Chapter 7: Who Dun It.

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Hermione was brought in and taken to the interrogation room with her mother and her lawyer, Emma Watts. Where she was questioned. She wasn't given Veritaserum, because she wasn't considered guilty of anything. Her prints were taken; however, they were not found on the gun.

"I am not happy to be here," the bushy-haired girl complained, only to be shushed by her mother. "I answered all your questions earlier. I have nothing to hide." She folded her arms defiantly.

"I am sorry, we had some things come up that we needed to clarify. There was a set of prints on the gun, and we needed to eliminate yours," Gibbs stated, looking at Jen who was shuffling papers around. "Now that we have, I just have a few more questions. What exactly did you see when you were at the crime scene?" he was sure she was hiding something, and he had an inkling as to what it was.

"I told you this while I was at the school. I saw exactly what you saw, except there was a dead body there," Hermione stated, looking him dead in the eye.

"And you didn't touch anything? Not even the gun?" he asked, leaning forward a bit, staring her down.

"No, I didn't touch anything," she said, with a shake of her head. Once more telling the complete truth. "I saw the body and called Madam Bones."

"Then how do you explain that there's no DNA at this crime scene?" he asked, his eagle eyes boring into hers.

"I'm sure I can't tell you," she said with a sniff.

"See, I think you're a very smart young girl and you didn't want to get your friend in trouble, so I think you had something to do with how clean the crime scene was," Gibbs said, tapping his pen against the table.

"Are you accusing my client of contaminating a crime scene?" asked Emma Watts, holding up her hand to prevent Hermione from answering.

"I think she might very well have cleared the crime scene of any DNA. She's muggle-raised and I'm sure she's seen plenty of shows on the television where she would have thought we would have found something that might have got her friend in trouble. Isn't that right, Miss Granger?" he said, once more staring straight at the teenage girl.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," said Hermione, glaring right back at him with a lifting of her chin. She wasn't going to cop to anything. She did what she did for Harry. Even if she had been mistaken. She wasn't going to admit to anything wrong now.

"I'm sure," said Gibbs, but since he couldn't prove anything, he had to let her go. "I know she did it, but what else can we do?" he told Jen once they were gone.

"Nothing. We can try to get the spell off her wand, but I'm sure she's cleared it out by now. It's such a minor infraction, that I'm not sure a judge would even hear the case," the lawyer stated, standing and leaving the room.

"That's what I thought," Gibbs said with a sigh, going to find himself some coffee.

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They were busy at their desk when a young blonde teenage girl walked in. She drifted in as if she were walking on air. She ran her fingers over Jethro's desk and then drifted over to Tony's desk and looked at his computer and hummed a little bit. She then wandered over to Kate's desk and started playing with her stapler.

"Who are you, young lady?" asked Gibbs, after watching her for a moment. She didn't seem to be a threat, but then again, they never did until they pulled their wands.

"Oh me, I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood," she said, turning to the man with the stapler still in her hands. "I've just come to thank you for not arresting my boyfriend." She had a megawatt smile on her face as she put the stapler back on the desk and folded her hands in front of her.

"And just who is your boyfriend? And how did you find us?" Gibbs asked, looking at her with a tilting of his head. She could be the girlfriend of any of the three teens he had questioned this week.

"Harry Potter, of course. And you're easy to find," she said, drifting off to look at a picture of one of the wanted criminals on the wall. Her nose wrinkled at the looks of the woman in the poster.

"Not that easy," mumbled Tony.

"Now that you've thanked us, you can show yourself the way out," Gibbs said, going over to her and putting a hand on her back and moving her to the lifts.

"Oh, but I have some information for you," she said, twirling out of his hand. "You've overlooked something," she added ominously.

"Just what is it that you think I've overlooked?" he asked, glaring at her. He didn't like the sound of that.

"You didn't question the ghosts," was her airy reply.

"There were no ghosts around when I was there. Are you saying there was some in the hallway at the time of the murder?" he questioned, mentally berating himself for not thinking of that. They would not have stayed around. The ghosts are always too flighty to do that. They go where they please when they please, the living be damned.

"Yes, the Bloody Baron was there. I've talked to him. He told me there was one other person around there at the time of the murder that you haven't talked to yet," Luna said, with an empathetic nod. She was here to help after all.

"And who is this person?" Gibbs wanted to know.

"Young Draco Malfoy," she said in a stage whisper.

"What was he doing there?" he asked, jotting the name down in his notebook.

"Of that I'm not sure," she said in a dreamy voice. She wandered back to look at the wanted posters again.

"But you yourself were not there. How do we know you're not trying to get your boyfriend out of trouble?" Tony asked, thinking this was just some girl trying to help her boyfriend out.

"Harry is no longer in trouble," the slight girl stated, giving him a dry look, that made him feel a bit sheepish. "I have no reason to tell tales out of school."

"All right, we'll bring this young Draco Malfoy in for question. DiNozzo, go to the school and grab him. Make sure you get his father and see if they want to lawyer up," the head cop ordered, pointing to his second in command.

"You got it, boss," Tony said, grabbing his jacket and keys. He made sure he had his wand and firearm as well.

