Killer with no Shadow

Author's Note: Hey there! Back again! Since no one told me what to write I just decided to choose the Harry Potter story. This story is inspired thanks to the movie 'Citizen X'. It takes place in Durmstrang, where there is a killer on the loose, killing students. Severus Snape is sent from Hogwarts to help Ivan Todorov, a potions teacher, who is trying to solve the case. Severus Snape and some other HP characters that may be mentioned belong to J.K. Rowling, while the others, including Ivan, belong to me.

At seven the sun that lit my world blew out,

Leaving me only mist. Through which I probed

my way to school, guessed wildly at the sums

Whose marks on the board I couldn't even see...

...I wake up with a headache, chew all day

Aspirins, go to bed dispirited,

Still with a dull pain somewhere in my skull,

And sleep. Then, in my dreams, the sun comes out.

(The first and the closing verses of 'With half an eye' by Philip Hobsbaum. Sad and bitter poem.)

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How could somebody do this? Who could be so heartless? Definitely not Bluthart, why the man has a family of his own. But somebody is trying to put the blame on him, he was sure of it.

Severus Snape sat alone in his office back in Hogwarts. He only went to Durmstrang during weekends, he still has to teach. His eyes traveled to a jar of pickled frogs, those dead, staring eyes, looking back at him..

Something didn't make sense. He felt as if he could find the culprit easily, there was an answer in front of him. It was just that he couldn't see it. There must be a pattern, but Severus didn't know which.

Snape tore his eyes away from those of the pickled frog, and he looked down at the homework he was marking. Potter. Snape smirked. Another failing mark, the boy copied everything from Granger.

Putting down the mark, Snape felt better. There, you don't have to hide behind that Granger mudblood every time. Snape, even if he was working on the side of light, hasn't converted into their was wholly. He still thought of muggle borns as mudbloods and not worthy, but they didn't deserve to be killed.

Speaking about mudbloods..that murderer had definitely strange ways of killing. So muggle. Perhaps the murderer was a mudblood.

Severus stopped working. Yes, that definetly made sense: Durmstrang was full of Purebloods, some uppity mudblood probably wants to stop them- in a horrible way. It must be a teacher that's a mudblood.

Snape immediately stood up and walked towards the fireplace. He took a handful of Floo powder, lit the fire, and threw the powder in. Severus stepped inside.

'Durmstrang!' Severus ordered and was departed.

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Severus walked down the halls of Durmstrang, going to a specific destination. Ivan Todorov would know the answer, who is a mudblood here.

Snape suddenly stopped, and turned around. Nobody. Strange, Severus thought that he was followed.

He slowly turned around, and walked more steadily towards the office of Todorov. Severus put his hand on the handle...

From behind, Severus heard a swoosh as if something flew at him. His fast reflexes were not ready. Severus felt a pain at the back of his head and then fell into blackness.

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'Severus! Are you alright?' Snape heard a familiar voice above him.

He opened his eyes, and his vision adjusted to take in the shapes before him: Ivan Todorov, Serpensa Persianidis, Igor Karkaroff and ..Dumbledore?

'Headmaster Dumbedore? What are you doing here?' Severus asked, trying to get up.

Dumbledore laid a grim hand on his shoulder to stay him down,' You were attacked.'

Severus blinked, and looked around. Definitely a hospital wing, but not Hogwarts, probably Durmstrang.

'Attacked? By whom?' Snape asked.

Ivan stepped in, and held up in his hand some dirt,' The only evidence I found was this: some dirt from the Herbologist's garden. Probably one of his pots hit your head. I have a suspicion that he was the one that wanted to kill you. The Herbology professor will be coming here in a few minutes.'

Into the Hospital Wing came rushing a small, chubby wizard, with a curly moustache,' You called for me, Headmaster?'

Igor Karkaroff turned swiftly around,' Yes, I did, Grus.'

The wizard nervously shifted around,' What for?'

'For your arrest.' Answered the Headmaster back coldly.

'What?!' The chubby man with a Bulgarian accent answered back.

'We know you did it, Professor Grus,' Ivan hissed, stepping in,' you may just as well admit it.'

'I didn't do anything!' Grus answered back, ready to burst into tears.

Severus frowned. It was another trick of the murderer.

'Ivan?' Snape spoke up,' Is he a half blood?'

Ivan thought a bit more, and then seemed to come up to a conclusion,' Why, yes he is!'

There it fitted perfectly. A mudblood, hating all purebloods, strong enough to kill them...too perfect.

'No. It isn't him.' Severus said quietly.

'What are you talking about?' Ivan exclaimed.

'Another trick of the murderer! Don't you see? It is too perfect!' Severus snapped,' The murderer knew I was coming too close to the truth! He wanted to kill me too, and put somebody else as a scapegoat! '

Igor Karkaroff looked around at the wizards and witch in this room,' My friends, I'm afraid we aren't safe here. The murderer will strike again.'

'What do you plan to do?' Inquired Serpensa.

Karkaroff swallowed,' I'm going to shut down Durmstrang.'

Author's Note: Karkaroff is shutting Durmstrang! What will happen to the murderer? For more information, review! I'm hurt! Nobody's reviewing, and I'm writing my fingers off for this! Sniff! Come on! Review! Come on, press the button!