The Reluctant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
13,571
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-eight
Hermione was sitting at a café. Reading the London Times and drinking an extra hot coffee. It appeared that she was making a day of it. That was what Bernie thought as he watched the little witch. As a squib, it was difficult to get a good paying job in the wizarding world. As such, he took whatever job put cash into his hand. This included some less than legal or even savory employment. But Bernie had a family to feed. That meant he couldn’t think of the bad stuff. He made himself not look at the gun again. It was very bad stuff indeed.
She got up and walked away, leaving the paper she had been reading as she was done with it. A minute later, Bernie followed after her. Before he knew it she was slipping into an alleyway. Gripping the gun in his jacket, he followed her in, but froze at the sight of her at the end of the alley. She was leaning against the wall, her wand out but not pointed at him.
“You can’t hurt me, little girl,” he muttered to her stepping closer. “I was hired to get you dead and I don’t get paid until I prove it.”
“Hmm, you don’t say?” Hermione asked. “And how are you planning on doing that?”
“With this.” He pulled out his revolver. “I am killing you. What are you going to do about that?”
“Me?” she shook her head. “Nothing. But Severus, he just might murder you where you stand if you don’t put that gun down.”
“You expect me to…” His voice vanished at the feel of the tip of a wand at his jugular.
“Put it down,” Severus hissed. “Or else you are going to find out just how many ways I can torture a man to the brink of death.”
He dropped it quickly. “See I don’t have it! She’s safe!”
Hermione rushed over to the gun, picking it up. Looking it over, she said in a disgust filled voice, “It isn’t loaded.”
“What?” Bernie asked confused. “You mean with those little metal thingies that they showed me? They cost too much. Merlin, I can barely afford to feed my wife and kids as it is!”
***
Lucius, much to his upset, was made to cancel dinner with a very beautiful, buxom wench who had told him that she could suck the stain off a broom.
“What was so important that you made me cancel these plans?” he growled as Hermione and Snape walked into his study. “The wench has a three month waiting list she is so good!”
“You’ll have to just make do with your hand yet again,” she told him. “This will have to take priority.” She pulled out the locket and handing it over to him. “We need to know if that little boy in the picture is the suspect. You need to come up with a spell that will show us how that little boy would look at age…” She flipped through her notes. “At age twenty-two or twenty three.”
Snagging the locket from her, he looked at the picture. “Handsome lad.” He frowned. “Where is the hair?”
“What?” Hermione asked.
“It’s standard,” he murmured, removing the picture. “Narcissa did so with her own locket. It had his picture as well as a clipping from his first hair cut. I accused her of being sentimental, after which she told me I was full of shit.” He sighed. “Merlin, I miss her.” He pulled out an intact long curl of hair that had been hidden behind the photo. “There you go. Narcissa was always one to be a part of any trend. This was among them. It was very popular with first time mothers is what she told me. There is more sentiment is what she said.”
Hermione took the hair from him asking, “Is there someplace I can use as a lab while you are doing your work?”
“Severus can show you the labs I allow him to use when he stays here,” he muttered, already thinking over ways to do the spell to do the age progression she wanted.
***
She had tested it and retested the sample, but alas, it didn’t match. Hermione kept reading her books on DNA, as she didn’t want any mistakes made. Severus was quietly brewing her potion, leaving her alone, as she needed the time to figure out the puzzle in front of her. Only when the potion was finished and cooled did he go over to her with it in hand.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, looking at results floating above the caldrons. “They don’t match.”
“I know that,” she muttered, taking the potion from him and drinking it quickly. “I’m trying to see if there is any way there could be an error…”
“Some parts match,” he murmured. “But not everything…”
“What?” She looked at them and quickly flipped through the book, finding what she needed. Looking back up at the results again, she felt as if she had been punched. “That sonofvabitch!” She looked over to Severus. “We need Viviana’s school records and a sample of her DNA.”
“Why?”
“Because that wasn’t his baby picture,” she muttered. “I’m wagering that it was their son’s.”
***
The records, as well as the DNA they were able to get from an old toothbrush of hers, supported Hermione’s theory. The child in the pictures was theirs. Vivian must have gotten pregnant at age fifteen, is what they had figured. They went to Viviana’s mother to get more answers. The meeting was painfully short, but they were able to find out that the baby, a little boy had been given up for adoption in May of that year.
“He used her,” Hermione muttered. “Manipulated her. It makes me sick to think of the hell that boy put her through. She trusted him and he killed her.”
“He killed more than her,” he told her.
“There are so many dead and hurt. And all because some boy wanted to make himself a hero,” she sighed, feeling disgusted with everything and not knowing how to say it. “It’s…” She took his hand, lacing her fingers through his. “It’s overwhelming.”
Kissing the back of her hand, he murmured, “I know, love. I know.”
