A/N: As promised with the next update, here is the chapter. Hope you find it … Interesting.

With his men at tow and his detective suitcase in his hand, Harry made an appearance into the scene of crime. From what Ron had told him, the Prime Minister had taken a room in Hotel Marbella instead of his very own mansion. The reason happened to be a treaty, which was to be signed with the Prime Minister of Sweden with Her Majesty's permission. The minister was signing a treaty to finally wrap up World War issues where Sweden suffered food shortages due to Allied blockade against German forces and the Germans and Swedes traded with each other.

Harry bolted to the reception, when the lady sitting at the table greeted him nervously. "Evening Sir Potter," She said shakily, "I- I'm sure you-"

"Which room was he in?" Harry demanded as the woman quivered and said, "Room 1101."

"Thank you." Harry said with a nod before his team followed him to the elevator. The young man then turned to address to his men when he spotted Derek.

Hallway, I thought you had some arrangements for the evening?" Harry asked.

"Sir, I thought half an hour more for this work wouldn't hurt," Derek answered, "Besides, it's only six in the evening."

"You better not make it late. From what you said to me, your evening happens to be an important one." Harry remarked as his junior gave a nod. Finally, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open. The team rushed out and marched their way towards the crime scene when Harry signaled them to stop.

"All of you stay here," He instructed, "I only want Ron to come with me."

The ginger nodded and followed his friend into the room. It seemed far too quiet as they entered; only the cool air was found breezing from the window. The duo tiptoed into the small en suite study, when Ron stumbled over something.

"Jesus!" Ron swore at the sight of the dead body. "Harry, look at this!"

Harry's head turn to where his friend stood, and then to the body on the ground. Kneeling down to examine it properly, Harry and Ron then heard someone entering the scene.

"Um, Har- sir," Derek corrected himself, glancing at Ron. "May I take your leave? It's getting late already and-"

"You may Hallway." Harry cut him off with a nod. "Just make sure that Ellie reaches home before ten," Derek nodded. "And, all the best."

The young man gave his future brother in law a huge smile. "Thank you." Derek said, before leaving the two men to carry out their work.

"What was that all about?" Ron asked his friend curiously.

"Will tell you later," Harry replied, when he found the dead body's right wrist matted with coagulated blood. "Let's get over with this first."

Ron then kneeled next to Harry, and opened the late Prime Minister's eyes, only to find a pair of hazel orbs staring lifelessly at him. His blue eyes then darted to his bloodied wrist. "He couldn't committed suicide." muttered Ron.

"Obviously not," Harry agreed, when he found a knife next to the body. "We'll have to check. Are you sure though?" he looked at his friend. "You said he was murdered, didn't you?"

"I told you whatever she told me." Ron merely shrugged.

"She?" Harry rose an eyebrow.

"When you were having a chat with Hallway in your office, there was a call for you which I received. That person, probably a woman, told me that she had gone to see the PM for some work when her eyes met with his bloody body. And also she said that he was stabbed on his heart."

Harry then checked for some clue to the story Ron just told him and found the Prime Minister's shirt bleeding heavily from where his dead heart resided.

"Then it's obvious that someone came in after that lady. How else would the knife pop out from his heart?" Harry said. "Did she tell you her name?"

"No. Before I could ask she cut the call. When I traced the number, it was from one of the telephone booths."

Harry sighed while his eyes never left the dead man's eyes. Why on earth would someone try to murder such a decent man? Gregory Walsh was not only the Prime Minister of the Great Britain, but also a really close friend of Harry and Ron's. After being christened as Sir Harry James Potter, the first person who approached the duo was Mister Walsh. From that day onwards, their friendship had become such a tight bond that they never refused the slightest request they made to each other.

"Harry, maybe we should take him to the hospital, get his DNA tests done. We need to know who did this." Ron said slowly, earning a nod from his friend.

"Call in the team," Harry said. "We need to discuss this case and also the mysterious lady who gave us a call. And also call an ambulance at this instant!" He further instructed, to which Ron nodded and ran off to carry out the errand Harry then pulled out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wrapped it around the blood stained knife with gentleness. He had to find out who murdered his friend and make them pay for their vicious crime.

