Hey,

A new chapter, I'm very glad with the very beautiful reviews. I'm sorry about me mistaking the term 'Cousin' and 'nephew'. I was in the idea they were the same. Thank you for putting that out to me. This new chapter will end with Brennan telling Booth she's a witch. I'm going to put Brennan in Gryffindor, I had a lot of ideas. That will be something that I'll deal with next chapter. Another idea: And one that will ask for your creativity. What will Brennans patrononis be? And should she be an Animagus?

Enjoy,

TempeGeller

2. Magic and witchcraft

"Sweetie." Angela entered her office when she found Harry and Temperance sitting on the sofa together. "I was going to ask you, what's up? But you haven't even talked to Hodgins today, and Wendell is going insane. I mean insane with that."

"Does that have a reason?" Brennan turned around. "I mean is it case related?"

"Case related!" Angela sat down next to Brennan "We've been working on this body for a week, and we can't even find a cause of dead. It seems like you don't care very much at all, and yeah people believe that you care more about Harry . Then you do about your job, which is not bad. It's just that, this woman had family. She was someone's daughter."

"I know." Brennan reacted "Don't you think I know? But what is it, that I can do? Go there, find a cause of dead and go find the killer. That's what I do in other case, but not this case. Angela, not this case!"

"What's wrong with you?" Angela slowly took Harry out of her arms. "This thing makes you look like you know something that I don't. Like you know who killed this woman."

"Trust me." Brennan replied "I don't know who killed this woman. I could guess, but I would be wrong. Since I wait for evidence to prove something. I mean we have no prove, no cause of dead. We have nothing."

"That's because you haven't taken a close look to the body." Angela replied "I mean you always find something that Wendell misses, he's a good student. It's just that's the truth."

"Okay." Brennan stood up. "But you have to look after Harry. I can't leave him here behind all alone."

"Good." Angela smiled "That's why I love my job, I get to practice with baby's."

Brennan walked trough the lab, down the stairs. Everyone was on the platform, squinting over the body. Just like all days, usually she would be there. Doing the very same thing, maybe even more intense then her students. She would stay late at the lab, and come here early. However since she had custody over Harry, she hadn't spent one night at the lab. She came here at 7, and left right at 7 again. Just like any other person.

"Dr. Brennan I can't find anything." Wendell let her pass. "I mean it's almost like.."

"There's no cause of dead." Brennan replied "Their eyes have pure fear in them. I know. I can't see any injuries that would subject a fall. The skull shows fractions, but they were formed postmortem. No injuries to any of the bones, that would subject a.."

"I did find something carves in her flesh." Wendell walked over to the screen. "It's only recent that I found it, the tissue was far gone. The only thing I found was."

"Mudblood." Brennan read from the screen.

"I know it doesn't make sense." Wendell replied "There were 2 things the lion and the mudblood thing. I think she was part of a secret society. And that mudblood is to say that you aren't pure. How I can't think off."

"Good work, Wendell." Brennan replied. "I think we're.."

Brennan slowly let a tear. This woman on the table was just like her. Not just a witch, but a mudblood. She had parents that were muggles. And the death eaters were punishing her for that. For running from the ministry? That was always something she found hard. Macy Andrews had been a witch, killed by the curse of dead. But Voldemort or any of his other followers? Was it the werewolf? Brennan didn't know who attacked her. Some other names went trough her system. Bellatrix Black, maybe. The woman that was sick and insane, the kind of woman she would have seen ending up at Azkaban.

"So what's a mudblood exactly?" Brennan turned around. Her tears were still rolling over her cheeks. "What did I do? Bones, why do you get this upset by handling this case. It's like previous week, when you over projected yourself in the victim?"

"Mudblood means.." Brennan turned to Booth. "Means that they think she had dirty blood. That she.."

"That she was a bastard child." Booth stepped two steps in front of her. "This woman was the product of an affair between two people. No longer the parents wanted to see her, so they killed her. Dirty blood."

"Doesn't make sense, Agent Booth." Sweets stepped on the platform. "May I say that this case has been very interesting. And I found the theory. So here it goes, imagine that this people were part of a secret society. They all worked together in harmony. But then one kind of people started to cause trouble, taking they should be more select about the people they take in. She was not what all of them expected."

