The Expectant Detectives
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Adult +
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31
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15,565
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165
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Chapter Five
Thank you everyone that has taken the time to read, not to mention review, my story. Time is an important quantity in all people's lives. And this means the world to me that you used a small snippet of it to enjoy my writing.
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Chapter Five
Severus found Hermione over at the Burrow later that day. He had started to look for her once he found the tray he had sent to her set on fire. Luckily Remus had thought enough to leave a note telling him that they had taken her over to visit Molly Weasley.
Both Sirius and Remus had managed escape early on once the stories of childbirth started. But his wife was sitting and listening intently to what the matriarch of the Weasley clan was telling her of all six of her pregnancies. And from the looks of it, not one of them was pleasant.
“Merlin preserve me, I thought Percy would never get out!” she exclaimed, pressing a hand to her head and looking just as weary as if she were still experiencing the labor that very moment. “I very nearly gave up having babies altogether, but then Arthur received a promotion. We had quite the celebration. We were able to have a babysitter, not something that occurred all the time let me tell you, and the next thing we knew there were the twins.”
Hermione swallowed thickly. “And Percy was the one that you had the labor that lasted for four…” She turned pale at her own words and tried to fortify herself with a deep breath. “Uh, four days straight?”
“Oh yes! They were the four most horrible days of my life. More creamed spinach, dear?”
“I do believe you destroyed her appetite with your tales of terror, Molly,” Severus said as he went over to his wife, kissing her temple. “Calm yourself, witch. I seriously doubt you’ll be in labor for that long.”
“I’ll be drugged?” she asked him plaintively.
“We both will.” He sat down next to her. “May I bother you for a meal as well, Molly? I missed my lunch while hunting for my wife.”
When Molly went off to get him a plate of food, Hermione hissed, “What I wouldn’t give for a fire whiskey. The stories she told me would scare Merlin himself!”
“She means well,” he murmured, rubbing her back. “Tell me about that little corpse and the stretchy white woman.”
Hermione took a deep breath, looking into her husband’s black onyx eyes. “That’s better.” She frowned. “I don’t know if that’s normal to feel more at ease with the thought of solving murders than I am about childbirth.”
“Yes, because it’s a puzzle and that is what you relish, not the thought of death itself,” he murmured.
It was with a small smile that she kissed his shoulder and rested her head on it. Hermione proceeded to tell him what she knew of the two bodies. She finished with, “I’m curious as to what the Death Log will have to say about them.” She sat up straighter, once Molly brought over his food. “How is Lucius?”
“Sober at last,” he muttered, cutting into his meat. “Could you pass the…” Hermione was already pulling over the gravy as well as the black pepper. “Thank you.”
“Coffee?” she murmured.
“Yes, please.” He watched as Hermione went about fixing his coffee, something that he only tended to drink with his lunch. And since no one on the planet made coffee as hot as his witch, he tended to drink it with milk when she made it. But it was something that he never told her, so he was a little surprised to take note that she didn’t put a drop of dairy into it once it was poured. One lump of sugar, but that was all. He took it from her, taking a sip. “Perfect.”
“She makes hers a little stronger than mine,” she murmured. “And not nearly as hot.” Hermione let out a wistful sigh. “I’m going to miss my coffee.”
“Oh yes, none for you for a good long time,” Molly told her. “But I’m sure that you’ll find something else to drink without caffeine, dear.”
“No caffeine?” Severus asked. “At all?”
“Very low amounts,” she told her husband, handing him a napkin.
“Thank you. Any thing else she shouldn’t have?”
“Alcohol,” Molly answered. “She should watch out for high amounts of sodium and sugar.” She patted Severus’s shoulder. “You’ll do fine. Knowing Hermione, she’s already planning a shopping trip to buy the books she needs.”
His eyes flicked over to Hermione and she gave him a sheepish smile as she nodded. “It looks like I have some reading to do as well.”
***
Instead of going straight over to the bookstore, the couple went straight back over to the school as Severus had more than a little work to be catching up on. Hermione, on the other hand, managed to get a hold of Harry via the floo and asked for him to come over with the Death Log.
He showed up five minutes later with one of the large tomes in hand. As he handed it over to her, he asked, “What is the Death Log anyway?”
“It records deaths,” she muttered, as she began to flip through the pages to the estimated times of death. “Magically.”
“Really? Let me see,” he murmured as he watched as she put the book down on a large table. “So my parents would be in here?”
“Yes,” she replied. “They’re in here. All witches and wizards since the logs were created in 381 BC, the year before Ollivander’s family began producing wands by the way, are in here.” She paused what she was reading and went back a ways.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her.
