Criminal Heart

Just another story I had bouncing around my head. I haven’t felt very creative lately, so I decided to just pull out of my mind whatever just happened to be there.

Boy is it a doozy! Told in first person OC with an HG/SS pairing.

You know the drill.

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The Beat is strong
The Beat moves along
Shimmy and shake
Feel her body quake
Take her hand
Make her feel grand
Soar high above it all
And then watch the bitch fall


Hermione Jane Granger. Deceased.

Severus Tobias Snape. Suspect.

Why did I ever move from America to this gods forsaken hellhole? In America we never worried about Death Eaters or crazy shit like this. For some reason once you moved over the ocean, people just went fucking batshit crazy.

My eyes hurt and rubbing them isn’t making it any better. The crime scene looks more like a bloodbath and my suspect is sitting too calmly at the kitchen table. His black eyes are on me, almost like he’s trying to drill a hole through my skull.

He smirks.

Fucking asshole.

“Detective Moor, are you going to question Mr. Snape?” this rookie Auror asks me. He looks a little pale and he’s sweating. Apparently wizards in England don’t get a lot of these types of crimes, which is why I’m here.

I’ll question him. As soon as I beat the smirk off his fucking face.

I need to sit down anyway.

As I walk towards the kitchen I notice that for some reason, this room is the only room that doesn’t have ANY blood in it. I‘m going to need to look into that.

As I sit down across from Mr. Snape, I unbutton my coat and make sure my glock is visible to him. I’m not the type of person who likes dicking around.

“That’s a very interesting sidepiece you have there detective. What is it a Glock 17, semi-auto with .9mm rounds?” he asked as he eyed my gun. I ignore his question as I take out my notepad.

“Mr. Snape, what is your relationship to the deceased?”

“If you mean Miss Granger, I was her professor while she attended school. She was an…eager pupil if I do say so myself,” he smirks again. I’m about ready to slap that shit off his face.

“So was there an intimate relationship between the two of you? I don’t recall any of my professors paying me visits in the middle of the night. Why were you here so late Mr. Snape?” He didn’t answer me at first. He was too busy sipping some tea and inspecting his nails.

Finally he says to me, “There’s an easier way to question people detective. Why not just use a vial of Veratiserum on me? This will be over much more quickly.”

“You’re a Potions Master. There’s a possibility you could have immune yourself to the effects of such a potion. Now answer the question.”

My gun hand is just twitching for this guy to make another smart-ass comment.

“She was my apprentice. I came by tonight because we had a meeting concerning a potion we were going to create. A potion that could make a Horocrux without the person having to have commit murder in order to do so,” he went to stand and my hand immediately goes to my side, “I’m just going to retrieve my notes so I can show you why I came here.”

He has the nerve to sound pissed off.

“Auror Igby! Get over here!” I stare at the Potions Master and grip my gun a little tighter. He gets the message he sits back down. Good boy.

“Y-yes detective?” the rookie asks me.

“Mr. Snape, kindly tell Auror Igby where your notes are.”

He’s sneering at me now. Finally got that shitty smirk off your face you cocky bastard.

He points to a satchel hanging by the door. As the rookie goes to get it I see him cast a nervous glance at the clock.

“Need to be somewhere Mr. Snape?”

He scowls at me. Asshole.

The rookie returns with the satchel and hands it to me. One quick look at the dark wizard and he high-tails it back into the other room.

I look through his bag a see several sheets of paper with what I can only describe as chicken scratch. Tossing the satchel behind my chair I look at him. He’s watching the clock and his foot seems to be a bit antsy.

“Why’d you kill her Severus? Be honest with me. You two were having an affair, you wanted more, she didn’t, she mocked you, and you lost control. It’s OK. You can talk to me, I’m here for your benefit,” I’m trying to soothe him. Maybe he’ll tell me something useful.

He glances at me and tells me something I was a little surprised to hear, “We were not having an affair. We…were married. We married 3 months ago, just after she started the apprenticeship.”

“Did you catch her cheating on you with a younger wizard?”

He scowls again and then sighs. The dark wizard’s chuckling now. What the hell?

“What is it with you Americans and always assuming that the cause of death was the result of one or both parties committing an act of adultery? The answer to the question is no, I came home and it was like this,” he says as he gestures towards the room behind me.

Time to pull out the stops.

