First out I'd like to tell you all how sorry I am for the last chapter, I only just read it through and OMG, it was alike a thousand of wrong spellings in there! I'm going to fix it ASAP or AsAIgTt (as soon as I got the time)...

I hope you enjoy this...

What Last Forever

Chapter 14

Monday night, LA police station.

Harry sat in his cell and waited for something to happen. As things looked right now he wouldn't get out of there anytime soon. He sighed and relaxed against the wall. He sat on the floor even if there was a possibility to sit on a bed. It felt better to sit on the floor. It represented his dull thoughts. This whole bloody room was dull! It was even worse than the dungeons in Hogwarts. The police actually believed that it was he that had shoot the man.

Shows how much they know, he thought.

They had taken his cloths to examinant them. Perhaps then they would realise that he hadn't been near a gun since he didn't have any gunpowder on his cloths. No blood either. But if he had seen the man, why hadn't the police? Could it be a set up? Why? None knew who he really was; he had no enemies as Jamez. It didn't add up, this whole story was just a big joke. He would be taken to a hearing soon, he knew it, but they had said that every room had been full so he'd have to wait in this cell.

That was three hours ago.

Another hour and a police officer came and took him to a room. It was classical, almost like a movie. It was a small room with a table and two chairs. A hard looking man was waiting for him.

The police officer left him in there.

"Sit," said the man.

Jamez said nothing because it would probably only worsen the situation, knowing his own luck. So he sat down quietly and waited for the man to speak again. He looked around slightly and saw that there was indeed a window that he couldn't see through but he knew that there was some people watching him.

"So..." said the man slowly. Jamez had already began to dislike this man.

"Your name is Jamez..."

"Correct," he said. He tried to look very relaxed. He thought he pulled it of quite good because the officer decided to try tomake him nervous.

"So, you decided to kill this evening, do you know how many years in prison you'll get for that?"

"The only thing I've killed is my party mood," he replied easily.

"Jamez Moon, is that your name?"

"Yes."

"Hm, unusual..."

"So?"

The police glared at him.

Jamez had made sure to make fake records on his background and name. He knew he needed it andin times like this he was grateful that he went through the problems to get a false identity.

"You're currently employed at the Blazin' Nightclub?" the man asked and looked up.

"Yes I am, and since you know my name but I don't know yours why don't you presentate yourself? It'scalled manners."

"My name is Jeddings, that's all you need to know and from now on you better remember that I amthe one that asks all the questions."

"Yeah, yeah. Chill. So what do I need to tell you to prove my innocence? Oh sorry, another question, I forgot," he said teasingly.

The policeman chose to ignore him.

"For how long have you been working there?"

"Oh I don't know, off and on... in all... a couple of months I'd say."

"How do you know Emilio Estram?"

"Who?" he asked.

"The one that you shoot."

"I never shot anyone," he said stubbornly.

"Oh but you did, and now you're denying it right? You can be sure that we'll expose you."

"For doing what? Drinking a beer? Working in an expensive nightclub? For being famous? Get it into your thickhead right now and you'll save an awful lot of time; I'm innocent!" he said quietly but very intense.

His green eyes blazed at the man and the man leaned back.

"So you're still denying it then."

"I'm not denying anything, I'm speaking the truth. And now I am tired of your silly games. You think that you're aCIA agent when you're truly just some old bitter man with a hag to wife that is giving you no sex and you're just some wannabe and you're seeking youth again," he said evilly. "Guess what, that time is long passed for you! Justtake alookat yourself ina mirror and you'll see... So who's denying things here? And as in all movies, I want to make a phone call. Pronto!" he said.

The man was speechless before he slammed his file down on the table with a bang and left the room swiftly. Jamez shook his head after him.

"Grumpy bastard," he said.

Jamez called Spike and told him of the situation. Spike promised to be there and bring a lawyer with him. Spike could be very serious when something, er, serious came up. And Jamez trusted the vampire to get him out of the bloody police station in one way or another. Unfortainly Spike brought a lot of people with him. Both Granger, Lupin, Snape and Carol were with him. And an unknown man.

"Hello Jamez. My name is Devon Randle and I am going to be your lawyer."

Jamez took the man's hand and said hello before he turned to the other people.

"So what are you all doing here? I'm surprised the guards let you in."

"I believe Mr Randle had something to do with that," Snape said.

"Oh?" he said questioningly and turned to Devon.

"Yes, I thought it would make you more relaxed with some known faces around. I told the guards that they were my apprentices and that they had to get along," said Devon.

"Slytherin," said Lupin to Snape and Snape looked at Lupin sharply.

"Alright. So where do we go from here?" Jamez asked.

"We need to prove your innocence," Devon stated simply as if it was the easiest thing on earth.

"Yes I understood that," he said with a hint of irritation. "I was however wondering how do we prove that? I have no alibi, I wasn't seen by anyone. It's my word against the prosecutors."

"Are you sure there was nobody else there?" Devon asked.

"Yes! I mean no; there was the killer of course. Is saw him, just a dark shadow really but as I said; it's my word against theirs."

"Yes, but the technical investigation might prove your innocence."

"And what if it doesn't? We need a back up plan!" said Jamez.

"One might think you're the lawyer here," said Devon amused.

"I'm used to having to defend myself. I know how to talk. However, I need some support here. I can't manage this one on my own. That's why you're here. I have no idea as how to prove my innocence in case their investigation of my cloths doesn't show anything. Unless someone catch the killer," he said and looked at Spike.

"What did he look like?" Snape asked.

"A shadow, I told you already. It might as well have been a woman for all I know," he sighed.

"That's not much. But we'll try to do the best out of it," said Devon.

"Yeah."

After two other hours they still hadn't come up with something even if they had Hermione among them. And Jamez still didn't understand why Snape, Lupin and Granger were there to help him. Had Granger finally convinced them that he was indeed Harry? Or was it something else? They hadn't mentioned it and he would have noticed if they knew he was Harry... or so you'd think... confusing!

The door opened and two men looked at them.

"I here by accuse you for killing Emilio Estram, you're going to court tomorrow. The evidence prove you guilty," they informed him and closed the door.

Jamez gasped together with the rest. This wasn't right! Something was terrible wrong here!

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