Missing, Presumed Undead
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
12,358
Reviews:
21
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Currently Reading:
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TWO: Dead Ends
Two: Dead Ends.
After six months, the three private investigators had found very little information on the whereabouts of Hermione Jane Granger. She had been seen last having a meal at the Leaky CaUldron before she appArated away. Her flat had been found ransacked, suggesting kidnap – but the aurors had found nothing to suggest where she had gone, and had not found her wand.
“What sort of kidnapper takes a witch and doesn’t snap her wand?” Lucius asked, looking at the board at the end of the office with information on it. They would never admit to it without Veritaserum, but they had stayed in a muggle hotel on a case and enjoyed watching a muggle television programme called CSI – the techniques were primitive (to magical standards), but the transparent board used to write case information on and stick photographs to had taken Lucius’s fancy.
“A stupid one.” Replied Severus, remembering kidnapping far too many people as a Death Eater.
“But why can’t we trace a magical signature?” Draco asked, pacing.
“She must be dead, even a witch not performing spells has a magical signature – their every heartbeat, movement and thought emit magical energy.” Severus said.
“But there is no record of her death recorded at the ministry – even missing magic folk are recorded there automatically.” Draco said, writing a quick note on the board in pale blue.
“So, she’s not dead, but has no magical signature… but the only way a witch or wizard can loose her or his magical signature is to die!” Lucius pulled the black velvet ribbon from his hair so he could run his fingers through it in agitation.
“What if her signature has changed?” Severus mused, beginning a rune calculation in green on a blank board, “We might not be looking for the same Hermione Granger.”
There was a brief moment of silence as the men thought about this, it was possible to change a magical signature – but it required rather dramatic and damaging spell work to do so.
“The only person I ever knew do that was Voldemort – and he did that after the Triwizard Tournament when he rose again with that potion…” Lucius said, reaching for a book with the previously mentioned potion in it.
“She wouldn’t do that. She was too goody-goody to dabble in those kinds of dark arts!” Draco said, sitting down and sipping at his coffee.
“But that is the thing – she wasn’t against dabbling in the most dark of dark arts – she was the brains of the outfit for a long time and brave enough to pull spells apart and put them back together differently…” Severus said.
“So, she is powerful enough and knowledgeable enough to change her magical signature. Trust me, her ‘dabbles’ made your God Father look like an angel… But why change her signature? There is no motive to do so.” Lucius said, wiping various theories from the board with a flick of his wand before writing ‘Signature Alteration’ in the centre.
“Get away from the fame of being a Heroine?” Draco sneered, Potter and Weasley were still worshiped – even after a decade. It made him sick.
“No, she was using her fame to get things done, the media were puppets to her, and she controlled the strings – the media attention was a positive thing for the charities she worked for.” Lucius said, wondering weather Granger was harbouring Slytherin tendencies.
“The last person to see her alive was Luna Lovegood – but getting information out of her was like drawing blood from a stone!” Severus said. “The daft girl mentioned something about a caped figure who was seven feet tall, purple eyes, two-inch claws and wearing blue shoes… she said he was the God of the Plazmat Molgries come to take revenge!”
“I think she might have been drinking a bit more than pumpkin juice…” Draco sniggered.
“How many wizards are seven feet?” Lucius muttered, “The tallest most get is six-foot-eight, unless there is giant blood in them.”
“Part giants are bigger than seven feet – Millie ended up at seven-five.” Draco pointed out.
“Anyway, back to the signature change – what could possibly cause it?” Snape asked, summoning several books.
“The Voldemort potion.” Lucius said, writing it on the board.
“Pregnancy.” Draco said, his nose in a book.
“A ten-year pregnancy?” Lucius scoffed.
“You weren’t specific when you asked what changes a magical signature!” he replied.
“A magical gender change.” Snape pointed out.
“Could we be looking for a Hermes Granger?” Lucius mused out loud.
“She already had bigger balls than Potter and Weasley – it might be.” Draco said.
“Doesn’t sound realistic, though.” Snape said. “She told Witch Weekly she was proud of being female.”
“A Dementor’s kiss.” Draco said.
“Hermione Granger, Draco – remember, the princess of the trio?” Lucius sighed.
The men stared at the board and then each other, all three clueless.
“We can start looking for an altered magical signature – but it will take some calculating, and that’s hoping that more than 25% of her original signature is still intact!” Snape said after a while, looking at the incredibly complex arithmacy calculation he’d found.
“Go for it, we’ve hit a dead end otherwise.” Lucius said, looking at the calculation.
“We’ll be here weeks calculating that!” Draco said, wishing they had turned Potter and Weasley away.
