Avada Kedavra: Investigating the death of Draco Malfoy.
Kuroi Shi.
Chapter 4: Interrogation.
Discalimer: Does it matter?
Kuroi Shi re-wrote this chapter a little bit.. Because it was originally written at 3:00 am, and, kuroi kinda thought it sucked. And, there were a few plot holes that needed to be filled. Thanks to Purplerain for pointing one of them out.
~ * ~ * ~ 10:45 am. The great hall. ~ * ~ * ~
"Should we tell him what we know?" Harry asked, as He, and Hermione made thier way to the great hall, to see Professer Dumbledore.
"I don't see why not." Hermione said. "Unless you think... He had something to do with it."
"What? Professor Dumbledore? Of course not." Harry stated. "But..."
"But what?" Hermione asked.
"Umm, Nothing." He replied.
Mr. Filch made sure Harry, and Hermione made it to the great hall, before searching for the next victim, err.. possible witness.. Dumbledore was all alone in the great hall, sitting at the teachers table. Harry, and Hermione joined him, standing at the opposite end of the table.
"As you probably don't know, Well over 60% of the students lay dead in the hospital wing right now. It seems like there is a murder every two minutes. We cant evacuate the school, there isn't anywhere the remaining students can go, and, the Hogwarts express can't come until tommorow, which may be too late." Dumbledore explained. "I know the 2 of you have been searching the school for clues, and evidance. Have you figured out anything that I could use, to put a stop to this?" he asked.
"Well, we did come to a couple conclusions, but, none of them make sense any more." Hermione stated.
"Oh?" Dumbledore asked, "Would you mind sharing?"
"Ok." She said. "First, the letters that only some students reveived in the morning. We thought that those who did not receive the letters were the only ones who were going to be killed."
"That was the plan..." Dumbledore mumbled quietly to himself.
"What was that?" Asked Harry.
"Nevermind," Replied the headmaster.
"But more than half the school is gone, and only about 50% of them did not receive letters." Hermione pointed out. "Next, the muggle weapons being used, and the fact that no Hufflepuffs were dying ment that it could only be a muggle-born Hufflepuff doing it... But, They're all dead not too. So far, everything that we found out, turned out to be a mere coincedance, and had nothing to do with the killer's identity at all. He's not even leaving behind a pattern, or something we can use to determine who he's after, or who's next."
"Interesting.. .. anything else?" Asked the headmaster.
"Well, we think that who ever is responsible is working out of your office." Said Harry.
"My office? Why would you think that?" Dumbledore inquired.
"We found some things, hidden all around the school, which we believe the murderer is using to spy on everyone." Hermione pulled a peice of the 2 way mirror our of her pocket. "Look through there. It's your office." She handed the glass to the headmaster.
"What!! You actually kept a peice of that?" Shouted Harry. "We could have been killed!"
"Hey, It's evidance. And, we aren't dead yet, are we?" She stated.
Dumbledore examined the mirror peice carefully. "Yes, it looks like my office all right... Do you mind if I hang on to this?" Asked the headmaster.
"No, not at all. Keep it." Hermione told him. "Sir, we also noticed that a person is only killed when someone makes an accusation. That's probably why those mirrors are hidden all over the school."
Dumbledore looked into the mirror peice again. "I'm going to check my office. I think I just saw someone in there. You stay here." He quickly walked toward the exit of the great hall.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A rather large portion of the celing collapsed, and came down right on top of the headmaster, leaving him very dead, lying in a puddle of his own blood.
"Oh great. Just perfect. Harry, You dig him out. I'll get madam Pomfrey. This totally destroy's another one of our ideas. We didn't make an accusation, and he's dead. Arg!" Hermione took off in search of the hospital wing.
Using "Wingardium leviosa" Harry was able to remove the peices of celing that covered the hedmaster in no time at all. But, As Harry got down to the last few peices, He noticed something was wrong... ... Professer Dumbledore was not there. And, the large puddle of blood surrounding the pile of celing, was gone.
