Hogsmeade, 11:30 p.m

They landed hard on soft, grassy earth somewhere in a small village. Nick staggered sideways, knocking both Warrick and Greg off their feet. A Neat little Pub was a few yards away and windows were all aglow with warm light. A sultry breeze blew and a wolf howled in the distance. Dumbledore smiled down at the group of muggle investigators and helped them clamber to their feet.

"We have a bit of a walk ahead of us." He warned them lightly. "Perhaps you would like a drink in the Three Broomsticks while I answer any questions you may have." He offered, nodding to the little pub. Grissom nodded mutely as Sara and the others craned their necks to get a better view of the picturesque houses.

"Over there is Zonkos joke shop, and that's Honeydukes Sweet Shop…" Dumbledore was saying to Greg, who looked like a kid at Christmas. Nick and Warrick looked to Grissom with raised eyebrows, but kept their thoughts to themselves. Catherine was shaking her head as if to clear water from her eyes. This was unbelievable…and yet…here they were! The Three Broomsticks was like something from a fairly tale, and the curvy witch selling the drinks made them feel right at home.

"What'll it be, Headmaster?" She asked with a smile on her pretty face.

"Seven Butterbeers, Rosmerta. I'm afraid We wont be staying long." Dumbledore said, and the woman nodded, her glittering turquoise heels clicking merrily on the wooden floor.

"Okay, So you said you'd answer our questions.." Nick began tentatively. Dumbledore nodded. Nick looked back to Grissom and the others for support and then plowed ahead,

"Why are these 'Death Eaters' attacking people in Vegas?"

"That we do not know. The attacks have previously been isolated to Europe, but we think Voldemoret is widening his sphere of influence. He's not content with the terror he's inspired here."

"But why is he attacking people anyway? What is there to gain from these murders?" Sara asked, sipping her butterbeer, pleasantly surprised by the smooth sweet drink.

"Voldemort believes Wizards with no muggle blood in their line are superior to those who DO have muggle lineage, and muggles are lower than dirt. He has everything to gain from these attacks, followers, either out of fear or respect. In short, these murders are the first steps in his building of an empire."

"How can we stop this madman then, if he's so powerful?" Catherine asked, voice low with apprehension.

"You will not be catching Voldemort, I'm afraid." Dumbledore told her gravely. "He rarely does his ow n dirty work. No, you'll be helping to round up his followers, those in his inner circle."

"Then Who WILL get this Voldemort guy?" Warrick asked in frustration.

"We had best get up to the castle. It's growing late and you have a lot of work ahead of you. I'm sure you'd like a good night's rest." Said Dumbledore, avoiding Warrick's question.

"Thank you." Grissom said courteously as they made their way down the road towards the magnificent castle that served as the School.

"No, no." Dumbeldore said. "Thank you! You are arguably the best Muggle crime solvers of the century. We're very glad indeed that you're helping us to catch these Death Eaters."

"Well if they're killing people, someone's got to stop them." Catherine said matter of factly.

"And it looks like these guys need to be stopped." Nick added, waving one of the files slightly. Dumbledore looked suddenly grave.

"Yes…" He agreed, looking suddenly very old indeed. "I don't think the wizarding world could take another war." He sighed.

"War?" Warrick asked curiously, eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but in thought as he considered the old wizard beside him. "Wouldn't we know if there had been a war?"

"Oh, no. Voldmeort is a master of covert operations." Dumbeldore assured him. "And your Governments as well as ours would have done all they could to hush up the mysterious killings and disappearances." He sighed.

"But not this time." Grissom muttered, and Dumbeldore nodded somberly.

"Yes. We need all the help we can get." He said, and even Greg looked serious at this, suddenly all of them were determined to catch and incarcerate these cold blooded killers.

The Staffroom, 8:00 a.m

Grissom, Catherine, and Greg entered the Staffroom early the next morning, Sara, Nick, and Warrick having gone to the Ministry in London, from where they would be working, corresponding with what the others could find out. It was an odd arrangement to say the least.

Grissom was still getting used to the idea that staircases could move, portraits could talk, and ghosts floated around as if it was perfectly normal, which, Catherine and Greg reminded him, for Hogwarts, WAS normal. A cheery fire was burning in the grate, and a number of Witches and Wizards were gathered to meet the three Muggles. Dumbledore introduced them one by one; Tiny little professor Flitwick, Stern Professor McGonagall, Madam Sprout, Madam Hooch, Professor Sinistra, Sallow faced, hook nosed, Professor Snape, and tired looking Professor Lupin. Lupin sat in an armchair by the fire, looking rather ill, though he offered a warm smile to each of the CSI.

"My staff will be more than willing to aid you in any way you need." Dumbledore said, and there was a murmur of agreement from the gathered teachers.

"Thank you." Grissom said as Catherine nodded and Greg examined the room with interest. "We've just gotten a number of files and reports, and new evidence has been found in the latest of our crime scenes. If you have a room where we can go over theses things without being disturbed…" He continued, careful to keep his body language unconcerned and professional. He adjusted his glasses and glanced around the room, the envelope sent from Brass held in his left hand, which rested easily at his side.

"I'm sure there's a room in the dungeons you could use…Do you think, Severus, that you could show them the way?" Dumbledore said, turning his face towards the black robed Potions master. Snape gave a curt nod and motioned for the Muggles to follow him as he swept towards the door.

"Dungeons?" Catherine asked under her breath, casting Grissom a sideways glance. He raised his eyebrows innocently and gave a small shrug, turning his attention away from the greasy haired potions master and consulting the letter from Brass.

"Hair and fibers have been found at the scene, as well as blood on the broken glass from the window." He said, reading off the list of evidence to Catherine and Greg.

"Too bad we don't have any of these guys in our database." Greg said, examining the Dungeons with interest.

"Write Brass back, maybe the Feds have a database." Catherine offered.

"Does the postman even come here?" Greg asked rhetorically. He was answered by the silky voice of Snape, who snickered slightly before speaking.

"No. The castle has a number of Muggle repelling charms on it, but I'm sure you can use one of the school owls." He said, his words holding a slight mocking lilt. Catherine eyed him warily and Grissom was waiting to see if he was kidding, but Greg blundered ahead eagerly.

"You send mail by owls?" He asked breathlessly.

"Naturally." Snape said with a sneer playing easily about his pale face. He fell silent and motioned curtly to a large oak door before turning on his heel and stalking away, his robes billowing dramatically behind him.

They gathered around a large table in the middle of the room and Grissom spread the file out atop it, seating himself heavily. Inside the file was a report several pages long, detailing the evidence found at the scene.

"So we have all of this evidence, but no suspect ."Catherine muttered irritably.

"We have a number of suspects, but they're currently nowhere to be found." Grissom corrected her, motioning to the file of information on Death Eaters.

"A lot of good that does us." Catherine said glumly.

"What do you suppose we do?" Greg asked, leafing though the report. Grissom sighed and rubbed his eyes behind his glasses. "We send Nick, Sara, and Warrick back to Vegas to process the evidence. This doesn't add up with the other scenes. While they're doing that we'll check the ministry and the feds for a database of DNA and fingerprints. Until we get our results we sit tight and keep our fingers crossed."

Catherine nodded and dropped her gaze back to the list of things found at the scene, a piece of black cloth, hair, black fibers, blood, and prints, along with the dark mark. At least they were making progress.