The Reluctant Detectives
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Adult +
Chapters:
30
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13,556
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96
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Chapter Thirteen
A/N--Cookies go out to ArabellaSnape and to Voracious reader for picking out the Joe Friday line! I know I totally aged myself by having it in the story, but I was compelled to have it in there! I hope you guys like sugar cookies! LOL! And as per usual, please read & review!
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Chapter Thirteen
“Why is it that you are absolutely convinced this young woman didn’t commit suicide?” Lucius asked, watching Hermione as she was pulling out her own memories of the event.
“For a couple of reasons,” she answered, looking over to him. “She was a devoted Catholic. I may not know much about the religion, but there is no way a 16 year old with the belief that she will burn in eternal damnation if she took her own life would ever leap to her death.”
“That isn’t enough…” Severus started.
“She didn’t scream,” she cut in. “All we heard was the falling of her body. Chances are that she was dead before she hit the ground.”
“Even before she went over the railing if you are correct,” Lucius said quietly. “But pray tell, how do you prove it?”
“Our memories,” she told him. “We see things that we may not recognize at the time for what they are, but like a recorder we take in the information. It may not have been processed, but it’s there.”
Hermione put her memory into the pensive, looking over to Severus. “We are going to need yours as well. You might have seen something or someone I didn’t.”
Rolling his eyes, he went over with his wand and pulled the memory out of his mind and placed it into the pensive. She looked at the large bowl holding their memories feeling a battle of nerves raging inside. What if she didn’t see it? What if she was wrong and that girl did kill herself? What would she tell the poor girl’s mother then?
“Are you going to stand there looking at the pensive all night, Miss Granger? Let me assure you that even with my probation I still lead an active life,” Lucius drawled so dryly it had Hermione glaring over at him.
“Oh yes, what with your son now running the Malfoy businesses and your wife dead, you so called life of screwing multiple whores must be keeping you very ‘active’ in deed!” she said, making reference to his arrest in an illegally run brothel several months before. “Why just checking to see if they aren’t transgendered must take hours alone!”
“It isn’t wise to provoke me, Miss Granger,” Lucius sneered.
“And it is never wise to threaten the person upon which your future freedom depends,” she shot back. Grabbing up her notes, she handed them over to him. “I want to find a way to take group memories to a single event and see them as one cohesive thought. You know people and are yourself are intelligent. Find a way to make this work. If you can’t, you know someone who does. Make it happen.”
Lucius looked over to Snape. “She doesn’t ask for much does she?”
“No more than she would ask of herself,” he replied. “You best get to work on that. We are going to be studying those memories for some time I fear.”
“In other words?” Malfoy asked.
“Escape while you still may,” he muttered.
***
Hermione dropped into the memory standing up just behind her memory self. Severus joined her a moment later, following her quickly past where their memory selves were. They got as far as they could, but it wasn’t until the memory caught up with them that Hermione saw it. Wanting to take a closer look, she rushed down the stairs and back up again on the other side. Going up a staircase from where they had been, she stopped, looking over the railing.
“Is there a way to stop this?” she called out to him.
“No!” he called up to her. “What did you see?”
“Shimmering!” Then it happened again. “There! It’s a glamour! Someone was there cloaked!”
They spilled out of the pensive. Hermione looking over to a very angry Snape. He got up and helped her to her feet as well.
“Now do you believe me when I say that I think she was murdered?” she asked quietly.
“We need more proof,” he replied, looking at her his anger was taking focus on this unknown killer. “But I believe you and when I find the loathsome beast that dare murder one of my charges, they shall know my wrath.”
***
Hermione was working on collecting evidence. She was completely focused on her task. As was Snape and most of Hogwarts it would seem. Fed up with the crowd, Severus had the professors send the students back to their rooms so that they could complete the examination of the area in question without an audience.
“Can’t you hurry up?” he demanded. “I cannot keep the students in their dorms indefinitely!”
“Though I wager you wish you could,” she stated, looking over to him from her task at hand to see him reluctantly nod at what she had said. “Not to worry, Severus. I will be done shortly. I created a spell that is specific to the time in question and Viviana Templeton. So far I’ve found hair and…” She took a cotton swab and wiped up a little bit of dried blood, testing it. “This is her blood.” She stood up looking at the area on the rail she found it were several large crimson drops stood out. “Given the size of the drops and the fact that they are symmetrical we are looking at gravitational droplets.”
“Meaning?” he asked.
“Meaning she was being held up and over the railing at this point about to be dropped to the floor below,” she told him. “That’s the way it’s reading.”
“But is there any evidence as to our killer?” he asked her.
Hermione looked excited as she said, “I’m way ahead of you.” She pulled out her wand. “The glamour used is individual to the person doing it much like their magic. Where as it’s true that more than a few concealment glamours are used around this campus…” Hermione held back her chuckling even as the Headmaster was rolling his eyes in irritation. “…not all of the people using said glamours belong here.” He frowned. “The wards will tell us if it was or was not a student.”
“And we will be that much closer to catching that bastard,” he muttered.
“Yes!”
Glaring at her he snarled, “Must you be so bloody chipper?”
“I don’t know. Do you have to be such a surly arsehole?”
He waited a moment. “Aren’t you going to tackle me and have your way with my poor beaten form?”
Her smile grew, as she said, “No.”
Snarling he got into her face and asked, “And why not?”
