Chapter 25

Bloody Mad

May 28,1999

Rockingham, Australia

Draco woke to Hermione lightly tracing her fingers over the scars on his chest and abdomen.

"Morning, beautiful." Draco said sleepily. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm a little sore, but I'm well. How are you?" She asked with a kiss. He answered with a kiss or two or three.

He ran his hands down her body and over her breasts. She ran her hands through his hair and he moaned. She didn't know anyone could be filled with such need so quickly. He also had grown hard. She ran her hand up and down him a few times before he flipped her on her back and began to lap at her juices with tongue. She was wet and ready for him to take her.

"Do you want me, 'Mione?" He groaned. She couldn't reply with words just nodded her head. He grabbed a wand again and cast the proper spells.

He kissed her lips and pushed her legs a little further apart. He positioned himself above her and entered her slowly. She was so tight. Gods, he didn't know anything could feel so good. He began to move slowly and then they got into a highly pleasurable rhythm. She wanted him deeper so she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper.

"OHH. OHH. Hermione." He moaned and she could only whimper.

Before too long they were both at the point of no return and Draco ran his hand down her body and onto her nub. He rubbed it a few times and pumped his own body faster and faster into her until they climaxed together. He fell breathlessly on top of her. They both spent the next few moments gathering their senses and catching their breath.

Hermione couldn't believe something could feel so good. She felt like she could just stay in bed with Draco forever. She knew she had to go and meet her parents though.

"Draco, we should get ready to go to my parents." She said and he rolled off her.

"You shower first. I'd join you but we might not ever leave this room if I did that." He whispered into her ear and kissed her.

Wilkins/Granger House

Hermione rung the bell to her parents house. Her mum answered the door and hugged her and then hugged Draco. She ushered them into the breakfast nook and they all ateand chatted about school and what they had been doing and what they were planning on doing the rest of the summer. They purposely left out the part about Roddy and Michael and Draco getting hit with the sectumsempra not even four weeks ago.

"Hermione, dear, your father and I spent hours and hours talking about this last night and even some this morning, and we feel that we need to stay here, in Rockingham. We have a life here now. We have friends and a booming practice. Going back to England would just be painful and confusing for everyone involved." Hermione's mother took a deep breath. She could see the color leaving her daughter's face. "Baby, this doesn't mean we don't love you. We do. We love you so much. We are still trying to process everything that has happened but we love you very much. I am not saying we won't ever return to England, but not right now."

"We want you to still be in our lives. We've lived almost two years without our daughter and we don't want that anymore. We want you to come and visit us and write us and even ring us. I guess you don't use phones though, do you?" Hermione's father asked.

"Well, in the wizarding world we don't, but I can always get one. I still have the house, there is one there. We can make it work. I don't think I was expecting you to just pack everything up and come back home. Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting you to do." Hermione answered.

"Here we are Monica and Wendell Wilkins but neither of us are very attached to those names. We do want to change our names back to Ryan and Ashely Granger. I know it is going to be challenging but I think we should. I never really felt like a Wendell, honestly. That's a right terrible name, Hermione." Her father said. She couldn't help but giggle at him. She did choose a pretty terrible name for her father. They continued to talk about things and their reasons for choosing to stay in Rockingham. Hermione understood. She really did. They were taking everything reasonably well, Hermione was glad. She felt relieved.

They decided that Hermione and Draco would stay in Australia for five more days and spend some time with her parents and seeing the west side of the continent. They spent the rest of the day exploring the local beaches.

They spent the four of the next five days exploring the local muggle history and seeing the local sites. The other day Hermione and Draco spent in wizarding Perth and other local wizarding towns.

Everyone had a marvelous time. Hermione was so relieved to have reconnected with her parents. The morning before they left to go to New Zealand Hermione sent an owl to Harry and Ron. She told them all about their meeting with her parents and about her parents' decision to stay in Australia. She also sent back a few items she picked up that reminded her of them. She ended the note asking Harry how everything had gone.