Hermione returned with the school doctor. "Well, where is he?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"He... Umm... vanished." Harry tried to explain
"What? Yeah right. Do you think this is funny? Students are being killed all over the school, and you drag me out of the hospital wing, to come look at bits of collapsed celing! When I find the headmaster, there will be detention for the both of you! You'll be cleaning bedpans for a month!" A very angry Madam Pomfrey stormed out of the great hall, and returned to the hospital wing.
"Hernione, I swear, I didn't do anything with the headmaster. As soon as I moved all the crap that fell on him, He was gone." Harry tried to explain.
"Whoa.. calm down.. I was here with you. I saw it happen. Lets go search his office." She suggested. "Do you remember where it is?"
~ * ~ * ~ 11:00 am. Dumbledore's office ~ * ~ * ~
"Do you know the password?" Asked Hermione.
"Nope. But, last time I had to get into his office, I just kept guessing, and, it opened." Harry told her.
"Ok, lets try it." she said.
"Pine sol"
"Mr. Clean"
"Lemon Sherbet"
"Mr Sparkle"
"Richard Harris" And, the door opened.
"Who's Richard Harris?" Hermione asked, as she steped onto the stairs, leading up to Dumbledore's office.
"Just some actor." Harry replied.
Hermione, and Harry climbed the stairs that lead to Dumbledore's office, only to find that, of course, his office was locked. Harry began to decend, heading for the stone statue that guarded the entrance to the office.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"Back to the common room, or the great hall, or something. The door is locked." He replied.
"What are you, dense? We have wands you know." Hermione said, very sarcastically. "Alohomora," Hermione waved her wand over the door handle, and, like magic the door popped open. Hermione entered, and Harry followed.
Much to their surprise, Dumbledores office was completley empty. It looked nothing like it did in the peice of mirror that Hermione found. It looked like it did the day Harry first went to visit Dumbledore, back in second year. There were shelves of books, and pictures of past headmasters on the walls.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Hermione asked, "Help me look!"
"For what?" Harry asked.
"I don't care, clues, evidance, anything!" Hermione was getting scary, she had a tendancy to do that when she was worried.
Harry joined Hermione in her search for... well.. whatever they could find, anything strange, or unusual, and concidering they were in Dumbledore's office, you'd think the strange and unusual would not be hard to find, but, it was.
"Hey, Hermie?" Harry asked, "Maybe the Sorting hat knows." He suggested.
"Don't call me Hermie, and, good thinking, now, where does Dumbledore keep it?" She replied.
"I'm up here," Said the talking hat, "What would you like to know?"
"Anything!" Shouted Harry.
"Anything eh.. Ok then, Harry, I still say you'd make a good Slytherin."
"Oh, not that again. Tell me about what's going on at school. Did Dumbledore tell you anything about the murders? Does he know anything?" Hermione asked.
"Why yes, in fact he did. He explained his plan in great detail, in fact-" The hat was cut off by the shadow voice again.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Poisoned blow darts hailed from the celing, tearing the talking hat to shreads, and hitting Hermione absolutley everywhere in the proscess. She collapsed, and the hat vanished. It was odd, but, not one dart hit Harry. Hermione had at least 50 sticking out of her, and the hat was torn up by several hundred, But, not Harry. It made hin think that perhaps this was all a plot against Harry. Someone obviously wanted him to suffer. The situation was beyond scary now, and well into totally insane.
Harry picked up Hermione, he carried her out of the office, past the stone statue, and into the hospital wing, fighting the insatiable urge to cry.
~ * ~ * ~ 11:25 am, Hospital Wing ~ * ~ * ~
There was no one there. The hospital wing was totally deserted. Harry put the very dead Hermione onto the nearest bed, and looked around for Madam Pomfrey. She was nowhere to be found, In fact, there was no one there. The beds that filled dead students only an hour earlier were completley empty, and.. clean, as if there was no one in the beds to begin with. Not a blood stain in sight. Harry returned to the bed he had put Hermione on, and she had vanished too. What the hell was going on! If this was a plot to drive Harry insane, It was working.
