Post Half-blood prince.

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It was four years after graduation, and it was just like any other meeting that the Order had. It of course still took place in the same house, number twelve Grimmauld Place but the dwelling possessed a different air than usual. A group of three could be found hovering around the new edition of the Daily Prophet which was reporting that Draco Malfoy was found dead in his home. There in the center of the newspaper was a picture of Malfoy but the picture of him didn't hold the usual sneer that was always plastered on his face while in school. This picture showed Malfoy sitting in a leather armchair in front of a fireplace holding a glass of brandy in his hand. And occasionally he would toast and nod in the direction of whoever was admiring his picture at the moment.

"It says that he was murdered", Hermione read, "He seems so content in this picture, not like his usual self from school", she continued and then stared looked back to the picture while in deep thought.

"I had some strong disagreement with the ferret but I really can't think of anyone that would want to kill him. I mean he always used to strut around with that Malfoy attitude, trying to show everyone else that he was better than they were most of all...", Ron trailed off while looking at Hermione then back at the article, with the known statement which to their knowledge didn't need to be finished.

"He was murdered by his father", a silky voice appeared from the doorway. Professor Snape stood leaning against the door to the kitchen looking at the group, where they were currently situated.

"How do you know his father killed him", asked Fred Weasley with interest while following his movements as Snape moved towards the group that was seated at the kitchen counter and started speaking again, "That is not the important question. I have tried to evaluate the scene where he was found but in some way it just doesn't make any sense. Lucius and I have been on – speaking terms ever since the downfall of the Dark Lord," he took a short glance at Harry whose emotions and burdens could clearly be seen in his eyes as he kept his gaze with the potions master, "and there were no sign of him having any problems with anything. Draco and I have had a word with each other here and there and he didn't look to be in any distress either. But you can never trust the slippery fiend with anything much less on what goes on in his household."

At this Dumbledore spoke up, "It is with a heavy heart that we have to accept this. For it was only four years ago to this day that he had graduated amongst his fellow classmates and fought on our side against Lord Voldemort. Although there were mothers, fathers and close friends lost on that day, we must put it behind us and look towards the future."

It was a terrible day for the Weasley family and the Order. They had lost both of their parents, and even though there were some additions such as Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. Everyone did their part while on the battlefield. Molly was in charge of healing the wounded in a heavily warded area, but it wasn't enough to hold off the Death Eaters. It proved to be a quick death for her and her husband who was on the other side of the battlefield defending Ron.

It was a terrible sight to see for the family and the friends that were amongst the Order fighting. He was tortured under the Cruciatus Curse, for more than his body could manage, accompanied by many other nasty hexes which ultimately led him to his death. Ron hadn't been his usual self since then.

That was five years ago. Now Hermione was sitting in her bed wide awake looking at the same content face which still haunts her to this day.

Over the years with the traumatic deaths of the war, as well as many others that included her parents who were killed at the hands of Viktor Krum. It seemed he had turned to the Dark Side when he of course didn't believe the Light Side would win in addition to others. Hermione decided to help out. She became a Crime Scene Investigator of the Wizarding World in addition to her other job of checking for illegal drugs which in the muggle world seemed like heroin or cocaine. Some days she required the help from Professor Snape which asked her to actually get along with him.

It was a shock to many when his death was reported in the paper, and nothing was found at the crime scene which could help solve his case. It was said that he died of the Killing curse. Nothing seemed disrupted neither in his body nor in his house. The only object that was found was lying next to his body when Hermione, Professor Snape arrived. No note, nothing.

She tried to figure out what was in the container, and even asked Professor Snape for help, but no answers were handed to her.

There was a funeral of course which the Order had attended to pay their respects, but the fact that it was never explained about who truly killed him, that's what puzzled her. Snape had come to a conclusion that it was too violent and bloody of a scene to be suicide; the only main suspect remained to this day his father. Who was still alive but rotting away in Azkaban serving his life sentence as well as all the other Death Eaters that were captured after Voldemorts downfall. But then the constant repeated and unanswered questions arose "why would his father want to kill his only heir and what was in that flask?"

Hermione believed that Draco was hiding something from the world, and she was determined to figure out what it was.

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