Searching for a true Identity

Searching For A True Identity

Chapter 7 - Something for Snape

”Let’s match some blood samples,” he told Plat. They did just that and was very busy with their work. After half an hour Blaise came with news.

“Alright, it seems like our last found victim was named Dave Linger, 34, single. Book editor...”

Harry nodded he had expected this person to have something to do with books.

“So where does that put us? Our killer chooses females and males, different ages, different looks. Even their jobs are different but it connects with writing, books, etc...” Said Emerald thoughtfully.

Draco sighed.

“If the men are raped as well I suggest that we have a Bi sexual killer in our hands:”

“You’re right. But we’ll have to wait for Pansy’s results.”

“There is something else you should know. Dave Linger had a fake identity as John Hammet. Dave Linger is his real name. We have no clue as to why he’d have a false identity to begin with,” said Blaise.

“All right. Look it up, keep it in mind. Make sure that his friends spill all the covered secrets. Take a first year with you and question his friends. Don\'t forget to milk out everything about the reasons for the new identity. It might be our key to the case,” he reminded Blaise.

Emerald turned to Platinum.

“One of those two men are possible gay.”

“Does it matter?” Plat asked him lazily.

“Yes I think it might. Why would he rape straight men? He must have known them frombefore because he has chosen those persons carefully.”

“Why?”

“That’s what we need to find out,” said Em with an ironic smile.

“Ill go down to Pansy and tell her that we found nothing special in the blood samples, no diseases, drugs or anything else. Could you label the blood groups to each victims?” Harry asked Draco.

“Yeah, sure.”

Harry slipped down in the secret passage. He watched from a ledge the activity in the chamber. He was high up, almost at the roof. A stone stair led down to the floor. They had improved the chamber with lights, and a hygienic atmosphere. No more mice or green slime or water. And down in the chambers they could use computers because the protection of Hogwarts didn’t reach down there.

He walked down the stair.

“Hi Emerald. Would you like to help me to go through those organs?” Millicent Bullstrode asked and held up a lever or whatever it wasinfront of him to see.

He pulled a face.

“No thanks, I think I’ll save it for another time. Yeah, I have to go see Pansy...” he said and backed away hirriedly. He could hear Millicent laugh behind him. He had always hated this part of the job. He couldn’t possible understand why someone would actually enjoy digging through a dead body. He had done it many times himself and he sure as hell didn’t enjoy it!

“Hi Pansy. How’s things going?” he asked her.

“Fine, with a little bit of more time,” she said.

“How long do you need?” he asked.

“About 23 hours actually. For the tests results to show and I’m only at the third body even if I’ve got some help. I’m a bit rosty I guess,” she sighed.

“It’s all right. We’re all a bit out of shapebut even sowe’re still the best in the world,” he said truthfully.

“You didn’t look like you’ve been gone from those business at all! You took command straight the way,” she said.

“Oh I did, didn’t I?” he asked smugly and she rolled her eyes.

“So what about Laura Keen, our number one victim. What was the marks on her back?” he asked.

“Belt, defiantly,” Pansy said confidently. And showed him a picture of it. He looked at it and nodded. He had thought it would be a belt or whip or something close to it.

“Have you found any DNA traces that could lead us to our killer?” he asked and took a look at the body she was working with for the moment. It was one of the men.

“Sorry but it’s to early to say. You’ll have to wait. We’ve found some semen, due,” she answered while cleaning some of herwork tools.

“And?” he asked.

“We did a quick matching test with the other bodies. It’s matching so they’ve been raped by the same person,” she said and swept her hair out of her eyes.Harry nodded; it was expected. He told her that.

“It was expected. It actually makes it a lot easier for us. We don’t have to look for a second person who\'s a killer.”

Pansy nodded and disclosed something he was unable to identify into a plastic bag.

“Take this to lab three and give it to Joanne, a fourth year.”

He nodded and left.

“Hey Joanne! I’ve got something for you! It’s from Parkinson and I have no idea what it is. I suppose you’re the one to find out,” he said and gave her the bag with a teasing smilewhen she reached for it.