~ * ~ * ~ 11:30 am, Wandering the school ~ * ~ * ~
Confused, and very frightened, Harry Potter left the hospital wing, and went in search of someone, anyone, the halls were empty, so were the class rooms, the common room was empty, there was no one in the towers, on the owlery, or even the quidditch pitch. It had gotten to the point almost, where even a dead body would have made Harry happy. The boy was seriously beginning to doubt his sanity. Maybe it was all some totally whacked out dream?
Harry decided to visit Hagrid once again, if he was still there, that is.
And, as luck would have it, only 5 minutes later, Harry was sitting down with Hagrid, drinking from a very large cup of tea.
~ * ~ * ~ 11:35 am, Hagrids hut ~ * ~ * ~
"What brings ya 'ere Harry?" The half giant asked.
"Haven't you heard?"
"heard what?" Hagrid replied
"The murders at the school. Ron, Hermione and I came to you this morning about it, Draco had been killed, Remeber? Now, everyone else is gone too. I think you and I maybe the only ones left, and something is going to happen at noon, which is in .. 20 minutes!!" Harry explained.
"Oh! That! Yea, I remember ya commin' here this mornin' But. I didn't know everyone was gone. You jus' stay here until noon. I'll protect ya." Hagrid Said.
There was a knock on the door.
"Don't go!" Harry said.
There was a knock again.
"I have to, could be somone important." He replied
Another knock.
"Please Hagrid, stay here, I don't want you to leave me too!" Harry was getting very frightened.
Another knock, and Hagrid opened the door anyway. Only a little bit though, Just enough so that Harry could not see who was there.
"Oh, Hi. What brings you out there Proffessor-" Hagrid Started, he was inturrupted by a loud 'Shh'
"Please step outside." Said whoever was behind the door. Hagrid did just that, and followed the mystery man outside.
Harry waited, and waited, But, Hagrid did not come back. He must be dead to, Harry thought. "Well, I'm not safe here either. I might as well wait for noon in the great hall. Maybe some house elves are left, and have started on lunch. Boy am I hungry."
~ * ~ * ~ 11:50, The great hall ~ * ~ * ~
Hary left the small hut, and returned to the school, to the great hall. Harry was not in the least bit surprised to see that there was no more gaping hole in the celing, nor was there a pile of rubble on the floor. Harry took a seat at the designated Gryffindor table, and waited for noon, for his possible death while contemplating who could be behind it. "Maybe it's Voldemort? Well, if it was, he finally got me. It could be Dumbledore, The hat did say something about a plot, and, Hagrid greeted the mystery person as 'Proffessor'.. and, who else would have access to his office like that.. Hermione, and I did dee Dumbledores office in it... Man, the Dursleys are going to love this one. Not only will I be out of thier lives, but, several hundered other wizards are going to be gone too.
Several minutes passed, and there was no food, at his tabe anyway. The Slytherin table was coverd in it. Maybe no one had cleaned it after breakfast? Not like it mattered, only 5 minutes until his demise, Well, even so, Harry did not feel like dying on an empty stomach, and, the Slytherins were gone, so, what the hell. He might be able to defend himself against.. whatever... after a bit of food. Harry got up, and waked towards the Slytherin table, Grabbing a couple sandwiches, he headed back to the Gryffindor area.
"What the hell do you think you're doing! That's our food!" Draco had just entered the great hall, and he looked mad, "What the hell are you staring at Potter, put it back!"
Harry could say nothing, all he did was stare, stare at the boy who had been killed several hours ago.
"What the hell are you staring at!" Draco walked over to Harry, took the sandwiches off him, and returned to the Slytherin table. "What?!"
Harry was still staring at Draco.
Harry's watch struck noon, food appeared on the other three tables, he heard a loud bang, then...
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To be continued
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So, what do ya think? any more crazy accusations? Who hates cliffhangers!!
