Hi again people. Today I don't really got that much to say, just that chapter two is now up for reading and that chapter three is on it's way, it will probably be up sometime during next week. Pleasant reading folks.

Rated M for safety, in case I feel like writing something that might be too violent for for the other ratings or something in future chapters.

For summary, check chapter one.

Disclaimer: Rowling is lucky enough to own the Harry Potter universe, whereas I am not.

Chapter II

A week later Draco spotted a familiar-looking black mop on the other side of the bars. He rolled his eyes and sighed, then turned to look at the current reason of his annoyance.

"So, Potter. You actually know why you are here this time?" he asked and quirked a brow. Harry's cheeks grew a little red and he looked annoyed.

"It's not as if it's my fault my superiors like to keep their employees in the dark. And yes, I do know this time." he said, looking a little proud of himself. It had taken a bit of time to find out what he wanted to know, but his boss, Marcus Greenfield, was thankfully a man who wasn't very resistant to whining, surprising to his profession. And Hermione and her nagging helped him too, not that the Malfoy was to know. Anyhow, Mr Greenfield had been a moron not to tell him, honestly, how was he supposed to get someone to talk about something if he didn't know what it was in the first place?

"And…?" Malfoy looked at him pointedly, apparently not willing to pick up the thread.

"The Thompson Incident, right? A muggle massacre in a small village. When the Aurors arrived at the scene there was barely anyone left alive. Seemingly the Death Eaters had left Thompson just a few minutes earlier, but they had been there several days. They weren't just killing the muggles, they were torturing them. These … things were found, things made for playing. And bodies, thousands of bodies, some twisted and deformed beyond recognition, dead women holding their dead children, as if trying to protect them even in death…" Harry's voice grew weaker until he was barely whispering, then he trailed off. His eyes glazed over and focused on a crack in the wall.

"Ron! Ron, there's a woman here, I think she's alive!" Harry sprung up from examining a young woman who lied on the ground. Her naked chest was moving slightly in an uneven pattern. She was covered with bruises and cuts and was missing a part of her right leg. But she was alive, and that in itself was a miracle in the ocean of mangled bodies, all cold and with that sickening sweet smell of dead erupting from them, they would never wake again.

Ron hurried over as fast as he could, but it took quite some time as he tried to avoid stepping on bodies, not wanting to disrespect the dead. "Which one?!" he called halfway over, eagerness clear in his voice.

"Her! This redhead!" he called and made a gesture to the woman. Suddenly her head moved slightly and she looked at Harry through half-closed eyelids. Harry hurried to sit down by her, and Ron joined him barely a second later.

Her had shook dangerously as she touched her hair lightly, then looked back into Harry's eyes, her blue eyes filled with devastation.

"My hair is blonde," she whispered, her lips trembling. She gingerly touched her hair again, "This…this is…my daughter's…" her rasping voice broke, she gave out an anguished cry, then broke out in tears and buried her face in her hands, still dripping with the blood of her daughter.

The woman, Izzy she had told Harry later, had been mind-wiped like the rest of the few survivors, they had been told their village and loved ones had been destroyed in a great fire they had managed to escape.

When Harry had last visited her, she had a habit of cleaning her hair four times a day, sometimes even shaving it all away. It made her feel filthy, but she didn't know why. She couldn't remember, and thus she could not accept or move on. She was trapped in her misery.

"Yeah, that's the one." Draco decided to bring the other man out of his trance-like state. Harry shook his head to get the uncomfortable thoughts out of his head. He cleared his throat then turned back to Draco. "Um, anyhow, there's a lot of unclearities about this situation, such as when the Death Eaters arrived, what kind of curses where used, who threw them, the original number of victims and the purpose of this whole ordeal."

Draco just looked at him with a black face.

"…And you're not going to help me at all, are you." Harry asked and sighed. Draco smirked.

"Nope, I don't think I will.

"Why not? We knew that you was there, you was declared guilty of it, and so were your friends so it won't probably affect them much." Harry tried weakly. He knew it wouldn't work so he didn't even bother to give it his all. As he had predicted Draco's smirk grew wider.

"Oh, come on Malfoy! You're being ridiculous!" alright, he thought, screw the whole not-trying thing. He wouldn't just stand there and let Malfoy make fun of him.

"I don't feel like telling you of my memories, they belong to me and me alone. What were you going to use this information for anyway?"

"Well, one reason is for the archives, the ministry likes to keep track of things like this. To keep things like that from happening again I guess." Malfoy snorted, it didn't seem very important, "And the ministry is going to raise a memorial in Thompson, only visible to wizards of course, and it would be nice to have a full declaration about what happened." Harry hesitated for a second then continued. "I also think it would be like a closure for those of us who were there. I for one would like to know what could have made people behave so inhumanly, I would like to know what was the cause that brought a friend of mine so much misery."

"There are some secrets that should never be brought out of darkness." Draco said after a minute of silence, then looked away and fixated his eyes on the same crack Harry eyed earlier. The Auror took this as an ending to their conversation and turned to leave, but then stopped and called over his shoulder. "I think I'll bring a chair next time. Standing outside your cell is getting uncomfortable."

"You're coming back? Why?" Draco asked and eyed the shorter man suspiciously.

"I didn't tell you?" Harry asked, looking surprised, and then smiled. "You're my latest assignment. See you next Friday Malfoy." he raised his hand in farewell then left. Draco sighed and shook his head.

The cute witch was there again, waving at Harry in recognition.

"Hello again Mr Potter. I'm Sally Patton, we met me last Friday, do you remember?" she inquired heartedly. Harry couldn't help but smile at her eagerness.

"Of course I do Miss Patton, I don't look that old do I? Besides, I would never forget a pretty face." the girl once again blushed to the colour of a tomato.

"Did you do better this time, sir? You seem a lot happier this time." Sally chose to ignore her urge to tease back as her curiosity got the better of her.

Harry lowered his head in denial, and then looked back at the prison. "I don't think I'm getting anywhere. It feels as if all he's saying is meant to tick me off."

"Who is it that you are talking to anyway?" Sally asked, then almost had a panic attack. "Not that you need to tell me if you don't feel like it, I didn't mean to nose around in your business!"

Apparently the girl was quite insecure about herself, as she seemed to regret every second word she said in Harry's presence. But Harry just shrugged it off.

"I'm currently talking to Draco Malfoy. But I'm afraid he won't tell me what I want to know." Harry said and laughed a bit sadly, missing Sally's shell-shocked face.

"You're talking to Malfoy!" she asked with big eyes.

"Yeah. What about it?" Harry quirked an eyebrow. He knew most people didn't think well of the Malfoys, and he was one of the, but he didn't want any unnecessary problems in his work.

"Nothing Mr Potter, it's just that he hasn't really said more than just a few words during the year he's spent here. To hear that he's trying to piss you off was just a surprise."

Harry looked thoughtful for a while, then merely shrugged it off. "He probably grew tired of not hearing his own voice. " he simply said, then turned and gave Sally Patton a smile." Thank you for your time Miss Patton. I'll see you in a week, no?"

"Of course Mr Potter. I'm looking forward to it." Sally said, and watched his back as he retreated back to the shore where his boat was waiting.

End of chapter two, hope you liked it. I'm not so sure about the whole story about Izzy, but somehow it felt necessery. It is the first time I've written something of this sort, you know, with blood and injuries. Well, I did my best and all I can do is to try and learn from what I have done, right?

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