NOTES: Thank you to everyone who took the time to write a review or leave me a kudos, I appreciate your support. For those who don't know Central City is located in Missouri just east of the Kansas border. This is AU after The Flash 3x05 and ignores the Epilogue of Deathly Hallows and everything afterwards.
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Julian blanched at Barry's muggle pronouncing of Avada Kedavra. Trying to hide his expression from Allen, he turned and walked towards the mouth of the alley. Of course there was no magical evidence left behind with the killing curse, except the corpse, but he still looked for anything that might point to the unidentified suspect.
"Julian, you ok?" Barry asked in that gentle way that drove him up the wall. Julian apparently hadn't turned quick enough to hide his reaction.
"I'm fine Allen." He said sharply, then remembered he was going to try to be more patient with the junior lab tech. Barry had followed him as he did a sweep of the crime scene, and told him that they had already taken impressions of the shoe prints, but nothing else was found.
"Anything caught on CCTV?" He asked a less harshly?
"The flower shop's camera is only for show, but we're hoping that when the pet groomers opens at 10 that we'll have better luck."
Julian walked back over to the body and looked down thoughtfully before looking up to see Detective Joe West walk up beside Barry.
"Poor Harvey." Joe said shaking his head.
"Allen, I thought you said his name was John Bell?"
"That's what his wallet said. I did send his prints off to the lab, but I won't get the results for a few hours."
"No need to wait, that's definitely Harvey Potter. I testified against him for those robberies on Lakeshore last year."
Julian cut Joe off. "Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure, well it might have been closer to 13 months but close enough right?"
"No I mean about his name, Harvey Potter, are you sure?"
"Ya, I'm sure. You know him?"
Julian shook his head. "No, no, never met him. The name was familiar, that's all. Listen, Allen I'll meet you back at the lab."
Barry and Joe looked at each other with concern as Julian practically ran to his car.
"That was odd." Joe said.
"With Julian, how can you tell."
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Though he was aware that Det. West and Barry looked at his behaviour as strange, he paid it little mind, he had more important things to think about.
When he chose to move to Central City it was mainly because of its small to non-existent magical community. The one Wizard he knew of in the area, whom he had never met personally, was Spartacus Johnston. The old wizard lived in a small cottage on the bank of Little Keystone Lake, located between Cental City and Keystone. If traffic was light he could be there in about 40 minutes.
Traffic, as it turned out, was a little busier than he expected and an hour later he stood on Johnston's front porch, with a wand pointed threateningly in his face.
"What does a no-mag want here?" The old man demanded loudly, as if making up for hearing loss.
"I'm not a muggle." Julian said with a roll of his eyes.
"A what now?"
"A muggle."
"A muddle?" Johnston asked confused.
"A muggle," Julian sighed with exasperation, "listen I'm a wizard. I have some questions."
Johnston took in his very muggle attire and eyed him suspiciously. "You sure?"
"Why would I lie?"
The old man lowered his wand, "True enough. What do you want?"
"I work for the local non-magical law enforcement agency, and I'm helping to investigate a crime that I believe was perpetrated by a witch or wizard."
"Really?"
"There's some evidence, but what I want to know is if you are aware of any new wizards or witches in the area."
The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully, but ended up shaking his head.
"Sorry young man, I thought I was the only one in the area. There is a pretty big community in Wichita, do you know how to find it?"
Julian nodded his head, and frowned at the lack of information.
"Hold on a minute there is are a few magical folk just north of Ottawa Kansas, look for signs with a snitch on them, it will take you to a quidditch field. The farm team for the Moose Jaw Meteorites plays there. Maybe someone there can help you."
Julian couldn't suppress a smile, quidditch was the only thing he truly missed from the Wizarding World.
Looking at his watch he realized he didn't have time to head out on another road trip and instead, after thanking the old wizard, returned back to the office. Like always, Allen wasn't there.
