Kingsley shacklebolt hurriedly walked down the stairs towards room 14 .

Harry and Ron were already there, ready to start the quiery.

-"Longbottom!" He whispered to Neville at his side.

-Yes sir?

-I need this to be kept quiet for now.

-Yes sir.

He finally reached the room, right before Ron could get in.

-Potter! Weasley!

-"Sir!" they said in unison.

-I will be doing this interrogation. You both are dismissed.

-"But sir, you're the Minister for magic; Why would you be doing this minor quiery?" Harry asked confused.

-That is my business Potter! On your way now.

As they walked away he could hear Weasley grunting and swearing under his breath.

-Longbottom! Have you brought the Rosita serum?

-Yes sir, here it is .

Neville held up a tiny vial of a golden coloured serum.

-Very well, let's get this done.

In the room number 14, Sat a woman with auburn hair that Neville recognised from The D.A. meetings back in Hogwarts. She had some sort of sneer at her lips.

-"Ms Marieta Edgecomb, is that correct?" Kingsley started the interrogation.

-"Yes." Said the woman dryly.

-Ms Edgecomb, as you are well aware, you have been brought here for further investigation on the occurrence of September 19th 1998.

Kingsley pushed a folder including necessary information, towards her. She read it lazily.

-To start the interrogation, I must ask you to drink this potion.

-"Rosita serum, huh? How are you sure this one isn't outdated? Veritaserum turned out to be useless." The woman asked sarcastically.

-Oh, I'm quite sure. Drink it, please.

-And if I don't?

-You see, auror Longbottom is here with me to help with those matters; So please drink this without further ado. Surly none of us would like to use force here.

-"Why does it even matter? As far as I know this case has been closed down for years. What does this case have to do with me? I'm just an ordinary citizen." Said the woman who was looking quite anxious now.

-But you see, that's the thing, Ms Edgecomb; no ordinary citizen knows about the state of the cases. Therefore I'm wondering, how do you know that this case has been closed down?

-Well...well because the murderer was caught, wasn't she? Everyone knows that. This case is done with!

-"You are wrong again, Ms Edgecomb, this is a very confidential case of the ministry and no one but the aurors who worked on the case know about the state of it. I'd say let's not waste anymore time. I recommend you to co-operate." Kingsley said calmly and pushed the vial towards her again. she scolded and after a minute drowned the liquid.

-"Ms Edgecomb, before we begin do you know this person?" Kingsley asked, holding up a photograph. She rolled her eyes and grunted:

-"Who doesn't?"

-Then tell me about her; The murder on September 19th, 5 years ago, was it her doing?

It looked as if the woman was struggling, but the potion got hold of her.

-No.

Neville's blood froze. It couldn't be. Not after all these years. This could not be happening now.

-"Sir?" He tried.

-"Not now." Said Kingsley, looking as flabbergasted as he felt.

-"Then who did it?" Kingsley asked the girl.

-I... I did it.

-But...what about the evidence? The wand? Threat letters and those Coins? The patronus? Who arranged it all?

-I did.

-Under whose orders?

-The girl seem to be getting more agitated by the moment.

-Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange's.

-What? But what were their motives?

Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange, were two of the most wanted death Eaters still at large; Lurking somewhere in the dark.

-What do you think? Get rid of Potter and the readheads. What better way than her?

-Explain?

-Well, the plan was to get rid of them all, but then they decided that one would do; If they believed that she was thae one to have done this to them it would rip them apart beyond repair. Although there were other plans, the ministry tightened the security around them. They were...are fucking untouchable, so they just took delight in their misery.

-Then none of those things were her doing, all false trails, weren't they?

-Yup.

Neville was speechless. He couldn't believe it. 5 years and they hadn't caught on. Neville found himself unable to listen any longer, so he excused himself and left the room.