CSI England

The knocked on Malfoy Manor and were admitted by a house elf who quickly summoned the master of the house. “Ron, Harry, do you have news?” Draco asked leading him into the study. They were joined by Severus and Hermione.



“Should I leave?” She asked then with a lifted eyebrow.



“Hermione, stop. It was a formal interview room, we had to ask you to leave.” Ron told her.



“I know, I know. I just want to help.” She said sitting next to Severus.



‘Then stay here, don’t create a doubt at all.” Harry told her. “A woman who lives in a flat above one of the shops saw the attack and gave us a memory.”



“Then Severus is no longer a suspect?” Draco asked.



“He isn’t formally a suspect anyway, but no we haven’t eliminated him. The woman saw the back of the man. He was wearing a hooded cloak. What she saw was an argument, a fight, the rape and him leaving her there.” Harry confirmed.



“We had a model made from the memory and if you don’t mind professor, we’d like you to put on this cloak so we can measure you.” Ron asked him, holding out long black garment. Severus looked to his legal advisor.



“What is that?” Draco asked.



“A duplicate of the cloak the attacker was wearing. We had it made from the memory.” Harry said.



Draco nodded to Severus who stood and put the cloak on, hood and all. Ron quickly took measurements. And then removed the cloak. “According to this, you are an inch taller and two inches broader in the shoulders.” Ron said.



“The Ministry barrister can still claim an accurate match up with that,’ Draco said, “considering it came from a memory.”



“True enough.” Harry said. “Professor, what size of your shoe?”



“Twelve.” He answered.



“Well there’s something. The shoe size in the memory is nine and a half and we have a full view of his feet.”



“That’s not enough to clear him as a suspect. It is only a persons memory after all.” Draco said, wanting something more definite to exclude his client from the case.



“Correct.” Ron said. ‘Professor, do you recognize this handwriting?” He held up the letter for Severus to see.



“No I cant say that I recall it.” He said.



“What about you Hermione?” Ron asked her. “Did you come across it during your investigation?” She shook her head.



“Someone saw us in the alley?” Severus asked, as Ron put the letter away.



“Apparently so.” He said. “Do you remember anyone from then. Maybe someone a few days after it happened giving you a strange look?”



Severus shook his head. “No.”



“Well as of right now, we still need to you stick with your lawyer. If we have any more questions, we need to be able to get to you immediately.”



He agreed and the two Aurors left the Manor. Severus didn’t feel much relieved though. His shoe size may be different but as Draco said, it was only a memory.







The next morning Harry and Ron returned to Vesna’s flat. The spoke to several neighbors. A woman at the end of the hall finally gave them something to go on.



“Big man that one. Strong as a drago, but he had a temper in him.” The woman said.



“Did you get a name?” Ron asked.



“No, I never heard a name, but he was around often enough. I know that flat mate of hers didn’t like him. He got angry over the smallest things. She left with some friends and he didn’t want her to go. That was a big fight. There was a loud bang in the flat and then he was in the hallway yelling that he was tired of her anyway. She must’ve thrown him out or her flat mate did.”



“Where is her flatmate?” Harry asked.



“Visiting family in Scotland I believe. He was talking about it the other day.” She said.



“Do you know the flat mates name?” Ron asked her.



“William McDonough.”







The checked with the Ministry and he was listed since he too was getting aide for classes. He had a focused curriculum though and would finished with it that term, then he would be qualified as a lab assistant for the ministry spells center.



Finding his family address was easy enough as well and by lunch time they had a portkey to a small town in Scotland.



“Mr. McDonough?” They greeted an old man who was baling hay for horses.



“Yes?” He said turning around.



“We are looking for William. Is he here?” Harry asked.



“WIILIAM!” He shouted over his shoulder.



“Ach pa, I’m right here.” A young man came in carrying a pitchfork.



“William McDonough?” Ron asked, looking at the somewhat lanky man with glasses, sweating from his work load. He seemed grateful for a break.



“Yes.” He said pushing his glasses back in place.



“You are Vesna Izzanitch’s flatemate?” Harry asked.



“Yes. Who are you?” He asked.



“I’m Auror Potter, this is Auror Weasley.”



“Auror’s, is she in some kind of trouble?” He asked.



Ron and Harry exchanged a look. “How long have you been here?” Harry asked him.



“I got here yesterday morning before dawn. The sun wasn’t up and I wanted to help out pa with the milkin’ and egg hunti’.”



“When was the last time you saw Vesna?” Harry asked him.



“The day before yesterday, what’s this all about?” He asked.



Ron and Harry exchanged a look, then Harry inhaled and exhaled. “Mr. McDonough, Vesna was found dead yesterday morning.”



The young man looked from one to the other wondering who was going to say it was a joke then he looked to the ground and his bottom lip quivered. “Here boy, sit down.” His father put a stool behind him and help his son sit down while the boy took off his glasses and cried loudly, refusing to hold anything in.



“What happened to the lass?” The old man asked.



“She was found raped and beaten behind an abandoned building in Knockturn Alley.” Ron said with as much dignity as possible.



The cried got louder and Ron was reminded of his own father as the old man knelt on one knee and comforted his son. The allowed him several minutes until the red eyed boy looked up at them.



“Do you know who did this?” He asked.



“No we don’t, but we may have a leave, if you can help us.” Harry told him.



“What can I do?” He asked, wiping his eyes.



“A neighbor said she argued with a boyfriend not too long ago. She remember a fight and the man being thrown out. Do you know who she was talking about?” He asked.



“That would be Timothy Holland. He didn’t take it well. He through a chair against the wall. That’s when she said she’d had enough. We both told him to leave that day.” He said.



“Had he been physical before?” Harry asked.



“Just once that I can remember. He wanted to her to stop seeing some friend of hers. Jenny didn’t like boyfriends, she just liked sex and she made no excused. He thought she might be bringing Vesna to parties and helping her cheat, but she wasn’t. He didn’t seem to believe her and when she turned away he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. She had a bruise on her arm for three days.” He wiped his eyes and nose again, while his father patted him on his back.



“Do you recognize this?” Ron asked him, taking out the letter and holding it out.



“No, I don’t.” He said. “Timothy wasn’t the letter writing type.”



“What does this Timothy look like?” Ron asked.



“He’s tall, and strong, with broad shoulders. He works out a lot, because he works with magical creatures, he needs to handle hippogriffs and dragons sometimes. He has light brown hair and green eyes, big bushy eyebrows and a scar on his cheek under his eye. He told Vesna he got it from a hippogriff claw.”



“Thank you Mr. McDonough, you’ve been a great help. When will you be returning home? We may need to speak to you again.”



“I could go back today I suppose.” He told Harry.



“You go on son, they may need you.” His father said.



“We will contact you there is we have anymore questions.” Ron said before he left.



“Vesna was afraid that man she accused might want revenge. Do you think he might have done this?” He asked.



“Right now the evidence isn’t indicating anything definite, but we are looking at every angle.” Harry said just before they left.



When they portkey landed them back at the Ministry, Ron straightened his robes. “I’d like to meet this Timothy Holland.” He said.



“So would I.” Harry agreed.