Brennan stared at him, he was kind of right. That she was not what Salazar Slytherin wanted from his student. He was right without even knowing the context. Her was truly brilliant. She couldn't say so. It would mean that she had to explain how things really were. Brennan slowly turned her face away from Sweets.

"So, do you believe me?" Sweets smiled

"It's nonsense." Booth added "I mean dirty blood. That has something to with family, I mean.."

"True." Brennan replied "I mean you both could be right. I don't.."

"What's wrong, Dr. Brennan?" Sweets stood up. "it's like you know something, that we don't."

"Trust me, Sweets." Brennan replied "I don't know anything more then you know."

Brennan walked of the platform. Followed by Booth, she wanted to make the fastest way towards her office. She slowly walked in her office. Angela was putting Harry to bed.

"He's so cute, Sweetie." Angela replied "he's great. I mean we should have gotten a baby sooner."

"Bones." Booth stared at her. "Do you know something else? Please,.."

"We found something else." Cam slowly put her head trough the door. "I think you and Dr. Brennan want to check this out. It's something Hodgins found."

Brennan and Booth slowly walked to the platform again. Without even talking to any of them. They could see Hodgins holding a stick of wood. Hodgins was holding it, pointing it to her. Like Voldemort would, Brennan couldn't help but slowly hide her face behind Booth's.

"So, this is so cool." Hodgins replied "You know what that is. A wand, ladies and gentleman."

"She was a wizard?" Cam turned to her. "As in she believe it?"

"Witch." Brennan changed "A woman is called a witch."

"Dr. Brennan, you don't honestly believe this woman was a real witch?" Cam turned to her. "I mean witch craft is not real. We all know that, it's not like there's a school where they teach you to do magic? Right?"

"Right." Brennan replied "It's just the woman believed she was a witch."

"Mr. and Mrs. Andrews." Booth stared at them. "Do you know anyone who would hurt your daughter?"

"No." Mrs. Marti Andrews replied "Our daughter had no enemies. No, she was a good person. She went to school, went to her classes. She even was.. I mean there was no one that didn't like her on school. Maybe Professor Snape, but professor Snape didn't like anyone."

"Do you know that whereabouts' of this Professor Snape?" Booth stared at them. "Could he have committed the crime? Did he hate your daughter enough to kill her?"

"We never actually saw this professor." Mr. Mark Andrews replied "We were sure our daughter was safe. She was on her way home, from work. She.."

"Thank you." Booth stood up. Brennan sat there, just staring at the two parents.

"Is it the one they talk about?" Mrs. Andrews grabbed her pulse. "I know what, you are Dr. Brennan."

"Mrs. Andrews." She slowly removed her hands from hers. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's him?" Mrs. Andrews stood up, while Brennan walked away. "Is it He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Is it? Did my daughter get killed by their hands? Death eaters?"

"Are you okay Bones?" Booth was staring at her trough the window. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, death eaters. The mother is afraid. She was afraid for her mothers dead. And she thought that you…"

Booth stared at Brennan. "She told you, I know what you are? Why?"

"She's scared, Booth." Brennan added "She's delusional. She sees me, and thinks that she knows me. And that I know something about something called: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and death eaters. Which I obvious don't. I mean, I don't even know what a death eater is. Maybe like a cannibal."

"Sweets." Booth entered his office. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Dr. Brennan, I subject." Sweets pointed to the chair. "Sit down, Agent Booth. I'm worried about Dr. Brennan as well. She's not been taking the case very well."

"It's that I want to talk about." Booth turned to Sweets. "the mother of the victim, grabbed her hand. She said, was it him? That she knew what she was. Brennan was very shocked by that. She didn't say who, she said, I know what you are! And then she started to mention He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and death eaters. Why would anyone tell that to Bones?"

"Either way, the woman was grieving over the lost of her daughter." Sweets took his pen between his teeth. He stared at Booth. "It's not so abnormal to find support with people, you don't know. She wanted that support from Dr. Brennan, or she wanted to let Dr. Brennan know what she knew. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, shows a fear for the person that is it. He most definitely has a name, but the woman doesn't dare to speak it. Which subject that she either way knows him or his reputation. Death eaters could mean that the man has grown loved by certain people, his followers. Death eaters."

