To Catch a Killer

~ ~ Chapter two ~ ~





Harry sat at his desk, fuming. He'd had yet another row with Cormack and was on the verge of exploding. “Come in!” he shouted when a knock came on his door.



A young intern poked his head cautiously in. “Sorry to bother you Auror Potter, but I got a package for you.”



Harry shut his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. The image of Albus dancing in the kitchen this morning to some odd new band came to mind. He smiled and looked up at Scorpius. “I'm sorry for shouting. It's not your fault. Please come in.”



Scorpius did, shutting the door behind him. “I heard the row. I was bringing this by at the time. I figured I'd wait till he left.”



“Thank you,” Harry said, letting out a breath. “That man is enough to ruin a perfectly good rainy day.” He stepped around his desk to take the package from Scorpius. “I'll take that, thank you.”



Scorpius released it to Harry who walked back to this chair. “Erm... Auror Potter, I don't mean to step over my station, but I couldn't help but notice the label on the package.”



Harry glared at him. He was just as meddling as his git of a father. “Then don't,” he said in a tone dripping with warning.



Scorpius bowed, holding his hands up. “Didn't mean to upset you. It's just I thought... never mind. Have a good day, Auror Potter.” Scorpius turned and opened the door.



“Wait. What did you...think?” Harry asked. The last thing he needed was for this kid to go blabbing he'd just received a delivery of wank chips from Wheezes. His heart started pounding in his chest. He had to act now before he got into more shite.



Scorpius sheepishly closed the door again, leaving his hand on the door knob. “It's nothing. Forget it.”



“No, tell me. That's an order... if you'd like.” Harry's tone was possibly too venomous, so he added a smile with the last words.



Scorpius shrugged. “I was...I was just going to suggest...”



“First time I've know a Malfoy to be shy with words,” he chided.



Scorpius cocked his head, obviously annoyed at the jibe. His tone grew more sharp as well. “I was going to tell you those aren't very good quality. And if you wanted something with better quality, better material, and better subjects I could help you with it. But if you're going to be a bloody prat about it, just forget it!” He turned to leave, then stopped and looked at Harry. “And I'm not my father, so next time save your contemptuous attitude for him. I didn't do anything to you, Auror Potter!”



As he moved through the door, Harry grabbed it. A mixture of emotions over what Scorpius had just said. First of all, it could be a clue for the case. Second, he could use better material. The twins were great at creating the coins, but they were pants at the memories. And he'd seen enough naked freckles to last a lifetime.



“Scorpius, wait.”



Scorpius stopped, but didn't turn around. “I have other things to deliver.”



“Please. Let me apologise,” Harry said earnestly. “Please, Scorpius.”



Scorpius turned his head, looking Harry over for a second, then agreed. He followed Harry back into his office. Harry closed the door, locked it and slowly walked over to his chair.



When he turned around, Scorpius had unzipped his trousers and was toeing off his boots.



“Wait!” Harry said, dismayed. “What in Merlin's name are you doing?”



Scorpius looked up at him, as though Harry was speaking a different language. “You said you were going to apologise,” he said, pulling his pants off and exposing his half hard cock.



Harry was confused. One, because the hairs around Scorpius' cock were just as pale yellow as the hair on his head, but mainly because he thought Harry was going to... what? Service him? “No! That's not at all what I meant,” he said, shaking his head and hands for emphasis.



Scorpius smirked at him. “Oh, sure. I can do that too.” Scorpius cleared his throat and when he spoke again, it was in a younger more far off tone. “Why Mr. Potter. I've no idea. Well I'm just beside myself. And here I've gone and offended you, what with me being starkers.” As he spoke, Scorpius moved his hand over his cock, pulling it harder.



Harry moved around his desk, totally gobsmacked. Still holding his hands up, so as not to touch Scorpius anywhere but his arms, he exclaimed, “Stop! No! I'm serious, that is not what I meant!”



“Wait, what? You're serious?” Scorpius asked, stepping back the one step he could as the door knob was now in his lower back. “But that's how grandfather...” he paused. “I mean, that's how the Minister... well the head of Magical Creature... well Cormack and,” he paused again scrunching up his face and looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. “To be truthful, that's how nearly all of the prominent men in our society apologise to me.” He leaned on his right leg, pushing his left out slightly.



Harry just stared at him. The most shocking part of that entire dictation was that Scorpius had sex with his grandfather. He was sure Scorpius hadn't made that up. Harry was a good judge of when people were lying or not and Scorpius wasn't lying. Harry was sure of it. But, having sex with your grandson? Harry's heart started pounding in his chest. Was it – okay? Was this another in the long line of things that were okay in the Wizarding world that wasn't in the Muggle world?



“Well, since I'm already starkers, if you'd like to mess around a bit, you know to relieve the tension from your row, I'll let you,” Scorpius offered. “You just can't have my arse, that belongs to gr... someone else, only.”



“No, thank you. Please put your clothes back on.”



Harry turned and moved around his desk, purposely keeping his back to Scorpius as the young man dressed. “You said you knew where you could get better... wait – Cormack? The Minister? They're gay?”



