Who Killed Ronald Weasley?
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Adult +
Chapters:
18
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55
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chapter 13
Chapter 13
Bashers Revelation
By Bonfoi_sbkar, Scully, sa1boy and separatriX
Beta’d by separatriX
Sitting in her office, a tot of firewhiskey warming over a small flame, Boadicea Basher mulled over the motives of the suspects. She\'d already spent hours working on unravelling the lies from the facts. A little firewhiskey warmed and mixed with lemon and sugar would only help her thought processes.
She looked down at the list on her desk, then up at her cohort, Colin Creevey. \"Colin, read me the list again. My eyes are killing me from staring at this for the past hour.\"
The photographer leaned back in his chair, feet on Basher\'s desk, and began reading aloud.
Motivation to Kill Weasley
Hermione Granger, Auror in Dark Wizard Dept.
Revenge for unfaithfulness and mistreatment by the victim. Recent public threats.
Neville Longbottom, Horticulturist
Revenge for death of fiancée Lorelei MacClaggan. Possible jealousy over victim taking coveted Herbology apprenticeship.
Draco Malfoy, Unemployed
Self-preservation to keep affair with Weasley secret. Sexual jealousy.
Lucius Malfoy, Businessman
Self-preservation due to illegal business dealings with victim. Long-standing feud between the Malfoy and Weasley families.
Harry Potter, Unemployed
Sexual jealousy over Draco Malfoy and/or Severus Snape. Self-preservation to keep affair with Snape secret.
Severus Snape, Professor
Self-preservation to keep affair with Potter secret. Generally a snarky, kinky bastard whose past is well documented.
Molly Weasley, mother of victim
Revenge for beatings received from victim. Homophobic.
Blaise Zabini, Unemployed
Revenge for flatmate Longbottom‘s loss. Revenge for school housemate and sometime lover, Draco Malfoy. Had a brief sexual relationship with victim\'s ex-fiancée.
\"Boadicea, I\'d go with all of them, really!\" Colin quipped. \"Ron Weasley was the worst of wizarding kind, and everyone on this list was strong enough and driven enough to have killed him.\"
Basher squinted across her desk at the man who had been her sounding board for every case she\'d ever investigated. \"Damn, Col, I agree with you. But we have to weed out the theories from the facts.\" Tossing back the rest of her whiskey toddy, the Auror stood up. \"C\'mon, let\'s go. A good night\'s sleep will do us both some good.\"
As the sun rose over wizarding London, Boadicea Basher sat up with a cry, disturbing her bed mate.
\"Whaa? Cea, its bloody five o’clock in the morning!\"
\"Col, I know who killed Ron Weasley!\"
“Good. Now get back to sleep, you have Trelawney in your office with her inner eye in three hours.”
“But –“
“No, ‘buts’. You have all your suspects. You are not going to say that you haven’t questioned the murderer now are you –“
“No. But-“
“There’s that but again. You can listen to what that old faker has to say, and then I’ll buy you a greasy cooked breakfast and you can tell me all about it. Now sleep. That is an order, Madame Investigator!” Colin’s tickles did little to convince Boadicea that a return to slumber would benefit her. But he was her lover, and she relied heavily on his strength during trying cases like this one. It was true that she had Sybil Trelawney in her office in a few hours. She had been perplexed when the professor sent her a note, but agreed to see her anyway.
Yes dear, I will gladly come to your office and share my knowledge of the crime with you. Eight O’clock in the morning. Yes, I knew you would be grateful, you are very welcome dear. And I will, of course, bring my crystal ball and tea leaves so we can make contact with that unfortunate Weasley boy.
Until tomorrow,
Sybil Trelawney.
Basher couldn’t get back to sleep, and an attempt at a quickie only resulted in being given the cold shoulder as Colin rolled over in the bed and went back to sleep. Feeling way too energised for five fifteen in the morning, she got out of bed and went for a shower.
The warm water raining from the shower nozzle helped somewhat in soothing the stress she now felt about her discovery. She was sure that her deductive reasoning was sound. The facts spoke for themselves. Basher was shaken out of her analytical comfort zone by a snide laugh.
“Ha ha ha…Smaller tits than I imagined on a bird as curvy as you.” Basher’s eye’s shot open.
“Accio wand.” Her wand flew straight into her hand, she scanned the bathroom. The door was still closed. Turning the shower off and waving a de-misting spell around the room she looked out of the window. There was nothing.
\"Fucking hell, Colin, I’ll kill you for scaring me like that.”
Throwing a towel over her head, she picked up the glass of water she had poured for herself earlier and made her way to the door. As she passed the mirror fronted wall cabinet, she was frozen in her tracks. Visible in the glass was the reflection of the window, and the snidely smiling face of Ronald Weasley’s ghost was peering through it.
\"Nice arse though.... Hahaha!” The face vanished, and Basher screamed. Grabbing for a towel, she found the first fabric item she got her hands on and pulled it, wrapping it around herself. The door of the bathroom blasted open as Colin Creevey stood naked in the doorway, with his wand outstretched.
