chapter 3

As I was walking back through the Artifact Accident ward, I could not believe that Draco had no clue who he is, or what happened. We're going to have a hell of a time proving anything if he can't remember what happened, and Veritaserum would do no good, because you need to know what happened to be able to tell the truth about it. I wonder if there's a potion to recall memories? I thought.

''Miss Anderson!'' someone shouted.

I turned around seeing a young woman with brown ringlettes in her hair running toward me with a file in her hands. ''I'm guessing you're the healer in charge? Ava Pargman?''

''That's me'' she said.

''What can I do for you?'' I asked.

''Well, it's not what you can do for me, but more what I can do for you'' she said, handing me the file. ''In that file is the bullet that hit Mr. Malfoy. And an explaination of what I think may have happened.''

''So you find it odd that Draco was shot?'' I asked.

''More than odd. If the muggle at the scene had indeed shot Mr. Malfoy, the bullet would have gone through his leg, and you would have found the bullet at the scene, because the bullet is from a high powered gun.'' Ava said. ''However, when I examined the wound when I retreived the bullet, I found that the entry wound had somewhat of an upward angle.''

''So the muggle didn't shoot him...'' I said matter-of-factly.

''Exactly.'' she said.

''Well thank you, you've helped more than you think you have'' I said.

''You're welcome'' Ava said, smiling at me.

''What can you tell me about the injury to his head?'' I asked.

''I found pieces of glass in his hair, I suspect that a glass vase was smashed over his head, which is what caused him to loose his memory'' she said.

''Wonderful...'' I said sarcastically. ''Well, thank you again''. Ava nodded and walked away.

''Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquaters, and Wizengamot Administration Services'' the cool female voice in the elevator said. I've heard that voice for the past two years and it's really starting to get on my nerves. Sighing I stepped out of the elevator and started walking down the hall until I walked through a set of large oak doors. The large open area beyond the doors was covered nearly wall to wall with cubicles. Memos shaped like little paper airplanes, zoomed in and out of cubicles like little X-71's. A lopsided sign on the cubicle nearest the elevator read AUROR HEADQUARTERS.

Continuing my venture to mine, Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's corner, I avoided many memos, each one being a close call. These things are going to poke someone's eye out one day! I thought irritably. Every cubicle was covered with everything from wanted posters, to pictures of familes, to posters of favorite quidditch teams, to Daily Prophet articles. My cbuicle held no such items. There is no peticular witch or wizard that I am set on catching, I have no pictures of my family having been orphaned as a child and left to a Wizarding orphanage (in fact the only thing I have of my family's is my grandfather's dog tags from WWII and my father's dog tags, which never leave my neck), I'm not a big fan of quidditch, and any article in Daily Prophet that was written about me, wasn't worth putting up.

''Hey'' I said walking over to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

''How's Malfoy?'' Ron asked.

''Woke up not long ago, has no idea who he is...'' I said, turning to Harry. ''Speaking of Malfoy, Harry you could have told me that Draco had been hit in the head!''

''I didn't think it was that important'' Harry said shrugging.

''Everything is important!'' I shouted. ''Especially if our Perp turns out to be our victim!''

''What?'' They shouted, loud enough to cause the whole of headquarters to stop whatever they were doing.

''Do you three always have to do that?'' Someone shouted.

''Sorry!'' Harry shouted.

I sighed irritably before laying the file Ava gave me on Ron's desk, around which we were all standing. ''There was someone else in that house with Draco. Otherwise, Draco would not have been shot. The muggle's ghost said he didn't fire the gun, what the healer found supports that'' I said.

''What did she find?'' Hermione asked.

''This is the bullet that was embedded in Draco's leg,'' I said pulling out a small plastic bagm that had the bullet of a .38 magnum in it. ''It had an upward angle through his leg, if the muggle had shot him the bullet would have gone straight through. The blow to the head is what caused his memory loss. I think it's a frame job''

Suddenly a memo flew right by my head, and Harry caught it, immediately unfolding it. ''Well, this isn't the first time you've been wrong Irulan'' Harry said.

''What?'' I said snatching the memo from Harry. It was from Mr. Ollivander, saying that the wand we sent him that Greg found at the Spevak's was 10.5 inches, made of maghogany, with a dragon-heartstring core, that belonged...to Draco Malfoy.

Harry's hatred for Draco had blinded him to what is right infront of his face. I thought. ''That's right Harry, Draco somehow managed to hit himself over the head, shoot himself in the leg, and then ditch his wand in the bushes outside.'' I commented. ''Not to mention Micheal Spevak's ghost told us that Draco didn't kill him!''

''Irulan -'' I cut Ron off.

''I know you three don't particularly like Draco, but we don't get to pick the vic.'' I said.

''Well, all the evidence points to him.'' Hermione said. She had me there, all of the evidence (at least what wasn't forensic) pointed to Draco. And I already know that in Draco's Wizengamot hearing, the committee won't care about forensics, all they'll care about is that his wand was the one that killed Micheal Spevak.

chapter 4

''Hermione, what did you find?'' I asked, remembering that whatever she found was the reason I was there.

