'Someone please explain to me how,' Bentley raged, 'how two, of our Aurors landed up being poisoned last night?'

'We have no idea,' Weasley said, 'We haven't had a chance to go over everything yet. All we know is we were certainly lured there.'

'Then look into it, now! I'm going to lock this section down,' Bentley said firmly, 'Nothing is taken out of this office - do you understand me - no notes, no conversations - anything that is relevant stays here,' he sighed, 'we need to salvage what we can - I need to make a public alert. It can't wait any longer - we'll have just more bodies.'

The door closed behind him, Draco, Potter and Weasley looked at each other.

'That went well,' Weasley muttered sarcastically.

'Do you think, that our office -' Draco said looking around, 'is being monitored, and that's how the killer knew which Aurors would be there?'

'It can't be bugged,' Potter said, 'you can't monitor these offices in any way, magical or Muggle. Not even Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes Extendable Ears work here.'

Draco raised his eyebrow, Weasley clarified, 'We put the measures in place when we first started, it's why we have offices now - just used to be desks, but then that way -'

'Anyone could hear you,' Draco finished his sentence, it made sense, not every Auror could give over every detail for cases, and it was safer so that other Minister workers couldn't hear their conversations. 'So what shall we do first - go back to the crime scene?'

'It'll all be washed over,' Weasley said, 'It rained, There'll be no point going back.'

'We've still got the photographs,' Potter said, opening the case file, that seemed to be getting thicker with every passing moment. Pulling out from it the recent photographs. Potter gave a thoughtful look as she stared down at the picture of the two dead bodies.

'Ria, what is it?' Weasley asked.

'Something's off - doesn't seem right -' Potter said, still staring down at the photographs.

'Really?' Weasley said.

'Tell me what do you see,' Potter said.

'The bodies were laid out -'

'Meaning -' Potter gestured for Weasley to go on.

'I dunno-' Weasley said clearly irritated. 'What does it mean?'

'Don't you think that's a little strange,' Potter said, 'We arrived minutes later not hours, minutes.'

'Potter, what are you trying to say?'

'Well one of two things,' Potter said, 'Firstly, either the killer was there, at the same time we were, watching our every move. Or secondly; they're one of us.'

'WHAT!'

'Think about it,' Potter said, pointing back at the pictures of the bodies, 'there was no way, there was enough time for Amilie to trigger the SOS, and for the killer to display their bodies -'

OH! Merlin! Sweet bloody Merlin!

'It's got to be an Auror,' Potter said, 'How else - the killer couldn't know everything, like how we did. Know who we all were. It's the only thing that makes sense.' she sighed, looking down at her watch. 'I've got to go. I'm late for Teddy.'

Potter had better be right, but then the question was, who was it?

Draco thought the events of the night over - nothing seemed out of place. He had dropped Potter off at her house, they had got the SOS - a thought occurred to him. They had not received the SOS, he had. Potter did not have an Auror watch. But why not? Draco knew that even undercover Auror's had watches. What had Astoria said that day when they searched Potter's file? When the file had turned up no useful information. That it was normal for it to look like it. "' If the Auror in question been undercover, they destroy all relative information to cases from an Auror's file, when they go undercover or retire.'"

The words played out in his head, over and over again. When they go undercover or retire. Potter had -

'Potter retired, didn't she?' Draco suddenly said, shocking Weasley out of his thoughts.

'What?'

'Don't play me, she hasn't got a watch. I was with her at the time the SOS sounded. Which means only one thing.' Draco said, 'Potter retired.'

'So what if she did,' Weasley said.

'Well, what made her come back?' Draco said.

'Classified.'

'Weasley if you say classified one more time ... I will not be accountable for my own actions.'

'She came back because I asked her to,' Weasley said, 'We needed her expertise, OK.'

'Her expertise, and just what makes her such an expert on this case.'

Weasley looked like he was struggling with himself. 'I can't tell you. It's her business.'

'Her business,' Draco repeated, 'Of course it's her business -'

Draco stopped himself mid-rant. Her business. No, it couldn't be. '"You've read them - the books - James Evan's books.'" How had he missed the way she had asked the question like she had been looking for approval. He had even read her file, her parents' names, she had used parts of their names; her fathers first, her mother's maiden name for the Author's name. '"She's good"'. That had been what Weasley had said when Draco had first been reading James Evan's book. She is good, not he ... she. That day Potter had been talking about making an Auror taking a dive off a cliff, with Weasley she hadn't been speaking about actually killing someone, she had written someone off - who else would be such an expert other than the author them self.

'Potter is fucking James Evans, isn't she?'

Weasley neither confirmed or denied it.