Lucius: So, what are you wearing?

Rose: What do you mean by that, shouldn't you already know?

Lucius: I mean under what you're wearing right now.

Rose: That's a S-E-C-R-E-T ~!

Lucius: Hahaha, alright I can't wait to get started.

Rose: Neither can I, I hope you get here soon ~!

"Ugh I can't believe I'm writing this crap." Lockheart said as he stood on the roof of the Lovitt Hotel, "It just makes me want to gag."

He slid his cellphone in his pocket and looked over at his partner who had decided to lie down on the ground and play games on their phone. He sighed again, he wasn't sure how they could play a game when things were getting a bit intense, but then again he rarely understood their methods.

"So when's he getting here?" his partner asked, "He's sure taking his sweet time."

"Apparently he had to get a taxi," Lockheart said, "He didn't want to draw attention to himself, some cops apparently showed up asking about Quirrell."

"Was that all they asked about?"

"Well no, they apparently asked about me too, I don't know why you told me to let them know I was lying," Lockheart asked in confusion, "It seems kind of counterproductive, don't you think?"

His partner shrugged their shoulders and went back to playing their game, signifying that they thought the conversation should be over. Lockheart thought about saying something for a few seconds, but he turned away and looked over the edge of the building. The city was lit up in all of its glory, creating a picturesque setting. The air was humid and stuffy, and clouds had started to roll in the sky, it seemed that it was going to rain soon. Lockheart regretted not buying an umbrella, he didn't really want to get his hair wet.

"So what are you going to do when this is all over?" Lockheart found himself asking, "Are you going to keep killing, or are you going to turn yourself in?"

"Neither," his partner stood up and stretched, "I don't plan on going to prison anytime soon, and it's not like I like killing."

"But you do it, even if you don't like it."

"There are some people who really deserve it, like Quirrell and Lucius."

"Well yeah they're horrible people, but don't you think this is kind of a bad precedent?" Lockheart asked as he looked over at the city, "I mean Lucius has a kid...I kind of feel bad for doing this."

"..."

"I mean not that I'm chickening out or anything, I'm just a bit nervous."

"..."

"I hope those cops aren't tailing him here or anything."

"They probably are, they'd be suspicious of the two of you either way," his partner said, "Lucius is a good liar, but he likes to underestimate the people who are working against him."

"Yes that's true..." Lockheart frowned as he got another text from Lucius.

Lucius: So where are you, I had to deal with an unpleasant man, so I'm rather peeved.

Rose: Oh Lucius you're here!

Rose: I'm on the roof, just take the elevator to the fifth floor and go through the door that leads to the roof.

Rose: It should be at the end of the hallway for the hotel.

Lucius: Why do you want to meet on the roof?

Lucius: I'd rather do it inside, if you know what I mean.

Rose: Aw but Lucy, don't you think it's more romantic to do it under the stars?

Rose: Please, can you do it for me?

Lucius: No, well unless you drop your price...

Rose: I'm sure boss won't mind, especially I give you all my love ~!

Lucius: Haha, alright fine I'll humor you for a little bit,

Lucius: But then we're heading straight back inside, got it?

Rose: Alright, thank you Lucy, you're the best!

"Okay he's on his way here," Lockheart said as he slid his phone back into his pocket, "So let's get ready."

His partner nodded and slid their phone into their pocket before hiding behind the entrance to the roof. A few moments later and Malfoy had made his way up to the roof, he blinked in surprise when he saw Lockheart standing there.

"What are you-"

Malfoy soon screamed out in pain as his partner tazed him from behind, and then collapsed to the ground.

"Ouch that look like it hurt." Lockheart said as he bent down next to Malfoy and fished around in his pockets.

"Y-you w-what are-"

"Hello, Vice Principal Malfoy," his partner said in a low voice as they stepped in front of Malfoy and smiled. "You probably don't recognize me but I can assure you that we have met in the past."

Malfoy blinked in confusion, "I recognize you...don't you go to school at Hogwarts?" He then began to get angry, "What do you think you're doing-attacking your vice principal like this?!"

"Don't act like you don't deserve it." his partner said, "You deserve every bit of pain you're going to be going through, after what you did."

"What, I haven't done anything wrong!" Malfoy shouted, "I've only done what I have in the best interests of the school and its stu-"

"That's a lie."

"What? I couldn't hear you, what did you say?"

"That's a lie!" his partner shouted, "You've only thought about yourself- you could care less about us!"

His partner motioned to him, and Lockheart brought Malfoy up to his feet. "You know you should feel honored," Lockheart said in a quiet voice, "You're going to get to use the express elevator."

"Express elevator? What are you talking about..." Malfoy's face grew pale as Lockheart dragged him over to the edge of the hotel. He slowly began to try and struggle out of Lockheart's hold, but Lockheart kept a firm hold on Malfoy.

"Listen I don't know what they're paying you but I can double it!" Malfoy shouted in panic, "No wait, I can triple it!"

As Lockheart dragged him to the edge, Malfoy began to cry,

"Please, I have a family!" he sobbed, "Please don't kill me!"

"Lockheart move."

Lockheart moved out of the way as his partner kicked Lucius in the back, sending him plummeting to the ground. Lockheart winced as Malfoy hit a car that was parked below him, the warped metal impaled the man as shards of glass rained down on the ground as the car's shrill alarm pierced through the night. Malfoy's limbs were twisted in an unnatural position as he died, his neck was twisted far to the right, giving Lockheart a full view to the horror that had filled Malfoy's eyes. People began to rush outside to see what was happening, and screamed in horror as they saw Malfoy's corpse. Lockheart felt like throwing up, but a tug on his sleeve tore him away from the gruesome scene.

"Hey we need to go now," his partner said, "The cops could be here at any moment, you got his cellphone right?"

Lockheart could only nod.

"Great, alright let's go."

And so the two of them quickly ran down the stairs and into the elevator. As they got to the ground floor they could see people pacing back and forth as they waited for the police to arrive. The two left the building without any incidents and climbed into Lockheart's car and drove away.

"So where to next?" Lockheart asked as he focused on the road. His partner opened their mouths to say something-

Hermione jolted awake in her seat in the hospital and rubbed her eyes. She had fallen asleep again, and this time someone she knew very well had just been killed. She wasn't sure what to think about it, should she turn herself in? That would be the right thing to do but...she didn't want to go to jail. But shouldn't someone like her go to jail? Why should she go to jail? It's not like there was a rule saying that if you dreamed about someone dying you're guilty. But still maybe she should do something? What could she possibly do, it would be better to leave now and get an alibi, the receptionist would be a great way to cover for herself. Still arguing with herself, Hermione left the room, unsure of what to do next...