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(Master to Kitten, Kitten to Master)

'Thoughts'

[Kitten speech]

Layla Dreamer's Death

The boys were sad. It was the end of the year and they wouldn't be going home. While they loved the academy, it wasn't their home. They said goodbye to their friends before going to the apartments. Neville would be staying in the same apartment as his parents and Harry would stay with Remus and Sirius since they had a free room.

"I'm sorry kitten." Remus said, helping Harry unpack.

"It's okay Remus. It's not your fault and I understand why I have to stay here." He said.

"It's okay to be mad." He assured him.

"I know. When I first found out I was but I learned to accept it." He said.

"Well let me know if you ever want to talk. I am here for you." He said.

"I will. I promise." He said.

"Good. Well there you go. All unpacked." He said.

"Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome. Now let's get some food. I have a trout in the fridge." He said.

"Trout?" That made Harry's face light up.

"Yes trout." He chuckled.

"Let's go eat some trout!" He was excited.

"Yes, let's." He laughed.

The two went to the kitchen. Remus pulled a couple trout from the fridge. Harry now knew the reason Sirius wasn't there. He wasn't a fan of fish. He didn't like the smell nor the taste.

Remus made sure the trouts were deboned before he seasoned them. He then put them on the frying pan. Harry's stomach growled the whole time Remus cooked. Soon they were done. The two are the fish and the rice that was made as a side dish.

Once the food was gone Remus cleaned up and used a spell to get rid of the fish smell. Harry went over to Neville's so they could get started on their homework.

(With Layla)

Layla hummed as she tended to her plants. She was the dark lord's official herbologist. She grew whatever the man needed.

She enjoyed the envy her new position caused. She was a newbie and more useful to the dark lord than those in the inner circle. At least in her head she was. Too bad she was about to learn how disposable she really was.

Knock knock

With an annoyed roll of her eyes she went to see who was at her door. It was a death eater, one she didn't care to know the name of. She told her the dark lord wanted her. She quickly left to go see what he wanted.

"My lord." She bowed.

"You failed me." He said.

"W-what?" She looked at him in shock and fear.

"You failed me. You told me that Potter and Longbottom would be at the bank since that is a port-key area. One of my most trusted death eaters waited there all day and neither arrived. He was wearing magical glasses just in case they were disguised in order to keep them safe from you. No such luck." He said.

"M-maybe they w-went h-home a different d-day." She suggested.

"Possibly." He had already known that was a possibility. "But it is because of you they are taking precautions and that means I can get my hands on Potter."

"I am so sorry my lord. If I had known I would be joining you I never would have done what I did." She teared up, knowing she was going to be punished.

"But you did and now I can't kill the boy. So now I will kill you.. after torturing you." He smirked.

"No!" She yelled.

(British Ministry of Magic)

"Minister?" Kingsley looked pale.

"What is it?" He asked.

He gave a slight, almost unnoticeable gesture towards Umbridge. The minister nodded and took him inside the office. Fudge then locked and warded the room. He then looked at Kingsley.

"I was sent to a crime scene due to a dead body. Well body is a generous term. There was a few large chunks near each other. They were in a pool of blood. I figured it was an animal that was dumped. An unspeakable took it back. They did some spells." He informed the man.

"Was it human?" Fudge asked.

"Yes. The remains once belonged to Layla Dreamer." He said.

"He killed her." He said.

"He did. She was able to store a piece of memory into a vial she had hid in her body. The memory is," He shivered. "It's bad."

"Tell me." He ordered.

"Yes sir. He raped her, repeatedly. After that he crucioed her. When that became boring for him he used the cutting hex on her for a bit. He healed her enough to where she wouldn't die. He then locked her in a cell for a few days without food. That was when she made the memory. Now the magical residue that was left behind revealed he used a skinning curse on her. I am not sure if she was still alive but the unspeakable believes so due to the blood.' Kingsley reported.

"Oh dear. Not even she deserved that." He looked sick.

"Indeed. The unspeakable is still doing work on the body to see if we can learn more." He said. "I can tell you from the memory he has his looks back."

"I see. What does he look like?" He asked, knowing that the man's looks started to change before he applied at Hogwarts.

"Here is a picture made from the memory." He handed it over.

"He looks like an older version of his teen years." He said.

"Yes he does." He agreed. "What would you like me to do?" He asked.

"Do an investigation but then make it a cold case. We will add this crime on once we are able to take the man down." He said.

"Yes sir." He nodded.

"I will send a note to the French Minister. He'll inform the others." He said.

"Yes sir." He nodded. "What about Umbridge?" He asked.

"Tell her you believe it might be an animal attack but there isn't much evidence to go on at the moment." He answered.

"Yes sir. Is that all?" He asked.

"If the other two aren't filled in, fill them in." He told him, talking about Amelia and Alastor.

"Yes sir."

"That is all."

"Yes sir." He stood and left after the wards were down and the door was unlocked.

The minute he walked out the door Umbridge was there. She gave him that fake smile. He gave one back.

"What was that all about?" She asked.

"We have a suspected animal attack but there isn't much evidence to go on at the moment." He told her.

"I see. Well you'll figure it out." She said.

"Thank you. If you will excuse me I must go back to investigating." He said.

"Of course." She smiled and went back to her desk.

(With the French Minister of Magic)

When the letter from the British Minister arrived Garnier sighed. He hoped this wasn't about the dark lord. He quickly opened it.

"Oh my Merlin!" He gasped.

He quickly called her parents in. When he told them the news they were devastated. Her mom ended up feinting. He promised to tell the Davets.

For safety reasons he went to the school. He talked to Fay and told her Layla was dead and who did it. Like with the parents he didn't tell her how she died.

Fay thanked him for the information. She then asked how the parents were. He told her before leaving. Fay told the others. Fay sent her condolences to her family. The boys sent a card too.

(With Umbridge)

After work the pink clad woman went to the dark lord. She bowed to him. He gave her a slight nod.

"What do you have for me?" He asked.

"They found Dreamer's remains. They haven't identified them. Shacklebolt believes it was an animal attack but there isn't much information." She informed him.

"I see. Good. Keep an eye out." He ordered.

"Yes sir." She said.

She left after that. Voldemort smirked once she was gone. He believed he had gotten away with it. Now he just needed to come up with a plan to get Potter.

(With the Dreamers)

After Layla's parents returned home they went to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Neither could believe their daughter was dead. She had been murdered by that evil British dark lord.

What really hit the two was that they couldn't have a funeral. If they did then Voldemort would know. They were going to have to pretend their daughter was alive. They couldn't tell their family since it risked it getting out.

"It's not fair." She said, "I can't really grieve unless I am in my room."

"I know honey." He hugged her.

"I will do this." She said, "I want that man brought to justice."

"So do I." If he was stronger than the British dark lord he would go after him himself.

"I'm going to light the lavender incense she got me." She said, standing.

"Okay."

She went to the dresser and lit the incense. Soon the room filled with a lavender scent. They locked their door and hugged each other. The two began crying, saddened by the loss of their daughter.