Chris Carter and 1013 Productions own the X-Files. JK Rowling, Warner Brothers and Scholastic own Harry Potter. All I own is this story line, every Harry Potter DVD and a complete collection of X-Files DVD's. I wish I owned Fox Mulder.

A/N This story is set anytime during Sorcerers Stone through Prisoner of Azkaban of HP (although it contains information in all the books) and after X-Files episode "Emily", but before "Requiem".

THE OLD HERBOLOGY CLASSROOM

HOGWARTS

Professor McGonagall took Agent Scully to her guest room so she could change and collect her equipment, then they all went down to the old Herbology classroom. Scully was a little dismayed to find a small group of faculty had collected outside the door, hoping for admittance, curious to see what would happen.

"If you don't want them to watch, I can send them away," offered McGonagall, but Scully shook her head. If they really wanted to see that badly, she may as well let them see.

They entered the room, and the victim was on the table, covered in a sheet. Dumbledore must have ordered them to do that, Scully thought. Buttoning her lab coat over scrubs against the chill of the room, she walked around the sheet, checking for blood or other fluids, and saw none. Then she gowned and gloved, adjusted her goggles and gave a pad and pen to Hermione, telling her to take notes.

"The victim is named Sorfi, a..." Scully began before she pulled back the sheet and paused, startled.

"Agent Scully? Is anything wrong?" Asked Professor McGonagall.

Hermione stepped up, and looked under the sheet, then at Scully. "It's a house-elf, Agent Scully."

A house-elf. Really. She thought. But out loud, she said, "Thank you. You can continue taking notes." She paused to gather her thoughts before she continued, "A house-elf who...has been reported as female--of indeterminate age..."

The wizards watched avidly as Scully did the post-mortem examination. Her protective gear was quite odd, and they had trouble following her dictation, although she acted as if she did this sort of thing all the time.

"The subject is 42 lbs in extremis, 42 inches. Derma is greenish and dry--preliminary observation indicates cause of death due to a burn to the chest wall...

"The wound is situated 5cm to the left of the midline of the sternum at approximately..." she felt carefully, "...the fourth intercostal space. Edges of the tissue are blackened. No other signs of trauma apparent."

Scully took tissue samples from the wound for histological examination and prepared the slides, then proceeded to pick up her autopsy instruments. Some of the wizards cringed as she made her first cut. Incising into the body with scalpel and rib cutters seemed very savage, but one did have to make allowances for muggles. Presumably the poor dear was doing the best she could. As for Scully, she proceeded slowly and carefully because she was unsure of what were normal findings for a house elf. She examined and weighed the organs, giving dictation the whole time. After a thorough examination she was ready to give a cause of death.

"She seems to have died from what appears to be lethal electrical stimulation to the heart."

She looked up and explained to the little crowd that she had tests to run on the samples, and while they were welcome to stay, it would probably be very boring.

The crowd started to disperse. Snape had arrived close to the end of the procedure but stayed in the back of the room. It was close to midnight by now, and Scully was starting to feel tired. She had removed her protective gear and was looking for an electrical outlet to plug her microscope into when Snape approached her. "What did you find, Agent Scully?"

"Injuries consistent with electrical burns, but this was the first time I ever saw a house-elf," she muttered while trying to figure out how she was going to turn on her microscope; she remembered that there was no electricity.

Turning to Hermione, she asked her for a little light. Scully either didn't know or had forgotten that magic outside of the classrooms or certain specified times was frowned upon and was arranging her slides as Hermione looked at Snape for permission, which he gave. Hermione spoke an incantation and the little light went on. Scully, peering into the eyepiece and adjusting the knobs had missed this byplay. She merely muttered, "thanks".

Scully looked at one slide then another. She started to frown a little. Then she looked at a third and drew back. She walked over to the body, examined part of the wound, then carefully took a tissue sample from a site remote from the wound area. She came back to the microscope, prepared another slide, and examined it. This time, she drew back with an even deeper frown. She turned to Snape and asked, "Would you find Agent Mulder for me please? Snape turned and left.

While Scully waited for Mulder she pulled up a chair and sat down in it, and invited Hermione to do the same. Then she turned to the girl and said, " Your parents are muggles, am I correct?" Hermione nodded. Scully continued, "Have they ever been here at Hogwarts, or to Diagon Alley?"