“They aren’t in here,” she muttered. “Look here under general descriptions of the dead. They should stand out.”
“Seeing as they looked as they did, yeah.” He frowned. “But they aren’t there?” He looked to her. “Which means what?”
Worrying her lower lip, she let out a curse a moment later. “They aren’t magical.”
“Muggles?” Harry whispered. “They’re muggles?”
“Perhaps,” she said as she closed the book. “It could be that they’re a part of a different magical community that aren’t…” Hermione stopped and looked him straight in the eyes. “But somehow they always end up in the Death Logs too, so it’s reasonable to think that they were muggles.”
“So the chances are that much greater that Malfoy…”
She shook her head no. “Harry, never assume anything. You don’t have the proof of him having anything to do with these deaths other than him being the recipient of their corpses. Besides, do you honestly think that Lucius woke up one morning, went into the muggle world, found a freak show and said, ‘Hey, that albino contortionist and that little man are getting on my last nerves. I think I might kill them in a way that won’t leave a mark magical or otherwise and send them to myself!’.”
Harry blinked at her. “What was that?”
“What?”
“About the freak show?”
She thought it over. “It just sounded correct. Where else would you find a little man and an albino…”
Kissing her cheek, he exclaimed, “You are a genius!”
Severus walked in later on that day to find Hermione sitting on the lounge, deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, going over to her.
“Harry called me a genius.”
“You are. What of it?”
“Usually I have an idea as to why. This time I don’t know.” She looked over to him and sighed, “Dinner time? Sheppard’s pie tonight, isn’t it?”
He helped her to her feet, taking the Death Log from her and setting it aside. “That isn’t good for you.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to ruin it by making it healthy,” she muttered.
He was about to say something when Harry came through the floo, looking haggard. “There’s another body. Hermione, it’s Dennis Creevy. They found him in Malfoy’s bed.”
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It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "The Best is Yet to Come". This song is a standard and has been performed by quite a few people--the two most famous being Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett. Cookies go out to Narcissas Sister and genesismom! If I missed you, I'm sorry.
And here's the next song! ""I could feel my baby reviewing from a mile away/There was no use talking/There was nothing to say." Okay, here is your clue! The band's name is now a chain of bars/restaurants best known for just how little the waitresses are wearing rather than the food they serve. Though I must say, I have heard the chicken wings are good, but heaven only knows as this review was from guys more than likely after a pitcher or two of beer. Well, there you go! Have a fab day everyone!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Five
Severus found Hermione over at the Burrow later that day. He had started to look for her once he found the tray he had sent to her set on fire. Luckily Remus had thought enough to leave a note telling him that they had taken her over to visit Molly Weasley.
Both Sirius and Remus had managed escape early on once the stories of childbirth started. But his wife was sitting and listening intently to what the matriarch of the Weasley clan was telling her of all six of her pregnancies. And from the looks of it, not one of them was pleasant.
“Merlin preserve me, I thought Percy would never get out!” she exclaimed, pressing a hand to her head and looking just as weary as if she were still experiencing the labor that very moment. “I very nearly gave up having babies altogether, but then Arthur received a promotion. We had quite the celebration. We were able to have a babysitter, not something that occurred all the time let me tell you, and the next thing we knew there were the twins.”
Hermione swallowed thickly. “And Percy was the one that you had the labor that lasted for four…” She turned pale at her own words and tried to fortify herself with a deep breath. “Uh, four days straight?”
“Oh yes! They were the four most horrible days of my life. More creamed spinach, dear?”
“I do believe you destroyed her appetite with your tales of terror, Molly,” Severus said as he went over to his wife, kissing her temple. “Calm yourself, witch. I seriously doubt you’ll be in labor for that long.”
“I’ll be drugged?” she asked him plaintively.
“We both will.” He sat down next to her. “May I bother you for a meal as well, Molly? I missed my lunch while hunting for my wife.”
When Molly went off to get him a plate of food, Hermione hissed, “What I wouldn’t give for a fire whiskey. The stories she told me would scare Merlin himself!”
“She means well,” he murmured, rubbing her back. “Tell me about that little corpse and the stretchy white woman.”
Hermione took a deep breath, looking into her husband’s black onyx eyes. “That’s better.” She frowned. “I don’t know if that’s normal to feel more at ease with the thought of solving murders than I am about childbirth.”
“Yes, because it’s a puzzle and that is what you relish, not the thought of death itself,” he murmured.
It was with a small smile that she kissed his shoulder and rested her head on it. Hermione proceeded to tell him what she knew of the two bodies. She finished with, “I’m curious as to what the Death Log will have to say about them.” She sat up straighter, once Molly brought over his food. “How is Lucius?”
