Prince James spent the rest of the day almost storming around the castle and surrounding area, trying to gather as much information as possible. Frustratingly, there was very little to be found. He now knew where the plant was likely picked to reach the castle plates, and how it was prepared – not a way that could lead to accidental poisoning, gladly.

Tired, hungry and having missed dinner, James forwent asking the servants for a plate to be brought to his room and headed directly down to the kitchens to himself. He got several odd looks from the servants, but his occupation with thoughts of the murders meant that he didn't notice. Similarly, he did not notice the servant walking towards him with a large basket until said object was upside down on the floor alongside its contents.

"I'm sorry!" He stated, stooping to help the middle-aged woman as she also attempted to gather her cargo.

"Don't worry, young Sire! I can sort this, you go on." She attempted to insist, pushing some dark hair streaked lightly with grey away from her face and dark eyes. But he was already piling the herbs she had dropped into the basket, before picking it up and handing it to her. She curtseyed with a small thank you before rushing off.

It was only by the time that he had reached the kitchen entrance that he realised that the servant had been carrying a rather large basket of dandelions away from the kitchens and towards the servants quarters. Before he could rush off after the woman, he felt a wave of weakness reminding him that he hadn't eaten in a while. So he continued on his quest for food, grabbing enough for himself and another, before heading in the direction of the dungeons.

Upon arrival, he headed to Teddy's cell, the guard once again giving them space at his request. Teddy smiled James and took the food eagerly.

"How are you?" James asked.

"As well as I can be, all things considered. How are you?"

"I'm alright. Feeling better now I have some evidence to back you up." Teddy shifted hearing this, eager to know. "Well, Hermione said that McClaggen was killed between midnight and three hours past." Teddy nodded, knowing what that meant, "And, it's nothing concrete but Hermione also said it was a poison made from dandelions. On the way to get food just now I saw a serving woman carrying a large basket of dandelions towards the serving quarters. Suspicious right?"

Teddy chewed on the bread and cheese James had supplied, thinking before offering a reply, "What do you plan to do now?"

"I suppose take it to Father, have it investigated by the guards." By the time the Prince had finished the sentence, the older was shaking his head.

"No, they'd be too obvious. If that servant is the culprit, she'd hide the evidence when she heard they were holding a search. You should go and investigate it yourself. Be quiet, and careful. Don't put yourself in danger. But you'll be a lot less obvious than a group of guards. Just borrow some less conspicuous clothes!" He reached forward to pick at the obviously expensive clothes James was wearing.

James smiled despite himself and took Teddy's hand in his, planting a soft kiss on it before letting go and standing from his spot on the floor. He said his goodbyes to Teddy and instructed the guard to have the plates cleared before leaving in search of some plainer clothes.

Having snuck a pair of servants clothes out of the palace laundry, the dark-haired man changed quickly, leaving his clothes in his chambers. He then headed towards the servant's quarters, keeping his head down to prevent anyone from recognising him. He was quite proud when Lily passed by without issue, but later attributed that to the book she had her nose buried in (most likely related to the apprenticeship in Ravenclaw; she was leaving a few days following the wedding and wished to be fully prepared) that his brilliant sneaking skills.

Before long, he was in the servants quarters. He believed that the serving woman worked the day shift, as he recalled seeing her attend to various castle dwellers during the day. Conveniently, if she were the killer that would mean she was free from tasks in the night, when the victims were murdered. Also it meant that she shouldn't be too close by. Therefore any rooms with a sleeping servant within were ones that he would leave out of his search for now.

The first few rooms were empty both superficially and when he did a deeper and more thorough search. But he wasn't losing motivation. It actually made him more determined to find the evidence he needed. Half an hour before those working the day, the 20-year-old finally found what he was looking for. He had literally stumbled across it, having moved the bed in one of the rooms to check behind (he was being very thorough) and tripped over a lopsided flagstone in the floor, causing the stone to shift in place. It revealed a large hole in the floor that had been filled with dandelions, some chemists equipment and some phials of a dark liquid.

He put it back carefully, bar a couple of phials and other smaller bits, to prevent suspicions being aroused too early before combing through the rest of the room. He eventually found a few letters that he skimmed before pocketing. It was rare that servants could read for one, and two they detailed the process of making the poison. Most worryingly, however, most were signed by notable members of the Deatheaters.

The Deatheaters were the remnants of the followers of Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort had not been ruler of any Land, but was a powerful man who felt it best if he were to rule all of Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. King Draco's father had been a supporter of this idea, with the belief that he would become second in command of the four lands. Following his defeat, lead by James' Father, many followers had fled to Slytherin for safety. King Lucius had died in the battle, but Draco, whilst not a fan of Lord Voldemort's ideas, sympathised with those who claimed to be forced into it and gave them a place to live without repercussions from the war.

The idea that Deatheaters were involved was alarming. It could only be assumed that they were attempting to cause unrest in the region so that they could take advantage of the weakness and bring Gryffindor to it's knees.

James couldn't allow this! He had to get to King Harry – not only did he have concrete proof that it wasn't Teddy, but he had evidence in his hands of a more sinister plot. He turned to head out of the door, placing the letters in his bag and the phials in his pocket, only to run into the killer herself.

Pansy, from what he could gather from the letters, was stood with a look of terrified shock on her face. She had clearly seen him handling the evidence, that she had been caught. He hesitated, not knowing how best to get her to co-operate. But this hesitation meant that she had the time to lunge towards him, toppling him over into the bed which shattered under the force. Then she was on him, smacking his head into the stone floor before reaching into his pocket and grabbing the phial in there. The knock of his head had left the Prince disorientated, and his struggling was weak as the older woman opened the phial and poured it down his throat. She had managed half by the time that one of his flailing hands caught hers and caused it to smash against the wall.

The last thing he felt was Pansy's form being lifted off him before his head wound got the better of him and he lost consciousness.