"As for you, young lady, I think you should see yourself back to school," Gibbs stated, once more guiding her back to the lifts.

"Oh, I'll make it there in due time. I think I'll see myself around this lovely building of yours. I've never been in a muggle building before," Luna said, taking in the electric lights and the computers. She jumped with the ringing of the telephone.

"Not without an escort, you won't," Jethro stated, knowing that if he let her wander alone, she would get into places she wasn't meant to be. Like lockup and the morgue.

"Please, there's ever so much to see," the blonde exclaimed, all but bouncing in place with excitement. She was like a little kid being told she was allowed to go to Santa's workshop.

"Fine, Kate. Why don't you show her the labs? But not the morgue. That's no place for a kid to be," the older man conceded. Abs would get a kick out of the girl.

"Thank you," Luna gushed, hugging the dour man. "I've always wanted to meet Abigail."

"And just how do you know who Abs is?" he asked, disengaging her from his person.

"Oh, I don't, it's just somebody I've always wanted to meet," she said, not at all putout that he didn't want her hugs.

"That doesn't make a lick of sense," he said with a grunt.

"I've been told that often," she said with a wave of her hand.

"Whatever. Okay, take her to the labs and then make sure she gets back to school," he said, handing her off to Todd.

"Okay, Gibbs," Kate said, picking up her jacket and putting it on and patting herself down to make sure she had everything. She then guided Luna to the elevators and let the girl ramble over the marvelous inventions the muggles have. Purebloods were so naïve it was so eye opening to have them come to the building. They pointed out the strangest things that Kate took for granted.

"Why do I always have to have the messed-up kids?" Gibbs grumbled, going back to work and pondering over what the girl had told him.

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Draco Malfoy was brought in with his father and a lawyer. He was brought into the interrogation room, fussing and cussing the entire way. He looked nervous and slightly guilty.

"All right, Mr. Malfoy. I need to know what you were doing around Umbridge's room during the time of the murder. I have at least one witness that puts you there," Gibbs said, when he and Jen sat across from him and his father and their solicitor.

"My son is not guilty of murder," said Lucius Malfoy, looking like the refined gentleman that he was. Arrogant as always. Gibbs wanted to punch him on principle.

"I'm not accusing him of murder. I'm asking him what he was doing there during that time. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Where I break out the Veritaserum. We've already printed him, and it's his prints that are on the gun," Jethro stated, holding out the paper that showed that Draco's prints were indeed on the gun. Not that the purebloods understood what that meant. Only that Draco was in trouble.

"I didn't kill anybody," the blond teenage boy stated. "All I did was pick that stupid muggle thing up off the floor and make sure Trelawney got out of the room." He was sweating bullets, no pun intended. He was nervously looking at his father, like the man was going to strike him at any moment.

"Do you know what happened to the gun after you picked it up?" Gibbs asked him.

It was here that Draco's eyes got shifty. "I didn't want Trelawney to get in trouble. I mean, she's a crazy old bat, but I didn't think she'd do anything like kill somebody. Besides, I'm sure it's Potter's fault somehow," the teen said belligerently. It was always Potter's fault.

"So, you're the one who sent the gun to Potter's trunk?" Gibbs stated in a stern voice.

"It was only supposed to be a joke," Draco said, lifting his chin in defiance.

"Tell me what you saw, Draco."

"I'm part of Professor Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad," Draco said, taking a deep breath. "I was coming to report to her, and I saw her and Trelawney wrestling with that muggle weapon. Trelawney was on the floor and Umbridge was standing over her. They each had a hand on that muggle weapon. They were arguing with each other and then the thing went off. I'm not sure who set it off but one of them did. There was a loud bang. And then Umbridge was dead on the floor with a hole in her head."

"Are you sure there was a struggle?" Gibbs wanted to know. It did match the crime scene.

"Yes, I'm sure. I picked up Trelawney and then I sent the weapon to Potter's trunk and then I got out of the room as fast as I could," Draco said, hoping he wasn't in too much trouble.

"Why did you rescue that bint of a woman?" asked Lucius, very upset over this. That woman was on the Dark Lord's hit list. If he found out that his son was helping her…

"She helped me the other day. I was just returning the favor, Father," the Malfoy heir answered, remembering when the woman had helped him out of trouble with a group of other students. She was drunk at the time, but she had helped him.

"How on earth did she help you?" the flabbergasted man asked, looking at his son stunned.

"There are some things I'd rather not talk about in public, Father," Draco said, embarrassed.

"We are going to be having words about this, Draco."

"Yes, Father." He just hoped it would only be words.

"Back to the matter at hand, you saw Trelawney out of the room and got her back to her room. Then what?" Gibbs asked, hating that this looked like another abuse case that he couldn't do anything about.

"Then I went about my day and didn't speak of it to anybody," the kid said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"You knew we were looking for the murderer. Why didn't you speak up earlier?" the head cop asked, sighing heavily.

"You already had her in custody. I assumed you knew that she was guilty," Draco answered, once more shrugging.

"You can't really hold my client for anything," said the lawyer. Whose name was Jason Isaacs. He was a tallish man with short cropped brown hair and looked very regal. "He is still a minor. And other than assisting his teacher, he really didn't do anything wrong."