Scorpius rolled his eyes, giving Harry that look of disdain Draco made famous. “You do live in our world do you not, Auror Potter?”



“Look, forget it. You said you could get better quality?”



With a heavy sigh, Scorpius picked up a chair, tipping it so the three feet of parchments that covered it dumped on the floor.



”He's definitely a Malfoy,” Harry thought.



“If you were interested, I know where you can get better coins than that rubbish you just spent too much money for. I know the owners of a business,” Scorpius said, crossing his right leg over his left.



“Where?” Harry said, excitedly.



“Well, that part is confidential. But if you prove to be a good customer I might be able to let you in on that secret.”



Harry curled his hands into very tight fists, willing his temper to settle. He had to be careful. If this did turn out to be nothing he'd look like a perv and if it was an actual clue, he didn't want to chance it. He could use Legilimency, but any unauthorised use of that on Ministry employees was a mandatory sentence of sixty days in Azkaban. He schooled his emotions, smiling at Scorpius.



“How much do they run?” Harry asked.



Clearly excited, Scorpius pulled his chair to Harry's desk, all of four inches probably, but that wasn't the point. He leaned over the desk, pushing its contents out of his way. “That,” he paused, “that all depends on what you want. And if they can get subjects. Now the kinkier it is, the longer it may take, but they do promise to give every request a full satisfaction guarantee. They're a newer business, so their prices are a bit higher than what you get at Wheezes, but the quality speaks for itself. Are you interested?”



Harry took a deep breath. He definitely was, for more than one reason. He thought for a minute. He had to ask for something simple, which could get him a coin as soon as possible. It stood to reason the killer didn't know they knew about the coins. It might very well be a coincidence too, but he had to take every lead. If need be, he supposed he'd even be able to blow this stupid git in front of him too. Although he had to admit, that was the very last option.



“Okay. Get me one.”



Scorpius' smile widened. “And what's your preference? Do you want a bird only? Bloke with a bird?” Harry didn't answer readily, so Scorpius continued. “Okay, what about two birds? Or two blokes with a bird? Two second year girls?”



Harry sighed. He had to ask for a bloke, as that's what the victims all had, but he didn't want it misconstrued and false rumours spread around that he was a shirt lifter. Whether he was or not, Cormack would have a field day with that. And for personal reasons he wanted a bloke. The sound of two blokes together was quite appealing and got his cock to start paying attention.



“I also assure you anything you tell me goes no further than this room. We have to protect the customers if we want their return business.”



That made Harry feel better. Slightly. There was also the fact that this was Draco's son to consider, after all. “Two blokes,” he said sheepishly.



Scorpius' smile grew even wider, which made him look like a smiling snake. “I see.”



Harry groaned inwardly. This was possibly the worst idea he'd had in an age. Scorpius must have felt or discerned Harry's discomfort.



“Not to worry, Harry. I can call you Harry right? I mean I am providing you with porn, the least we could do is be on a first name basis?”



“Only when we're alone. And by alone I mean with our clothes on. Just not in front of anyone else from the office. I don't want them getting the wrong idea or know that I've gotten these from you,” Harry said.



“As you wish. There's no one else here at the Ministry I've sold any to anyhow. They're too uptight. Mostly they just want to blow me. And, as I did rather stupidly admit to you, I've let my grandfather bed me. Now we both have as much to loose.” At Harry's questioning look he continued, “Where most witches and wizards turn a blind eye to two blokes shagging, even if it's in the same family, if it got out that I'm sleeping with my grandfather, they would not be so kind to him.”



Harry actually still hated Lucius with the passion of a Horntail, but he wasn't going to comment since he'd been lusting after his youngest son since he first laid eyes on a W-chip. “How much and how soon can I get some?”



Scorpius stood up, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers, his cloak still lying over the chair. “Ten Galleons.”



“Ten Galleons?” Harry all but shouted, standing up. “You're daft. That's double what Wheezes charges.”



“Quality, Harry. Quality.” He stood there smiling at Harry.



Harry was waiting to see if he'd lower the price. He only had ten Galleons on him, and he had to use that for lunch. He was tired of eating at the ministry cafeteria. Free or not it was where Cormack always ate. But Scorpius wasn't budging.



“Fine,” he grumbled, opening his desk drawer and pulling out the Galleons. He handed them to Scorpius, whose hand was out. Taking the payment, he held a single coin out to Harry.



“You didn't tell me you bloody well had one!” he barked, eyeing the coin. It was the same kind as the victims'. This one was blue, not like the others, but like the others it had the black thestral in the centre.



“Didn't know if you'd simply confiscate it. You know the rules, Ministry employee's aren't allowed to have porn while on Ministry property. It's an old archaic rule but it's there none the less. If you like it, I can get you more.”



“Ten Galleons, it'd better be worth it.” As Scorpius grabbed his cloak and left, Harry knew it already was worth it. He just might have found the road to the killer. With a wave of his wand his door shut and locked. For added precaution, he added some silencing charms and sat back in his chair, stretching his legs out and settling comfortably in his black leather chair. It was the one from Sirius' library and it made him feel closer to his godfather by having it at work. Harry held up the coin with both hands and broke it in half.

~ ~ tbc ~ ~