Chapter 1
So give me all your poison, and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill...
I sat up quickly, and started frantically searching for my cell phone which was somewhere in the war zone I called a room. Reaching for where I though my phone was, I tumbled off my bed, the pillows and blanket coming with me.
''Hello?'' I said, putting my phone to my ear.
So give me all your poison and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts, and make me ill...
''Damnit'' I growled, looking at my ''phone'' and realizing it was a shoe. I searched through my piles of clothes, until I found the accursed thing. ''Hello?''
''Irulan?'' the person on the other line said who else would be calling my house at 2:45 in the morning, but my partner?
''Can't I ever get a full night's sleep?''
''If I can't you can't'' he said. ''Anyways, we've got another homicide, you better get here quick...'' So my partner gave the address, and I scribbled it quickly on a spare piece of parchment.
''Alright, I'll be there soon'' I said, closing my phone, and laying back on the floor, with my phone closed tightly in my hand. I had every intention of falling back asleep for another ten minutes, until so give me all your poison and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill, started blasting in my ear. ''Anderson'' I said into the receiver.
''I thought I said get up?''
''Bite me Harry. I'm on my way'' I said.
''I better not have to call you again'' he said.
''I'm up okay?'' I said, sitting up.
''Alright'' Harry said, followed by a click, then the dial tone. Doesn't anyone say goodbye anymore? I thought, closing my phone and standing up.
I threw on a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt, before pulling on my long black cloak and my converse. I grabbed the piece of parchment, and concentrated hard on the address Harry had given me, until my entire body vanished with a loud Crack. I was moving at a very fast speed, almost like traveling by floo powder, only ten times more nauseating. I stopped abruptly almost falling over. As I pushed my stomach back into it's proper place, I realized I was outside of a very beautiful house covered in thick vines, and moss. Aurors were crawling all over the property like ants in an anthill, I suspected Harry was inside.
I waked into the house and found Harry standing in the living room, ''what happened?'' I asked.
''Deatheaters, killed the whole family. The wife and child are upstairs'' he replied.
''Cause of death?'' I asked. Harry turned and looked at me. ''What? I have to ask.''
''Killing curse''' he said, then he smiled.
''Why are you smiling?'' I asked, slowly.
''Because we have who did it''
''Impossible!''
''Actually it's not, the husband was down here, and had a gun, and shot him. He was unconscious when we got here''
''Who was it?''
''Malfoy'' he said proudly. That can't be possible. He should have known better, what in the he- my thoughts were cut short. ''Irulan, are you okay?''
''Has anyone canvassed the neighbors?'' I asked.
''Ron and Hermione are on it now''
''Where's the M.E.?''
''Right here'' someone said behind me. I turned around and saw Alicia Spinnet, She walked over to the body and kneeled down before looking back up at Harry and I. ''Guess what? He's dead''
''Thanks, that helped a lot'' I said. ''There are two more bodies upstairs''
''Alright'' Alicia said.
''Okay, neighbor next door who is a light sleeper, said that he heard the back door being busted in around 1:30. He saw green flashes come from the windows of the upstairs rooms around 1:35. Then he saw another green flash from the downstairs around 1:50, THEN the gun.'' Hermione said, walking into the living room with Harry and I.
''Then around 2:15, someone ran out of the front door, and they didn't look to be shot'' Ron added.
''Did he give you a description?'' Harry asked.
Ron flipped through his notepad, ''Tall, male, dark hair in the street light''
''That's helpful,'' I said, sarcastically.
''Found this is in the bushes,'' Greg, a member of the CSU said, holding a wand.
I pulled my wand out of the pocket in my cloak and walked up to him, placing the tip of my wand to the tip of the one he had. ''Prior Incantato'' I said.
From the tips of the wands, came the head, followed by, the legs and torso of the man on the floor. ''Whats your name?'' I asked him.
''Micheal Spevak'' the ghost replied, obviously confused.
''Did you see who did this to you?'' Hermione asked.
''It was a man, tall, dark hair, blue eyes'' he replied.
''Did you shoot him?'' I asked.
''No, infact I was too terrified to fire.'' he said as he began to fade.
''Well, you have your murder weapon'' Greg said.
''Get that wand to Mr. Ollivander, I want to know who it belongs to.'' Harry said.
''Right'' Greg said, dissapparating. I had my murder weapon, not my murderer.
''What we already have is enough to convict Malfoy'' Ron said, matter-of-factly.
''And thanks to some very expensive law suits, he also has the right to a speedy arraignment, meaning 24 hours'' I said.