"She also said something about Professor Snape." Booth replied "That he was the only professor to hate her child. Do you think that he could be…"

"No." Sweets replied "He can not be 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named', It wouldn't make sense to name him first. And then not anymore. She merely wanted to give you a person that could have commit the crime. Also a high school professor, that hates a student. Not really a good way to."

"So we're looking for what?" Agent Booth stared at him

"If you say that Dr. Brennan reacted scared." Sweets stood up. "When she heard that the woman knew what she was. When she heard He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, maybe Dr. Brennan knows what the woman was talking about. She looks at the victim, like she knows what it was. And the fear on her face, when Hodgins pointed that wand at her. Like it really was a gun."

"Are you saying that?" Booth stared at him. "that Brennan knows who did this?"

"That or she went trough a dead herself." Sweets sat down. "Losing someone close to her, mind tell everything. Maybe the same person killed her family. But we know that no one Brennan knew died. So, let's just say it's coincidence."

"Booth." Andrew Hacker his boss stared at him. "What is it you like?"

"I need a case file." Booth stepped inside his office. "I believe that I see a connection between the murder on Macy Andrews and the case file of Lily Evans. That was her maiden name."

"The Potter case." Andrew Hacker nodded his head. "I thought so to, so I had some police at the Goderic's hallow send me the case file. James and Lily Potter, no cause of dead. Here you go. Their son Harry survived, he's been shipped to some family member."

Booth stared at the case file. The man had been in the living room, maybe even knowing the attacker was coming. While the sister of Bones, Lily was in Harry's bedroom. He could see on the pictures, that she had tried to block the door. There were pieces of a cabinet. He saw the effort she tried to keep them away from her son and herself. Then there was the fact that the whole house was blasted away. One thing was very odd. The house was blown away, or parts of it. But the little boy, Harry Potter survived it. Booth took the case file. Did the killer survive it to? Didn't he try to kill the boy once more again? Or was he really killed by the blast? And how did Harry end up with Brennan. Then Booth started to think like Brennan, how could the man have gotten in the house? Wouldn't they lock the door, when someone came in? Wouldn't they have? The locks weren't forced. There was no sign of breaking in entry. And then he saw the cause of death: there was no. Just like with Macy Andrews? Was this what Bones meant? She said if she told him the whole story, he would hate her. He could never hate his bones. Never, he loved her to much to..

Booth slowly placed his hands against his temple. He still loves Bones, a feeling like that didn't go away. He wanted to be wit her. But then there was Hannah, a woman he knew. He knew she didn't have any secrets. She had no relatives showing up. She had no one telling her thing. She was better for him, she was fair with him. And at the same moment he wanted Brennan. But the secrets that went with her, was something he wouldn't want. He wanted to know the truth.

"Dr. Brennan." Hannah knocked on the door. Brennan was sitting on the sofa, giving Harry his bottle. She stared at Hannah. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy, I'll.."

"Come in, Hannah." Brennan replied putting Harry in his box. "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for Booth, Seeley." Hannah replied "I thought he would be here, he mentioned that you have a woman without a cause of dead. Are you sure that.."

"She's dead." Brennan replied "Some things are over looked. I'm sure I'll find a way."

"Cause I've done some digging." Hannah replied "Did you know that hospitals in London dealt with things like this in the past. There was the Riddle case about 50 years ago. And in the past let me say 10 years, England has seen over 50 cases this way. Scared to death. Do you subject that all those doctors over looked something?"

"I don't know." Brennan reacted "I'm not even suppose to talk to the press about this. Since you are press after all. I mean you want to turn this in to a article."

"How the government is keeping something from their people." Hannah turned around her "I mean it is odd, that a 20 year old girl, just drops dead. Isn't it? Or a 21 year old girl for that matter?"

"Sure it is weird." Brennan replied "But that's not what I'm here to find out. And I'm sorry, Booth's not here. If you'd like to leave me alone now."

"Okay." Hannah replied "You didn't find the other cases."

"I'm an objective scientist." Brennan replied "I have no reason to believe this case is related to any of the other cases, Hannah. So, that's the case. Good?"

"Bones." Booth walked in the office. "Hannah, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing." Hannah replied "Just looking for you. I've missed you Seeley."

