The Case of the Death Eater's Deception

[Kandice]

I'm totally lost and don't know where I am or where you're going but I have faith the the pieces will come together. I keep looking for the alebraic equation but I guess we aren't going to have one in this story, are we? Kandie

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Chapter 4

Well it took them a day, but the news of my latest victory is finally in the Daily Prophet. I find myself nearly giddy with accomplishment, my power is being recognized at last. People are panicking and with the Ministry involved they are sure to get it wrong. They'll never find me. It feels so good to finally rid myself of those who have burdened me for so many years. There is only one more who stands in my way and then I will have all I desire. One more person I need to dispose of, but perhaps I shall find others just for fun. There are many people the wizarding world can do without: those who are against our cause, the Muggle loving fools, and those with impure heritage.

I find that I am extremely desperate for funds. I will have to try and make new contacts today. A trip to Knockturn Alley perhaps with a few of my precious items. I better hurry and take care of business before I find myself too late to cash in. I know several dealers have stopped doing business.

Albus and Minerva were in his office discussing their trip the day before, they only had a few minutes left before the rescheduled staff meeting.

"The Ministry workers have made a right mess of this," Minerva complained. "I don't understand how there could be no information at the scenes, even You-Know-Who always left his mark."

"It says here that Braswell was eating his dinner yet there is no mention of the meal, who served him if anyone, whether or not he had house elves do it, or even if he had guests as there is no mention of the service used or the amount of food consumed or left over." Albus was pacing again as had become the norm as of late.

"It's the same at Smythe Manor, the portraits are all still angry but they don't know anything. The Ministry didn't even record the approximate time of death and no one has even the vaguest description of the murderer. Was he tall, short, thin, fat, how could they not notice," Minerva added to their list of questions. "They don't even know how he entered the homes."

"My dear, what frustrates me is that no mention of the flame Felix conjured is included in the report although two statements were given that he held a flaming quill in his left hand. He holds his wand in his right hand so he must have done it himself." Albus let out a deep sigh. "The Aurors' reports aren't any better. They are lengthier and more detailed but it still amounts to zero clues and zero suspects."

"Well, you knew two of the victims. Perhaps we should approach it from that angle. Have you ever heard Felix mention fires or flames before? Did Cleopatra mention anyone who had been behaving oddly around her lately?"

"I hadn't spoken to Cleo in several weeks but I saw Felix last week and we spoke briefly about several ministry matters but nothing pressing. Years ago he asked me about children who played with fire and whether or not I had students engaged in the practice of purposely setting things aflame; he wanted to know if this behavior if recognized early could be changed. He was worried about a nephew or cousin or something and thought the child was headed for a life of crime." Albus gave his head a small shake. "I don't think its connected with these crimes. This was at least fifteen years ago or more."

Minerva sighed heavily, they still weren't getting anywhere. "Well both Felix and Cleo worked for the Ministry in some way, but then there's William. He was a retired professor, how does he fit in?" She thought for a moment, "Albus, did you notice that both William and Felix were killed in a very brutal manner, but Cleo's was a much cleaner death. Why just use the death curse on her but torture the other two?"

"Maybe our killer is a gentleman," quipped Albus although she could hear the anger just beneath the surface. "Perhaps the other two men struggled and it angered the killer. It doesn't make sense though because Cleo would have fought far sooner than William would have done."

"Perhaps she wasn't given the chance," Minerva mused. "We know Felix had his wand, do you think the others did?"

"Braswell's wand was in his bedroom. I know Voldemort is gone but he should not let his guard down so far as to not have it on his person even at home." Albus flipped through several sheets before stopping on one page. "Odd, Cleo had her wand on her but it had not been used since apparating home."

Minerva thought about that for a moment, "The killer must have snuck up behind her then, but it's odd she hadn't performed any spells at all that evening. Do you think she was killed earlier than they suspected? Has anyone asked the neighbors if they saw anyone on the property that day?"

Albus shook his head. No one had spoken to the neighbors since the portraits had said they hadn't heard a sound. This was very sloppy work. "Minerva, lets have a short meeting and then go interview a few of the neighbors around Cleo's home."

"Alright," she agreed. "We're late for the staff meeting anyway."