Speaking of which, who was the girl who tried to give him the bad news?

All Harry knew that finding her was priority number three on his list.

It had been a week ever since the news of the Prime Minister's murder had spread like a wildfire all over Europe, and Harry was tired of answering phone calls of news reporters who asked of his next move. The citizens had anticipated that Harry would solve this case in no time. He had got hold of everything. The blood reports of the Minister declared that he had been poisoned before he was stabbed and the hotel receptionist informed of the three guests who had come to meet him. The only thing remaining was the suspect list, which Ron promised to bring it on within the next few days. It was quite a pitiful sight for Elena so see her brother suffer with the pressure of the entire England on him. There he sat, drinking the strongest rum, as the gramophone played her songs. Whenever Harry had a bad day, all he did was to tune into Hermione Granger's latest album, or her duets with Marilyn Monroe. Her voice was the only medicine to his pain. Harry knew that he wasn't getting into this bad habit because of their past relationship, but only because he was a mere human being who admired another, like any common man who would praise his favorite actor or actress.

"You should stop living in the past brother." Elena's voice came from behind. "Hermione has moved on, and so should you."

Harry took another sip of his rum, as his sister sat on the sofa opposite to his. "I have moved on Ellie," Harry slurred without looking at her. "Do you see any picture of hers with me?"

"Well no but," she smiled. "I have one with her kept on my dresser and I've found you ogling at it like a fool whenever you come over to check on me."

"I do not!" Harry retorted as his sister started to laugh.

"Oh Harry you do," Elena said. "And it's okay if you miss her. Even I do too. She was like my big sister."

Her brother sighed as the siblings fell into a comfortable silence. Hermione's recorded voice echoed the room, bringing Harry to close his eyes as his heart ached. Elena was right, he missed her. Sometimes he wondered, what would've happened if he had never let her walk away from his life. Maybe they would've gotten married by now, while he worked as a criminal detective and she as a writer. She would've been pregnant for the second time with a daughter while their two year old son would've cried for his daddy and mummy's attention. Every morning, Harry would wake up with her petite body fitting perfectly in him arms, followed by their lovely snogging sessions. They could've lived a simple, happy life.

But then, I broke it off with her, Harry thought. Maybe it was better that way.

"Harry," Elena's concerned voice broke his train of thoughts. "Brother, what's wrong?"

Harry merely smiled at his sister and met her cocoa brown eyes. "Nothing sweetheart. I was just thinking."

"Were you thinking of the 'what ifs' if you didn't break it off with her?" She asked.

"You know me pretty well." Was all he replied.

His sister smiled sadly and kneeled down in front of him. Cupping his warm cheek with her delicate hand, Elena looked into his eyes and said "That's why I want you to move on. I can't see you sad brother, it breaks my heart. I want to see you happy with a woman who you want to be with. Harry, I love you so much. You've always been by my side. And as your baby sister I swore to mum on her deathbed that I'll get you a girl, with whom you would share your love and live a happy life." She sighed. "I'm getting married to the man I love and I want you to find someone to yourself. If not, I'll gladly set you up with someone-"

"Ellie, you-"

"No. Let me speak." Elena cut him off. "Your life should not revolve around Hermione," Harry opened his mouth to speak but his sister kept speaking. "You may say that you don't love her anymore, and you have moved on. But from the inside, you still feel something for her, and only I can see that."

"Elena, I swear to you that I have moved on." Harry said softly, keeping his hand over hers on his cheek. "I am just a fan of her music okay?" He admitted sheepishly. "And I do miss her. But love?" He chuckled. "The only woman I love right now is you, my sister. I love you. And I hate the fact that I have to share you with Hallway. It's just-" he sighed. "I don't want to fall in love. What if I mess up again?"

"You're Harry James Potter, my brother. And I know you wouldn't mess up anything." Elena chuckled and placed a kiss on his cheek. "And as for the sharing part, I'm no chocolate to be shared among the two men who love me the most."

"Hey, what about me?" The third voice of Ronald Weasley's came from the room entrance. "Ellie happens to be my surrogate sister."

"Actually, there are two men I should be jealous of." Harry joked and the two got up to greet their friend.

