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An unconscious form lay in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and sneered. The witch beside him smirked.
"My lord," the witch said in her low-pitched voice, "what shall we do with her? He hasn't come to get her."
"Of course he hasn't come," said the wizard, "Walden fetched the wrong one."
"So what are we going to do?" asked the witch. The wizard glanced at the body.
"Such a pity to waste a pure child," the wizard said quietly, "but sacrifices must be made. After all, if we let her go, she'll surely tellthem and then my advantage of surprise will disappear." The wizard spoke lightly, as if he were talking of swatting a fly.
He took out his wand.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he cried. The body twitched but stayed still otherwise.
The wizard looked at the body with a faint curiosity then muttered, "Morsmordre." A Dark Mark materialized above the corpse's body.
"My lord," the witch said, ignoring the sudden death, "should we summon the rest?" The wizard smiled.
"Excellent idea, Bella," said the wizard. He pulled out his wand and Bellatrix automatically pushed her sleeve up. The wizard pressed the tip of his wand on Bellatrix' Dark Mark.
"I hope they are joyful," the wizard said as he pulled back his wand. "I'd hate to have any remorseful followers. However, those who are regretting playing Dark wizard with me can be easily removed." Bellatrix nodded, her eyes full of bloodlust. "Speaking of which, how's the family?"
"Cissy is good and well but Lucius bribed his way out of Azkaban," Bellatrix said through gritted teeth. "He's now pretending that he was a patriotic mole for the Ministry."
Lord Voldemort chuckled.
"Well, won't he be surprised," Lord Voldemort said. "Bella, exactly how long will it take for the others to get here?"
"An hour, maybe more," Bellatrix replied dutifully, "though many won't come at all; they'll think their Dark Marks are just acting odd."
"That's alright," Lord Voldemort remarked, "I'll take care of the unfaithful."
And then the Marks started to burn more ferociously than ever.
*
"Her body was found last night," reported Turpin. Harry looked up at her from his desk.
"Whose?" he asked.
"Greengrass'."
"Daphne?"
"Of course."
"How's Astoria?"
"Hysterical."
"Anything to note?"
"There was a Dark Mark floating above her body."
Harry was silent.
"Type up a file on this," Harry ordered suddenly. Turpin held out a manila folder.
"Already done," Turpin said monotonously. Harry nodded.
"Excellent," he said. He reclined back in his chair. "Let me go over this. I'll call you back in about two hours." Turpin nodded and walked out of Harry's office.
"Voldy, you better not be back," Harry muttered once Turpin had left.
*
DARK MARK FOUND OVER MISSING GIRL'S DEAD BODY
In earlier issues, the kidnapping of the wealthy Daphne Greengrass has been little-publicized. However, that is about to end.
Yesterday, at about 11:53 PM, a wizard who will be referred to as, "Jack," stumbled upon a dead body. It was easily recognized as Daphne Greengrass, the wealthy pure-blood witch who had been kidnapped a few months ago.
Jack didn't think that Greengrass' death, which authorities suspect was by the Killing Curse, was unexpected. But oddly, it seemed unmotivated.
Except for the usual petty childhood enemies, Greengrass had none. She kept to herself but wasn't reserved. She hadn't attracted any media, or neighbour, attention either before her kidnapping, so why would the poor young lady be subject to murder? That is what is odd, as serial killings are seldom in Wizarding Britain. However, there is another more distressing detail to Greengrass' death.
A Dark Mark was found hovering over her body.
Some people are nervous- particularly the ex-Death Eaters who betrayed their fellow comrades for a lighter sentence (not to mention Lucius Malfoy or anything)- but Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, says not to worry and that the Mark was probably just a joke. But an unmotivated killing, topped with a well-known symbol of the late You-Know-Who? Sounds fishy. Maybe a Death Eater, straight out of Azkaban, craving revenge in the form of fear?
Betty Braithwaite reports for the Daily Prophet.
"Why the bloody hell do I have to learn of my sister-in-law's murder from the effing newspaper?" demanded Draco Malfoy.
"What do you suggest?" Harry said coolly as he snatched the Daily Prophet from Draco. "And Daphne is technically not your sister-in-law; you're not married to Astoria, yet."
"You could have told me."
