CSI England

Ron focused the binoculars as closely as he could to get a clear images. The replayed the memory several time before Ron grabbed the window frame, then reached for his wand, freezing the memory. “Harry, come here and look at this!”



He took the binoculars, feeling his heart racing. “Focus on the hand. For a brief moment it slips out of the cloak and you can see it.” Ron’s excitement was infectious as he spoke.



Harry looked where Ron indicated and saw exposed fingers as the killer gripped the wall. His nails were typical male digits, nothing to get excited about but the partial glimpse of a tattoo was what threw his heart into palpitation.



They shared an excited look and exited the frozen memory. When they emerged they saw the memory looked like a block of ice and Penelope was looking at them both with a hopeful look.



Ron handed her the binoculars. Focus on the hand grabbed the wall. There is a partial tattoo showing, see if you can recreated it, or give us at least a shape of some kind.”



“I’ll do my best.” She said delving into the memory.



Harry and Ron took off to Malfoy Manor and were admitted right away. Draco saw their exicted faces and summoned Severus, who had Hermione right behind him.



“Professor, may we see your left hand please?” Harry asked. “Palm down.”



He looked over to Draco, who spoke for him. “Why?” He asked.



“We are looking for something that may exclude him from the investigation.” Ron answered. Draco gave Severus a nod and the man exposed his hand, as requested palm down.



Both Aurors looked carefully, the professors fingers, were thicker then the set in the memory and more telling then that, there was no tattoo. To be sure completely, Harry took out his wand and waved it over the professors hand. No covers vanished and no spells dissipated.



“Professor,” Harry said, “we can now unofficially exclude you as a suspect.” He said.



Hermione let out a sigh of relief and hugged Severus, but Draco was less convinced. “What do you mean unofficially?” He asked.



“There was something in the memory that was missed, a brief glimpse of a hand from under the cloak. There is a partial tattoo, or what looks like a tattoo, once we identify it we will know more. However the hand itself doesn’t match the professors, so we are going to focus elsewhere. Until we can match the hand to the killer, the suspect still remains unnamed.” Harry explained.



“But now we know we can focused to investigation elsewhere.” Ron told him.



“For all intents and purposes I am going to keep my client here until you have actually arrested someone.” He told the Aurors, who were not surprised. Draco was not the top paid legal counsel without reason. He defended innocent men and earned a notoriety of sorts for his advice, even as restricting as it was.



They took another trip to see Timothy to perform the same spell but he had left so they had no chance. The returned to the Ministry and began going over letters but found no clues.



A memo came flying at them from Penelope summoned them to the labs and they hurried down.



She handed them a photo of the Ravenclaw logo. “I knew I recognized it as I was putting it together, because it was my house. There is a sliver visible but once I began following the outline it was obvious.”



Harry and Ron looked at the image of the bird. “Vesna was in Ravenclaw, this was someone close to her.” Harry said.



“Some Ravenclaw.” Penelope muttered.



“What do you mean?’ Ron asked with a smile.



“Ravenclaws are selected on their wit and intelligence. We have ambition and we don’t waste time. This girl was trying to make a quick amount of cash by accusing the professor of rape expecting him to pay her for her silence. That’s a disgrace to the house.” She cleaned up her table while the two Aurors left the lab.



“If the killer is a Ravenclaw it makes sense he would be smart enough to cover his tracks and make sure he wasn’t caught.” Harry said.



“We need to find out who in her circle had a Ravenclaw tattoo. Her friends worked for Crabbe, lets start there.” Ron told him and they men left.







Hermione rode Severus harder, thrusting his hips, and holding his shoulders tightly. He held her hips and watched her breasts bounce all over the place as she moved her body.



She raised her legs and opened them side. Severus raised his weight on his elbows and look at where their bodied joined and saw her lips sliding up and down as his glistening cock submerged and withdrew from inside her. She braced her legs wide apart knowing the view he was getting was quite a stimulation.



