pulling up to the elaborate building, Sheriff Dursley hefted himself out of the small automobile he had driven the 10 miles to the Manor. A woman in a tattered dress and wild curls came rushing down the steps towards him.

"I assume you're the one who called, ma'am?"

"Oh yes, please come in, I have everyone who was in contact with Lord Riddle around this time of day in the drawing room."

"Very good, and you are?"

"I am Bellatrix, the head cook." They were at the drawing room by then and there was a small group of people. "This here is Severus Snape, he was the Lord's doctor." She was gesturing to a lank man with greasy hair and pale skin, all complimented by a overly large nose.

Said man looked up and sneered at the sheriff, "I don't know why I am here, I would not treat him if I wanted him dead."

"Oh? And just where were you when the murder happened?"

"I was preparing his medicines," was the curt reply.

Sheriff Dursley questioned everyone else in the room, compiling a list of who they were, what they did, and where they were when the murder happened.

Severus Snape, doctor, preparing medicine

Neville Longbottom, gardener, pruning the hedges

Harry Potter, Butler, collecting post

Peter Pettigrew, secondary Butler, preparing tea

Bellatrix Lestrange, head cook, found body

Glancing down at the list he looked up, he knew who it was, it was so easy he was gleeful. Stepping forward and taking out his pair of cuffs, he put them on the boy.

"I didn't do it! I swear I didn't do it!" Harry Potter explained trying to free himself from the sheriff's grasp.

"But you did! And do you want to know how I know it?" Dursley explained, smirking at the lad's fearful expression. Leaning down the the boy's ear he whispered, "There's no post on Sundays."

Fin