The Reluctant Detectives
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
30
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13,572
Reviews:
96
Recommended:
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3
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Chapter Twenty-nine
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Chapter Twenty-nine
More tests were done. One of which, Hermione had to admit with some embarrassment, that should have been done much sooner. But with everything that had been going on, fingerprinting was overlooked. But his fingerprints were found on several of the letters, the diary as well as fragments of the bomb. She was able to do this thanks in part to the magical testing for fingerprints that Hermione had come up with.
Hero Metropolis was arrested at two that afternoon. He was brought into the interrogation room and made to wait ten minutes as they watched him through the magical monitoring system. Hermione, Severus, and Kingsley all went in to question him. On the extremely large table in front of the young man, Hermione slowly placed the photos of all the victims from the first bombings, the second bombings, as well as Viviana Templeton.
Hermione sat down, saying nothing as she looked over her notes. She could practically smell the stink of fear rolling off of the wizard in front of her.
“I’m beyond needing to know why you would do what you have done,” she murmured.
“What?” he asked, looking to the others and back to her. “You think that I did…”
“I know you did,” she told him, pulling out the letters that he had sent to Harry. “I even know why.”
He swallowed thickly.
“What I want to know is when were you going to jump in to save the day?” His dark eyes went to her. “What’s the point of all this if you don’t do that? Hmm? When were you going to say ‘I’ve put the damsel in distress, it’s now time to save her’?”
Hero was starting to shake and was crying, “You-you two should have died! I couldn’t save anyone! You took away my chances!”
“Is that why you sent Bernie to kill me?” Hermione asked him, seeing his eyes going wider in shock at the man’s name. “He’s been telling us a lot about you and why you hired him specifically.” She leaned back. “He told us that you liked the fact that he wasn’t as smart as you were. Made you feel big because of it. Now this is where the difficulty with that comes in. In hiring someone like that you have to admit that you aren’t the brightest of all individuals. Hero, you may try to be smart, but you’re not. Thus making Bernie as thick as a brick.” She pulled out the gun that Bernie had with him. “He bought the gun, but when he saw the price of the bullets...” She shook her head no. “He had thought them too expensive and didn’t purchase them.”
Hero was sobbing and whispering, “No, no, no.”
“Just how old are you?” Hermione asked. “I figure you to be about two to three years younger than myself. Am I correct?”
“I’m twenty-three.”
She pulled out a picture of the baby. “Making you far too old to be fathering a child with a fifteen year old girl.”
His shaking became more intense as he stared at the photograph in front of him.
“You used her. First for sex, then to disgrace her own Headmaster, and then you killed her. Why did you kill her?” she asked him. “Viviana would have and did do anything you asked of her. Did you see this as a chance to be rid of her?”
“She-she wouldn’t abort the baby!” he exclaimed. “And then she failed me!”
“You didn’t know her all that well, did you?” Hermione inquired. “Viviana was a Catholic. I know the religion vaguely. But I can say that I know at least two of their rules. One, is that they don’t have abortions. It’s a mortal sin. It’s considered murder. And two, is that suicide is a mortal sin as well. Mortal sin means burning for all eternity in a very bad place.”
“She should have…why…she should have…She failed me!” he stammered.
“No.” Hermione’s voice was hard and cut through his emotional demonstration like a knife cutting through air. “You failed her. Stand up.”
He did so slowly as two aurors came up next to him. “Hero Metropolis, you are under arrest…”
***
Hermione walked into the drug and alcohol rehabilitation unit of St. Mungos with a six pack of ginger ale and a pack of smokes. She found Remus sitting with Sirius and smiled at them as she set the drinks next on the table, tossing Sirius his smokes.
“It’s about time you came to visit me,” Sirius told her. “How’s that case going.”
“It’s over. Hero Metropolis was the bomber,” she told him.
“That’s his name?” Remus asked.
“So asks the one with the name he has,” Hermione mumbled and had Remus playfully threatening to throw the deck of cards in his hands at her.
“How many charges were brought up against him?” Sirius asked as she handed him a bottle of the ginger ale.
“They are still adding up the charges,” she told him. “As there are still people in St. Mungos dying from the different bombings.” She let out a heavy sigh. “The youngest victim was ten months old.”