They conducted the meeting as quickly as possible, for which the other staff members were grateful. Though they did wonder at the haste with which the headmaster sped through the agenda and the distracted and distressed looks on both his and Minerva's faces throughout. When the meeting ended, Albus and Minerva rose from the table and exited the school, leaving their confused colleagues behind to ponder their actions.

When they arrived at Cleo's home, they found the lead investigator Michael Wood on the front lawn. Minerva groaned inwardly and they stood by as he had his picture made and gave a brief quote to the Daily Prophet reporter before moving forward to ask him if any progress had been made.

"Hello, Professors," he greeted them. "Didn't expect to see you here. How are things at Hogwarts?"

Minerva resisted the urge to hex the casual attitude out of the young man and was glad that Albus answered him.

"I'm afraid we have larger matters than the school on our minds right now, Michael," he said. "We would like to look over the house ourselves and speak to the neighbors. Have you found anything new today?"

"There's nothing here, Professors. I spoke with the portraits. There was no point in speaking with the neighbors. These old birds around here go to bed with the chickens." He coughed uncomfortably. "No offense, of course."

"Are you calling me old, Mr. Wood," Minerva asked, raising an eyebrow and making the young man uncomfortable.

Luckily for both of them, Albus stepped in, "Just the same, I think we'd like to talk to them ourselves."

"If you want to try to obtain information then be my guest just make sure you let me know if something comes from it. It’s my case, you know." Michael Wood took a comb from his pocket and pulled it through his hair. "I might do a bit of interviewing myself." Albus and Minerva followed his eyes to a tall young woman approaching the house next door.

"Right," Minerva sniffed disdainfully. "Let's get started then shall we," she said pointedly to Albus.

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Albus took her elbow and led her in the opposite direction. They would interview those neighbors last and begin with the house on the other side of Cleo. An hour later, a discouraged Albus and Minerva began their trek back to Cleo's house. They had stopped at each house on the street as well as those across the street.

"What now?" asked Minerva.

Albus thought for a moment. "Let's try the next street over, the killer may have run off through the back garden."

Half an hour later they still had found out nothing. Albus and Minerva didn't understand how an entire community could have stood by while one of their oldest and most respected members was being murdered and not heard a sound. They walked back to the house slowly and looked around for Michael. He was standing in the front lawn looking quite useless.

"Did you find anything?" he asked a bit too eagerly as they approached.

"I'm afraid not," Albus answered, rubbing his temple with one hand, he had a tremendous headache.

Michael eyed the Headmaster for a moment. He glanced over at Professor McGonagall who was giving Dumbledore an odd look. It was almost like she didn't believe him. With a narrowing of his eyes he asked his former professors what they intended to do next. This was his case after all; if they wanted to interfere they were going to have to cooperate.

"I think we should head back to the castle,"said Albus wearily.

"You go ahead," Minerva told him. "I need to pick up some things in Diagon Alley and I might as well do it now while I'm out. I'll come to your office when I get back to the school, it shouldn't take long."

"Alright," Albus agreed. "Be careful and I'll see you soon."

Minerva apparated away to the shopping street and Albus left a moment later for Hogwarts. Michael stood there for a moment and then decided he might as well call it a day as well, he had done enough work for one afternoon.

Minerva did her shopping quickly, stopping off at Flourish and Blotts to pick up a new Transfiguration text she was considering using and then going on to Gringotts to withdraw some money. On the way she stopped to glance in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies at the new broomstick on display. As she passed a small side street, a stunning spell hit her in the arm and she was knocked off her feet briefly. As she struggled to get up and reached for her wand, her body not fully cooperating due to the curse, she was grabbed from behind and someone began dragging her down the alley.

She struggled against him, trying to turn around and see who her assailant was. He kept a tight hold on her waist and receded further into the shadows. Unable to reach her wand, Minerva did the only other thing she could think of. She transformed into a cat and clawed her way free of the man's grip, feeling her claws drag across his flesh for a moment. She hit the pavement and took off back down Diagon Alley toward the entrance, not stopping until she was certain she was a safe distance away. Transforming back, she apparated to the gates of Hogwarts and rushed inside to Albus' office.

