A/N Well my new story for you. Not sure how it happened but I seem to have started writing Dudley Harry fics completely by accident, oh well.
Dudley Dursley stood in the room looking at the grisly scene before him. Three murders at precisely the same time on the same day exactly one week apart and they still have no evidence, its as if the murderer just appears and and every one in the room just drops dead. The pathologist turned to Dudley and spoke.
"Sir, it's the same as the other two. No marks, no damage, nothing it's the perfect murder."
"Damn!" Dudley exclaimed "they will slip up. They have to." he did not sound convinced.
"Sir should I move the bodies?"
"No a team of experts from the Met are coming they should be here in a second. Don't know what they can do with no evidence though."
The pathologist slowly packed his equipment and had a few constables carry his cases out as Dudley stood as sentinel over the bodies. A commotion outside woke Dudley from his stupor, this would be them then he thought to himself. He had no idea why experts from London were required although it would be good to have the experience of metropolitan detectives to aid the investigation. The door behind him opened and a voice he seemed to recognise spoke.
"Good evening detective my name is…" he sopped as Dudley turned around and the two men looked into each others eyes.
"Harry?"
"Dudley? Since when did you become a detective?"
"Its not every day you get to see into your own soul." for a moment Dudley's words were lost to Harry until the memory of the Dementors came surging back.
"Well then introductions. This is Hermione Granger, expert on everything and is here representing the Unspeakables, because not even we have any idea how they are doing this." Dudley shook hands with Hermione, Then dismissed all the officers from the house.
"So Harry, how are you then." A nervous smile played on Dudleys lips, Harry turned and drew his wand to lock the door but Dudley suddenly ran for cover.
"Only locking the door big D." Smirked Harry knowing full well what reaction he would get.
"Gentlemen lets keep things professional. Now then Mr Dursley having you here makes things much easier we can get involved in the investigation without having to keep up appearances." Hermione was wandering around the room twirling her wand in complicated interlocking circles.
"Well this has us baffled." Dudley had regained his policeman's composure. "No forced entry, no marks on the body, no DNA or Hairs or flakes of skin, simply nothing." Dudley frowned.
"He's right they must have apperated in and out and somehow concealed any magic that they used." Hermione Replied
"What are these people to you, though?" Dudley asked.
"They have been killed using magic, we detected the spell every time, but the first two times we arrived on the scene within seconds, only to find you lot trying to smash the door down, nearly got a good man caught."
"They must have phoned the police then committed the murder so that our Aurors would get caught on the scene."
"How did you get on the case through the Met though?" Dudley needed to get all of the gaps filled in.
"Negotiated it with the Prime Minister. We need to get these murders solved soon, quicker then any of your lot can comprehend." Dudley ignored Harry's snipe at the Surrey police force.
"So what are your thoughts on this then, do you know anything we don't?"
"Well, there does not appear to be anything political about these murders and that's what we are most worried about. We're going to have to consolidate our notes at some point." Harry replied with only a slight frown as he invited Dudley to the interviews.
"Nothing more I can do Harry. Tried some experimental charms but nothing doing, again. I may as well leave, there is literally no evidence here, but let me think."
"Ok then then see you Friday, Ginny's cooking and I have been ordered to invite you." then with a brief goodbye Hermione disappeared home, leaving the house through the front door.
"So your a detective as well then, funny world." Dudley told Harry, not sure what to say Harry shrugged and and replied.
"Of a sort, I investigate and keep the peace, sort of detective and special forces rolled into one."
"Nice!" Dudley suddenly got excited and was obviously impressed.
"So then 9 o'clock Saturday I will meet you on Frazier street London, its near Lambeth North underground station." Harry turned to leave but an arm stopped him.
"I am a changed man you know, and I am sorry."
"That much is clear." replied Harry before leaving Dudley alone in the room with the corpse of a dead muggle.
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Harry climbed in to bed next to Ginny.
"You know who I saw today."
"No dear." said Ginny, paying little attention to her husband
"Dudley." This got her attention away from the Quibbler immediately.
"Where?"
"Leading the muggle police investigation."
"Well I never." she replied suddenly looking quite thoughtful, she put the Quibbler on her bed side table and snuggled in to the large Duvet. Harry leaned over her and began to kiss her forehead gently.
"Not tonight dear I have a match tomorrow and I need all the sleep I can get."
"I'm just going to ignore that you said that."
"Not that it would last long anyway." Ginny mumbled in to her pillow smirking.
"What was that dear?"
"Nothing darling, just wake me at eight." Harry turned the lights off and snuggled into Ginny. Both were fast asleep in minutes.
A/N Well hope you liked it! Big thanks to my Beta, you know who you are.