***
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Hermione was sitting at a café. Reading the London Times and drinking an extra hot coffee. It appeared that she was making a day of it. That was what Bernie thought as he watched the little witch. As a squib, it was difficult to get a good paying job in the wizarding world. As such, he took whatever job put cash into his hand. This included some less than legal or even savory employment. But Bernie had a family to feed. That meant he couldn’t think of the bad stuff. He made himself not look at the gun again. It was very bad stuff indeed.
She got up and walked away, leaving the paper she had been reading as she was done with it. A minute later, Bernie followed after her. Before he knew it she was slipping into an alleyway. Gripping the gun in his jacket, he followed her in, but froze at the sight of her at the end of the alley. She was leaning against the wall, her wand out but not pointed at him.
“You can’t hurt me, little girl,” he muttered to her stepping closer. “I was hired to get you dead and I don’t get paid until I prove it.”
“Hmm, you don’t say?” Hermione asked. “And how are you planning on doing that?”
“With this.” He pulled out his revolver. “I am killing you. What are you going to do about that?”
“Me?” she shook her head. “Nothing. But Severus, he just might murder you where you stand if you don’t put that gun down.”
“You expect me to…” His voice vanished at the feel of the tip of a wand at his jugular.
“Put it down,” Severus hissed. “Or else you are going to find out just how many ways I can torture a man to the brink of death.”
He dropped it quickly. “See I don’t have it! She’s safe!”
Hermione rushed over to the gun, picking it up. Looking it over, she said in a disgust filled voice, “It isn’t loaded.”
“What?” Bernie asked confused. “You mean with those little metal thingies that they showed me? They cost too much. Merlin, I can barely afford to feed my wife and kids as it is!”
***
Lucius, much to his upset, was made to cancel dinner with a very beautiful, buxom wench who had told him that she could suck the stain off a broom.
“What was so important that you made me cancel these plans?” he growled as Hermione and Snape walked into his study. “The wench has a three month waiting list she is so good!”
“You’ll have to just make do with your hand yet again,” she told him. “This will have to take priority.” She pulled out the locket and handing it over to him. “We need to know if that little boy in the picture is the suspect. You need to come up with a spell that will show us how that little boy would look at age…” She flipped through her notes. “At age twenty-two or twenty three.”
Snagging the locket from her, he looked at the picture. “Handsome lad.” He frowned. “Where is the hair?”
“What?” Hermione asked.
“It’s standard,” he murmured, removing the picture. “Narcissa did so with her own locket. It had his picture as well as a clipping from his first hair cut. I accused her of being sentimental, after which she told me I was full of shit.” He sighed. “Merlin, I miss her.” He pulled out an intact long curl of hair that had been hidden behind the photo. “There you go. Narcissa was always one to be a part of any trend. This was among them. It was very popular with first time mothers is what she told me. There is more sentiment is what she said.”
Hermione took the hair from him asking, “Is there someplace I can use as a lab while you are doing your work?”
“Severus can show you the labs I allow him to use when he stays here,” he muttered, already thinking over ways to do the spell to do the age progression she wanted.
***
She had tested it and retested the sample, but alas, it didn’t match. Hermione kept reading her books on DNA, as she didn’t want any mistakes made. Severus was quietly brewing her potion, leaving her alone, as she needed the time to figure out the puzzle in front of her. Only when the potion was finished and cooled did he go over to her with it in hand.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, looking at results floating above the caldrons. “They don’t match.”
“I know that,” she muttered, taking the potion from him and drinking it quickly. “I’m trying to see if there is any way there could be an error…”
“Some parts match,” he murmured. “But not everything…”
“What?” She looked at them and quickly flipped through the book, finding what she needed. Looking back up at the results again, she felt as if she had been punched. “That sonofvabitch!” She looked over to Severus. “We need Viviana’s school records and a sample of her DNA.”
“Why?”
“Because that wasn’t his baby picture,” she muttered. “I’m wagering that it was their son’s.”
***
The records, as well as the DNA they were able to get from an old toothbrush of hers, supported Hermione’s theory. The child in the pictures was theirs. Vivian must have gotten pregnant at age fifteen, is what they had figured. They went to Viviana’s mother to get more answers. The meeting was painfully short, but they were able to find out that the baby, a little boy had been given up for adoption in May of that year.
“He used her,” Hermione muttered. “Manipulated her. It makes me sick to think of the hell that boy put her through. She trusted him and he killed her.”
“He killed more than her,” he told her.
“There are so many dead and hurt. And all because some boy wanted to make himself a hero,” she sighed, feeling disgusted with everything and not knowing how to say it. “It’s…” She took his hand, lacing her fingers through his. “It’s overwhelming.”
Kissing the back of her hand, he murmured, “I know, love. I know.”
***
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