CSI: Wizarding World

Chapter 2 – LVPD

"This means…" Catherine paused to think for a second. "A very popular 'fictional' book character is our main suspect in a murder case?"

"Yes," Grissom nodded. "Hence my comment on how ridiculous this is."

Greg walked up to the Potter's front door and knocked three times. "LVPD, please come to the door,"

"You idiot!" Catherine laughed. "If all this…is…true, then they have no clue what LVPD is!"

"Oops," Greg said, but a red-haired woman answered the door with a confused look on her face. "Ginny…" Greg breathed.

"What did you say?" the woman asked, hiding half of her face behind the door.

"Ginevra Potter, I need to speak with your husband." Greg announced, shaking his head.

"Ok…" she replied hesitantly. "He'll be out in a second…"

Ginny half-closed the door and Greg sighed, his shoulders slumping just a little.

"Fallen for a fictional character, now that's what I call desperate," Nick smirked, patting Greg's shoulder. "One that got uglier throughout the movies, might I add."

"Oh, shut up…" Greg hit Nick in the shoulder. He straightened up immediately when Ginny came back; this time with Harry.

"Thanks, Gin," Harry said, walking out and closing the door. "Uhm…not to be rude…but…who are you?

"Greg Sanders," Greg replied, holding out his hand and letting Harry shake it before he pulled it back. "Las Vegas…Nevada…crime lab."

Harry looked really confused. "Why is a U.S. CSI at my house?"

Grissom walked up to Greg's side and took over.

"Earlier today, In Las Vegas, a girl was killed in the back of an alley," Grissom explained. "Greg here found a portkey leading to your front yard. The markings of the victim are matching two others. One killed today, supposedly, and one yesterday. We did not search for portkeys at the other two crime scenes, but Greg thought of the idea at this one."

"Is your only evidence against me the portkey?"

"No," Nick now stepped in. "We think the wizard that killed the girl and the two other victims used the Sectumsempra curse and then Avada Kedavra. The only other person that knows Sectumsempra was Severus Snape, who is deceased. Even if someone may have caught him making the curse, the Marauders most likely, every one of them are also deceased."

Harry shook his head slowly. "Not all of them. Padfoot!"

A black, large dog came running up from the backyard and materialized into Sirius Black at Harry's side.

"Nicky…" Greg turned his head to Nick. "In Order of the Phoenix, Sirius…died…right?"

Nick nodded in awe as Sirius laughed a deep, throaty laugh. "We talked to the author of the books to fudge some stuff so it wasn't exact. I never really died."

"Awesome," Greg and Nick breathed.

"Anyway, Mr. Black," Catherine stepped in between Sirius and the two fanboys. "Did you ever happen to catch Mr. Snape in the construction of the Sectumsempra curse, or otherwise, him using the curse?"

Sirius' eyes clouded. "Yeah. I heard the greasy little brat whispering it. I asked him what it was and he said it was a human levitation charm. I used it on Remmy as a joke. I never forgave myself…or him. Why?"

Greg looked away, unable to believe his ears. Neither Sirius nor Harry are killers! They wouldn't…they couldn't. But Sirius has more potential than Harry; my money's on him for now.

"I'm the main suspect from a murder in Las Vegas right now," Harry sighed. "Someone used Sectumsempra on the victim and I'm the only one alive that they knew that knew the curse."

"That's ridiculous!" Sirius exclaimed. "Neither Harry or I would kill anyone!"

"You both are our prime suspects for now," Catherine announced. "Since we can't exactly take you into custody, we're going to need your wands."

Sirius shrugged and he and Harry handed their wands to Catherine, who handled them gently in their plastic-gloved hands.

"Lemme see one of them, Cath," Greg asked, and he was handed Sirius' long wand. "Swish and flick. Wingardrium Leviosa,"

Greg's target was a feather that happened to be lying on the sidewalk at the time. It immediately started floating cautiously into the air.

"Holy crap!" he exclaimed, the feather drifting more erratically. "I'm a wizard!"