"You're right, he is a minor. However, we're going to have to charge him for interfering with a criminal investigation. I'm not sure how much the charge will stick, but he's going to have to stay in the cells for at least a day until he's arraigned," Jen said, pulling some paperwork out and started filling it out.

"You will not. You will hand him over to the DMLE," said Lucius, imperiously.

"This is not their case. This is mine and I will handle it any way I deem necessary. You do not hold any clout here," Gibbs stated, staring down the man.

"I hold the ear of the minister," the blond man stated as if that change everything.

"Who also doesn't hold any clout here," Gibbs said with a negligent wave of his hand.

"You just signed your death warrant," Lucius snarled, gripping his cane, like he would draw his wand and start firing off spells.

"Are you threatening me? Because I can see you in jail for that, mister," Gibbs said, standing and putting his hand on his own wand.

"Of course, my client is not threatening you," said Jason, putting his hand on Lucius's shoulder to hold him back.

"I will see your badge for this. Mark my words, you will not put my son in jail," Mr. Malfoy stated, standing and facing the unstoppable force that is Gibbs.

"Your son committed a crime, and he will see prison time just like anybody else. But since he is a minor, he will probably get away with just a slap on the hand. We're done here." With that, Gibbs left the room and left it to the police to arrest the boy.

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"So, you mean to tell me that she could have killed herself?" DiNozzo said, throwing more paper in the trash bin.

"Or Trelawney could have done it, we don't know. There was a struggle and the gun went off. It's a case of accidental homicide. The fact is they were struggling with a gun. Either way, Trelawney's going to see prison time. I'm going to have to check with Abs," Gibbs stated, drinking the last of his coffee and binning the cup.

"What are we going to do about the Potter kid?" Tony asked, turning his chair to face his boss.

"What do you mean? The case is closed," Gibbs said, not looking at his second in command.

"I know you, boss. You've taken up the cause. What are you going to do about him?"

"Well, first we're going to see what we can find out about Sirius Black, and then we're going to see what we can do about getting him out of that house. But we have to do this on our off time because we can't do it on the company dime," the head cop said, knowing that at least Tony would help him.

"I'll see what I can dig up about the Dursleys and see if I can get the local constables to arrest them for child abuse," Tony said, thinking on what he could do.

"I doubt you can, because according to the boy's own words, they never laid a hand on him, and he's already been taken out of the cupboard under the stairs. I'm sure they've covered that up," was Gibbs's response. He hated to say it, but he doubted they would have kept the cupboard in the state it had been in when Harry lived in it. That would be phenomenally stupid.

"You have the kids own word."

"That's just it. It's his word against theirs."

"I really hate these type of abuse cases, they're so hard to prove," Kate said, going to her computer and looking up Vernon Dursley.

"They're really not our type of cases either. We're more of murder than we are of abuse. Still…" Gibbs stated, trailing off.

"If only we could prove that Peter Pettigrew is alive like Harry says," Tony said, thinking on what else they could look into.

"There is that. See what you can find out about these Death Eaters. I don't think that the DMLE is doing enough to prove that they're actually active," Jethro said, pointing to Tony. He would be better at this than Kate.

"Sure thing, boss."

"Kate. I want you to be the one to dig up the dirt on the Dursleys. You are feminine and they would be more than likely to talk to you. I know, I know that sounds bias, but it's true," he said, with a 'what can you do' shrug.

"All right, Gibbs, I'll give it my best shot," she said, knowing that she'd have to be careful. She was going to have to do this alone. It was something she didn't like doing.

"I'm going to go down and talk to Abby," Gibbs said, getting up and heading down. Once he got there, he turned down the punk music that was playing, letting the woman that was there know that he had come in.

"Hey, Gibbs, I'm so glad you let that young girl come down here. She was quite the hoot. She is a natural born seer. Did you know?" she said, bopping up and down to the music.

"No, I did not know that. How did you know?" he asked, going to the computer to see if there was anything there, he didn't know about.

"You can tell by the way she talks. She talks about imaginary creatures, and she just knows things that she shouldn't know," Abigail said, with a shrug. She was still dancing to the music since there was little work for her to do today.

"Like how she said she always wanted to meet you but didn't know who you were?" he asked, looking at her with an inquisitive look.

"Yes, just like that." She snapped her fingers at him and gifted him with a brilliant smile.

"Are you going to be meeting up with her again?"

"Oh, definitely."

"Well, I'm glad to see that you've made a friend. Can you tell who pulled the trigger on the gun, on the Umbridge case? Was there any gun residue on Umbridge's hand?" he asked, getting back to the case.

"There was residue, but it was on her palm," she confirmed, going to the computer and pulling up the display that showed the picture of the test.

"So, she didn't shoot herself?" he asked, shaking his head. It looked like Trelawney was going up for murder.

"Nope," she said, shaking her head.

"Thanks, Abs. I'll bring you a CafPow next time I come down," he said, kissing her on the top of her head and leaving. He got on his phone and called Jen to tell her to book Trelawney. Case closed on this chapter.