He watched as she moved her hips leaning back on her arms to give him a better view. The site of her bright red throbbing clit and her wet lips around him, spurred him on. He lifted a hands and flicked his finger over her button releasing shrieks from his woman. She went wild and opened her legs wide sliding down and taking him fully.



This was always his favorite part and he never tied of seeing it. He felt her tighten down on him and saw her lips contract slightly, but he enjoyed even more was watching his hair and cock get soaked as she came loudly. The warmth flowed over him as she saw his cock shiny with a new wetness.



Before she let her weight drop he grabbed her waist and pulled her back over him. She held his shoulders and she was lifted and he moved into position. He was on his knees with her straddling him, still impaled on his cock.



She rested her feet beside his and clutched him with her knees as he rose up and then lowered. He was sliding in and out feeling her depth and slickness, but it wasn’t enough. He reached and hooked her knees over his elbows lifting her feet in the air. She had no choice but to hold onto his shoulders. She had no leverage with her feet and he wasn’t holding her waist.



He moved faster, rising up and down on his knees and thrusting into her. Her breasts were bouncing against his chest, her nipples hard and moving through his chest hairs as she was lifted and dropped down on his cock.



He was getting closer. He was fucking her harder and harder, stabbing her pussy with his cock and letting her drop down hard on him. Her toes curled in the air as she clawed onto his shouldered to keep from being dislodged. “Oh Merlin, Severus, I’ve missed you!” She cried out.



“Did you?’ He grunted, moving faster. Hermione felt as if she was riding a galloping horse. “Did you miss this too?” He asked, giving her neck a bite.



“Yes,” she breathed out, “nobody can fuck me like you do.” She felt him fuck her in hard shape jabs. Her body was thrown over the edge again and she called out his name as he thrust harder and harder, growling out as she labored for air. He thrust hard again and again before his arms began to twitch and he let her legs down.



Neither could stay upright and they fell together on the bed. Hermione landed flat on her back and Severus fell on top of her, still between her legs, burying his face in her neck. “There is nothing like a celebratory fuck is there my dear.”



“I love you.’ She told him. I never stopped.” He pinned her hands above her head and laced his fingers with hers.



“I know.” He said into her lips as he kissed her. “I love you too.”



KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!



Severus raised his head but nothing else. “Yes?” He called over his shoulder.



“Severus,” Draco said through the door, “I just wanted to let you know that you forgot to put a silencing spell on the room.” His footsteps carried him away but they weren’t heard. Hermione let out an embarrassed gasp and Severus was laughing into her neck.







Harry and Ron were given admittance into the back area of the restaurant. The girls they wanted to speak to were out on lunch and would be back soon, in the meantime Crabbe said they could wait in the back.



They were looking around to see if she may have left something but they could find nothing. Ron moved to the collage of photos. Several were added by the staff in homage to their late friend. Several notes to Vesna, even if she wasn’t around to read them, were left beside photos.



“This girl liked to go out.” Ron commented. Harry moved beside him and looked at the photos with him.



“She was always the life of the party according to her friends.” His eyes moved over the group photos pf her smiling and waving to the camera.



“It’s a shame she took the path she did.” Ron said. “Penelope was right. It wasn’t typical of her house. I wonder why the sorting hat put her there.”



“Maybe she had friends on the house and wanted to be with them.” He guessed.



“The hat asked her did it?” Ron said, glancing at his friend.



“It did with me.” Harry admitted. “It was trying to decide between Gryffindor and Slytherin but I kept saying anything by Slytherin, and it said if I …….” His words were stopped by Ron’s hand on his shoulder.



He looked up and froze. Ron’s eyes were wide open and he was staring at a single photo. He pulled Harry close and pointed. Harry’s own eyes widened and he felt his heart pound into his ribcage.



There, in the photo, was Vesna with a man. His arm was draped over her shoulder and on the back on his hand in perfect clarity, a Ravenclaw tattoo. Ron and Harry looked at each other for the briefest moment then turned and raced from the restaurant.





A/N: I\'ll post the final chapter soon, anyone care to guess who wears the infamous tattoo?