Main Prompt: Write a Criminal AU (Career Planning Task 2)
Secondary Prompts: 3.[Character] Hannah Abbott, 6.[Character] Andromeda Tonks and 8.[Character] Bellatrix Black
Word Count:1499
Warning for Blood, slight gore and torture
Muggle AU! And I've also messed with some of the ages a little bit
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Hannah Abbott wanted to scream. Sometimes, she loved her job; most of the time even. Most people thought she was crazy and maybe she was. She had seen a lot of the worst the world had to offer, her mother had been killed while she had been at high school, the case left forgotten and unsolved.
Hannah supposed that was part of her motivation to help others like herself; who were left behind to pick up the pieces of their life after the death of a loved one. Hannah knew the importance of closure, and the pain (the lack of it) could bring. She didn't want others to suffer in the way she had. Hannah would chase every lead until she found an answer, sometimes it wasn't the answer she wanted to find, but it was an answer and an answer is better than nothing.
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Bellatrix Black cackled evilly as she looked over to where her older sister was sitting - okay maybe sitting wasn't the best description- her sister was a little tied up. Quite literally. Her sister glared at her, somehow knowing exactly where Bellatrix was even though a blindfold covered her eyes.
Andromeda Tonks née Black had always known that her younger sister was a little crazy; but this was beyond anything she had ever considered before. Her sister had gone completely off the rails, she was no longer anything like the girl Andromeda had remembered from her childhood. When they were younger, Bellatrix had shown some signs of madness, but never anything on this level. Andromeda used to watch Bellatrix's eyes flare as their parents yelled at them, she used to know when her sister was doing bad and when things were going okay. She knew her sister wasn't completely sane. She had known it since before they had started going to school but she never knew the true extent of it until today.
Andromeda hadn't even noticed that anything serious was up with her sister. She had thought it was just like any other day. Andromeda rarely talked to her sisters anymore, not since high school when she had rebelled against them. They had refused to talk to her after that and treated her like she wasn't even there. Her sisters had still kept in touch, as much as they could. Sometimes, however, they would go for months without speaking, at other moments, days, communication completely depended on their parents. This had been one of the times where it had been months since they had spoken. Whenever it had been a while since they had last spoke and one of her sisters approached her for a meeting, if only to hang out for a couple of hours or less, Andromeda would clear her entire schedule.
This time it had been one of the longest periods between their meetings, almost nine months. By now, both Bellatrix and Narissa had graduated from school and were out in the world by themselves. Andromeda didn't know why it had taken so long for her sister to contact her, but she wasn't one to look a gifted horse in the mouth.
Well, it hadn't gone well, her parents had had more of an influence on her sisters than Andromeda had thought. They had managed to convince her sisters that she was insane and needed to be 'put down'. She really thought her sister would be able to resist their parents piercing words, but they hadn't been able to. Andromeda should have taken them with her when she had left, but she hadn't, she had thought her parents would spare her sisters, they hadn't. Instead, they had done twice as much to the younger girls than they had to her. They hadn't wanted Andromeda's younger sisters turning out anything like her, they were to be polar opposites. There was nothing Andromada could do to stop it, it was like trying to stop the waves from crashing against the beach, impossible.
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Hannah shook her head as she attempted to stay awake. She couldn't fall asleep now, she had just gotten a new case, it didn't matter that she had already been up for 16 hours. No, she needed to help and solve the case. This was her case after all. The body was horrific, mutilated beyond recognition. The worst part was that it wasn't even the worst body Hannah had seen. it was just another case that would haunt her mind for years and she knew it, but there was nothing she would do about it. Hannah always saw the victim's faces in her mind when she closed her eyes, for months after she had closed their cases, sometimes even years. She saw them in her memories and in her nightmares. She didn't want to see them, but in a way it helped her, it helped her to remember why she did her job. On the darkest nights, she turned to them for help.
She knew it was odd to analyse how they helped her, but they did. Seeing their faces that tormented her every hour, consciously or subconsciously. She was in control when she did it, and she didn't just see them, she saw their families mourning at their graves. Families: holding back tears as they went through their day-to-day lives, children not understanding what they had lost and never knowing the wonder of that family member.
Hannah saw all of it in her mind, and it made her want to cry, to scream about the injustice of the world. But she couldn't do that; to do that would be to give up and that was something she refused to do. Days after those memories were the hardest and, at the same time, Hannah felt the most determined. She refused to let them down, and maybe she pushed herself too hard, but she couldn't make their lives any worse.
Hannah stared at the pictures in her hand, looking over them for what seemed to be the hundredth time, but was probably closer to the tenth. She couldn't see a single thing out of place, it was too clean. If someone was trying to kill them most people would put up a fight, and, so far, the evidence showed no fight from the dead woman. It was like she was dead before she had gotten there, but there was evidence proving otherwise. Hannah didn't quite know what to think. The only thing she could come up with was that their victim knew their attacker. She hated those cases the most. Those were the cases where she wasn't sure about the family, where she wasn't sure if she could trust them with the news of their family members' fate because it was likely that one of them had killed the victim.
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Bellatrix loved being in control, she never got the opportunity at home. Her parents took that away from her. Now she was in control. Bellatrix had taken back her control, and her parents couldn't take that away from her anymore. No one would take it from her, not her parents and not her older sister.
She stared down at her sister who had stopped struggling against the bindings, knowing now that it was useless. Bellatrix had become rather good at tying knots in the years since her sister had left home. Bellatrix pulled a knife out of her pocket, only to tauntingly run it over her sister's face. She pressed the cold metal against the skin of Andromeda's cheek. With a slight jerk of her hand she made a tiny cut on her sister's face right above the cheekbone. A couple drops of blood dripped from the cut.
Andromeda watched as the blood dripped to the floor, one after another, steadily forming a puddle beneath her. Spots of blood scattered the floor. Narcissa watched as her sister placed more and more cuts over their older sister's face. Andromeda's face was completely covered in blood, so much so that she couldn't see anymore. Well,she wouldn't have been able to see if she was conscious.
Narcissa watched as Bellatrix began to place long cuts across Andromeda's chest and stomach. She didn't care about the pain Bellatrix was inflicting on their oldest sister. She watched with rapt fascination as the blood dripped from her sister's wounds.
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Hannah grimaced as she looked over the files. It seemed like nobody had cared about this woman, except for a man who was found dead shortly after. She truly had no one who cared for her and now, she was dead. She had no one to carry on her memory or memories of her life. Most of the people Hannah dealt with had family who actively advocated for their justice, but this girl had no one. Some criminal had killed her and gotten away with it.
Hannah would carry this woman's story with her; until she could solve her murder. Maybe it would take a while, but she would do it, for no one else would care enough.