June 3, 1999

Auckland, New Zealand

Hermione and Draco were strolling down the streets in beautiful wizarding Auckland. The city was beautiful. They toured some of the major wizarding homes in Australia and they ate at the best local restaurant. They were planning on exploring some of the smaller islands the next few days. They were going to lay on the beach and relax.

Hermione had found a local book shop and was tucked away in a corner reading a book on a very wealthy wizarding family from New Zealand. Draco just smiled at his beautiful little bookworm. The fact that she was so curious drove him nuts while they were in school but now, now, he realized that it was one of the things he loved about her. They bought few books and continued to explore the old city. They found a beautiful park in muggle Auckland and headed there. They sat by a beautiful lake and then they went and rented a paddle boat and paddled around the lake.

The sun had long ago set by the time they made it back to their hotel in wizarding Auckland.

June 4, 1999

Rochester, New York, United States

Michael had been working as another stock boy in New York. It was such boring work. He itched to be back making those chemicals in Blaine.

He needed to make a potion. He needed to mix something.

He needed to know why the hell he was running and who the hell he was running from.

He needed to talk to Luke or his parents or someone.

He decided to head to wizarding New York City for the day. He needed firewhiskey and maybe a lady or two. He apparated from his muggle motel to a wizarding office with a floo not to far outside Rochester.

New York City

Michael roamed the busy streets of wizarding New York City feeling more alive than he had since the Ravenclaw party. He went to a bar and ordered a glass of firewhiskey. He was relaxing and enjoying himself. There was a very beautiful brunette at the other end of the bar that he made up his mind he was going to go and talk to.

He was making his way across the bar when something inside of his snapped. Everywhere he looked there were people who worked for Voldemort. He had so many people to choose from. He needed to kill someone.

He looked around trying to decide who would be his first kill. In a far corner was Amycus Carrow.

Michael hated the Carrow family. Amycus had tortured him and his classmates while they were at Hogwarts before the war. That bastard deserved to die. He was evil. He walked over to the man and took ahold of his black coat.

Michael apparated them back to his muggle hotel room. Michael took his wand from him and hoisted him upside down using the levicorpus. The man began to beg for his life but Michael just silenced him. Michael slowly cast the spell around the man centering on his chest. He man opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. The man was just writhing in pain. His breathing was very labored then it slowed and soon the man was dead.

Michael wasn't satisfied. He grabbed his portkey and landed in Ottawa, Canada. He wandered around the streets of Ottawa until he found the Carrow girl. He hated her almost as much as he hated the brother. He grabbed her coat, pressed the portkey into her and they both landed in his muggle motel room.

Michael had the same fate in mind for Alecto as he had for Amycus. Once he killed Alecto he packed his bag and grabbed the portkey he set to send him to Cancun, Mexico.

The muggle police were very confused when they saw the bodies hanging in midair and nothing holding them their. They had to call their chief in. Their chief was confused as well. The police decided to call in the state detectives.

The state detectives were just as confused as the police. What the hell? They had never seen any killed that way before and they sure as hell couldn't figure out how the people were hanging upside down or how to get them down. It was time to call the FBI.

When the FBI agent walked into the room he knew immediately who he needed to call. Johnny Ray Byrd.

When Johnny Ray and Roddy arrived on the scene they told the agent he had been correct in calling them and that they would take it from there.

"He's getting bold. A damn muggle motel. He's running. He's living like a muggle. Damn it!" Johnny Ray said.

"We are in even more trouble now than we were before. He is leaving these bodies in muggle places. What the hell are we going to do now?" Roddy asked as he finished taking the final pictures.

"I guess I'm going to have to brief the damn FBI. Shit. I hate talking to them." Johnny Ray fumed before they apparated to the local WP. They would take care of the bodies from there.

Cancun, Mexico

"How the hell did I end up here? Where the hell am I?" Michael asked himself out loud when he woke up.

"Sir, you got here by portkey. You landed then passed out. You're in Cancun. You're in my house. I saw you land and then pass out and decided to bring you here to be taken care of. I'm Alita."

"Thank you for bringing me. I have no idea why I'm here." Michael sat there for a few moments, "SHIT! NOT AGAIN. FUCK! I AM GOING BLOODY CRAZY!" He screamed.