“Because unlike you, I masturbated.”
Severus stood there stunned.
“Bathrooms can be used for relieving ones self in more than one way,” she said breezily. “Now if you will please excuse me? I have work to do.”
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Chapter Thirteen
“Why is it that you are absolutely convinced this young woman didn’t commit suicide?” Lucius asked, watching Hermione as she was pulling out her own memories of the event.
“For a couple of reasons,” she answered, looking over to him. “She was a devoted Catholic. I may not know much about the religion, but there is no way a 16 year old with the belief that she will burn in eternal damnation if she took her own life would ever leap to her death.”
“That isn’t enough…” Severus started.
“She didn’t scream,” she cut in. “All we heard was the falling of her body. Chances are that she was dead before she hit the ground.”
“Even before she went over the railing if you are correct,” Lucius said quietly. “But pray tell, how do you prove it?”
“Our memories,” she told him. “We see things that we may not recognize at the time for what they are, but like a recorder we take in the information. It may not have been processed, but it’s there.”
Hermione put her memory into the pensive, looking over to Severus. “We are going to need yours as well. You might have seen something or someone I didn’t.”
Rolling his eyes, he went over with his wand and pulled the memory out of his mind and placed it into the pensive. She looked at the large bowl holding their memories feeling a battle of nerves raging inside. What if she didn’t see it? What if she was wrong and that girl did kill herself? What would she tell the poor girl’s mother then?
“Are you going to stand there looking at the pensive all night, Miss Granger? Let me assure you that even with my probation I still lead an active life,” Lucius drawled so dryly it had Hermione glaring over at him.
“Oh yes, what with your son now running the Malfoy businesses and your wife dead, you so called life of screwing multiple whores must be keeping you very ‘active’ in deed!” she said, making reference to his arrest in an illegally run brothel several months before. “Why just checking to see if they aren’t transgendered must take hours alone!”
“It isn’t wise to provoke me, Miss Granger,” Lucius sneered.
“And it is never wise to threaten the person upon which your future freedom depends,” she shot back. Grabbing up her notes, she handed them over to him. “I want to find a way to take group memories to a single event and see them as one cohesive thought. You know people and are yourself are intelligent. Find a way to make this work. If you can’t, you know someone who does. Make it happen.”
Lucius looked over to Snape. “She doesn’t ask for much does she?”
“No more than she would ask of herself,” he replied. “You best get to work on that. We are going to be studying those memories for some time I fear.”
“In other words?” Malfoy asked.
“Escape while you still may,” he muttered.
***
Hermione dropped into the memory standing up just behind her memory self. Severus joined her a moment later, following her quickly past where their memory selves were. They got as far as they could, but it wasn’t until the memory caught up with them that Hermione saw it. Wanting to take a closer look, she rushed down the stairs and back up again on the other side. Going up a staircase from where they had been, she stopped, looking over the railing.
“Is there a way to stop this?” she called out to him.
“No!” he called up to her. “What did you see?”
“Shimmering!” Then it happened again. “There! It’s a glamour! Someone was there cloaked!”
They spilled out of the pensive. Hermione looking over to a very angry Snape. He got up and helped her to her feet as well.
“Now do you believe me when I say that I think she was murdered?” she asked quietly.
“We need more proof,” he replied, looking at her his anger was taking focus on this unknown killer. “But I believe you and when I find the loathsome beast that dare murder one of my charges, they shall know my wrath.”
***
Hermione was working on collecting evidence. She was completely focused on her task. As was Snape and most of Hogwarts it would seem. Fed up with the crowd, Severus had the professors send the students back to their rooms so that they could complete the examination of the area in question without an audience.
“Can’t you hurry up?” he demanded. “I cannot keep the students in their dorms indefinitely!”
“Though I wager you wish you could,” she stated, looking over to him from her task at hand to see him reluctantly nod at what she had said. “Not to worry, Severus. I will be done shortly. I created a spell that is specific to the time in question and Viviana Templeton. So far I’ve found hair and…” She took a cotton swab and wiped up a little bit of dried blood, testing it. “This is her blood.” She stood up looking at the area on the rail she found it were several large crimson drops stood out. “Given the size of the drops and the fact that they are symmetrical we are looking at gravitational droplets.”
“Meaning?” he asked.
“Meaning she was being held up and over the railing at this point about to be dropped to the floor below,” she told him. “That’s the way it’s reading.”
“But is there any evidence as to our killer?” he asked her.
Hermione looked excited as she said, “I’m way ahead of you.” She pulled out her wand. “The glamour used is individual to the person doing it much like their magic. Where as it’s true that more than a few concealment glamours are used around this campus…” Hermione held back her chuckling even as the Headmaster was rolling his eyes in irritation. “…not all of the people using said glamours belong here.” He frowned. “The wards will tell us if it was or was not a student.”
“And we will be that much closer to catching that bastard,” he muttered.
“Yes!”
Glaring at her he snarled, “Must you be so bloody chipper?”
“I don’t know. Do you have to be such a surly arsehole?”
He waited a moment. “Aren’t you going to tackle me and have your way with my poor beaten form?”
Her smile grew, as she said, “No.”
Snarling he got into her face and asked, “And why not?”
“Because unlike you, I masturbated.”
Severus stood there stunned.
“Bathrooms can be used for relieving ones self in more than one way,” she said breezily. “Now if you will please excuse me? I have work to do.”
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