“Merlin,” Remus whispered. “I had hoped…”
“We all did,” Hermione told him when he couldn’t finish what he was saying. “It’s all we can do.”
“What is going to happen to him?” Sirius asked her.
“It’s still up in the air,” she said. “The fact that not all of the Wizengamot is convinced the man is sane, the dementors are long gone, and the prospect that he could easily walk out of Azkaban due to what he knows about the prison thanks in large part to starting out his career as a prison guard there no one knows anything.” She took a sip of her drink and added, “You know, the usual for the Ministry of Magic.”
Remus left them in order to floo Tonks and to check on Teddy. Hermione studied the older man as he sat there. Suddenly he was so very quiet that it was making her wonder what he was up to. He took a sip of the ginger ale, spitting it out.
“You were one of the first people to tell me that I was the smartest witch of my age and you didn’t think I would make it so that you couldn’t change the drinks I brought over into alcohol?” She smiled at him. “So how is your counseling going?”
“Better if I had a whiskey,” he muttered. “This sobriety isn’t what its cracked up to be.”
She nodded.
“You’re not going to lecture me?”
She shook her head no and went on to take a sip of her ginger ale.
“Nothing?”
“Shut up and deal,” she ordered him. “And while we play, I’ll tell you all about how Harry proposed to Ginny. And how in her moment of great joy, she subsequently proceeded to vomit all over his shirt.” He snorted with laughter. “Ginny is convinced morning sickness is a curse.”
***
I want to take the time to thank all those who have sent in SUPPORTIVE reviews! They mean the world to me.
Amara-- I would like to thank you for reviewing. Yes, I made a mistake with the DNA and where its retrieval is concerned. But at this time I would like to point out that DNA is in every cell of the human body, and even though it cannot be collected at this time I set it up so that the magic could do so. You know, magic? The same said magic that you were able to suspend your disbelief in long enough to read and love the Harry Potter stories? I know that this may seem catty, but seeing as your review was so sarcastic I think you can take it. And remember even the CSI shows make mistakes too. None of us is perfect. Thanks for being a snippy bitch and have a nice day.
***
Chapter Twenty-nine
More tests were done. One of which, Hermione had to admit with some embarrassment, that should have been done much sooner. But with everything that had been going on, fingerprinting was overlooked. But his fingerprints were found on several of the letters, the diary as well as fragments of the bomb. She was able to do this thanks in part to the magical testing for fingerprints that Hermione had come up with.
Hero Metropolis was arrested at two that afternoon. He was brought into the interrogation room and made to wait ten minutes as they watched him through the magical monitoring system. Hermione, Severus, and Kingsley all went in to question him. On the extremely large table in front of the young man, Hermione slowly placed the photos of all the victims from the first bombings, the second bombings, as well as Viviana Templeton.
Hermione sat down, saying nothing as she looked over her notes. She could practically smell the stink of fear rolling off of the wizard in front of her.
“I’m beyond needing to know why you would do what you have done,” she murmured.
“What?” he asked, looking to the others and back to her. “You think that I did…”
“I know you did,” she told him, pulling out the letters that he had sent to Harry. “I even know why.”
He swallowed thickly.
“What I want to know is when were you going to jump in to save the day?” His dark eyes went to her. “What’s the point of all this if you don’t do that? Hmm? When were you going to say ‘I’ve put the damsel in distress, it’s now time to save her’?”
Hero was starting to shake and was crying, “You-you two should have died! I couldn’t save anyone! You took away my chances!”
“Is that why you sent Bernie to kill me?” Hermione asked him, seeing his eyes going wider in shock at the man’s name. “He’s been telling us a lot about you and why you hired him specifically.” She leaned back. “He told us that you liked the fact that he wasn’t as smart as you were. Made you feel big because of it. Now this is where the difficulty with that comes in. In hiring someone like that you have to admit that you aren’t the brightest of all individuals. Hero, you may try to be smart, but you’re not. Thus making Bernie as thick as a brick.” She pulled out the gun that Bernie had with him. “He bought the gun, but when he saw the price of the bullets...” She shook her head no. “He had thought them too expensive and didn’t purchase them.”