“She’s been missing ten-and-a-half years – what’s a few more weeks on top of that?” Snape said, wiping a board and starting the calculation.
After six months, the three private investigators had found very little information on the whereabouts of Hermione Jane Granger. She had been seen last having a meal at the Leaky CaUldron before she appArated away. Her flat had been found ransacked, suggesting kidnap – but the aurors had found nothing to suggest where she had gone, and had not found her wand.
“What sort of kidnapper takes a witch and doesn’t snap her wand?” Lucius asked, looking at the board at the end of the office with information on it. They would never admit to it without Veritaserum, but they had stayed in a muggle hotel on a case and enjoyed watching a muggle television programme called CSI – the techniques were primitive (to magical standards), but the transparent board used to write case information on and stick photographs to had taken Lucius’s fancy.
“A stupid one.” Replied Severus, remembering kidnapping far too many people as a Death Eater.
“But why can’t we trace a magical signature?” Draco asked, pacing.
“She must be dead, even a witch not performing spells has a magical signature – their every heartbeat, movement and thought emit magical energy.” Severus said.
“But there is no record of her death recorded at the ministry – even missing magic folk are recorded there automatically.” Draco said, writing a quick note on the board in pale blue.
“So, she’s not dead, but has no magical signature… but the only way a witch or wizard can loose her or his magical signature is to die!” Lucius pulled the black velvet ribbon from his hair so he could run his fingers through it in agitation.
“What if her signature has changed?” Severus mused, beginning a rune calculation in green on a blank board, “We might not be looking for the same Hermione Granger.”
There was a brief moment of silence as the men thought about this, it was possible to change a magical signature – but it required rather dramatic and damaging spell work to do so.
“The only person I ever knew do that was Voldemort – and he did that after the Triwizard Tournament when he rose again with that potion…” Lucius said, reaching for a book with the previously mentioned potion in it.
“She wouldn’t do that. She was too goody-goody to dabble in those kinds of dark arts!” Draco said, sitting down and sipping at his coffee.
“But that is the thing – she wasn’t against dabbling in the most dark of dark arts – she was the brains of the outfit for a long time and brave enough to pull spells apart and put them back together differently…” Severus said.
“So, she is powerful enough and knowledgeable enough to change her magical signature. Trust me, her ‘dabbles’ made your God Father look like an angel… But why change her signature? There is no motive to do so.” Lucius said, wiping various theories from the board with a flick of his wand before writing ‘Signature Alteration’ in the centre.
“Get away from the fame of being a Heroine?” Draco sneered, Potter and Weasley were still worshiped – even after a decade. It made him sick.
“No, she was using her fame to get things done, the media were puppets to her, and she controlled the strings – the media attention was a positive thing for the charities she worked for.” Lucius said, wondering weather Granger was harbouring Slytherin tendencies.
“The last person to see her alive was Luna Lovegood – but getting information out of her was like drawing blood from a stone!” Severus said. “The daft girl mentioned something about a caped figure who was seven feet tall, purple eyes, two-inch claws and wearing blue shoes… she said he was the God of the Plazmat Molgries come to take revenge!”
“I think she might have been drinking a bit more than pumpkin juice…” Draco sniggered.
“How many wizards are seven feet?” Lucius muttered, “The tallest most get is six-foot-eight, unless there is giant blood in them.”
“Part giants are bigger than seven feet – Millie ended up at seven-five.” Draco pointed out.
“Anyway, back to the signature change – what could possibly cause it?” Snape asked, summoning several books.
“The Voldemort potion.” Lucius said, writing it on the board.
“Pregnancy.” Draco said, his nose in a book.
“A ten-year pregnancy?” Lucius scoffed.
“You weren’t specific when you asked what changes a magical signature!” he replied.
“A magical gender change.” Snape pointed out.
“Could we be looking for a Hermes Granger?” Lucius mused out loud.
“She already had bigger balls than Potter and Weasley – it might be.” Draco said.
“Doesn’t sound realistic, though.” Snape said. “She told Witch Weekly she was proud of being female.”
“A Dementor’s kiss.” Draco said.
“Hermione Granger, Draco – remember, the princess of the trio?” Lucius sighed.
The men stared at the board and then each other, all three clueless.
“We can start looking for an altered magical signature – but it will take some calculating, and that’s hoping that more than 25% of her original signature is still intact!” Snape said after a while, looking at the incredibly complex arithmacy calculation he’d found.
“Go for it, we’ve hit a dead end otherwise.” Lucius said, looking at the calculation.
“We’ll be here weeks calculating that!” Draco said, wishing they had turned Potter and Weasley away.
“She’s been missing ten-and-a-half years – what’s a few more weeks on top of that?” Snape said, wiping a board and starting the calculation.