After a quick firecall to Bill Weasley's to inform him and Teddy that all was well, and Harianna was fine, Draco reluctantly opened the door to the interview room, letting Harianna in before he changed his mind. Weasley looked up from the centre of the room, opposite him sat the man that just tried to kill Ria, and Draco was contemplating on walking back out of the room, taking her with him then to re-enter so he could actually do more damage than the gash that was on his face.

The bastard looked too pleased with himself even though he had just been caught, they just had to nail him for the other killings, and unless they got him to talk finding the proof was going to impossible considering he had covered his tracks. Just like the Auror he had trained to be.

'For the record,' Weasley stated to the charmed quill, which began to write on the parchment upon the desk, 'Harianna Potter and Draco Malfoy have now entered the room.' Weasley looked at the parchment and nodded just once in Draco's direction, satisfied it was working correctly. Draco placed Harianna in the seat next to Weasley as he began to register the day and time, leaving Draco to stand. Harianna reached out placing her hand on Weasley's arm when he began to clear his throat, intent on asking his first question.

Pearson and Harianna looked at each other, in the silence of the room as though they were trying to work the other out. Draco had never seen her work as an Auror before so he glanced at Weasley who was trying to remain neutral faced, but Draco caught a glint in his eyes as they exchanged looks once more.

Harianna said nothing and placed an empty glass bottle on the desk from her robes, took her wand out, she made a small cut into her hand and poured the blood into it, saying not a word, once it filled she healed herself and passed over the bottle to Weasley, then returned to looking at Pearson.

'So tell me, how did you know my deceased husband?'

She gave no explanation to her first question, and Draco had to rack his brain to try and understand her rather unusual approach.

Pearson stared back at her, cool, calm and collected and remained silent. Harianna just blinked at him.

'You called me Mrs Mason ... very few people know me by that name, those who knew either think I'm dead or swore an oath never to reveal it ... so I'll ask again, how did you know my deceased husband? Because that's how this all starts is it not, with Theo Mason.'

'We were brothers -'

Wait a moment, the Masons had told Draco, Theo was adopted as a baby, and not once mentioned adopting another child, for Pearson and Theo looked nothing like each other, but not looking alike didn't mean a thing.

'Was that why he was left for adoption ... because he wasn't magical?'

Fuck, Draco glanced at Weasley once more, how the hell did Harianna put together pieces of information from ... well, nothing? Weasley's shared a smug expression for a split second before schooling his face.

'I - I believe so - I didn't even know, not until years later after I enrolled as an Auror -'

'So you used the skills and knowledge to open closed adoption files and found who you were looking for, your brother.'

Pearson snorted, 'Yeah, only the Masons told me he was dead -'

'Did you know then? How he had died, that I had been married to him?'

Pearson shook his head, 'No, I found that out when I had to rearrange the old case files, I went back to the Masons to see what they knew, to find out who his wife had been, and low and behold, I found out that it was you.'

'So that's why you called me a murderer ... you blamed me for brothers death because you knew the truth behind what happened, then I guess you wiped the Masons' memories of your visit,' Ria said calmly, and paused for a moment, 'so, when did you work out that I was James Evans?'

'I had my suspicions as soon as I read the first book, almost four years ago.'

Harianna shook her head, 'You visited him, you cursed an innocent man because he couldn't give you the answers you wanted. And that confirmed your theory did it?'

Pearson said nothing for a few seconds, 'I know how this works, you won't get me to talk.'

'Oh,' Harianna said once again calmly, 'I don't need you to talk, I just need enough evidence to get Veritaserum to be used at your trial.'

'There's no evidence ... you can't pin anything on me.'

'Actually,' Harianna pointed out, 'I'll think you'll find my blood will say otherwise - remember you gave me a potion, which will still currently be in my system - now if the results matches the last sample we got from the last killing our perpetrator did, I think that might just be enough to connect you. So you see Pearson I don't need to talk at all.'

Okay, Draco forced himself to admit it, she was bloody good. Pearson had completely paled.

'Your brother was a good man, he would have never wanted you to take revenge upon me ... just because he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The last people who tried to kill me - who tried to take everything away from me - well one's dead and the other is in Azkaban. Now if you excuse me, I think I'll let Auror Weasley and Auror Malfoy take over from here - you've given them plenty of information to use against you ... for now.'