"Seeley, what were you doing with her again?" Hannah yelled "The last couple weeks, it's always her. Dr. Brennan this, Dr. Brennan that. And now with this case, it seems like you're getting closer to her. Are you in love with Dr. Brennan?"

"Sure, I'm not." Booth sat down next to her. "I love you."

"Lies." Hannah replied "I see how you looks at her. You haven't looked at me, I mean ever. Those eyes. And when you walked in to her office. You love her, Seeley. Only you don't want to admit it to yourself. You think you love me, but you don't. I'm just the rebound."

"No, you're not." Booth replied "I let you meet my son. You meet my friends. What more do I need to do, to proof that I love you?"

"Maybe mean it?" Hannah stood up. "I know that you can't see it, and that she can't see it. But I do, I'm not going to stay with a man that spends half of his day, imagining what would have been!"

"Okay, Harry." Brennan kissed his cheek. "Good night, my little boy."

She slowly walked towards her living room. Sitting down on the table. She slowly took the photo album from the table. The moving pictures danced in front of her eyes. The first one was a picture when she was 18. Lily had been 15 at the time. 5 people were on it. Severus Snape, holding his girlfriends at the time, Leyla McGonagall. Lily was standing there to, a large smile on her face. Then she saw her own face. And her best friend Tara Wilson. Tara that also had been murdered by Voldemort a couple of weeks ago. The letter of her family, hurt Brennan to the bone. Her and Tara were closer then close, and after they left Hogwarts. They kept contact. Tara was a half blood witch working with the ministry. Her mother was a not a pure blood witch, and her dad was a so called muggle. Now I stared at the picture. Only 3 people of the 5 were alive. As far as I knew. I hadn't heard anything of Leyla or Severus. In years, I hoped that they still were alive. Both of them.

"Bones." I heard Booth call my name at the door. Brennan slowly put the book on the table. She put another newspaper on it. Just to make sure that Booth wouldn't grab it. She put her wand in her pocket. And slowly made her way to the door. She opened it, revealing Booth.

"Booth." Brennan slowly walked back to the place she had been sitting. And sat down. "What are you doing here? I mean it's not like you.. I mean, Hannah.."

"She broke it off with me." Booth sat down. "Apparently I liked you. Although that's not why I'm here. I want the truth Bones."

"The truth." She stood up. A moment later, she heard a little object hitting the floor. Her wand. Booth picked it up, holding it in his both hands. She wasn't fast enough to get it out of his hands. "Like what you are doing with this piece of wood in your pocket."

"Booth, I can't tell you." Brennan replied "You would hate me, if I did. Trust me."

"You know something about this case." Booth replied "Those people said that they knew what you were. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you looked terrified when you heard that name. Who is he?"

"Please Booth." Brennan replied "You can't make me tell. I won't tell."

Booth pointed the wand at her. A certain fear came to her, she slowly walked behind. She knew that Booth knew something was up. He had her wand between his fingers.

"Why are you so scared for me putting the wand at you? It's just a piece of wood." Booth replied handing it to Brennan. "Just a piece of wood. I read the case file of your sister. It's just like Macy Andrews."

"I'm sorry, Booth." Brennan walked away. "There are things, you don't understand. Things you could never understand. You believe in a God, I don't."

"Don't tell me that this is about me being a catholic?" Booth stared at her.

"This is." Brennan replied "It's your faith that makes me scared. Because of what people did in the past to… Booth, can you just go! Please, leave me alone!"

"I love you, Bones!" Booth yelled "And it's secrets like this, that makes me wonder if I should love you."

"You love me?" Brennan stared at him. "But you said we that.."

"I love Hannah." Booth walked towards her. "I wanted to love Hannah, but I always love you. I can't get over you, Bones. I tried so hard, so hard to fall for someone else. But everywhere I go, I see you. Hannah knew, that she wasn't the one. You are Bones, the one."

"You can't be with me." Brennan yelled "I'm dangerous to be around. You could get killed. Or worst tortured. You can't be with me, because of what I am. They'll get to you, I could never forgive myself if they did."

"What do you mean?" Booth took her hand. "You can't pull away, now. I love you.."

"No you don't." Brennan added "If you remotely knew what I was, you would hate my very being."

"Tell me!" Booth yelled "Tell me what you are!"

"I'm a witch, Booth." Brennan stared at Booth.