Hero was sobbing and whispering, “No, no, no.”
“Just how old are you?” Hermione asked. “I figure you to be about two to three years younger than myself. Am I correct?”
“I’m twenty-three.”
She pulled out a picture of the baby. “Making you far too old to be fathering a child with a fifteen year old girl.”
His shaking became more intense as he stared at the photograph in front of him.
“You used her. First for sex, then to disgrace her own Headmaster, and then you killed her. Why did you kill her?” she asked him. “Viviana would have and did do anything you asked of her. Did you see this as a chance to be rid of her?”
“She-she wouldn’t abort the baby!” he exclaimed. “And then she failed me!”
“You didn’t know her all that well, did you?” Hermione inquired. “Viviana was a Catholic. I know the religion vaguely. But I can say that I know at least two of their rules. One, is that they don’t have abortions. It’s a mortal sin. It’s considered murder. And two, is that suicide is a mortal sin as well. Mortal sin means burning for all eternity in a very bad place.”
“She should have…why…she should have…She failed me!” he stammered.
“No.” Hermione’s voice was hard and cut through his emotional demonstration like a knife cutting through air. “You failed her. Stand up.”
He did so slowly as two aurors came up next to him. “Hero Metropolis, you are under arrest…”
***
Hermione walked into the drug and alcohol rehabilitation unit of St. Mungos with a six pack of ginger ale and a pack of smokes. She found Remus sitting with Sirius and smiled at them as she set the drinks next on the table, tossing Sirius his smokes.
“It’s about time you came to visit me,” Sirius told her. “How’s that case going.”
“It’s over. Hero Metropolis was the bomber,” she told him.
“That’s his name?” Remus asked.
“So asks the one with the name he has,” Hermione mumbled and had Remus playfully threatening to throw the deck of cards in his hands at her.
“How many charges were brought up against him?” Sirius asked as she handed him a bottle of the ginger ale.
“They are still adding up the charges,” she told him. “As there are still people in St. Mungos dying from the different bombings.” She let out a heavy sigh. “The youngest victim was ten months old.”
“Merlin,” Remus whispered. “I had hoped…”
“We all did,” Hermione told him when he couldn’t finish what he was saying. “It’s all we can do.”
“What is going to happen to him?” Sirius asked her.
“It’s still up in the air,” she said. “The fact that not all of the Wizengamot is convinced the man is sane, the dementors are long gone, and the prospect that he could easily walk out of Azkaban due to what he knows about the prison thanks in large part to starting out his career as a prison guard there no one knows anything.” She took a sip of her drink and added, “You know, the usual for the Ministry of Magic.”
Remus left them in order to floo Tonks and to check on Teddy. Hermione studied the older man as he sat there. Suddenly he was so very quiet that it was making her wonder what he was up to. He took a sip of the ginger ale, spitting it out.
“You were one of the first people to tell me that I was the smartest witch of my age and you didn’t think I would make it so that you couldn’t change the drinks I brought over into alcohol?” She smiled at him. “So how is your counseling going?”
“Better if I had a whiskey,” he muttered. “This sobriety isn’t what its cracked up to be.”
She nodded.
“You’re not going to lecture me?”
She shook her head no and went on to take a sip of her ginger ale.
“Nothing?”
“Shut up and deal,” she ordered him. “And while we play, I’ll tell you all about how Harry proposed to Ginny. And how in her moment of great joy, she subsequently proceeded to vomit all over his shirt.” He snorted with laughter. “Ginny is convinced morning sickness is a curse.”
***
I want to take the time to thank all those who have sent in SUPPORTIVE reviews! They mean the world to me.
Amara-- I would like to thank you for reviewing. Yes, I made a mistake with the DNA and where its retrieval is concerned. But at this time I would like to point out that DNA is in every cell of the human body, and even though it cannot be collected at this time I set it up so that the magic could do so. You know, magic? The same said magic that you were able to suspend your disbelief in long enough to read and love the Harry Potter stories? I know that this may seem catty, but seeing as your review was so sarcastic I think you can take it. And remember even the CSI shows make mistakes too. None of us is perfect. Thanks for being a snippy bitch and have a nice day.