Disclaimer: my thanks to Conan Doyle, Hiromu Arakawa, LogicalRaven and of course J.K for the central ideas and influences in this story.
Notes: this one's edited too, I'm sorry for any inconvenience, or delay but if this chapter doesn't make any sense I suggest a re-read of the last one. I have also improved spelling where found, please cope with this but if the is a problem you must have changed tell me so. Cos I'm getting the bear minimum of feed back, and will see this as my story being so good it doesn't need fixing. Anyhow, enjoy the story…
Harry stood rotted with the others at the doorway, the was tension and a sudden silence as Malfoy rose from his seat.
Observing the new arrivals, his hand reached up and smoothed back the light blond hair and turning back to the minister, he continued to talk as though the was no interruption.
"Mam, I simply must protest" before he was sharply cut-off by her stressed cry.
"That is all Malfoy! While this crime could not of been foreseen by the Regular Office, the Auror office will be launching there own investigation under my orders, into the events, with I might add, complete and open support from you and your superiors."
Draco bore the response without flinching, showing no change of emotion on his concrete expression.
The minister's face softened after her outburst and she continued more meekly "I appreciate you came to represent of the Chef of the Regular office, and you argued your case well, but I what this case dealt with so I'm sending them in." at this point Fecher stood up herself "that is all."
To this Malfoy relaxed bowed and turned on his heel.
On his departure past the Auror's he and Ron glared daggers at one another, with mutual hatred. Ron had never forgiven Malfoy for his part in Dumbledore's death five years ago.
Draco Malfoy unlike his parents and the rest of his family, had lived through the grate war, his farther, mother even Snape had sacrificed themselves to keep Draco alive.
This desperate aim of survival and Draco's witnessing of the horrors that Tom Riddle caused led him to defect, so he fought alongside the ministry in the closing events of the war.
For this penance he was sparred Azkaban and given a job in the newly stated Regular office.
With self-denial of his former beliefs and heavy self-discipline, he had risen to a higher position in that office, he believed now, only truly in a stable law. For this he fought on Harry and Ron's side.
That didn't mean Harry and Ron had to like him.
Nor that he had completely lost the lordly stride as he walked past them and the doors slammed closed.
"Well now" Fecher said continuing in a calm manner, "Tonks, Ron, Harry glad to still have you with us," to this the three stood in attention, and Fecher looked to Hazel motioning her to hand her some papers, then down to the shorter man asking him to proceed.
At this he cleared his throat, and in a gruff heavy voice said "past what Tonks has been told we wont know much else until your evaluation of the crime-seen, its not that we don't trust the regular office Inspectors, but your teams seem to have more experience with these sorts of events, wont jump to conclusions."
At this he paused and they waited patiently as he took out a handkerchief from his uniform and mopped his forehead in time he continued.
"What I can add is that one of the Regular office downed happens to have some serious diplomatic relations, so the ministry must be seen as working together between its own offices."
Again he paused coughing, then went on "As for orders, your office is to report its finding's to the two of us." He indicated the minister who by how had gone to sit patiently at her desk.
"You're to solve this case and hunt down the perpetrators, please convey that to your head of office O'Riley who is currently at the seen of the crime. That is all, dismissed."
The three Auror's bowed and walked out of the office the large doors swinging shut behind.
As soon as they were out of the office Tonks span round to talk to her companions.
"Come on boys, we had better hurry, if both O'Riley and Lestrade have been put on this case, sparks are gonna fly"
"What why?" Asked a confused Ron
"Cos there as Jealous as a pair of professional beauties" called Tonks already running for the lift.
"Shit" Harry and Ron uttered together before dashing after her.
It was a sill over cast morning rain falling from the grey clouds that covered the sky Katharine O'Riley was, standing apart from her collages looking at the carnage before her with narrowed calculating oak brown eyes, she had served in the war with honours and as the highest ranking Auror to pull through had taken on the offices leadership.
She cast a weary look at the Regs inspector, a portly man and ex-Auror by name of Lestrade, who was walking about in a superior manner. Her opinions of the man had not changed in the whole six years of working with him, he was quick and energetic, but conventional, shockingly so. Often drawing upon conclusions with out the full evidence, and flowing slower procedures.
What's more he knew that she was his superior and would acknowledged that to her, but would have adopted a Horntail before admitting this to anyone else. She cast a glance at her watch wondering briefly where the other Half of her office had got to and despite her outward calm, hoped they got here before Lestrade's team contaminated the crime seen completely.
The building was a disused where house, large and open bout three storeys high natural overcast light fell through high broken Windows into the run down corrugated steel shell.
This shell was divided into two large storerooms, devoid of any furnishings apart from some crates in the corners and a shelf-unit or two. The where dips falling on a cold wet floor from the many holes in the ceiling the damp running into pools of blood that coated the floor.
Blue Uniformed Men made their way round the three still, damp bodies that were scattered in the large open chambers combing for clues, searching for a clues to the chaos. Two Regs had entered the building, apparently for a call out, when contact was lost, the other Two went in to investigate and were ambushed, that much was clear
O'Riley cast her still narrowed eyes around looking for a source to take her mind of the waiting and her gaze came to rest on the back of her student her figure slim, a long knife sung on her belt below her wand. She was crouched making a complete examination of one of the body's, studding her work
Her name was Amy Forrester, she was from England but had been taut at Beauxbatons Academy for Witches but kicked out in her 6th year returning to London to look for a job better suited to her talents. She was a year older than Harry and Ron, with dark blond hair bound with thick red ribbon wearing a long light levier coat over the small frame, and she was what was referred to as a copycat in the wizard world. She could make copy's, from knives to bodies, and this innate ability while granted the clone was not infinitely lasting nor sentient was excellent in recreating the victims as they were found, when the injured had been taken to St Mungo's.
Feeling with a strange 6th sense her teachers eyes boring into her, Amy stood up and met O'Riley's gaze, when given the question she responded with a happy fair voice.
"Well?"
"We seem to have all four down over two rooms, two male, two female, the first down was a Mr John Rance, ex-hit wizard, who suffered a concussion and heavy cuts we think he's also in shock, its being treated. Next we have a Lucy Ferriner, Rance's second and a newbee only being in the reg office 4 moths, her body's not yet been found but with the amount of the blood our experience says, she's dead." Amy stopped talking and proceeded across to where the other copies lay.
"This is Mr Enoch Drebber, pronounced dead at the ministries arrival, well known and highly respected, no apparent marks or wounds and over here…"
To this any darted over to the last figure that was crumpled over near Enoch her head at a strange angle, her arm and chest severally gashed. Amy continued talking, crouching down next to this fragile form.
"A Miss Cho Debber believed the last to be attacked yet despite injures to the chest arm and neck is alive, moved St Mungo's."