Searching for a true Identity

Warning: Some of the contents might be repulsive for sensitive people. Personally I don\'t think it\'s so bad but my friend said that I should warn people because she didn\'t like it.
Every name of the victims are made up.

Searching For A True Identity

Chapter 5- Victim number one

During breakfast he was relieved to see his trunk arriving. It was shrinked so an owl could easily carry it. He liked to start on his cases quickly because there was often a very little time until the killer would strike again.

“Uh, Harry mate, what’s that?” Ron asked him and pointed at his trunk.

“My birthday present!” he chirped happily and gave Ron a little card.

“Happy late birthday from Darren?” Ron read. “Who’s Darren?” he asked.

“An old friend,” he said.

“How old? You never told us about him!” Hermione said accusingly.

“It was a brief meeting after my first year. I saw no point in telling you,” he said.

“Apparently it was a very long brief meeting or why else would he send you a gift or even know when your birthday is?” Hermione asked him cleverly.

Harry shrugged and said nothing.

“Harry, I think the Slytherins are up to something. They’re staring at you,” Ron whispered even if no one could hear them.

Harry looked up and played with his hair casually while looking at Draco. In real it was a sign. A question for what he wanted. Draco drank some pumkin juice and spat some out.

“Look at Malfoy! He’s such a pig!” Hermione said.

“Yeah,” he said absently. He nodded slightly to Draco before he looked away. By spitting out juice Draco had asked him if he had gotten anyinformation. It was a silly sign but yet very effective since there\'s nothing suspicious about it.

“How was detention? I never heard you come in last night,” Ron said suddenly.

“It was pretty late when I was finaly free to go.” He sighed.He knew there would be more questions.

“Doesn’t explain where you where early in the morning,” said Ron.

“I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk. I drank very much coke yesterday to stay awake. I guess I drank to much.” Andthen Hermione had to explain to Ron what coke was.

“Whose cloths are you wearing? I’ve never seen them before,” Hermione said and pulled his shirt after she had finishíng explaing.

“What is this? Investigation day? For your information those are some cloths from my newly bought ones!” he said irritated.

“Sorry. I was only curious,” said Hermione softly. She laid her hand on his leg gently for a second. He raised an eyebrow but she had already turned away to talk to Neville and Ron was stuffing his face full again.

He had DADA first this morning. He wasn’t surprised when Reen winked to him. He shoke his head. He had given up on glaring at him... for now at least.

“Today we’ll study fairies,” Remus said. And for once Harry wasn’t very interested. He’d rather look through the files in his trunk right now.

“Mr Potter, what do you think about that?” Remus asked.

He looked up.

“Huh?”

“What do you think about that?” Remus repeated kindly. Harry still didn’t know that he as talking about of course.

“I believe I didn’t listen to you so I have no idea what so ever,” he said and shocked Remus. The Slytherins laughed. Harry looked at them and they stopped imediatly and it was the Gryffindors turn to gape.

“Ok Mr Potter. I’m afraid that I’ll have to take one point from Gryffindor, and pay attention from now on!” Remus saidand looked a little worried over him.

“Feel free to take points Professor. I’m used to loose a dussin,” he said in a flat voice.

“Could you please step up here?” Remus asked him.

Harry stood up and walked over to Lupin’s and Reen’s desk.

“Turn around.”

“Why? Are you going to spank me?” he let slip accidentily and the Slytherins grinned rudely and laughed.

“Bet you’d like that Potter!” Draco shouted over the noise and winked. Harry winked back.

“Are you alright Harry?” Remus asked him quietly.

“Yeah. Why should I turn around?” he asked.

“We’ll try something new. Faries are known for attacking when you turn your back on them. Today we’ll try to improve your reflexes,” Remus lectured the class. Reen was the one to throw a spell at Harry when he least expected it. Harry turned around and dodged the spell quickly.

“Excellent Mr Potter! Five points!” Reen said delighted and Remus looked almost proud.

“Harry, wait a minute,” Remus said when he was about to elave the classroom after the bell rang. He turned around and walked back inside.

“Yes Remus?” he asked politly.

“You were very goodat the demonstration. ButI wonder what youwere thinkingwhen you made those jokes for the Slytherins?”

Harry gazed up at the roof briefly.

“Really? Do you really want to know the truth?” he asked and both professors nodded curiously.

“I was bored,” he said simply.

“You were bored?” Remus repeated like if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Yeah. No offence or anything,but I’m not very interested in faeries,” he admitted.

“I told you Remmy! We should have showed them real elves!” Reen said and Harry made a face at the nicknamehe used on Remus.

“Gay,” he muttered but Remus’s head snapped up.

“What did you say?” he snapped.

“Nothing Professor,” he said innocently and Remus narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He had forgotten about the werewolf hearing.

“You may go,” Remus said at last.

Harry nodded and left.

He had History of magic now. He took a seat in the back corner of the classroom and began to read files that he had smuggled inside a notebook. No one noticed what he was doing because most people were already dosing of.

LAURA KEEN

Was the first victim. She had been 18, blond, tall, brown eyes.

She had worked in a bookstore. She had few friends, she was quite the loner. She had no known ememies and she lived alone.

He studied her picture and read some detailed facts. She had been found naked in the forest with a sliced throat and both her wrists and ancles were damaged. She had also been raped. He looked at some pictures after her death. Her body was bruised and blue.

Her ancles and wrists, she must have been chained. Probably to a bed so he could rape her easily... he thought.

She’s bruised... could the man be a sadist? I must ask Pansy about the post-mortem results once we get the body... he mentally wrote down. She could have been hit with a belt, whip or something...

They used to smuggle in bodies with levitating and invincibility charms inside the castle and down to their labs. Since the second year they had made the chamber of secrets to an post-mortem lab right before they quit everything. Post-mortem was Pansy’s main doing during those kind of cases together with a few others.

He sighed and closed the notebook. Right now he needed the body. Or should he say bodies? There were more than one of them...