"Well I'm sorry, but I learned of this approximately five hours before the Prophet was sent out."
"Then you had five hours to have told me."
"I didn't know you liked to be woken up in the wee hours of morning."
"I don't, but this is a matter of life and death."
"Well, there's nothing I can do as of now."
"Maybe alert me if any of my relations- including in-laws- get snuffed?"
"I didn't know you were fond of Daphne."
"I'm not."
"Then why do you care?'
"Because I need to know this prior to Astoria knowing so I can keep her from becoming hysterical."
*
Harry paced back and forth in front of the nine Ministry workers: Susan Bones, Ron Weasley, Padma Patil, Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger, Fay Dunbar, Dean Thomas, Hannah Abbott and Draco Malfoy.
"Okay," Harry finally said. "You've all heard of the Daphne Greengrass case. Am I correct?"
Five mumbled assent, three nodded tersely, and one continued to examine his nails, paying no heed to what Potty was saying.
"We need a small, elite team of Hogwarts students that knew Daphne Greengrass. This is no small matter. I, myself, will be Head of this case. The public must be reassured if the worst case scenario arises." Harry swallowed nervously. "We must prepare ourselves for the Third Wizarding War."
The reaction was unanimous. Padma and Fay slumped over the desk and fainted. Dean rushed over to aid Padma, his face turning beet red, and Ron ran to Fay's side. Hermione gasped loudly in unison with several others while Draco just sighed, and continued to examine his nails.
"Ahem." Harry cleared his throat. "I would like to start working on this case immediately. Fay, Padma, and Ron, please go to whoever was last seen, heard or had any contact with the Greengrasses. I would like a report in three days, max. Theo and Susan, you will go to the Ministry archives. Look for anything that has to do with Greengrasses that is peculiar. Dean and Hannah, go to an unused office to manage our base. I think some offices on our floor's left wing are empty. Manage, collect and analyse the information. Malfoy and Hermione, go take a look at Greengrass' body. Everybody, be sure to relay your information to Dean and Hannah. Now, go."
As the others turned to leave, Harry motioned for Draco and Hermione to stay behind. They stayed at opposite sides of the room, not looking at each other.
"Daphne's body is top secret. Don't tell anyone but me what you find."
Draco nodded. "But why'd you choose us?"
"Because you, Malfoy, used to be a Death Eater and Hermione has seen cases like this before and is highly observant," Harry said, slowly enunciating each word for their- mostly Draco's- benefit.
Hermione made a sound of disgust before heading to the office containing Daphne's body.
Daphne had a familiar expression of pure terror. One that Hermione still couldn't get out of her mind: the utter coldness of dead friends and comrades, and the confusion, the terror on the battlefield. She shuddered. Then she began to carefully take things out of Daphne's pockets. A coin purse, some vials full of beauty potions, Daphne's wand, and a comb. Then she examined what Greengrass was wearing: close-fitting designer jeans, a blouse, and sandals.
Muggle clothing. How odd, thought Hermione as she sat down in a chair and began to take notes.
"You don't recognize this?" Draco said suddenly, holding up one of the vials. "I thought you were smart."
"Shut up, ferret," Hermione hissed without looking up, "If I recall correctly, you were the one who got kneed in the arse."
"And you were the one who turned red because you thought I was flirting with you."
Hermione snorted then thought, the ferret seems to have finally gotten over his fear of Hermione Grangers!
"Are you sure you don't want to take just one peeksie at this?" Draco drawled.
With an exasperated sigh, Hermione looked up from the pad of paper that she was taking notes on and looked at the vial.
"That's a normal beauty potion," she stated.
"Oh, really?" Draco said.
"Give it, Malfoy."
"No, I think I'll examine it. Besides, you don't seem like the type that likes to examine beauty vials," Draco said with mock sweetness.
Hermione gritted her teeth. "Fine. Don't give it over."
Then when she looked back up, a few minutes later, Draco was gone.
"Crap. That ferret must've gone out for a break," she muttered. Then she noticed the empty vial and the Pensive on the desk. She groaned, stood up, and plunged into the Pensive.
They were in a forest and in the distance were three figures: two in black robes, one half-dead. Then someone shouted.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
And the memory ended.
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