"Sir, sir. What's wrong?" Alita asked clearly nervous.

"Nothing. I've just remembered something. Everything is fine. May I get a glass of water or better yet, firewhiskey."

"I've got some firewhiskey, I'll pour you some. You could probably use some." Alita said trying to hide the nerves in her voice.

They chatted for a while longer before they went to bed.

June 5, 1999

Auckland, New Zealand

"Good morning, birthday boy!" Hermione sang when Draco opened his eyes. He had completely forgotten that today was his birthday. He was glad to see that Hermione hadn't.

Hermione had pancakes ready when he woke up with a 19 candle in them. She sang happy birthday to him and he blew out the candle.

"This is the best birthday morning I've ever had." Draco smiled at her after the blew out his candles.

She leaned over and kissed him deeply. "Hmmm, do you want your presents now or later?" She asked with her mouth hovering about his.

"Can I have one now and one later?" He asked. "I know what I want now. The pancakes will just have to wait." He grinned.

She giggled as he began to strip her shirt off of her. Soon they were tangled in one another arms passionately making love. Draco could get use to birthday sex. It was highly pleasurable.

They spent the rest of the day on the beach relaxing and playing in the water.

That evening they dressed in their best clothes and went to the nicest restaurant in all of wizarding New Zealand. They had a lovely time. The food was delicious and the wine was even better. They were very much in love. They were both glowing and radiating happiness whenever they were together.

When they returned to their suite Hermione made him close his eyes and she pulled out a small scrap book she had made before they had left and then added pages to it when he was busy or going for a run.

"Here, it isn't much, but it's all I could do for right now. I saw how you looked when you saw the one from my time at Hogwarts and with Harry and Ron, and well, I wanted you to see how much I love you and care for you." She spoke, now rather shy of her homemade gift.

He opened the cover and inside was a picture of the two of them in front of the car on their first date. Each page held pictures, some muggle and some wizarding, of their time together. It contained her written thoughts of things going on between the two of them or what they did on a specific day. She wrote a poem for him. There were pictures from Easter and their trip to the theme park. There were pictures from their first date and their date to the quidditch match. There were pictures with Roddy and with Harry and Ron and Neville, and all the Weasleys'.Hermione had even managed to find the time to put pictures together from their trip so far. "It's amazing. Really, Hermione. It's perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better present. I love this. It means more to me than you can even imagine." He truly did love it. She has put more thought into this than anything else he had ever received. He was at a lost for words so he leaned over and kissed her and slowly began to undress her.

Cancun, Mexico

When Michael woke up the next morning he had no idea where he was until he saw Alita in the kitchen.

They ate breakfast and then he decided he'd go and walk to the beach. He thanked Alita for her hospitality and left.

He headed to the beach but before he could get there he saw something that grabbed his attention. He had to kill that man. He didn't know why, he just did. He was evil. He was wearing a long black robe. He had light brown hair and thin pointy features. He was smirking and he kept doing a weird licking thing with his tongue. He had to go.

"Where the hell am I going to kill him at?" Michael whispered to himself.

He grabbed ahold of the man's robe and apparated into Alita's home. He didn't want to have to kill the woman who had been kind to him but he had no other option. He silenced Alita and Barty Crouch Jr. and took both of their wands. He bound their legs magically and killed Alita fast so she didn't suffer but made the man watch. After he was finished with Alita he moved on to Barty Jr.

After Michael was finished he set his portkey to Florida and apparated to Boca Raton, Florida. He landed in a unpopulated part of South Beach Park. He wandered around South Beach Park for a while. He looked around at all the people who seemed to be happy. They had no idea he was fighting an internal battle. They had no idea he could kill them all with a few simple movements of his hand and want.

He had no control over his actions.

He needed a drink. He found his way into a wizarding bar and ordered a drink or two. He was so tired of whatever was going on within himself. If he was going to be in a beautiful place like Cancun or Boca Raton he wanted to enjoy it. He needed to get help.