“I have to go. Pass me the report of it later, will you?” She nodded distractedly. She was pretty occupied with drenching the odd thing in some liquid. Harry decided that he’d better start looking at the files again so he could create a tableau on the white board to get the general picture of the case. By doing that he could get an insight in what was going on in the mudurers head.

He went to the common room again and started working. He left out their names. Heonly wrote our eye colour, hair colour, town, age, work...

That’s about it. He didn’t need details yet. An identity; an name of the victims would only cause unnessecarily disturbanc in the clues. It was easier to get the picture with anonymous faces and traits.

The next day he looked for the article Rita promised before he remembered that it would take a bit moretime for it to be printed. He was very tired today because he was up working late almost every night now.

“Look! Pansy Parkinson is sleeping at the table!” Seamus Finnigan said and pointed.

Harry covered his found smile with a hand over his mouth. Apparently he wasn’t the only one tired. He alerted Draco on Pansy’s situation. He could see Draco snort before he walked over to Pansy and woke her up. Harry had ordered a coffee latte from Dobby and he sat and drank small gulps of it from time to time.

“Did you have a vision or something? Because you look tired mate,” Ron said suddenly.

Harry glared.

“Brilliant observation Ron!” he hissed sourly.

“Uh, sorry. I just wondered I guess...”

“Ron, that didn’t make sense!” said Hermione with a sigh.

“Did too! Harry knows me, he understood, didn’t you?” Ron said and turned to him expectantly.

“Whatever. Hermione, a word with you please,” he said and stood up.

Ron watched them confused.

“What about me?” he asked.

“Sit here. Hermione will be right back,” he said.
Hermione followed him confused. He led her to a broom closet.

“Er, Harry? What are we doing here?” she asked when he closed the door after him and they stood in a complete darkness. He didn’t answer. Instead he lit his wand. He sat down on the floor and dragged downHermione with him.

“Stop it Harry! You’re making me nervous.”

“Oh there is no need to be nervous. I just wanted to tell you something,“ he said.

“What?” Hermione asked him slightly suspicious and distrusting.
“I know that you like Dean-“

Hermione made a small strangled sound and was about to protest. Harry beat her to it.

“There is nopointdenying it. I know you do. It’s obvious for one who knows you well.”

Hermione blushed and looked at her feet.

“I happen to know that Dean and Ginny broke up. I am willing to help youget together with Dean if you help me.”

“Okey. It sounds reasonable. What do you need help with?” she asked.

“I am going to cut theHistory of magic lessonsand I need you to take notes for me.”

“You can’t do that!” she protested.

“Do you want Dean or not? Besides, it’s only for a while. I need the time to sort out my feelings about Sirius,” he lied and she softened.

“Oh Harry! Why didn’t you say so? I can take notes even if you don’t plot me together with Dean!” she said and flung her arms around him.

“Hm, I’ll help you Hermione,” with the intention to actually do it but for a very selfish reason.

Because if he made Hermione and Dean a couple they would pay less attention to him and that left him to have more freedom without making up so many excuses for leaving the tower during the evenings and he saved time. And then he only needed to match Ron with someone. A piece of cake!

“Hey! Wait up!” said Blaise Zabini to him when he ran late to DADA. 20 minutes late.

He had been plotting Ron together with a Ravenclaw. But Ron didn’t know that yet.

“Is it really important Blaise? Because I’m late, really, reallylate!” he said impatiently.

“It is. I found out that Dave Linger had a false identity because he had gotten on the wrong side with a drug dealer.”

Harry stopped and turned around, suddenly very interested.

“Really? It could be a drug dealer who is the killer! Try to find out if the others have been into drugs, no matter when or what age they might have been in, would you?”

“I’ve already begun.”

“Good! I need to go!”

He tried to slip into the classroom unoticed but failed miserably.

“Mr Potter! Where have you been?” Professor Reen asked him.

“I’m afraid I got hold up,” he shrugged.

Reen was about to let it go when Remus spoke up.
“Detention Potter. We speak more of it after class. Take a seat.”

Reen looked horrified.