Just to let everyone know, You're all so close, yet so far to figuring out who actually did it. =D
Kuroi Shi.
Chapter 4: Interrogation.
Discalimer: Does it matter?
Kuroi Shi re-wrote this chapter a little bit.. Because it was originally written at 3:00 am, and, kuroi kinda thought it sucked. And, there were a few plot holes that needed to be filled. Thanks to Purplerain for pointing one of them out.
~ * ~ * ~ 10:45 am. The great hall. ~ * ~ * ~
"Should we tell him what we know?" Harry asked, as He, and Hermione made thier way to the great hall, to see Professer Dumbledore.
"I don't see why not." Hermione said. "Unless you think... He had something to do with it."
"What? Professor Dumbledore? Of course not." Harry stated. "But..."
"But what?" Hermione asked.
"Umm, Nothing." He replied.
Mr. Filch made sure Harry, and Hermione made it to the great hall, before searching for the next victim, err.. possible witness.. Dumbledore was all alone in the great hall, sitting at the teachers table. Harry, and Hermione joined him, standing at the opposite end of the table.
"As you probably don't know, Well over 60% of the students lay dead in the hospital wing right now. It seems like there is a murder every two minutes. We cant evacuate the school, there isn't anywhere the remaining students can go, and, the Hogwarts express can't come until tommorow, which may be too late." Dumbledore explained. "I know the 2 of you have been searching the school for clues, and evidance. Have you figured out anything that I could use, to put a stop to this?" he asked.
"Well, we did come to a couple conclusions, but, none of them make sense any more." Hermione stated.
"Oh?" Dumbledore asked, "Would you mind sharing?"
"Ok." She said. "First, the letters that only some students reveived in the morning. We thought that those who did not receive the letters were the only ones who were going to be killed."
"That was the plan..." Dumbledore mumbled quietly to himself.
"What was that?" Asked Harry.
"Nevermind," Replied the headmaster.
"But more than half the school is gone, and only about 50% of them did not receive letters." Hermione pointed out. "Next, the muggle weapons being used, and the fact that no Hufflepuffs were dying ment that it could only be a muggle-born Hufflepuff doing it... But, They're all dead not too. So far, everything that we found out, turned out to be a mere coincedance, and had nothing to do with the killer's identity at all. He's not even leaving behind a pattern, or something we can use to determine who he's after, or who's next."
"Interesting.. .. anything else?" Asked the headmaster.
"Well, we think that who ever is responsible is working out of your office." Said Harry.
"My office? Why would you think that?" Dumbledore inquired.
"We found some things, hidden all around the school, which we believe the murderer is using to spy on everyone." Hermione pulled a peice of the 2 way mirror our of her pocket. "Look through there. It's your office." She handed the glass to the headmaster.
"What!! You actually kept a peice of that?" Shouted Harry. "We could have been killed!"
"Hey, It's evidance. And, we aren't dead yet, are we?" She stated.
Dumbledore examined the mirror peice carefully. "Yes, it looks like my office all right... Do you mind if I hang on to this?" Asked the headmaster.
"No, not at all. Keep it." Hermione told him. "Sir, we also noticed that a person is only killed when someone makes an accusation. That's probably why those mirrors are hidden all over the school."
Dumbledore looked into the mirror peice again. "I'm going to check my office. I think I just saw someone in there. You stay here." He quickly walked toward the exit of the great hall.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A rather large portion of the celing collapsed, and came down right on top of the headmaster, leaving him very dead, lying in a puddle of his own blood.
"Oh great. Just perfect. Harry, You dig him out. I'll get madam Pomfrey. This totally destroy's another one of our ideas. We didn't make an accusation, and he's dead. Arg!" Hermione took off in search of the hospital wing.
Using "Wingardium leviosa" Harry was able to remove the peices of celing that covered the hedmaster in no time at all. But, As Harry got down to the last few peices, He noticed something was wrong... ... Professer Dumbledore was not there. And, the large puddle of blood surrounding the pile of celing, was gone.