Minerva shut the door to the office behind her with a snap and leaned heavily against it, trying to catch her breath. Albus took one look at her disheveled appearance and the look in her eyes and rose from his desk to cross to her side.

He had her in his arms a second later. His hands roamed over her body searching for injuries while providing comfort at the same time. She trembled as he rubbed her back in a circular motion and he tucked her head beneath his chin. They remained standing together for several minutes before he led her to the sofa and sat her down.

"Are you okay?" he asked, surprised that his voice shook.

"I was attacked, Albus. I was walking down the street and someone threw a curse at me."

"Did you see your attacker?" he asked.

"No," she answered, still shaky from the memory. "I transformed as soon as I could and ran away. I didn't even attempt to fight, some Gryffindor I am...but I think I did scratch his face. I'm almost certain it was a man, he was too strong and too big to be a woman."

"We need to report this, Minerva. It might save another person." He looked deeply into her eyes. "Are you certain you don't remember anything else? It happened very quickly I'm sure. Why not relax and try to think it over?" He moved away from her for a moment and she thought she heard him say, “Thank Merlin she's safe” before beginning to pace.

Minerva sat on the couch, watching Albus pace and trying to remember what happened. It had all been very quick, just as he said, but she closed her eyes and tried to visualize it. All she could remember was a tall hooded figure. She hadn't really seen him until after she transformed and cats have no sense of color so Minerva didn't even know what color his hair and eyes were. Tears of frustration formed in her eyes when she realized she'd had the opportunity to possibly identify the man who had been terrorizing their world and she had wasted it.

She was torn from her thoughts by the arrival of several Aurors from Albus' fireplace. He had fire called Alastor while she sat deep in thought. He had come immediately after summoning three other Aurors to accompany him. Minerva shuddered to think these same men may have been investigating her death at this very moment if she hadn't gotten away. Their questions were many and poured forth quickly, but Minerva had no answers for them. She felt lost and overwhelmed and desperately wanted to be alone with Albus again. While telling the men everything she could remember about the attack in Diagon Alley, Minerva tried to catch Albus' eye and urge him to hurry them up.

They finally left half an hour later after telling her to be careful and promising to let the professors know if they found anything; Alastor hung behind a moment to issue a warning for "Constant Vigilance." When they were gone, Albus sat next to Minerva and took her into his arms again. She buried herself gratefully into his embrace and closed her eyes. Listening to Minerva tell her story over and hearing the questions directed at her impacted Albus more deeply than before. He could have lost her. He couldn't think about the murders anymore. He helped Minerva to her feet and led her into his bedroom. It wasn't even dinnertime but they needed to spend time just reassuring each other that everything was fine.

Dammit! That was sloppy work. I let the bitch get away and now I'll have to try again. What if she saw me? I'll have to watch the papers closely tomorrow. There is no way she'll wander out on her own again, I'll have to move closer to her and watch her carefully. I was an idiot to attempt to kill her in the street. I should have worked out a plan instead of acting spontaneously. Damn, damn, damn! I will get her but I better take care of someone else now. I don't need anyone looking into her background for enemies. Maybe if I kill someone else they won't think she was targeted on purpose and I'll have more time. She won't expect me to come after her again. The street certainly emptied out quickly, could the news be out already? Ah, I hear footsteps. There is always one fool who believes he is above danger.

That was easy enough. A quick killing curse and a nameless fool fell in the street. I hope it started a panic, sadly I could not linger to find out. Now what to do about the cat, I have to be able to get close to her. If I know Dumbledore, he will watch his bed warmer carefully. She must be alone when I complete my task.

Albus crushed the Daily Prophet with his hands and thrust the newspaper into the fire. What fools they were. Another death had occurred just hours after Minerva was attacked and those idiots had the nerve to print that Minerva might have seen her attacker. Do they realize they have made her a target for the killer? He is certain to try to kill Minerva again. Albus rose and headed to his bedroom. She was going to have to remain in the castle unless he was able to accompany her.

