Title: The Digibelum Magi Arc Part 1: Police work.
Chapter title: Murder
Keywords: Hermione, Sara Pezzini
Summary. A Witchblade/Harry Potter crossover. Having met her cousin Sara
Pezzini will try to discover more about Elizabeth Bronte and her biological
family. There is also a bizarre murder to solve and why does the Witchblade
connect Sara's young cousin to it?
Copyright: All respective characters are used without permission for no
profit and remain the property of their respective creators.
Murder
Sara Pezzini was feeling pleased with herself. It had taken her almost three months to reply to John Granger's email. He had found her via a website specialising in reuniting families that had lost touch. At first she was not sure about her feelings regarding her biological family since she had always considered Pezzinis her family but as the time progressed she reconciled to the idea and actually enjoyed meeting her British family.
Her bike finally pulled up to the crime scene she was called to investigate this morning. It was an alley end like many thousands of alley ends in New York, dark with several garbage dustbins from a nearby restaurant. What distinguished it this morning was the dead body sprawled near the dustbins. "Heya Pez" – her rookie partner grinned his trademark white toothed smile. "What do we have Jake?" "A homeless man identified as Jeff Bowman by the owners of a nearby restaurant. He was homeless, did some odd jobs to stay afloat, the owners used to give him some leftovers. He was a drunkard. Found this morning by one of the cooks, looks like someone had electrocuted him." Sara nodded and dived under the police line that surrounded the alley end. "Any leads? Anyone seen him with anyone suspicious? "– She might have sounded cold questioning about someone's death as coolly as ordering a takeout but that was the way Homicide detectives worked, taking each death personally was a clear path to a nervous breakdown. A short stout man with greying hair in a jacket that revealed him to be from the Coroner's office answered. "Morning Sara."- He smiled at seeing her. "Morning, Karl, how is our stiff, anything interesting?" Karl Modeski was a long-standing friend in the Coroner's office and Sara worked with him on more than one occasion, he was an experienced professional. "Seems our Mr Bowman died from electric shock. What is interesting is that there is no mark on his body where a cable from which the shock came was in contact. There is not a scratch on him. Quite weird actually." Sara slowly approached the body that lay on the ground. Jeff Bowman was a man in his fifties, dressed in a long coat, covered in dirt, no doubt collected from sleeping on the streets. His face was frozen in an expression of shock and fear. She extended her right hand to cover his face when the Witchblade decided to step in. Images of men in robes in the same alley end, Jeff Bowman suspended in the air, fear on his face, one of the men or was it women the cowls covering their faces, it was difficult to tell, extended their hand with a short stick and clearly shouted something, the stick spurted green fire and struck Bowman in the chest, he promptly went limp and dropped to the ground. The parting image was an emblem made out of smoke in the shape of skull with a snake sticking out of it. Sara blinked trying to clear her eyes. Then, her eyes caught something; on the wall at approximately the same height Bowman was suspended at there was a drawing, done in chalk of a skull with a snake sticking out of it. She touched one of the guys making photos of the crime scene. "Would you take a picture of this please?" The young man nodded and made a few clicks with his camera. "You think it might be important? "- Jake asked. "Don't know, could be an emblem of a gang, could be nothing." – she knew that the emblem meant something but to even her extensive knowledge no gang that roamed the streets of New York used an emblem like that. "See if you can get some information about any new gangs who might use an emblem similar to this. I need to go to pick up my cousin." "You mentioned you were meeting your British family yesterday. What is she like? Is she pretty?" "Hands off, surfer boy, she is only fifteen. She wanted to see where I work so I offered her a quick tour of our precinct." Jake smiled, throwing his hands up in supplication: "Just yanking your chain Pez, I'll be on my best behaviour."
They said goodbye, Sara heading towards the hotel Hermione stayed at and Jake towards the precinct. Arriving at the hotel in about half and hour she found the young girl waiting for her in the lobby. Saying their greetings, Sara said: "Well, you will see where I work, we can't stay there for long but you'll see how the police works here. I know it is different to Britain's." She touched Hermione on the shoulder when another flurry of images assaulted her. A young man's face set in determination, a building full of strange things, Hermione and a young man although he looked about fifteen pointing the same sticks she saw earlier at some man and a woman. She recognised the emblem on the robe of the man, it was the same skull with a snake coming out of it. The images stopped as abruptly as they began. "Sara, are you all right?" – Hermione asked in a concerned voice. "I am fine, just remembered I had something to do. Shall we go? My bike is this way."
