Thankssomuch for the follows,favs and reviews. Harry was at the ministry holding btw, not in Azkaban &sorry 'bout the cliffhanger? And the long wait for another chapter? Either way, here is it. Enjoy.

Chapter six.

Some would have called him crazy. Some would say they didn't care and others would have approved. Most though, would have disapproved and say, he just made a deal with the devil. They would say he was going to be lied to and that it would come around and bite him in the ass. But, Delton Dawlish hadn't told anyone, except for the wife and she was proud. That mattered to him. He was just scared - Scared to find out the truth behind the child and his imprisonment. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had been dwindling for too long, been hanging back and letting it all happen and this was his chance to make a change.

Yet, to find out the truth, he knew he must hold up to his end of the bargain and so, he practically ran from the interrogation room and through the ministry. It took him a couple of days. A question here, a plea there and finally, he was in the clear to retrieve Rabastan Lestrange's full file. He made a copy, the original went into his own pocket and the other one landed with a thud on the desk of two juniors. They, fresh and shiny new from Auror school were tasked with searching it trough and listing anything out of the ordinary; Delton in all his brute head auror glory telling them to hurry up and owl him immediately once found something - anything.

From there on, he made sure the Auror office was running smoothly and settled two seniors to run incoming troubles, then, he had a brief talk with Mary about her behaviour. She knew she had been out of line but also demanded to be let in on what was going on. Delton sighed deeply and told her in all honestly that he wasn't sure if she should know, if she could handle the truth and the secret attached and left her behind in his office, leaving to take further steps. He had things to do.

Several days went by and indeed, the two juniors had found inconsistencies. He had been on two places at once or was doing shopping as his Gringrott's account confirmed while he was being seen at another place. The biggest flaw they found was the lack of use of veritaserum during the trials or the missing records of people who had spoken on his behalf. With that news, he trusted Mary to find those pieces and re-track the double sightings- was it possible it was just a matter of apparition back and forth or were there mistakes made in time, maybe they saw another person instead of him?

Mary accepted, and delved in on it as if her job depended on it. Still, she didn't know why Delton had a sudden interest in going over the younger Lestrange's file as the elder Lestrange trial was being set up.

Delton had waved it of, merely saying it may be of importance to the elder one's trial and Mary, although quite smart but a little too trusting - bought it.

Now Delton knew a little to bring back at Rodolphus Lestrange, he hauled the man from his cell and into an interrogation room. A swish, a swirl and one crushed feather let the man speak in freedom.

"This room is so dreary." Rodolphus mentioned as he took his seat and Delton shrugged. "I couldn't care less."

"So, tell me why we are here today, Dear."

"Because," Delton flipped Rabastans' file on the table. "I'm holding my end of the deal. There are some things not quite right."

"I told you so!" Rodolphus leaned forward, reaching out to pull the file towards himself but Delton was quicker, slamming his big hand on top of it. "Not so fast."

"Hmm? I can't look?"

"What do you think?" Delton stacked the file away again. "Of course not."

"Then what?" Rodolphus said, eying the other man warily. "I mean, you are going to do something about it, don't you?"

"I shall. When you hold up your end."

"Ah," Rodolphus leaned back in his seat. "You want to know what happened on Halloween nineteen eighty one."

"And the kid. I want to know about the kid."

"You trust me I will tell the truth?"

Delton shook his head.

"Legilimency?" Rodolphus ventured but Delton shook his head again. "I wouldn't want to be stuck here all day, now would you?"

"You want my memories."

"Smart lad." Delton grinned and settled a box on the table, pushing it to the opposite end. The other man opened the box and found many rows of tiny glass bottles.

"How am I going to that?"

"You can do wandless magic."

Rodolphus didn't answer, but held up his hands instead. His sleeves tumbled down and the two shiny silver bands around his wrists showed. Delton tilted his head and with a swish, the bands clattered open on the table.

"I don't have all day."

For a moment, Delton feared the man would pull a trick and might try to escape. The way how he paused and just eyed the bottles had him worried but then a sigh and Rodolphus started the task of filling a few of the bottles. Apparently, either man had it's own goals and whether it would cost jobs or freedom, it didn't matter at all. Some things came with a price and both men were ready to pay.

And so, Delton came in the possession of the memories and Rodolphus, who was, afterwards shackled up again and ended back into his cell, awaiting answers.


Hector Croaker was a nice guy. Helpful, supportive, a good friend. He had the traits Delton valued highly in people and when he appeared at the desk to ask his friend if he could get him a pensieve off the record, the man had just smiled and wondered if there was a chance if this was about the lost son.

Delton had nodded and was promptly hugged. "I'm so glad, lil' ol' Dee!"

Naturally, Delton left shortly after that, with a metal basin his bag and a dinner date for Friday night. He loved his friend, but he didn't quite like casserole and he wondered, how the hell was he supposed to get Mary there?

From there on, he went over to pay his next-in-line a visit. Delton Dawlish had to argue over it, and almost had to smack his successor with a flat hand on the forehead but in the end, the gruff man agreed on taking Delton's Monday shift.


That come Monday, two days after Friday night's dinner where he had, embarrassingly so, caught Mary and Hector locking tongues in his front garden when he was taking out that nights trash, he crammed himself in his tiny study and settled the heavy basin down. One by one he emptied the glass bottles into the pensieve and with one last look at the corner of his desk where the family picture stood with the bright green rabbit next to it, he plummeted in.