[Karlynne]

That was the best chapter yet. I swear you are an incredible writer. I think you should be published. Karlie

[Sensiblyquirky]

Excellent chapter. Poor Minerva... Looking forward to the updates.

your pal

[Kandice]

Oh my things are certainly getting trickier. I have a couple of ideas rolling around in my head now, maybe one will pan out. Kandie

[tayryn]

i am SO not good at figuring out mysteries... at all! but i am still thoroughly enjoying this!!

very, very nicely written! you have most certainly kept my attention for each bit!!

[Hogwarts Duo]

Wow! This was a fantastic chapter and then to have Minerva attacked at the end of it...wowzers! I'm thankful that she was able to transform into tabby but now the stakes are even higher then before. Albus lost Cleo but I dare say he'll not lose Minerva. I love this story! ^_^

[Kassandra]

There are a lot of killings in this story. Is there only one killer? I know you won't answer. Kassie

[ginger newts]

Chapter 5

Bugger, the papers say McGonagall might have seen me. I have to get to her before they find me. But how? She'll never leave the castle after this article... I have to go to Hogwarts. I can't let anyone see my face. Damn her for scratching me. The Ministry may be effective enough to have the Healers contact them if someone with scratches on their face comes in for treatment. I need a plan. How can I stay close and yet not be noticed? Hogwarts is surely swarming with people this summer. I'll need a place to hide, a way to blend in... That's it!

After throwing the paper into the fire, Albus woke Minerva and they went down to breakfast. As she took her seat, Minerva noticed that everyone seemed reluctant to make eye contact with her. She knew Albus hadn't told anyone about what happened to her yesterday, so she decided it must have made the papers. That was all she needed.

"Minerva, I forgot I was taking my sister over to our Aunt Charlotte's house. I won't be able to attend the workshop with you on Friday." Professor Vector did look apologetic and Minerva nodded at her in acceptance.

She had been looking for a way out of going to the workshop and now she needn't attend. She turned her attention to her oatmeal and added a drop of cream to it and stirred. She listened to the hushed conversations around her. Harold was complaining about having to spend another glorious day in the dungeons brewing while Filius was trying to get someone to volunteer to help him catalogue several hundred volumes of references to curses used during the goblin wars that Professor Binns had willed to him.

After Professor Vector, no one directly addressed Minerva throughout the meal except Albus. She remained silent, stirring her breakfast listlessly and continuing to listen to the talk around her. Albus was worried about her lack of response to his remarks and watched her carefully out of the corner of his eye until the meal ended. There were no meetings scheduled for the day, and he thought he should spend the afternoon going over the cases again and finding out more about the victim from yesterday afternoon. Albus' first concern was protecting Minerva, but part of that meant making sure the killer was caught before he could accost her again.

Breakfast ended and everyone scattered rather quickly. Minerva noticed several glances in her direction and wondered if they thought she planned to follow one of them around. The chances of any visitors to her office today seemed slim. She disliked the interruptions for the most part but now she felt lonely. She decided to focus on her work. The day would pass faster if she kept busy. She looked over the changes that needed to be made to the lesson plans and attempted to peruse the new text she had purchased the day before, but found she couldn't concentrate. Minerva had never been so relieved to see lunchtime roll around before and gladly left her office at noon for the noise of the Great Hall. Even if no one was talking to her at least she wouldn't be alone with her thoughts, and she could see Albus.

She was dismayed to see Harold had chosen to sit next to Hagrid instead of beside her. He must have figured a stray curse could hit him by mistake. She noticed that this meal was quiet too. Perhaps she should just eat dinner in her rooms. Albus couldn't help noticing that Minerva was becoming more and more withdrawn as the day passed. He decided to put off his investigations for the afternoon and spend time with her, maybe they could take a walk around the lake.

This old castle never changes. It only took a few seconds for me to enter unnoticed and the staff are as stupid as they've always been. Professor Sprout greeted me casually but to be fair at least she had her hands full of plants and her view obscured. The groundskeeper, the big oaf, waved at me before heading into the forest. He is such a dimwit. I don't think even Professor Trelawney noticed and she's supposed to be all-seeing. What nonsense!

Albus and Minerva were walking around the lake in silence, enjoying the late afternoon sun, when she suddenly stopped and turned to face him.

"I think I need to get away from here for a while," she said. "Every time someone avoids looking at me it reminds me of the attack. I'll go anywhere, I just can't be here right now."