Hermione nodded again, "Just Diagon Alley." But she was starting to wonder what was so important about her parents.

"Did they ever mention any odd sensations or effects from passing to and from the magic world?"

Hermione thought hard, and slowly shook her head. "No, Agent Scully, I really can't say they have."

Scully tried another tack. "What about yourself? Did you ever notice anything?"

Hermione shook her head again. Scully sighed a little. She had never completely shaken that peculiar sensation she had that first day they were here. Maybe she was the only one. Then she asked Hermione about the house-elves. Hermione was a lot more helpful on that subject. She knew a little, but she suggested that Scully talk to Hagrid because he knew "everything" about magical creatures. Scully decided she would do that.

When Mulder arrived, Scully drew him aside, towards the table, and unconsciously lowered her voice. She was not used to having outsiders in the room when she and Mulder discussed cases, but she thought it would be rude to send Snape and Hermione away. And besides, they needed them to find their way back to their guest rooms.

"Did you know the victim was a house elf? Have you ever seen a house elf?"

Mulder nodded. "Hagrid introduced me to some of the staff."

"Right. Well, anyhow, you need to see these slides. This is the control slide. I collected this sample from an area remote from the wound. Cellular structure not too unusual. But look at this sample I took from the wound." She inserted the slide into the microscope. "We've seen this before, Mulder, remember? This chevron pattern. The last case before we were assigned here. The attacks in Maine." Scully spoke quietly, arms folded.

Mulder thought for a moment before he spoke, lowering his voice the way Scully had. "Professor Dumbledore did say there was evidence that You-Know-Who was active in North America. Somehow, those cases didn't quite have the feel of extraterrestrial intervention. But, I have to admit, I didn't suspect it was any sort of magical activity."

Scully responded, " How could you have thought so? This whole...place is not like anything we have encountered before now."

Mulder looked like something occurred to him. He started walking around the table, then he peered under the sheet for a few moments. Scully walked up to him. "What is it Mulder?"

"Has it occurred to you there's something we're not being told, Scully, something about why we were brought here. There are people like us--muggles--better versed in this sort of phenomenon than we are right here in the UK. Even in America, they could have found someone better suited for this job. But Dumbledore requested us personally. Why do you suppose?"

They both turned to look at Snape and Hermione. Hermione looked a little ill at ease and was keeping a careful distance from Snape but she was braving it out. Snape merely gazed back at them, expression carefully blank.

Scully turned back to Mulder and he continued, "Obviously, we were getting close to the truth about this world, and they try to avoid notice by our people. Maybe Dumbledore caught wind of our activities."

"In other words, easier to keep us close and keep an eye on us."

"Could be."

Mulder resumed pacing. "But back to the case. So, we know this attack has similarities to the attacks in Maine. But the first attack here, the student's wound was healed before you had a chance to look at it. It's not possible to definitively tie that one in with these. All we know is that it happened only a few days ago. But to tie this in with You-Know-Who, to make the evidence stronger, we would need evidence to compare from a known, documented incident."

Snape and Hermione were still watching this whole exchange and Scully turned to them.

"Professor Snape, our evidence here shows similarities to a case we were working on Stateside. We were informed in briefing that there's been an increase in activity from You-Know-Who recently. I'd like to try to contact the Ministry of Magic for some evidence from earlier. How can I do that?"

"Professor Dumbledore could contact them for you," Snape replied, "but what kind of information do you need?"

"Well...Harry Potter's case in particular, but anything they had. Mostly, blood and tissue samples. Or pathology reports. Anything from the attack when he was a baby. Come here, I want to show you something."

Scully showed him the slides and explained what the findings meant. Snape could see why Scully found satisfaction from this work. He straightened up and stepped back to talk to Scully, which allowed Hermione a chance to look in the microscope.

"Agent Scully, I'm sure Headmaster Dumbledore would be happy to find whatever information you wanted. But, I must warn you. The things you're talking about--blood samples, pathology reports. That's not our way. I would be surprised if any were ever collected."

Scully sighed with frustration. If she could compare Harry's results with these, it might give them more information. If not, she'd have to think of another idea. But she was getting the impression that wizard law enforcement was a very inexact science.