Alia: Well...it's not as late as the others. I'm working on those and have actually managed to do a little work on WDCA. Second Chances is coming along. I should have it out whenever I get to breathe. College hates me.

Reviews:

Syber Snake: You do! Thank you! And all you have to do is take a good guess. You know who it is.
Eyeinthesky: I like NCIS. But I love Poirot movies. Those are awesome. Sorry but Harry won't be victimized...you may not even like him after all this.
severusphoenix: I can't let my baby be the bad guy...well yes I can but maybe next time.
Kamp: Thanks! I'll try.
Oya: I know. I made him that way...but what does that say about me? Thanks for reviewing.
lavondyss21: Thanks. I love this idea although it could probably be done better.
Melissa Jooty: Ah...one of my favorite reviewers. Oh this is going to be interesting alright. I thought that if serial killer could be in the muggle world why not the wizarding world too. For a moment, I was thinking of some dark wizard and a ceremony but what if he was doing it for another reason? I'm happy you like my characterization. Like I said, I usually don't think about it. And the answer is yes...and that's all I can say on that manner. Don't worry about WDCA. It's coming even if it kills me.

Title: Time, Truth, and Sacrifice

Author: Alia

Part: 2

Rating: R

Pairing: (it's coming)

Summary: A serial killer runs through part of the wizarding world, but with Harry Potter on the job, things will go fine…right?

Warnings: heavy language, slash, mpreg, angst, character death, mentions of non-con

Disclaimers: Yeah right. If I owned it, you would see so many slash hints, it would be illegal.

Author's notes: None right now. Maybe in the future. But here's a question. Any ideas on who the killer is?

Time, Truth, and Sacrifice

"Fuck!" cried Ron as he stumbled back in disgust. Harry and Kingsley rushed from around the corner only to halt as they saw what had captured the red head's attention.

Shacklebolt grimaced. "Damn. This is the tenth one!"

Harry turned his head away from the gruesome scene. Pieces of the victim's body were scattered around the room carelessly. The body held the same brutal mark that no doubt would be on the back.

And the blood…it was everywhere. On the floor, the stone, the walls, and the door. The smell of dried blood was affecting him enough. It made the air putrid and Harry could barely keep his stomach from turning.

The Boy Who Lived glanced at his best friend. Ron was staring at the ceiling with a strict determination. His face was a pale shade of green as he clenched his jaw.

Shacklebolt shook his head as he stared at the agonizing face of the dead man. The mutilated body lay upon a single stone slab that lay in the middle of the run down shack. /I'm sorry we couldn't help you./ He turned to the other two aurors.

Seeing the expression on Ron's face, Kingsley gave him a grim smile. "Ron, go contact Tonks and Dillingham. Harry, help me see if there are any clues. Hopefully, the bastard left something behind this time."

Stacks of files lay scattered on the table as the aurors searched for anyone that could be identified as the next victim. Dillingham growled low in his throat. "Why the hell haven't we found anything!"

Auror Rollin sighed. "Because St. Mungo's still won't release their files to us. Without most of those, we're running around blind. Some of the cases they have aren't reported to the ministry."

Kingsley looked furious. "They keep claiming privacy issues. I understand that, but this is an extreme circumstance!" He looked at Ron who was checking off the board with Buxton. "Ron? Did you contact Tonks about St. Mungos?"

Weasley nodded, shifting the files in his hand. "Yeah. But she still hasn't managed to convince St. Mungo's to give us any of the files, even though we just want the ones the might match this type of criteria."

Buxton sighed. "Well, at least we found one," she whispered.

Wickham, who just entered the conference room, frowned and grumbled, "Yeah but now he's missing. His family reported him just this morning." Chase tossed the man's file onto the table. "He'll turn up as our eleventh victim. I'm sure of it."

Harry, who was following Wickham in, sighed. "There has been a slight pattern, though. He's been going back and forth from the Kingdom to France. Victim by victim, the latest victim has been in the United Kingdom."

"Then the next one," said Ron, "should be in France."

Dillingham groaned. "Merlin, protect me. The minister is going to love this."

Shacklebolt smirked at him then said, "Someone, call Tonks and tell her to keep on St. Mungo's. This can't wait much longer. We need to find the next victim." Buxton walked out.

"Or victims. We have no idea how long this has been going on and we can't give all of our information to the press. The ministries are forbidding it." Dillingham shook his head. He grabbed the files from the local French hospital.

"Why are they saying 'no' anyway?" asked Harry.

"Who knows? They keep claiming that they don't want to frighten the people."

Nearly everyone in the room rolled their eyes at that.

/My eyes are killing me! I need more sleep./ thought the auror. He'd been up most of the night reading through the case files they had. /And we still haven't gotten anything from St. Mungo's. Ugh./

Harry was laying his head on his desk, dozing off to sleep when the door to his shared office flew open, banging against the wall. Harry snapped up in alert with his wand in hand. "What the bloody hell!"