"Where can we go, my dear?" Albus asked. "Hogsmeade my not be safe anymore and after yesterday..."

"We can't live in fear, Albus," she said in exasperation. "Besides, I don't think anyone would be foolish enough to attack me if you were there. Let's go check into the other attacks again. We may find something and it will keep me from dwelling on my own attack."

"I have wanted to do a more thorough background check on the victims. There must be something that connects all of you together." Albus was looking off in the distance deep in thought again.

"Albus, I didn't even know anyone except William and I only knew Felix and Cleo by name."

"What if you had other similarities?" Albus asked. Then, seeing the look of sadness and confusion on her face, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. "Perhaps the killer is looking for incredibly attractive and sexy people," he murmured in her ear.

His remark had the desired effect and she smiled briefly as she leaned against him.

"There must be a common thread," Albus mused after a moment.

"Well then let's go find out what I have or am that the others have as well," Minerva replied, relaxing against him. She was unwilling to leave his embrace even though she was suggesting movement.

Albus held Minerva tightly for a few more moments and then an idea came to him. "I seem to remember that William had recently begun dating someone," he said. "What was her name...Emma MacDougal I believe. Maybe we should talk to her, she might be able to help us find the link between all of you."

"MacDougal? Wasn't she widowed just last year? How awful for her," Minerva shuddered as they headed out of the Hogwarts gates.

They apparated to magical London and stood outside the MacDougal estate. Albus vaguely remembered she wore thick glasses and had very pale blonde hair but not much else about her stood out in his mind. The door was opened by a house elf who led them into the front parlor and urged them to take a seat. Albus had just started to bend his knees only to straighten up as Emma MacDougal entered the room.

She looked incredibly sad and a bit tired as she greeted the unexpected guests. "Professor Dumbledore, I never though you would come calling on me. And Professor McGonagall isn't it?" she added, turning to Minerva.

"Minerva please, Mrs. MacDougal. We're sorry to intrude, but we were hoping..."

"That I could help you find out who killed William," she interrupted. "I wish I knew something. My husband was killed just over a year ago by the Death Eaters and just when we thought it was safe again William met the same fate,” she shook her head. “ I read about your attack in the papers, you were very lucky to get away."

"Did William receive any strange letters or owls from anyone at all?" asked Albus. "Did he appear anxious or worried?"

"On the contrary," replied Emma. "He was feeling relieved that he had survived the war. He said he had finally made out his will. He didn't want to tempt fate by making it out during the war. You know my James died just three months after making out his will. Its almost like the gods are telling us not to worry about our belongings after we die." She ended her statements with a sniff and fumbled for a handkerchief.

Minerva patted the older witch awkwardly on the shoulder and looked up at Albus. "Who drew up the will for him?" she asked.

"Winston Thorpe," Emma answered, dabbing her eyes. "He did both their wills. William was so sad when he died, Winston had been a good friend for years. I couldn't make it to the funeral, but I wish I had gone. Maybe William would have escorted me home and he would still be alive today." She bit back a sob and raised the handkerchief to her face again.

Albus thought for a moment. Winston Thorpe seemed to be everyone's solicitor. Maybe it would benefit them to drop by his office and speak to any remaining staff. He raised an eyebrow at Minerva to see if she had anything to say. She shook her head so after a few more minutes of uncomfortable small talk they took their leave.

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Once outside Albus stopped Minerva on the sidewalk. "Do you have a will?"

Minerva shook her head, she had never gotten around to it yet. Albus dropped his head. It would have been too easy for the killer to be after clients that made out their wills through Winston.

"Should we go to Winston's offices?" she asked. "I wonder if the others were his clients as well."

"I think that can wait until tomorrow. The office may already be closed for the day. What do you say to dinner in town and an early night?" Minerva looked worried for a moment and Albus was quick to assure her he meant dinner in Muggle London.

"In that case, dinner and an early night sound like a good idea," she agreed.

They transfigured their robes into Muggle clothing and ventured into the non-magical part of the city, looking for a restaurant that wasn't overly crowded. After a quick dinner they returned to Hogwarts, where Minerva decided that she was tired and just wanted a long hot bath before going to bed. Albus walked her to her rooms and bade her goodnight with a soft kiss before returning to his office to make a list of possible similarities between Minerva and the other three victims. He would have to find out more information on the fourth later.

