A/N: Whee! I'm back. Yes... indeed....
Now, I realize I haven't updated in a while, but I swear, my eyes nearly fell out of my head whe I saw how many reviews I had. 137. One hundred and thirty seven reviews. And then I read them. And found that over ninety of them were from the same person. ::dies:: Please don't do that.
Here is the chapter, for all of those who waited ever so patiently.
Chapter 4: A Library of Information
Dumbledore is officially insane, thought Hiei. After all, who in their right mind would allow Kurama into one of the largest libraries in all of Britain?
Kurama looked like a kid in a candy store. Hiei knowingly took a step back as Kurama pounced on the mountainous stacks of books. While the fox adoringly gazed through one book after another, Hiei began his search more practically. As Kurama had chosen to search the history texts, Hiei headed towards the files of the old Daily Prophet newspapers.
Searching through newspaper after newspaper proved to be tedious work, and by the time dinner rolled around, he was sick of it. He had read all of the daily newspapers from 1981 (the year Voldemort first fell) and July of 1945, and the earliest Voldemort related death had occured in 1969. He was just about to call it quits when a bibbit from the bottom of 30 June caught his eye.
"MUGGLE FAMILY FOUND DEAD"
Dark wizard suspected in the deaths of Christopher, Janice, and Tom Riddle. All three found dead in their Little Hangleton home yesterday morning. No suspects have been apprehended.
Riddle... That was Voldemort's last name...
"KURAMA! I think I've found something!" he called.
"Hush!" snarled the Librarian.
Kurama darted between the book shelves over to Hiei's side. He placed his hands on Hiei's shoulders and read the paper over the demon's head.
"Hmm... It's a lead at least. Where did they die?"
~*~*~
Two hours later, the two were standing in front of an old, decrepit house. The lawn was over run with weeds and the house itself was beginning to fall apart. Together, they pushed the door open (the lock had long since rusted away) and entered.
The door led into a massive entrance hall. The walls were decorated with elaborate painting of the house's former occupants. The door to the left led into the drawing room. Kurama knew instantly that this was where all three Riddles had died. Yellow police tape and chalk outlines showed where the bodies had lain, but no other clues were found in the room.
For an hour, they explored the elderly home, but found few clues. The only thing that seemed strange in the house was one room upstairs. The room had recently been disturbed. The dust there was not as thick and there were coals in the grate.
Defeated, the two left the house. Hiei was all for calling it a night, but Kurama had other plans.
"When we came into town, I noticed a pub called the Hanged Man. Perhaps we can gather some clues from the villagers."
The Hanged Man was a small and cramped, but lively pub in the center of town. As they entered, one of the men called out to Kurama.
"Hey hey, sweet heart. Hows about you come over here and have a drink with me, eh?"
Kurama felt Hiei tense next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before calling back to the man.
"Excuse me sir, perhaps you can help us out."
"Anything for a pretty lady like you!"
"Baka ningen. Oh just wait until I get my hands around his neck..." Hiei growled under his breath.
Kurama tightened his grip on Hiei's shoulder before responding, "You see, my friend and I are doing a report on mysteries in the area, and were wondering if you could tell us anything about the Riddles."
"The Riddles, eh? They was them rich folk that got murdered, right?"
"Yes."
"I don't know nothing 'bout it, 'cept their graves are up in the northern church yard and... hey, where ye goin'? ye didn't even give me ye number!"
Kurama turned back at the door and smiled at the man, "Thanks, but I'm afraid I'm taken.
Now, I realize I haven't updated in a while, but I swear, my eyes nearly fell out of my head whe I saw how many reviews I had. 137. One hundred and thirty seven reviews. And then I read them. And found that over ninety of them were from the same person. ::dies:: Please don't do that.
Here is the chapter, for all of those who waited ever so patiently.
Chapter 4: A Library of Information
Dumbledore is officially insane, thought Hiei. After all, who in their right mind would allow Kurama into one of the largest libraries in all of Britain?
Kurama looked like a kid in a candy store. Hiei knowingly took a step back as Kurama pounced on the mountainous stacks of books. While the fox adoringly gazed through one book after another, Hiei began his search more practically. As Kurama had chosen to search the history texts, Hiei headed towards the files of the old Daily Prophet newspapers.
Searching through newspaper after newspaper proved to be tedious work, and by the time dinner rolled around, he was sick of it. He had read all of the daily newspapers from 1981 (the year Voldemort first fell) and July of 1945, and the earliest Voldemort related death had occured in 1969. He was just about to call it quits when a bibbit from the bottom of 30 June caught his eye.
"MUGGLE FAMILY FOUND DEAD"
Dark wizard suspected in the deaths of Christopher, Janice, and Tom Riddle. All three found dead in their Little Hangleton home yesterday morning. No suspects have been apprehended.
Riddle... That was Voldemort's last name...
"KURAMA! I think I've found something!" he called.
"Hush!" snarled the Librarian.
Kurama darted between the book shelves over to Hiei's side. He placed his hands on Hiei's shoulders and read the paper over the demon's head.
"Hmm... It's a lead at least. Where did they die?"
~*~*~
Two hours later, the two were standing in front of an old, decrepit house. The lawn was over run with weeds and the house itself was beginning to fall apart. Together, they pushed the door open (the lock had long since rusted away) and entered.
The door led into a massive entrance hall. The walls were decorated with elaborate painting of the house's former occupants. The door to the left led into the drawing room. Kurama knew instantly that this was where all three Riddles had died. Yellow police tape and chalk outlines showed where the bodies had lain, but no other clues were found in the room.
For an hour, they explored the elderly home, but found few clues. The only thing that seemed strange in the house was one room upstairs. The room had recently been disturbed. The dust there was not as thick and there were coals in the grate.
Defeated, the two left the house. Hiei was all for calling it a night, but Kurama had other plans.
"When we came into town, I noticed a pub called the Hanged Man. Perhaps we can gather some clues from the villagers."
The Hanged Man was a small and cramped, but lively pub in the center of town. As they entered, one of the men called out to Kurama.
"Hey hey, sweet heart. Hows about you come over here and have a drink with me, eh?"
Kurama felt Hiei tense next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before calling back to the man.
"Excuse me sir, perhaps you can help us out."
"Anything for a pretty lady like you!"
"Baka ningen. Oh just wait until I get my hands around his neck..." Hiei growled under his breath.
Kurama tightened his grip on Hiei's shoulder before responding, "You see, my friend and I are doing a report on mysteries in the area, and were wondering if you could tell us anything about the Riddles."
"The Riddles, eh? They was them rich folk that got murdered, right?"
"Yes."
"I don't know nothing 'bout it, 'cept their graves are up in the northern church yard and... hey, where ye goin'? ye didn't even give me ye number!"
Kurama turned back at the door and smiled at the man, "Thanks, but I'm afraid I'm taken.