He sat there with a glass of firewhiskey and mulled over his decisions. He couldn't keep killing these innocent people. He didn't want to do it anymore. He wanted it to stop. He decided he would ask the bartender where the closest local hospital was and he would admit himself. He was done. He had no idea what he was doing but he wanted no part of it anymore. The moment he made decision and went to ask the bartender he felt the strongest desire to kill someone. He needed it. Someone around had to be evil. He would find them.

Michael wandered through the streets on a mission. It was getting to the point he didn't care who it was. He saw a family talking about heading home so he cast a disillusionment over himself and followed them. They apparated home but he was able to grab ahold of one of them just in time. He slowly and meticulously cast the curse to kill the man and his wife and three children.

He apparated to the bar in Washington. He needed a drink. He needed to see his friends. He knew he couldn't but he wanted too. He wanted Wina and to talk to Luke. He had a drink there and then went and found a cheap motel to stay in.

Washington DC, United States

"Sir." Greg knocked on Johnny Ray's door and slowly pushed it open. "Sir, there's been another murder. In Cancun this time."

"What the hell? Who murders someone in Cancun? This guy is going to kill me. Shit. Do you know where Roddy is?" Johnny Ray asked.

"Yeah, he went to go grab some pepper up. I passed him on my way in, he knows. He said he'd meet you in here as soon as he found some pepper up."

"Thanks, Greg. I can't wait to catch this bastard. I don't care if he can't help it or not. I'm so tired of this shit. I'm tired of being dragged across the entire US and then into Canada, Mexico, and what Brazil, was it? I need this bastard caught so I can sleep." Johnny Ray stormed around his office gathering his things and getting ready to head to Mexico.

"Atleast it was in a wizarding residence and not a muggle area again." Roddy commented as he walked through the door, "but, I'm sure as hell ready to catch this guy. Mae and I are going to take a very long vacation to somewhere owls can't find and the floo doesn't work once he's caught."

Cancun, Mexico

"This place is beautiful. Who has the urge to murder someone here? All I want to do is go lie on the beach." Roddy said as they looked through the window of Alita's house.

"He is sick and twisted that's for damn sure."

Johnny Ray and Roddy were about to head back to DC when the WP came in and said they needed to go to Florida instead.

"What the fuck? What the hell is going on with this bastard?" Johnny Ray fumed and took the address from the WP. He changed the portkey and Roddy and Johnny Ray were off to Boca Raton.

Boca Raton, Florida

"Damn! Kids again." Roddy whispered when they landed in the house. "This is always hard but it's the worst when there are children involved. This guy has some serious issues."

"I want this fuckin' bastard caught! What the hell can we do to trace him?" Johnny Ray screamed.

"You know just as well as I do that we can't trace apparation and with his portkey he has it so that he can travel to any country freely. We can't change it unless he brings it in. We have no way to trace him. His killings aren't logical at all. It's like he just goes places and then kills someone, but now he's killed 9 people in two days. That's a record for him. The muggle expert said that he looked up places on the internet and one of them was Rochester, New York, but neither of these places were on that list. I have a list of all the places he looked up. He can't look up wizarding places on that, but I sort of wish we could. He hasn't been in contact with anyone back in England. We've got a very a trace on all of the floos in Luke's house and at his father's company. We've got a trace on all of his family's floos as well as his girlfriend and all of his wizarding friends in America. Luke gave us some names of a few other people he was friends with in Hogwarts and we've got traces on their floos. We are doing everything we can. This guy is very sick."

"I know. I'm sorry I just lost it. I shouldn't have. This case is getting to me. I know you've done everything you can. I know the rest of the team is out all the time trying to hunt him down. Let's just finish up here. I need some damn tea."

June 10, 1999

Washington DC, United States

"That's fuckin' bastard has killed in 18 different places in 6 fuckin' days. He's killed 41 fuckin' people in 6 fuckin' days!" Johnny Ray screamed in the conference room.

