A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to update. You're probably mad that I killed Harry, but oh, well. The chapters in this will probably be pretty short. As to my lone reviewer, I actually hate writing. I'm just bored enough to do it. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Chapter 3
The next morning, I started working on the mystery of Harry's death. I took out a piece of parchment, my favorite quill, and some ink. I always took these things with me when I traveled. I started writing out a suspect list.
I wrote down all Harry's enemies that I could think of, starting with Malfoy. I crossed off his name, because he had died in the final battle. Same with Crabbe, Goyle, and Voldemort. Several were in Azkaban for life. My list ended up looking like this: Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Voldemort, Quirrell, Snape, Pettigrew, Crouch, the Dursleys, Bellatrix Lestrange, Parkinson, Zambini, Clyde, Johnson, Scott, Andrews, Moore, Carleton, Compton, Wheelock, Davenport, and Rosenberg. I highly doubted that Snape or the Dursleys killed him. That left Clyde, Johnson, Scott, Carleton, Compton, Davenport, and Rosenberg. I also had to consider that I didn't know all of his enemies, and it was possible that it was a new enemy he had been pursuing that killed him.
I pulled some strings at the Ministry, and got location checks for his time of death for the suspects. That was a dead end. They told me that none of them had been anywhere near him. I asked for the case he was working on. He was working on several. They owled me his cases. He was apparently working alone.
I looked through all his cases. They all seemed normal, except for one. Instance of dark magic had been occurring in various areas of Sussex. I asked Ron where Harry died. Sussex. I knew this case had to be the link. The odd thing about the case was that no one had any idea of who it was. Whoever was doing this was very powerful, and the Aurors couldn't think of anyone who lived in Sussex that powerful.
I worked on book for a little bit to take my mind off things. Then I flooed to Neville's house.
"Why, hullo, Hermione. What brings you here?" Ginny Longbottom asked.
"I need to talk to Neville. Is he here?"
"Yes. Just give me a second to get him."
Neville came down the winding stairs. His steps were heavy, and he looked like he hadn't slept. I knew how he felt. I'd slept about one hour the previous night.
"What is it?" Neville's voice sounded weary.
"Well, you are- were- a good friend of Harry's, and even if he worked alone, he often told you about his cases. I was wondering if you could tell me about this."
I handed the plain manila folder over to him. He opened it up, read some of the contents, and his face paled. "Does this have anything to do with his death?"
"It might. He died in Sussex, and it was the most likely of his cases to kill him. And I just feel like this has something to do with his death"
"This case went to Harry because he is our best auror. It was a very dangerous case. He wouldn't let anyone else help him because it was too dangerous. We had no clue who it could be. Now that he's dead, I doubt many people will want to take it on."
"I will."
"Hermione, you're not even an auror. You can't do this."
"I helped defeat Voldemort, didn't I? Anyways, I will find his killer, and I have a strong suspicion that our villain here is the murderer."
"Alright. I'll help you some. But be careful."