“Detention? But M-Reeemuuus! That’s sooo unfair!” Reen whined childishly.

“He was late and he’ll have to deal with the consequences of that,” said Remus sternly.

“You’re so mean! You know that I always hated detention when I got one!”
“Will you SHUT UP? You’ve been going on my fucking nerves all day!” Remus bellowed.

He composted himself quickly when he saw the belliwered class.

“Sorry for that. It’s near full moon,” said Remus and Harry thought he heard him say ‘and Reen really is a pain the ass’ before Remus turned on Reen who lay laughing his heart out on the floor.

“Will you stop it?” he asked frustrated.

Hermione actually smiled and it stuck Harry that she knew something about Reen that he didn’t. He took a glance at Ron and saw hat he knew it too.

He sighed. There was just too much going on in his life right now and he needed to decide what to concentrate on. And he would chose SL. When the class wasover he wentto the front of the classroom to speak withRemus.

“You told me about some kind of a detention Professor?” he asked.

“I’m sorry Harry but as your teacher I’m obliged to give you one.”

“I understand sir.”

“Please call me Remus when we’re alone.”

“OK.”
“I think it’s OK to make you serve it with me and Orion six o’clock.”

“But dinner-“

“No time for that, sorry,” said Remus lightly and had Harry wondering what he had really planned for detention.
“So Harry, what have you been up to? Where were you?” Orion asked.

“I’ve been around.”

“C’mon tell us! It’s alright if you were snogging someone,” Orion grinned.

“Oh really? Well, then I need see no need to keep it all inside of me. I was down in the dungeons with Snape and had some kinky sex and he fucked me deep into the mattress. And then Blaise Zabini came and we had a third,” he said brutally raw and shocked the two men because he didn’t let on that he only joked.

“Oh I forgot, that was just a wet dream of mine! So if you excuse me, I’ve got to go and hunt down a certain someone and live it out,” he said.

He laughed as he scrolled down to potions. Half way through the lesson Reen stormed in.

“YOU!” he shouted and pointed an accusing finger at Snape threateningly. “You fucking perverted old fucking son of a bitch!”

Remus came running inside and stunned Orion.

“Sorry, he got loose,” he apologised. He levitated Orion out of the classroom and closed the door after him.

Harry got cold when Snape turned on him slowly.

“My office Potter!”

“Another joke of yours I assume?” Snape asked him after slamming his office door harshly.

“Er yeah, sorry,” he said.

Snape sighed.

“I wish you could stop involving me in your stupid jokes!”

“I can’t help that Reen is insane!”

“No I guess not,” said Snape surprisingly. “What did you say this time?”

“Uh, I rather not repeat it sir.”

“Do it Potter!”

\"Fine but no! Why don’t you just watch it? Where’s your pensive?” he asked and looked around.

“Oh I bet you wanna know,” said Snape.

But he did go and brought it.

“All right, here we go,” said Harry and added the memory.

Snape watched it.

“I gotta admit that it was amusing to see their faces. So you’re really Bi-sexual then?”

“Why, wanna fuck?” he asked daringly.

Snape pulled a face.

“No, you’re not my type!”

“It was worth a try,” he said and shrugged.

Snape glared at him.

“So you did it with Malfoy then?” Snape asked.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“The potion cure.”
“You’ll never know.”

Harry leaned closer to Snape.

“So Snape, do you have a partner?”

“No I don’t,” said Snape and leaned back a bit to keep the distance.

“Do you want one then?”

“Not if I can help it?” he said but it sounded questiongly, almost hesitant.

“Do you just want some crazy sex then?”
Snape’s cheeks coloured slightly.

“Depends on who it is with.” Harry took a deep breath. He knew that he someday would regret this but that time, that pain.

“Me.” The silence after he said that was disturbingly tense.

“You?” Snape repeated in a voice without any feelings.

“Yeah. Right now, right here.”

“Uh...”

“C’mon Snape! I never took you for a coward! Show me what you’ve got!” Harry whispered in the man’s ear and climbed onto his lap. he had managed to get Snape to sit down at his desk.

So, he hated Snape but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t interested in the man’s equipment!