"You better be Potter, your sister likes me more because I wasn't restrictive on her, unlike you." Ron joked, placing a kiss on Elena's cheek. "How are you lovely?" He then asked her.

"I'm well. I was just getting some sense into Sir Potter's head." Elena joked, ignoring the glare Harry gave her. "Anyway Ron, what brings you here?"

The ginger's face went all serious as he looked at Harry and back at Elena. "It's about the PM's murder."

"Oh, okay." Elena nodded and looked at the two men. "I assume this case is highly confidential and gives me a signal to leave." She gave a kiss on Ron's cheek and then on Harry's. "Make sure you switch off the gramophone. I'm sure you don't want that voice to invade your mind while you're working."

Harry rolled his eyes as his sister left the common study room and walked over to the gramophone to switch it off. He then motioned Ron to occupy the sofa which Elena was seated in and asked "I assume you got the suspect list."

Ron nodded and handed him a big brown envelope. "I have actually. And I even collected the postmortem reports from the hospital."

Harry first took out the file and then started to study the reports as Ron continued. "They checked the blood sample for the tenth time and it's confirmed that Greg was given a high dosage of tranquilizer, probably in his evening tea. And as for the suspects, there are four."

Harry nodded as he took out the pictures of the four suspects stacked on top of the other, all numbered. The first one was numbered four; it was a picture of Greg's son, Jeremy Walsh.

"Why on earth would Jeremy murder his father?" Harry wondered.

"You know how he is Harry." Ron said. "He wanted to inherit his father's money."

"That's not true." Harry shook his head in disbelief. "He wouldn't-"

"We found his fingerprints on the tea cup." Ron said firmly.

Harry exchanged a look with him and nodded. Then the picture number three, came of a young woman.

"Sheila Wanton." Ron said, bringing Harry to laugh. "Her surname made you laugh, didn't it?"

"I assume she is a wanton. Looks like one." Harry chuckled. "How is this woman related to the murder?"

"She came in with Greg, but came out all alone." Ron explained. "That's what the receptionist said. Also, we found her lingerie-"

"How do you know it was hers?" Harry cut him off.

"Apparently, she has her name stitched on its tag." Ron shrugged.

"Okay." Harry said, trying not to imagine his friend being intimate with that slu- wanton. He then examined picture number two.

"Aaron Rodriguez." Ron said. "He brought the tea along with some croissants."

"How on earth is he dangerous?" Harry scoffed.

"You never know, he got the tea and he might've poisoned it before Jeremy did." Ron shrugged. Harry rolled his eyes and then flipped the last picture to examine the prime suspect of the murder. To his horror, it was her. Brown eyes gleaming under the spotlight. Her cocoa brown curls cut short till her shoulder, her haunting smile melting his icy heart-

"Harry," Ron started slowly. "She-"

"How Ron?" Harry asked his friend, never taking his eyes off the picture. "How is this possible? How is she the prime suspect?"

"Harry mate, listen to me." Ron said. "She may be an A-list actor and also your past. But you need to face the truth." Harry gulped at his words. "Hermione Granger. British actress. She happens to be Greg's daughter in law."

Harry's eyes widened at the news. Hermione was married to his best friend's son and he never got to know? How?

"Apparently, hers and Jeremy's marriage was a secret to the public. I have seen the marriage certificate." Ron explained. "And it seems that she was involved in the murder-"

"Again Ron, why on earth would Hermione kill her father in law?" Harry asked incredulously. "She has morals, and I'm sure this is a mistake-"

"Harry, she happens to be the girl who gave us the call." Ron cut him off. "And it is her fingerprints what we found on the knife. It's only obvious."

Ron never lies, Harry thought. But Hermione wouldn't even hurt a fly. However, the proof was in front of him in the files. As much as Harry didn't want to believe, his first love happened to be the prime suspect of his friend's murder. Moreover his daughter in law.

How could Greg keep him in the dark? Why?

And why would Hermione-?

All Harry knew that there was no one to trust.

And his ex lover had now become his biggest enemy.

A/N: Next chapter gives you an insight of Hermione's life. That's all I can say. Can't give you all the spoilers. *whoops*

Anyway, it won't take me a month to update the next one. I assure you.