“Cea, what’s wrong? I heard you scream. Are you ok? And why are you wearing our shower curtain?”
Bashers Revelation
By Bonfoi_sbkar, Scully, sa1boy and separatriX
Beta’d by separatriX
Sitting in her office, a tot of firewhiskey warming over a small flame, Boadicea Basher mulled over the motives of the suspects. She\'d already spent hours working on unravelling the lies from the facts. A little firewhiskey warmed and mixed with lemon and sugar would only help her thought processes.
She looked down at the list on her desk, then up at her cohort, Colin Creevey. \"Colin, read me the list again. My eyes are killing me from staring at this for the past hour.\"
The photographer leaned back in his chair, feet on Basher\'s desk, and began reading aloud.
Motivation to Kill Weasley
Hermione Granger, Auror in Dark Wizard Dept.
Revenge for unfaithfulness and mistreatment by the victim. Recent public threats.
Neville Longbottom, Horticulturist
Revenge for death of fiancée Lorelei MacClaggan. Possible jealousy over victim taking coveted Herbology apprenticeship.
Draco Malfoy, Unemployed
Self-preservation to keep affair with Weasley secret. Sexual jealousy.
Lucius Malfoy, Businessman
Self-preservation due to illegal business dealings with victim. Long-standing feud between the Malfoy and Weasley families.
Harry Potter, Unemployed
Sexual jealousy over Draco Malfoy and/or Severus Snape. Self-preservation to keep affair with Snape secret.
Severus Snape, Professor
Self-preservation to keep affair with Potter secret. Generally a snarky, kinky bastard whose past is well documented.
Molly Weasley, mother of victim
Revenge for beatings received from victim. Homophobic.
Blaise Zabini, Unemployed
Revenge for flatmate Longbottom‘s loss. Revenge for school housemate and sometime lover, Draco Malfoy. Had a brief sexual relationship with victim\'s ex-fiancée.
\"Boadicea, I\'d go with all of them, really!\" Colin quipped. \"Ron Weasley was the worst of wizarding kind, and everyone on this list was strong enough and driven enough to have killed him.\"
Basher squinted across her desk at the man who had been her sounding board for every case she\'d ever investigated. \"Damn, Col, I agree with you. But we have to weed out the theories from the facts.\" Tossing back the rest of her whiskey toddy, the Auror stood up. \"C\'mon, let\'s go. A good night\'s sleep will do us both some good.\"
As the sun rose over wizarding London, Boadicea Basher sat up with a cry, disturbing her bed mate.
\"Whaa? Cea, its bloody five o’clock in the morning!\"
\"Col, I know who killed Ron Weasley!\"
“Good. Now get back to sleep, you have Trelawney in your office with her inner eye in three hours.”
“But –“
“No, ‘buts’. You have all your suspects. You are not going to say that you haven’t questioned the murderer now are you –“
“No. But-“
“There’s that but again. You can listen to what that old faker has to say, and then I’ll buy you a greasy cooked breakfast and you can tell me all about it. Now sleep. That is an order, Madame Investigator!” Colin’s tickles did little to convince Boadicea that a return to slumber would benefit her. But he was her lover, and she relied heavily on his strength during trying cases like this one. It was true that she had Sybil Trelawney in her office in a few hours. She had been perplexed when the professor sent her a note, but agreed to see her anyway.
Yes dear, I will gladly come to your office and share my knowledge of the crime with you. Eight O’clock in the morning. Yes, I knew you would be grateful, you are very welcome dear. And I will, of course, bring my crystal ball and tea leaves so we can make contact with that unfortunate Weasley boy.
Until tomorrow,
Sybil Trelawney.
Basher couldn’t get back to sleep, and an attempt at a quickie only resulted in being given the cold shoulder as Colin rolled over in the bed and went back to sleep. Feeling way too energised for five fifteen in the morning, she got out of bed and went for a shower.
The warm water raining from the shower nozzle helped somewhat in soothing the stress she now felt about her discovery. She was sure that her deductive reasoning was sound. The facts spoke for themselves. Basher was shaken out of her analytical comfort zone by a snide laugh.
“Ha ha ha…Smaller tits than I imagined on a bird as curvy as you.” Basher’s eye’s shot open.
“Accio wand.” Her wand flew straight into her hand, she scanned the bathroom. The door was still closed. Turning the shower off and waving a de-misting spell around the room she looked out of the window. There was nothing.
\"Fucking hell, Colin, I’ll kill you for scaring me like that.”
Throwing a towel over her head, she picked up the glass of water she had poured for herself earlier and made her way to the door. As she passed the mirror fronted wall cabinet, she was frozen in her tracks. Visible in the glass was the reflection of the window, and the snidely smiling face of Ronald Weasley’s ghost was peering through it.
\"Nice arse though.... Hahaha!” The face vanished, and Basher screamed. Grabbing for a towel, she found the first fabric item she got her hands on and pulled it, wrapping it around herself. The door of the bathroom blasted open as Colin Creevey stood naked in the doorway, with his wand outstretched.
“Cea, what’s wrong? I heard you scream. Are you ok? And why are you wearing our shower curtain?”