The entire team knew it was coming. Michael had gone off his rocker. He was bloody mad. No one had slept in 6 days. They were using every resource they could. They were completely drained. They still had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

Roddy spoke out, "Sir, I don't mean to interrupt but I've been contacted the British Auror Agency and they've agreed to lend us Potter and Weasley and count this as their training if we want them. I know that I can get Draco and Hermione here as well. I'm sure we can get a few others who knew Michael if we wanted them. Luke has offered to do everything he can to help us out even if that means postponing going to university."

"Get Potter and Weasley over here as soon as you can. We can hold off on Draco and Hermione. I know they are on vacation, let's not interrupt them yet, but we may need them soon enough. I'd let him know he is on call if I was you. Tell Luke the same thing. We might need him just because he was friends with this bastard." Johnny Ray spewed. He was pissed. He was more than pissed. There wasn't even a word for how angry he was.

"It's late. I know no one has slept in about a week. Go home. Sleep. Don't anyone show up here till atleast 10, this includes you, Greg. Sleep. Alot. Eat a good home cooked meal. Fry yourself some chicken eat some greens, something. Make some serious love to your wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend, neighbor, someone. We all need to come in here tomorrow clear headed and ready to work. We need to catch this bastard. Go home. NOW!" Johnny Ray's eyes followed his ragged team as they left the conference room. It was just Roddy and Johnny Ray left.

"Go home, Rod. Go home. I am." Johnny Ray said as he pushed his chair in.

"I'm gonna contact the British then I'll head home. Oh Johnny Ray, you better not be here before 10 either." Roddy laughed and headed to his floo.

June 11, 1999

Manila, Philippians

Hermione and Draco were getting ready to head out and find an exotic beach to lay out on in the Philippians when an owl was tapping on their window.

"It's from Roddy." Hermione's voice sang through the hotel suite.

"Damn, I bet it isn't good news. He'd been quiet since there was the attempt on your life. I didn't think he'd stopped." Draco replied after applying a sunscreen charm over himself.

"Oh, Draco. Michael. Michael has lost his mind. He's killed over 40 people in 6 days. Oh my gods. I can't believe it. What happened to him?" Hermione whispered after she read the note.

"Do we need to go and help him?" Draco asked seriously hoping not to have to go.

"Not yet. He says we're on call though. He has sent for Harry and Ron. I can't believe it's gotten this bad." Hermione choked on her words.

"Hermione, shhhhh, don't cry. It's okay. There isn't anything we can do. He will mess up and he will get caught. It's okay. Roddy is the best. He'll catch him. He's got Potter and Weasley helping him over there now. They'll find him. It's going to be okay." Draco soothed. It tore holes in his heart to see Hermione upset. "Let's go find that beach they were talking about last night in the lobby."

Draco and Hermione headed to the beach.

London, England

"Potter, Weasley!" the head of the auror department called. Ron and Harry walked into the office.

"Sir." Harry answered.

"I've been in contact with Roddy Allen from America, he said you know him, is that right?" Ron and Harry both nodded yes. "Well, I'm sending you two over to him. They need you help. This will be part of your training. You're scheduled to leave at four, our time and will be arriving there around 10. Go home, back your bags, grab a nap, and come on back here by 3:30. I'll have a portkey ready for you."

"Yes, sir." Harry and Ron answered simultaneously and left the office.

"Something must have happened over there for Roddy to call us in." Ron said and they headed to the floo network.

Harry and Ron arrived in Johnny Ray's office a few moments after 10.

"You Potter and Weasley?" Johnny Ray asked in a thick Southern accent.

"Yes, sir we are." Harry answered and stuck out his hand.

"Well, it's nice to meet y'all. I'm terribly sorry that it's under these circumstances. I'll brief y'all as soon as Roddy gets back. He went to go get some tea for us."

Roddy came walking in the door just as Johnny Ray finished talking.

"Hey y'all. I'm glad y'all are here. I'm sorry y'all are over here for this reason though. Go ahead Johnny Ray."

Johnny Ray briefed Ron and Harry.

"Bloody Hell. He's lost his bloody mind." Ron screeched while looking at Harry.

Harry was staring at all the pictures and just said,"He's bloody mad, that's for damn sure." They began to talk and plan and plot and think out loud about how to get Michael.