Ron stood in the doorway with a huge smile on his face. "Come on! We found someone that matches the criteria!"

Harry's eyes widened in shock. He smiled broadly. "That's great!"

Ron nodded. "We just contacted him this morning. Dillingham and Buxton are headed over to his home. They might bring him to the ministry or stay and keep an eye out for our killer."

Harry leaned back in his seat, only to cry out in surprise when Ron grabbed. "Come on, you idiot! We need to get to France, now!"

Minutes later, the group of aurors were waiting impatiently in their regular conference room for Dillingham and Buxton to return. Wickham sighed audibly and glared at the door. "What is taking so long?" he groaned.

Rollin glanced over at him. "It could be that they are trying to convince the victim to come to the ministry?"

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think you need that much convincing after all that this psycho has done and has planned?"

Rollin grinned. "Good point."

Everyone in the room jumped in surprise when the door was thrown open and a swearing Dillingham entered the room followed a pissed off Buxton.

The British aurors blinked as Dillingham walked back and forth before the wall of victims. "Thanksggiving pas de sage écume téter salopard! État du terrain autour de vexer peupler pour pas de fucking raison. Fucking salopard, moi vouloir se déchirer votre merde bras tourné et salope gifle vous à enfer.."

All the French aurors stared at the auror in shock. Their jaws had hit the floor. Harry glanced at them. From the looks on their faces, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what Dillingham was saying.

Wickham cleared his throat. "Sir? Is everything okay?"

Buxton snorted from where she stood near the door. "No. Everything is NOT okay."

"What happened?" asked Tonks. Her hair turned a dark red as Dillingham continued to swear. Tonks didn't know what he was saying either but something told her not to use a translation spell.

Buxton sighed in defeat. "He's gone."

The room was silent for a moment before everyone began talking at once. Shacklebolt stood quickly. "Enough!" The group of aurors quieted down.

Shacklebolt turned to Dillingham. "Dillingham!" he snapped. It took twice more to get the French auror's attention.

"Yes?" he growled.

"What happened? Buxton told us that our victim is gone!"

Dillingham ran a hand through his slowly graying hair. "He is." He shook his head, eyes closed for a moment. "We must have missed him by minutes! The victim's lunch was still warm, half eaten. The area around the front door showed signs of a struggle. That bastard got there just before us!"

Shacklebolt looked terribly weary at that moment. "Was there a trail?"

Buxton shook her head. "No. There wasn't a trace of them anywhere."

"So we have our twelfth victim." He sat down in his chair, exhaustion clear to them all.

A knock was heard from behind Buxton at the door. Everyone turned to see a young woman smiling sweetly at the group. Dillingham glared at her. "Marie, I love you dearly, but I am beyond pissed right now. You had better have good news for me."

Dillingham's secretary giggled and walked into the room with a folder in her hand. Marie laid it on the conference table. "Did you know that I have a cousin that works in St. Mungo's?"

This caught everyone's interest. Dillingham smirked. "Yes?"

"Well she is…a friend with one of the hospital directors. She managed to convince him to let her take a look through the files and if she managed to find something..."

Dillingham's eyes widened at the single file. "And this? Is this what I think it is?"

"That," said Marie pointing, "is the only matching file St. Mungo's had for your case. He's the only person reported to have been carved with that particular scar."

Wickham and Weasley cheered. Wickham rushed over and hugged the woman. "Marie, if I didn't know your husband would kill me, I would kiss you!"

She pushed him away playfully. "Please don't." Marie laughed. "I have to get back to work."

The group shouted their thanks to her as Dillingham handed Shacklebolt the file. "It should be on your field this time."

Shacklebolt smiled at him before flipping open the file. His face fell instantly, and to the surprise of the others, he stumbled back into his seat. He continued to hold the file in his hands tightly as he stared at them.

Ron, Harry, and Tonks surrounded him although they could not clearly see the file. "Shacklebolt?" asked Ron with a frown.

"What's wrong? Do you know who it is? Is the information wrong?" Tonks was bouncing in place nervously.

Harry's eyes narrowed and he managed to take the file from a shocked Shacklebolt. He turned it so that he and the others could read.

A strangled gasp made its way out of his throat. Ron and Tonks were shocked. Tonks clasped her hand over her mouth while Ron, like Kingsley, took a seat.

Harry shook his head in disbelief as he continued rereading the name on the file.

Severus Snape.

TBC

Alia: Yes, I'm evil. I work hard at it. So how am I doing so far? Good? Bad? REVIEW.

Translation: That no good scum sucking bastard! Going around hurting people for no fucking reason. Fucking bastard, I will rip your damn arms off and bitch slap you to hell.