“Mr. Snape, that’s a bullshit lie and you know it. Your neighbors saw you enter the flat 10 minutes before they heard Miss Granger’s screams. So cut the crap and be honest with me. If you come clean, I can see about getting you a life sentence with chance of parole. If you sit here and continue lying to me I’ll personally make sure you get The Kiss. Now tell me why you killed Miss Granger.”

His scowl deepens and his face is turning an interesting shade of red. I can tell he wants to hex me into oblivion. “First off detective, her name is Mrs. Snape, as I said before we married 3 months ago in a private ceremony,” he states calmly, but his body betrays his voice.

I shrug, “Until I can prove that, she is Miss Granger to me. Now answer my question.”

Before he answers the rookie comes and taps me on the shoulder, “Detective Moor, you need to see this.”

I glance over at the greasy Potions Master and stand up. “Igby, keep an eye on him, I’ll be right back.”

I knew I shouldn’t have turned my back around.

I knew I should’ve told Igby to get someone else to watch him.

I hear the hex before I can draw my gun.

“EXPELLIARMUS!”

I hit the wall as Igby crashes throw the wall.

The Aurors come rushing towards us as I hear the back door open. Shit!

I manage to spring to my feet, I’m a little shaky, but I’m not going to let this guy get away.

I bolt for the door, gun drawn and see him running towards the end of the alley.

Taking the stairs three at a time, I manage to get to the bottom of the stairs just as I see him getting ready to Apparate.

“Stop right there Snape!” My gun is pointed at him, right between the eyes. I don’t miss.

“You do not know what you are doing Detective! I have to go to her before it’s too late!” he pleads.

No more bullshit. I am tired of playing these games. “Snape, come with me right now. I can shoot a gun faster than you can Apparate! Lets not make things messier then it already is!”

He shakes his head at me.

Suddenly he thrusts his palm forward. I manage one shot before I’m thrown back in the wall.

Before I blackout, I hear him cry out in pain and then Apparate away.

Gotcha.

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Bright lights. Why do they always use the bright fucking lights?

“She’s waking up now. Give her some room.”

“If you don’t get that bright light out of my eyes I’m going to shoot you full of fucking holes!” I scream at whoever has the light on me.

Suddenly its taken away and I open my eyes fully. I’m still in the alley, lying on the ground with a bunch of knucklehead Aurors. How sweet they look worried…fuckheads.

“Detective Moor I am so sorry about what happened. It all happened so fast and he didn’t have a wand!” Igby tries to explain to me.

The Auror to my left helps me to my feet; my head is still a little swimmy, but not so much as I deck that stupid rookie in the face.

“Next time keep your eyes and wand on the suspect instead of on my ass!” I yell. The Aurors step back as I march back up to the flat. I hear someone conjuring up bandages behind me as they try to dress the nasty gash on the back of my head. I shove them aside as I make my way back up the stairs, I don’t need no stinking bandages.

As I enter the kitchen, one of the Aurors comes up to me and says, “He’s gotten away. Where do you think he’s gone?”

I shove him aside and make my way to the front of the flat. I need to find my bag.

I can hear them whispering to each other behind my back. “If you guys don’t busy yourself with something else besides gossiping and idle chit chat, someone is going to be joining Miss Granger in the morgue!”

That got their attention.

Aha! There it is!


Now, just to give some background; I come from a magical family and was born magical. Some time around the age of 10 I lost all of my magic. Healers, scholars, witchdoctors, no one could tell my parents what had happened to me. They couldn’t label me a squib because I was magical. They just chalked in up as a freak accident and sent me on my way.

So, being the bright child that I was I decided to continue study magic and learned how to magic enchanted objects that I could use.

Case in point, my Glock.

Nothing special about the gun itself, but the bullets it hold are very much special. All it took was a very smart friend with a Potions Degree, trial and error, and you’ve got yourself a gun that shoots tracking bullets. The bullets themselves contain a special brew that once it comes in contact with the object it releases its contents making said object a living beacon that can be traced anywhere in the country you are in. It lasted 27 hrs.

Now I only hope that Snape hasn’t left the country.

I pull out a small disk and a vial of the same potion used in the bullets. I pour 3 drops onto the disk and wait.

Nothing.

Shit he better not have skipped town.

Wait. There was a sudden soft glow illuminating on the disk that shows him close to the shorelines.

I smile, my first real smile in a while.

“Gotcha.”

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So here’s the first installment. This will probably be a 2-3-chapter story.


Feedback appreciated!


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