Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J K Rowling does
Chapter 2
Tonks cursed rather loudly under her breath, having tripped once again over that stupid troll leg at the door, gratefully however, old Mrs Black seemed to have remained silent. Ignoring the pointed glare from Molly, someone who was looking far too lively for the time of day, she dumped herself beside her dear cousin Sirius, who likes her, seemed dead on his feet. "Watcher Paddy!"
Nothing a bit of coffee couldn't fix, hopefully…
For Mad Eye Moody's protégé, she tended to be stuck with the dullest of jobs. Today was once again, what everyone called 'Harry Duty,' a long, almost pointless job. A job not appreciated by the workers, effectively anyone who was unfortunate enough to get roped in, and the subject, who tended to avoid them by any means possible; Harry didn't even open his bedroom curtains anymore. 'Harry Duty' was fast turning into a game of cat and mouse, why attempt to follow a teenager who is equipped with an invisibility cloak?
Still, she was stuck waiting for Dung to arrive back and report, if something happened to Harry when he was on watch that fool would probably run then fight. Having an untrained criminal on duty seemed rather irresponsible…especially after last year, but the Order was far too understaffed.
Ten minutes later the sound of the door opening and someone stumbling about meet them, along with the startled awakening of Mrs Black.
"MUDBLOODS, FILTH, DISTROYING MY HOME, THE GREAT AND ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK DISGRACED-"
Yelling over the din of the portrait and Sirius, Tonks asked "HOWS HARRY? NO PROBLEMS?"
"AYE, AYE, YER BOYS FINE, LAD WALKIN ABOT AGAIN BUT PAR FROM THA'" Politely ignoring the heavy smell of firewhisky and cheap cigars wafting off him, Tonks set out, closing the door on the racket still ensuing within.
Eight hours of sitting on a wall then.
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With a slight click the recorder started working, not an old machine with tapes, too outdated these days, but some fancy looking thing, humming away as it collected evidence.
Harry almost wanted to scream, one long, rather uncomfortable night in a cell, and now he was being questioned, not only that, but he knew he wasn't capable of answering half of them. The two officers opposite him didn't particularly appear interested in the procedure, both nursing cups of coffee and smiling rather falsely at him.
Harry only recognised one, Officer Herret, who had arrested him early this morning, he had introduced the other briefly, but the name hadn't stuck with him. Harry was still in a state of shook, most words just weren't registering with him.
"So, let's get started then…do you request the presence of a lawyer? Your family stated that they were unable to come in today."
Staring back blankly Harry eventually shook his head, muttering a quiet no. What good would a lawyer do for me? Not to mention the Dursleys, just as well they haven't come, imagine the lies they would spill…
"Right then, please confirm that on the 19th of July you were found at one twenty-nine am on-"
The door opened again, a puffing police officer asking for Herret and the other guy, he'd been running to the looks of it, red faced and breathing harshly. Stopping the machine after announcing a break they both left…great, back to the solitude.
Harry stared blankly across the room, hopefully the Order would come for him soon…that or something had happened to them…its Dung or someone's fault, they'll realise soon enough…
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Picking up the drill and positioning it over the carefully secured piece of wood Matt leaned down gently, applying pressure as the steel touched its polished surface. The horrible sound of screeching soon reached his ears however and he was forced to stop yet again, definitely not something wrong with the drill then.
The first time it happened he had disregarded it as faulty equipment, steel against wood? But admittedly, clearly he had to re-examine it. Coming into work at the lab today seemed like every other day. Everyday new evidence was presented to him, and everyday he carried out test after test.
But today was not normal.
It had seemed normal, recording fingerprints and photographs of numerous objects, at least it was until he reached object 17C 98L. Taking photos and examining it for finger prints…a stick, it was just a stick.
Or so it seemed.
But what he found within the varnish...it was no ordinary polished stick. All sorts of things turned up, half the substances couldn't be identified and a good few traces of obscure powders had been recovered…not that they were any drugs the team had ever seen. Dave had been baffled, thirty years of work and they'd never come across things like this.
The object, whatever it was, had a sinister history…blood was found at different layers but the results still needed to be processed. Apparently the guys down at the neighbouring lab had there own problems, he still remembered the conversation he had a lunchtime.
"How's it going Matt? Turned up anything interesting today? You'll never guess what we turned up recently!"
"Nah, just the usual stuff so far, slow week." Matt dumped himself down in a chair next to Sophie, the café wasn't so busy yet, but the lunch rush would soon start. Dave wanted lunch later, guy was still fussing over some knife brought in yesterday.
"Oh, we've had the usual, load of drink driving charges and whatnot coming people's way. Few drugs too, that new stuff is starting to turn up here…some unlucky soul died from it, that'll be in the newspapers soon…" She took a sip of coffee. "That's not the really interesting thing though, some punter we had brought in last night has been taking lord knows what…never seen anything like it. Must've run a few hundred tests on it…can't get it to turn up anything on the machines…really weird too, every time we run the blood through the machine it malfunctions…its almost…unnatural."
Sophie sat her cup down on the table. "That's not the real issue though…you heard about the NightKale murders last month…?"
Matt lifted an eyebrow, setting his cutlery down "Heard of it? Its all over the news, can't miss it, whole trail of cases like it, can't be explained, brutal killings…" He shook his head in disgust.
"Oh yes, the second we ran that blood though the system it got flagged instantly…caught one mean bastard last night…haven't been able to get much out the people upstairs but this guys been linked to 4 rapes and 32 accounts of vicious murders over just the last year. Apparently it's a kid! He's been present at every single one of these…attacks."
"They caught them?" Matt exclaimed.
Sophie nodded "We've only caught the one guy, but it's a huge breakthrough considering the recent dead ends we've been running into, the guy was down in the local holding cells last night, thought it was just a case of arson. Got three teams leafing through missing files from the area he was found." She shook her head "Lives not too far from here."
Matt stared at the would-be stick, what on earth was it? And what was its purpose? Clearly someone had gone to great lengths to clean and polish it…
Motive. Drugs? Money? None of those thoughts fit, who did this object belong to?
A/N: Bit of a while since I've updated this x) Well, Voldemort did use Harry's blood for his resurrection, and magical blood would be stronger than a dead muggle bone, despite the relation…Gah, wizards ignore the basic laws of biology in transfiguration, magic works in strange ways people.