''We're still going to need more that what evidence we already have'' Hermione pointed out.
''Alright, Ron you stay here with Alicia. Hermione, you find out what connection to the Wizarding world the Spevaks had. Irulan, go sit with Malfoy until he wakes up'' Harry said.
''What are you going to do?'' Ron asked.
''Look through files of known Deatheaters that are male, tall, and have dark hair and blue eyes'' Harry replied.
''Please be somewhat civil when you interview them Harry, We've gotten in trouble with the Wizengamont because of your conduct more than once'' I warned him before dissapparating to St. Mungo's...
Chapter 2
I appeared in the Reception Area of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. It was nearly four o'clock in the morning and there was already a group of people there. I had to push through the line because I couldn't wait, the longer I waited the longer Draco had to wake up and call an Advocate in his defense.
I pushed past a young woman that was extremely giggle ridden. ''You can't do that!'' said the disgruntled and abused looking Welcome Witch.
''Actually, I can. I need you to tell me what room Draco Malfoy is in'' I said.
''On whose authority?'' she demanded.
She is so lucky I'm in a relatively good mood. I thought, pulling my badge from the inside of my cloak. ''Mine. Now I unless you want me to charge you with obstruction, I suggest you tell me what room Healers took Draco Malfoy to''.
The woman nodded, and ran her finger the long list infront of her. ''Ground floor, room 036''.
''Thank you kindly'' I said, putting my badge back into the folds of my cloak. I turned around and apologized to the woman that was giggling uncontrollably, before I walked across the Reception Area and through a set of double doors, entering the ''Artifact Accident'' ward.
A sign hung from the ceiling that read Healer in charge; Ava Pargman. Trainee Healer; Dean Thomas I smiled, Dean Thomas is a very good friend of mine. I walked through the ward, looking for Draco's room, and occasionally catching glances inside other rooms. Room 023 had a man, who had somehow managed to get a cauldron stuck on his head. He was walking around his room, and ran into the wall instead, I chuckled under my breath as I walked away and heard him shouting many curses under his breath but were echoing in the cauldron. The hall dropped off around a corner and a sign on the wall read; Rooms 030-040, and the sign on the ceiling read ''Muggle ''Artifact'' Induced Injuries'' Yep, he'd be down there. I thought rounding the corner.
Draco was the only one in his room, laying on the bed, his blonde hair now long enough to fall gracefully into his face. As I got closer, I saw the white cloth wrapped around his head and the blood that was starting to seep through. Harry hadn't mentioned anything about an injuy to Draco's head. Then again, why would he? Harry hates Malfoy with a passion that burns like two-thousand suns, why would he care if he was hurt? Blunt-Force trauma to the head is something worth mentioning Harry! I shouted in my head.
I sat down in the chair on the right side of Draco's bed, and leaned forward onto my knees, rubbing my temples clockwise. ''Who're you?'' I looked up, seeing an older man with no rimmed square glasses, behind which bright blue eyes shone. ''Ah, Miss Anderson.''
''Mr. Langan'' I said standing up. ''I assume you're going to be representing Mr. Malfoy here?''
''You assume right'' he said. Damnit to hell, Langan is the best Advocate in London! But I suppose you can afford the best with Daddy's money. I thought.
''Why are you here?'' he asked.
''I was told to wait with Mr. Malfoy until he woke up to make sure that you don't make him unavailable to us'' I replied cooly.
''Who are you?'' I looked down, and saw Draco's stormy blue eyes looking up at me. But they weren't the same set of icy blue eyes that I saw everyday at Hogwart's. His eyes were bright and wide, like a five-year-old's, curious, wanting to know everything around him.
''Irulan Anderson'' I said.
''Do I know you?'' he asked, furrowing his dirty-blonde eyebrows in confusion.
''...yes'' I replied slowly.
''Do you know who you are Mr. Malfoy?'' Langan asked. Draco stared blankly at him, blinking a few times. This is not good! I thought, pulling my phone form my pocket and dialing Harry's cell.
''Hello?''
''Harry, we have a problem...'' I said.
''Malfoy's not dead is he?''
''You wish'' I said, ''He has no bloody clue who the hell he is!''
''Shit'' Harry sighed. ''Well, you might as well get back here. Hermione found something interesting''
''Alright, I'll be there soon'' I said, hanging up my phone and putting it back into my pocket.
''I'll see you in Wizengamot'' Langan said, smirking at me. I forced a smile before I walked out of Draco's hospital room.