I thought I'd throw a murder in the works. J. K Rowling does not mention about Voldermort's influence in USA. I thought I'd work from the view that Voldermort has little or no support from the US wizarding world.
Murder
Sara Pezzini was feeling pleased with herself. It had taken her almost three months to reply to John Granger's email. He had found her via a website specialising in reuniting families that had lost touch. At first she was not sure about her feelings regarding her biological family since she had always considered Pezzinis her family but as the time progressed she reconciled to the idea and actually enjoyed meeting her British family.
Her bike finally pulled up to the crime scene she was called to investigate this morning. It was an alley end like many thousands of alley ends in New York, dark with several garbage dustbins from a nearby restaurant. What distinguished it this morning was the dead body sprawled near the dustbins. "Heya Pez" – her rookie partner grinned his trademark white toothed smile. "What do we have Jake?" "A homeless man identified as Jeff Bowman by the owners of a nearby restaurant. He was homeless, did some odd jobs to stay afloat, the owners used to give him some leftovers. He was a drunkard. Found this morning by one of the cooks, looks like someone had electrocuted him." Sara nodded and dived under the police line that surrounded the alley end. "Any leads? Anyone seen him with anyone suspicious? "– She might have sounded cold questioning about someone's death as coolly as ordering a takeout but that was the way Homicide detectives worked, taking each death personally was a clear path to a nervous breakdown. A short stout man with greying hair in a jacket that revealed him to be from the Coroner's office answered. "Morning Sara."- He smiled at seeing her. "Morning, Karl, how is our stiff, anything interesting?" Karl Modeski was a long-standing friend in the Coroner's office and Sara worked with him on more than one occasion, he was an experienced professional. "Seems our Mr Bowman died from electric shock. What is interesting is that there is no mark on his body where a cable from which the shock came was in contact. There is not a scratch on him. Quite weird actually." Sara slowly approached the body that lay on the ground. Jeff Bowman was a man in his fifties, dressed in a long coat, covered in dirt, no doubt collected from sleeping on the streets. His face was frozen in an expression of shock and fear. She extended her right hand to cover his face when the Witchblade decided to step in. Images of men in robes in the same alley end, Jeff Bowman suspended in the air, fear on his face, one of the men or was it women the cowls covering their faces, it was difficult to tell, extended their hand with a short stick and clearly shouted something, the stick spurted green fire and struck Bowman in the chest, he promptly went limp and dropped to the ground. The parting image was an emblem made out of smoke in the shape of skull with a snake sticking out of it. Sara blinked trying to clear her eyes. Then, her eyes caught something; on the wall at approximately the same height Bowman was suspended at there was a drawing, done in chalk of a skull with a snake sticking out of it. She touched one of the guys making photos of the crime scene. "Would you take a picture of this please?" The young man nodded and made a few clicks with his camera. "You think it might be important? "- Jake asked. "Don't know, could be an emblem of a gang, could be nothing." – she knew that the emblem meant something but to even her extensive knowledge no gang that roamed the streets of New York used an emblem like that. "See if you can get some information about any new gangs who might use an emblem similar to this. I need to go to pick up my cousin." "You mentioned you were meeting your British family yesterday. What is she like? Is she pretty?" "Hands off, surfer boy, she is only fifteen. She wanted to see where I work so I offered her a quick tour of our precinct." Jake smiled, throwing his hands up in supplication: "Just yanking your chain Pez, I'll be on my best behaviour."
They said goodbye, Sara heading towards the hotel Hermione stayed at and Jake towards the precinct. Arriving at the hotel in about half and hour she found the young girl waiting for her in the lobby. Saying their greetings, Sara said: "Well, you will see where I work, we can't stay there for long but you'll see how the police works here. I know it is different to Britain's." She touched Hermione on the shoulder when another flurry of images assaulted her. A young man's face set in determination, a building full of strange things, Hermione and a young man although he looked about fifteen pointing the same sticks she saw earlier at some man and a woman. She recognised the emblem on the robe of the man, it was the same skull with a snake coming out of it. The images stopped as abruptly as they began. "Sara, are you all right?" – Hermione asked in a concerned voice. "I am fine, just remembered I had something to do. Shall we go? My bike is this way."
I thought I'd throw a murder in the works. J. K Rowling does not mention about Voldermort's influence in USA. I thought I'd work from the view that Voldermort has little or no support from the US wizarding world.