[a/n]Sequel to #125. See its note for link to original fic. You've seen the bloodshed, now begins the fallout.
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Scar-Bones by phantomace13 II
DMLE Headquarters was a flurry of activity. There was no keeping a secret, so everyone knew that two of their own had tried to murder another, and a rather popular one at that. Harry ignored it all. He was so busy trying to get it all down on parchment, he'd ruined two scrolls and was working on his third. Distress over having Susan's birthday dinner completely wrecked warred with the fact, no matter how angry he was with his relatives, he had killed his father. Nor did the constant visitors to his cubicle speed his writing.
"The boss wants you Potter, and it doesn't help you've been hiding in this conference room." Alastair Moody groused at his wayward underling "Get a move on."
Harry had finally decided how he wanted to deal with the Department's seniormost Auror. He looked up from his parchmentwork with a carefully neutral expression and said "Sure Mad-Eye. Mind tagging along? I'd really only rather go over this once."
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"Harry!" a redhead missile impacted with him the moment he walked into Amelia's office "I'm so happy to see you're alright!"
He clutched at her like his life depended on it and emitted a half-strangled sob "Sue, so sorry about dinner."
"You big dummy." Her arms went around his waist and quite forgetting the presence of the old Auror, let alone her Auntie, kissed her boyfriend…deeply.
However long the kiss lasted, it was interrupted by a gruff cough "Very interesting, but I have more important things to do than watch kiddie porn."
"Expelliarmus!" Harry broke the kiss, his wand came out and the spell slammed the Master Auror into the office wall. If not for the privacy charms on the Director's office it, no doubt, would have brought the whole department.
Madam Bones didn't quite draw her wand, her tone was somewhere between outraged teenage girl's parent and an equally outraged boss "Assault on a superior doesn't improve career prospects, Mr. Potter."
"Anyone get the number of that hippogryff?" Moody was struggling to recover and still unaware of exactly what happened.
Susan got over her shock enough to ask "Harry! What did you do?"
"Accio wand!" snapped Harry and after pausing just long enough to offer an apologetic look at his girlfriend went on "Ask where Mad-Eye was 2 mins before attack on me." When the spell victim only gave a confused gurgle he added maliciously "Isoptera Opungo!"
Grogginess suddenly gone, the Master Auror looked horrified as a cloud of insects went to work on his artificial leg "What the hell? POTTER! What the HELL!"
"Finite Incantatum!" chanted Madam Bones, angrily. The conjured insects had enough time to do some damage, but not totally destroy it "If the next word out of your mouth is anything but an explanation you're fired!"
Harry only lowered his wand, he didn't holster it "HE was there OUTSIDE my flat BEFORE the attack!"
"I don't have to justify myself to you, boy!" Moody was back on his …well, one foot… and fully aware, and mad.
Madam Bones raised an eyebrow and pointed out "No, but I am a different matter, Alastair. So, what? Going to a girlfriend's house perhaps? She live in Harry's building? It was you taught me not to believe in coincidences. At the very least, you should have aided a fellow Auror."
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In St. Mungo's Emergency Room Nymphadora Tonks woke in a fairly comfortable private room that was reserved for Department casualties. A Healer stood over her, blue light fading from his wand. She asked "How am I sir?"
"Concussion. Now that you're awake you need to stay that way for the next several hours." His tone was professional "Sprained knee. Broken thumb. Both should be fully healed by morning. Ma'am, she's well enough to talk with you." He left the room.
Head turning, the young witch assumed the best 'at attention' pose she could while in bed. Despite her limited contact, anyone would recognize the visitor "Madam Bones!"
"Indeed." The Head of DMLE acknowledged without emotion "You were among the best and brightest of your age. Unlimited potential. What have you to say for yourself?"
The patient stiffened "With due respect, ma'am, I think I should consult with a defender."
"Let me tell you about my evening, Auror." Amelia's tone was cold "Today is, or rather yesterday at this point, my niece's birthday. She had plans to spend a truly festive evening with her boyfriend, the details of which a typical parent wouldn't want. Instead I was consoling her when said boy apparently stood her up….Not your turn to speak! … Imagine my horror when this was interrupted by a call reporting a deadly engagement involving several of my wizards and witches."
Tonks looked horrified "Deadly? Who?"
"Not relevant to this discussion." If possible the tone was colder "Right now, you are just out of a career and likely to lose your pension. Whether you spend time in Azkaban depends on how honest and cooperative you are in the next five minutes. Now do you still want that lawyer?"
Nymphadora Tonks' hair turned a violent neon red, she elbowed her pillow violently a couple times, then started talking.
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[a/n]For those, like me, who are Latin-challenged Harry unleashed termites on Moody.