Hermione returned with the school doctor. "Well, where is he?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"He... Umm... vanished." Harry tried to explain
"What? Yeah right. Do you think this is funny? Students are being killed all over the school, and you drag me out of the hospital wing, to come look at bits of collapsed celing! When I find the headmaster, there will be detention for the both of you! You'll be cleaning bedpans for a month!" A very angry Madam Pomfrey stormed out of the great hall, and returned to the hospital wing.
"Hernione, I swear, I didn't do anything with the headmaster. As soon as I moved all the crap that fell on him, He was gone." Harry tried to explain.
"Whoa.. calm down.. I was here with you. I saw it happen. Lets go search his office." She suggested. "Do you remember where it is?"
~ * ~ * ~ 11:00 am. Dumbledore's office ~ * ~ * ~
"Do you know the password?" Asked Hermione.
"Nope. But, last time I had to get into his office, I just kept guessing, and, it opened." Harry told her.
"Ok, lets try it." she said.
"Pine sol"
"Mr. Clean"
"Lemon Sherbet"
"Mr Sparkle"
"Richard Harris" And, the door opened.
"Who's Richard Harris?" Hermione asked, as she steped onto the stairs, leading up to Dumbledore's office.
"Just some actor." Harry replied.
Hermione, and Harry climbed the stairs that lead to Dumbledore's office, only to find that, of course, his office was locked. Harry began to decend, heading for the stone statue that guarded the entrance to the office.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"Back to the common room, or the great hall, or something. The door is locked." He replied.
"What are you, dense? We have wands you know." Hermione said, very sarcastically. "Alohomora," Hermione waved her wand over the door handle, and, like magic the door popped open. Hermione entered, and Harry followed.
Much to their surprise, Dumbledores office was completley empty. It looked nothing like it did in the peice of mirror that Hermione found. It looked like it did the day Harry first went to visit Dumbledore, back in second year. There were shelves of books, and pictures of past headmasters on the walls.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Hermione asked, "Help me look!"
"For what?" Harry asked.
"I don't care, clues, evidance, anything!" Hermione was getting scary, she had a tendancy to do that when she was worried.
Harry joined Hermione in her search for... well.. whatever they could find, anything strange, or unusual, and concidering they were in Dumbledore's office, you'd think the strange and unusual would not be hard to find, but, it was.
"Hey, Hermie?" Harry asked, "Maybe the Sorting hat knows." He suggested.
"Don't call me Hermie, and, good thinking, now, where does Dumbledore keep it?" She replied.
"I'm up here," Said the talking hat, "What would you like to know?"
"Anything!" Shouted Harry.
"Anything eh.. Ok then, Harry, I still say you'd make a good Slytherin."
"Oh, not that again. Tell me about what's going on at school. Did Dumbledore tell you anything about the murders? Does he know anything?" Hermione asked.
"Why yes, in fact he did. He explained his plan in great detail, in fact-" The hat was cut off by the shadow voice again.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Poisoned blow darts hailed from the celing, tearing the talking hat to shreads, and hitting Hermione absolutley everywhere in the proscess. She collapsed, and the hat vanished. It was odd, but, not one dart hit Harry. Hermione had at least 50 sticking out of her, and the hat was torn up by several hundred, But, not Harry. It made hin think that perhaps this was all a plot against Harry. Someone obviously wanted him to suffer. The situation was beyond scary now, and well into totally insane.
Harry picked up Hermione, he carried her out of the office, past the stone statue, and into the hospital wing, fighting the insatiable urge to cry.
~ * ~ * ~ 11:25 am, Hospital Wing ~ * ~ * ~
There was no one there. The hospital wing was totally deserted. Harry put the very dead Hermione onto the nearest bed, and looked around for Madam Pomfrey. She was nowhere to be found, In fact, there was no one there. The beds that filled dead students only an hour earlier were completley empty, and.. clean, as if there was no one in the beds to begin with. Not a blood stain in sight. Harry returned to the bed he had put Hermione on, and she had vanished too. What the hell was going on! If this was a plot to drive Harry insane, It was working.