''Oh yeah,'' she said, walking over to her cubicle, and walking back around holding a file. ''Micheal Spevak wasn't a muggle, he was a squib''

''Okay'' I said.

''He owned a shipping company...'' she said.

''And someone I interviewed said that Spevak would use his shipping company to bring in ingredients used in illegal potions'' Harry said.

''But if he's bringing in thier ingreients, why kill him?'' Ron wondered.

''Because he wanted out. He finally realized what he was getting his family into'' Harry said.

''That's a motive for murder'' Hermione said.

''What's the best we can charge Malfoy with?'' Ron asked me.

''Accessory to murder, and if we're lucky we can get him on first degree murder'' I said. Another memo flew over to us, but this one was for me.

I sighed and unfolded it. ''What's it say?'' Harry asked.

''I'm due in Wizengamot in an hour'' I said, ''I'm gonna go change''. I folded up the memo and stuffed it in my back pocket, before I headed to the Crib.

Believe it or not, Auror Headquarters has two levels. The first is where all of our desks and stuff are, and the second is like one huge dorm for all of us because we can't always go home in the middle of a case can we?

I walked into the Crib which is a circular room with five different hallways because -let's face it- there are a lot of aurors. I walked down the second hallway from the left, headed toward my room that I shared with Hermione.

''Irulan'' I turned and saw Harry.

''What?'' I asked.

''Are you okay?'' he asked.

''I'm fine,'' I said continuing to walk down the hall until I reached the door that said Granger & Anderson.

I opened the door and walked in. There were two beds on either side of the room, a nightstand in between with a clock. We also had a bathroom and a closet.

''Are you sure you're okay?'' Harry asked sitting on my bed.

''Why am I the one always going to Wizengamot?'' I asked going into the closet and pulling out a nice pant suit.

''Because you're the best'' Harry said.

I went into the bathroom, and changed into the pant suit, ''I'm 19 Harry, how many ninteen year old's do you know that practically live at their jobs?'' I said walking out of the bathroom and putting my long dark red hair in a ponytail.

''Other and me, you, Ron, and Hermione?'' Harry said.

I didn't listen to him, ''I mean I have seen more horrific things than most of the veteran aurors! I've seen rape, torture, murder, RDK's, dismemberment, cannibalism, you name it, I've probably seen it!''

''Irulan, relax will you?''

''Why can't Hermione go to Wizengamot once in awhile? She's about as good as I am'' I said, pulling on a pair of nice dress boots. I turned to Harry, ''How do I look?''

''Perfect, same as you always do when you go to Wizengamot'' he said.

''I'm just getting tired of being the one going to Wizengamot all the time'' I said.

''I know you are'' Harry said. ''But you're really good at what you do''

I smiled, ''I am aren't I?''. Harry just smiled, ''Okay, I need to run by my desk and grab my files, are you gonna walk down with me?''

''Don't I always?'' he said. ''What courtroom are you in?''

''Your favorite one; Ten'' I said, Harry shuddered. Courtroom Ten is the same one that Harry had to go to for his hearing four years ago. I smoothed down my top before heading out of mine and Hermione's room with Harry. I grabbed everything from my desk, and Harry and I got onto the elevator.

''Department of Mysteries'' the cool female voice said. The elevator doors rattled open, to a long dark hallway with no doors or windows, except for the plain black set at the end.

We turned left, heading down a flight of stairs, ''Are you nervous?'' Harry asked.

''I'm always nervous before a hearing'' I said.

''You'll do fine'' he said. We reached the bottom of the stairs and walked along another corridor with rough stone walls, and torches in brackets.

''Good luck Irulan'' Harry said when we reached the door to courtroon ten.

''I'll see you later Harry'' I said, opening the door and walking in. Large benches rose on either side of me, which were filled with people, who also had hearings today. I sat down and looked over the files, while the Wizengamot went through the cases on their docket for that day.

''Docket number 12-2389,'' Percy said. That's me, I thought standing up. I made my way from the benches and stood behins a small podieum. Langan stood behind a small table to my left. Percy walked over to me and I handed him a piece of parchment, ''People vs. Draco Malfoy. Charges being murder in the first degree, and accessory to murder'' he walked over to the Wizengamot committe.

''Mr. Langan how does your client plea?''

''Not guilty'' Langan said.

''Mss Anderson?''

''Remand your honors'' I said.

''Your honors, my client is laying in a St. Mungo's hospital bed with no recollection of who he is'' Langan said.

''We consider him a potential flight risk'' I said.

''He's in a hospital bed for Chris'sakes!'' Langan said.

''Mr. Malfoy has a number of financial assests, including a jet, a yacht -''

''So we're punishing my client for being wealthy?''

''I call an eight digit inheritance a little more than wealthy'' I said.

''Objection!''

''Withdrawn!''

''Well Miss Anderson, since you are so passionate about remand. We'll grant it. Draco Malfoy is hearby remanded to your custody''

You see, remand in the wizarding world, and remand in the muggle world are two different things. Remand in the muggle world means you're taken to prison to await trial. Remand in the wizarding world, means the custody of a potential murderer, is given to an auror. Stupid isn't it?

I suddenly found it hard to breathe. My lungs completely shut down, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I swayed on the spot, before falling to the ground...