Those of you who have me on author alert know that I've started yet another fic! It's called 'Old Rivalries' and is another Scorpius/Rose, a huge contrast to this one though! Do check it out if you can! :)
This story remains my first priority, then comes school work n then my other two stories, so not to worry!
Ok, I'll stop now... ENJOY!
"Two more days and we have absolutely no new material to go on. I can't go and spew the same rubbish I have been for the last few months. It's ok to do it once, but getting repetitive will tip them off. They know we have nothing to move on, no leads, and no new evidence. If we can't find anything they're going to see right through our game and we'll lose. Do you understand me? I need you to work. Go over it fifty more times if you have to; find me some leverage that can buy us time. Do you hear me?" Peter Blake roared, making his entire team cower before him.
"Yes sir." They all murmured eager to get away from his scary eyes and harsh mouth.
"Go then, what are you waiting for?" he demanded, and they scattered like flobberworms, running helter-skelter before they were yelled at again.
Rose was one of them, but as she reached the door he summoned her with an "Oi, Weasely right? Get in here."
Cursing her misfortune she walked back to him, hoping for the best. "Yes sir?" she asked demurely, reminiscent of the girl she had been in Hogwarts, naïve and submissive.
"Greene tells me you met Malfoy?" he asked.
"Yes sir I did." She said in the same tone not sure where the conversation was headed.
"And?" he asked impatiently.
"He wouldn't talk sir. He wants to meet his fian- wife, June Rodgers. Said he would do anything to meet her." She said. "And what did Miss Rodgers say?" he asked raising an eyebrow, almost as if he knew what had transpired the day before.
"She refused, said that she couldn't tolerate seeing him in such a condition." Rose said, using the lines Draco had said instead.
"Well, Miss Weasely, I'm impressed with your contribution so far. Though not much can be said of your skill, you certainly are useful considering that you were the boy's classmate. You have progressed the most and I need you to try again." He said, and she barely managed to contain her flinch at his statement. Instead of correcting him about her ability, she kept her tongue in check. Getting fired wouldn't be of any use at this stage. So she asked, "What must I do sir?" "Tell him that his wife would be brought in later, first he has to answer our questions." He said smoothly, years of practice at lying made you that way.
"With all due respect sir, he is a Ravenclaw. He'll see right through it. Besides he'll be expecting some sort of trickery. He is a Malfoy sir, don't forget." She said politely, not letting her anger or frustration get the better of her.
"Don't tell me how to do my job Miss Weasely." He said coldly.
"But-"she tried protesting in vain. The man could be as stubborn as June if he wanted, probably more, and he had decided the next course of action. So now she had no choice but to follow it.
"You will talk once more to Mrs Malfoy, and convince her to meet her husband, by evening today, understood?" he ordered.
She flinched openly at the use of the title to address June, but somehow managed a nod.
She was definitely screwed, no other way around it.
Blake walked away and she released a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding.
But she acted too early, as when he was at the door he turned and addressed her again "And this time Miss Weasely ensure you don't resort to physical violence, it's unbecoming." he said with a small smirk(?) as he shut the door behind him.
Rose felt her face heat up in embarrassment.
Of course he knew.
That meant most of the Ministry knew as well.
She sighed, knowing it would be a long day ahead, what with the extra unwanted attention and all. But she had a job to do, one she had signed up for willingly, knowing the consequences very well before hand.
She had dug her own grave, and it was time to lie in it, or somehow dig her way out before it was too late.
Rose didn't dare go back to June's office. She sought out Draco Malfoy instead and relayed the entire episode to him.
"I'll try talking to her once again Rose, and I'll take Astoria with me. If not we'll have to resort to extreme measures." He said, and Rose had a pretty good idea what those were.
"One last thing Mr. Malfoy" she said, not for the case but her own peace of mind.
"Was there a wedding?" she asked, her face heating up.
Draco's brow furrowed for a bit before his expression turned rather grave.
"No Rose, a simple ceremony, and a legal signing that's all. It came as a shock to all of us." he added and she nodded, accepting the information. He seemed hesitant before he continued "We never really approved, my mother didn't pass on the family ring to her." He said, smiling sadly.
Rose stared at him, at a complete loss of words for a change.
He looked like he had more to say, but thinking better of it he turned around and walked away, hoping to get things moving.
She returned to her office and went back to her files.
Elizabeth Greene wasn't in yet and she didn't have any further orders to carry out. So she immersed herself in the paperwork, looking for any small loop-hole that they could exploit.
Three hours later she ended up with a horrible back pain, a burning sensation in her eyes and a million unsolved questions.
"I'm headed for lunch, coming Rose?" Rick Watson one of her colleagues asked, leaning over the top of her cubicle.
She was glad for the break and grabbed the opportunity.
They walked together to the cafeteria, discussing the proceedings.
"But what is the motive behind the Death Warriors?" she asked out loud. The question had frustrated her to no end and she had pondered over it for quite a while now. "Well same as that of the Death Eaters wasn't it? Pure-Bloods in control, 'magic is might' and what not." Rick said. "But…" Rose trailed off, still not convinced.
Scorpius wasn't a power hungry fool like Voldemort had been. He was more than capable of loving, he had a wonderful family, friends, life overall. Why then would he kill and torture innocent people and deploy a whole group to do so? The notion was crazy even in her head, and to hear people taking it seriously was down-right ridiculous.
"Look, the question I'm asking is if the 'Death Warriors' even exist? I mean it was a rumour, which people believed to be true when the events started occurring." He said, giving Rose a lot to think about. She had never thought about it that way, and this new angle seemed to make sense. Maybe she had to talk to the auror department and who better than the head to consult with? She decided to pay her uncle a visit after lunch.
"I'll work on that," she told him as they chose a table.
"So Rose, is what they're saying true?" he asked leaning closer and whispering almost conspiratorially.
"Well that depends Rick, what are they saying?" she asked copying him, not able to contain her smile.
Rick truly was a charmer, with his deep blue eyes and shock of black hair; he was one of the most handsome men she had met. He was a huge flirt, and sometimes she encouraged him, teasing back. This was one of those times. Both of them knew it wasn't serious, as Rick was a serial dater a typical player and Rose had sworn off guys for a while, after the whole Malfoy debacle.
"Well, I heard that you ripped a woman's hair off, that you set her on fire, that you transfigured her into a vase and crushed her to a million small pieces…. I could go on," he said smiling broadly.
"Very close, I actually transfigured her into a newspaper and shredded her to bits." She stage whispered winking.
He burst out laughing ending their little charade. "No but seriously what happened? You came back from lunch looking like hell yesterday." He asked actually concerned.
"It was nothing really, I" she began, but was stopped by the clearing of a throat.
She swivelled around to see Draco standing behind her. "Well Miss Weasely if I'm not interrupting anything important, I have some information." He said and she jumped up from her seat.
"Not at all Mr. Malfoy," she said grabbing her purse.
"I'll see you later Rick, thanks for lunch!" she cried over her shoulder, literally running to keep up with the older Malfoy.
It was only once she was back in her office that he spoke. She looked at him expectantly, hoping he brought good news.
"It is time for June to meet my son." Was all her said and Rose nodded grimly.
It was going to be a challenge, but hopefully everything would go well.
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