~ * ~ * ~ 11:30 am, Wandering the school ~ * ~ * ~
Confused, and very frightened, Harry Potter left the hospital wing, and went in search of someone, anyone, the halls were empty, so were the class rooms, the common room was empty, there was no one in the towers, on the owlery, or even the quidditch pitch. It had gotten to the point almost, where even a dead body would have made Harry happy. The boy was seriously beginning to doubt his sanity. Maybe it was all some totally whacked out dream?
Harry decided to visit Hagrid once again, if he was still there, that is.
And, as luck would have it, only 5 minutes later, Harry was sitting down with Hagrid, drinking from a very large cup of tea.
~ * ~ * ~ 11:35 am, Hagrids hut ~ * ~ * ~
"What brings ya 'ere Harry?" The half giant asked.
"Haven't you heard?"
"heard what?" Hagrid replied
"The murders at the school. Ron, Hermione and I came to you this morning about it, Draco had been killed, Remeber? Now, everyone else is gone too. I think you and I maybe the only ones left, and something is going to happen at noon, which is in .. 20 minutes!!" Harry explained.
"Oh! That! Yea, I remember ya commin' here this mornin' But. I didn't know everyone was gone. You jus' stay here until noon. I'll protect ya." Hagrid Said.
There was a knock on the door.
"Don't go!" Harry said.
There was a knock again.
"I have to, could be somone important." He replied
Another knock.
"Please Hagrid, stay here, I don't want you to leave me too!" Harry was getting very frightened.
Another knock, and Hagrid opened the door anyway. Only a little bit though, Just enough so that Harry could not see who was there.
"Oh, Hi. What brings you out there Proffessor-" Hagrid Started, he was inturrupted by a loud 'Shh'
"Please step outside." Said whoever was behind the door. Hagrid did just that, and followed the mystery man outside.
Harry waited, and waited, But, Hagrid did not come back. He must be dead to, Harry thought. "Well, I'm not safe here either. I might as well wait for noon in the great hall. Maybe some house elves are left, and have started on lunch. Boy am I hungry."
~ * ~ * ~ 11:50, The great hall ~ * ~ * ~
Hary left the small hut, and returned to the school, to the great hall. Harry was not in the least bit surprised to see that there was no more gaping hole in the celing, nor was there a pile of rubble on the floor. Harry took a seat at the designated Gryffindor table, and waited for noon, for his possible death while contemplating who could be behind it. "Maybe it's Voldemort? Well, if it was, he finally got me. It could be Dumbledore, The hat did say something about a plot, and, Hagrid greeted the mystery person as 'Proffessor'.. and, who else would have access to his office like that.. Hermione, and I did dee Dumbledores office in it... Man, the Dursleys are going to love this one. Not only will I be out of thier lives, but, several hundered other wizards are going to be gone too.
Several minutes passed, and there was no food, at his tabe anyway. The Slytherin table was coverd in it. Maybe no one had cleaned it after breakfast? Not like it mattered, only 5 minutes until his demise, Well, even so, Harry did not feel like dying on an empty stomach, and, the Slytherins were gone, so, what the hell. He might be able to defend himself against.. whatever... after a bit of food. Harry got up, and waked towards the Slytherin table, Grabbing a couple sandwiches, he headed back to the Gryffindor area.
"What the hell do you think you're doing! That's our food!" Draco had just entered the great hall, and he looked mad, "What the hell are you staring at Potter, put it back!"
Harry could say nothing, all he did was stare, stare at the boy who had been killed several hours ago.
"What the hell are you staring at!" Draco walked over to Harry, took the sandwiches off him, and returned to the Slytherin table. "What?!"
Harry was still staring at Draco.
Harry's watch struck noon, food appeared on the other three tables, he heard a loud bang, then...
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To be continued
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So, what do ya think? any more crazy accusations? Who hates cliffhangers!!
Just to let everyone know, You're all so close, yet so far to figuring out who actually did it. =D