“Sober at last,” he muttered, cutting into his meat. “Could you pass the…” Hermione was already pulling over the gravy as well as the black pepper. “Thank you.”
“Coffee?” she murmured.
“Yes, please.” He watched as Hermione went about fixing his coffee, something that he only tended to drink with his lunch. And since no one on the planet made coffee as hot as his witch, he tended to drink it with milk when she made it. But it was something that he never told her, so he was a little surprised to take note that she didn’t put a drop of dairy into it once it was poured. One lump of sugar, but that was all. He took it from her, taking a sip. “Perfect.”
“She makes hers a little stronger than mine,” she murmured. “And not nearly as hot.” Hermione let out a wistful sigh. “I’m going to miss my coffee.”
“Oh yes, none for you for a good long time,” Molly told her. “But I’m sure that you’ll find something else to drink without caffeine, dear.”
“No caffeine?” Severus asked. “At all?”
“Very low amounts,” she told her husband, handing him a napkin.
“Thank you. Any thing else she shouldn’t have?”
“Alcohol,” Molly answered. “She should watch out for high amounts of sodium and sugar.” She patted Severus’s shoulder. “You’ll do fine. Knowing Hermione, she’s already planning a shopping trip to buy the books she needs.”
His eyes flicked over to Hermione and she gave him a sheepish smile as she nodded. “It looks like I have some reading to do as well.”
***
Instead of going straight over to the bookstore, the couple went straight back over to the school as Severus had more than a little work to be catching up on. Hermione, on the other hand, managed to get a hold of Harry via the floo and asked for him to come over with the Death Log.
He showed up five minutes later with one of the large tomes in hand. As he handed it over to her, he asked, “What is the Death Log anyway?”
“It records deaths,” she muttered, as she began to flip through the pages to the estimated times of death. “Magically.”
“Really? Let me see,” he murmured as he watched as she put the book down on a large table. “So my parents would be in here?”
“Yes,” she replied. “They’re in here. All witches and wizards since the logs were created in 381 BC, the year before Ollivander’s family began producing wands by the way, are in here.” She paused what she was reading and went back a ways.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her.
“They aren’t in here,” she muttered. “Look here under general descriptions of the dead. They should stand out.”
“Seeing as they looked as they did, yeah.” He frowned. “But they aren’t there?” He looked to her. “Which means what?”
Worrying her lower lip, she let out a curse a moment later. “They aren’t magical.”
“Muggles?” Harry whispered. “They’re muggles?”
“Perhaps,” she said as she closed the book. “It could be that they’re a part of a different magical community that aren’t…” Hermione stopped and looked him straight in the eyes. “But somehow they always end up in the Death Logs too, so it’s reasonable to think that they were muggles.”
“So the chances are that much greater that Malfoy…”
She shook her head no. “Harry, never assume anything. You don’t have the proof of him having anything to do with these deaths other than him being the recipient of their corpses. Besides, do you honestly think that Lucius woke up one morning, went into the muggle world, found a freak show and said, ‘Hey, that albino contortionist and that little man are getting on my last nerves. I think I might kill them in a way that won’t leave a mark magical or otherwise and send them to myself!’.”
Harry blinked at her. “What was that?”
“What?”
“About the freak show?”
She thought it over. “It just sounded correct. Where else would you find a little man and an albino…”
Kissing her cheek, he exclaimed, “You are a genius!”
Severus walked in later on that day to find Hermione sitting on the lounge, deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, going over to her.
“Harry called me a genius.”
“You are. What of it?”
“Usually I have an idea as to why. This time I don’t know.” She looked over to him and sighed, “Dinner time? Sheppard’s pie tonight, isn’t it?”
He helped her to her feet, taking the Death Log from her and setting it aside. “That isn’t good for you.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to ruin it by making it healthy,” she muttered.
He was about to say something when Harry came through the floo, looking haggard. “There’s another body. Hermione, it’s Dennis Creevy. They found him in Malfoy’s bed.”
***
It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "The Best is Yet to Come". This song is a standard and has been performed by quite a few people--the two most famous being Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett. Cookies go out to Narcissas Sister and genesismom! If I missed you, I'm sorry.
And here's the next song! ""I could feel my baby reviewing from a mile away/There was no use talking/There was nothing to say." Okay, here is your clue! The band's name is now a chain of bars/restaurants best known for just how little the waitresses are wearing rather than the food they serve. Though I must say, I have heard the chicken wings are good, but heaven only knows as this review was from guys more than likely after a pitcher or two of beer. Well, there you go! Have a fab day everyone!