How long does it take for the old bat to get ready for bed? Her lights have been on for an hour already. I heard her drain the tub fifteen minutes ago. I'm glad I decided to kill her in her sleep although she deserves torture. I don't want to see the old dame naked though. Finally! It will probably take another half hour for her to fall asleep. I better take another dose in thirty minutes just in case. Funny, I really thought she and the old goat had something going. Of course he's probably too old for those shenanigans but one never knows.

She had better be asleep by now, I can't wait any longer and I want this to go smoothly. Breaking the torches was a good idea, that way even if she is awake or someone wanders by they won’t see me in the dark. What was the password again...oh, that's right. Damn, I hear her moving; maybe she is just rolling over.

Minerva heard the door opening and woke from her light slumber wondering if Albus had decided to come check on her. Then she heard a thud and an unfamiliar voice swearing. She grabbed her wand out from under the pillow and rushed into the sitting room only to see the edge of a black cloak whip around the door. She hurried toward the door to the corridor, firing hexes as she went. When she stepped out of her rooms all she could make out was a vague form in the darkness running down the passage. Transforming into a cat she gave chase, but the figure disappeared before she could turn the corner. Minerva looked frantically up and down and tried to pick up a scent, but there were too many odors mingling together in the corridor. Frustrated, she decided it would be best to just go tell Albus what had happened and turned in the direction of his rooms, remaining in her animagus form.

Albus had finished two of the piles of correspondence on his desk and decided he may as well finish the third and final pile. It would clear his schedule for tomorrow and he would be able to devote the entire day to finding clues to Cleo's killer and Minerva's attacker, assuming they were the same person. He was surprised to hear the door to his stairway up to his office opening this time of night. Minerva should have been asleep long ago and it was seldom anyone else disturbed him this late. Minerva strode through his office door dressed in a thin nightdress and bare feet. Her hair was in a braid like she wore to bed but it had begun to unravel at the end.

"I thought you would be asleep by now," he said, getting up from the desk. "Did something happen?"

"I think my attacker has come to Hogwarts," she answered uncertainly. She told Albus what had just happened and watched both anger and concern flash through his eyes before he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"He didn't hurt you?" he asked.

Minerva shook her head, "I'm fine, just a bit shaken up I guess."

"Whoever this is obviously really wants to harm you. I don't want you to be alone anymore, Minerva," Albus said in a tone that brooked no argument. "You will move into my rooms and if I cannot be with you at all times I'll make sure another trusted staff member is."

Minerva didn't bother disagreeing with him. She didn't want to be alone at the moment. "Should we search the castle?"

Albus shook his head, “I will alert the ghosts and portraits to look out for anyone that isn't staff and to alert me immediately." Albus moved over to the fireplace. "I will contact the staff and alert them to any danger. I doubt he will try it again tonight. Tomorrow I will have the doors alerted so no intruder can enter the castle unless he is escorted in by you or me."

Minerva only half listened to his plans, her mind was swimming with other thoughts. As the adrenaline rush of finding an intruder in her rooms wore off, she sank onto the couch. "Who would want to kill me this badly?" she asked. "Why me, why now?"

Albus contacted the rest of the staff by floo to inform them of a possible intruder and everyone responded with immediate concern. Many began asking more questions than he had time for and several offered to patrol the corridors. He managed to cut off all questions by arranging a staff meeting for the next morning over breakfast and instructed everyone to ward their doors and remain inside their own rooms for the night. Albus and Minerva retired to his bedroom for the night; his work could wait until tomorrow. His rooms were completely safe from intrusion and he would personally set the wards on his bedroom door as an extra precaution.

I can't believe I blew it again. That blasted table! Why didn't I see it? Now she is on her guard and the others will be as well. I know they won't suspect me, but how will I get close to her now. I have to kill her soon. The sooner I kill her the sooner I can get away from here and put away these uncomfortable robes. I believe I can monitor her movements without drawing too much attention to myself, but I bet she'll be looking for me now. I've lost the element of surprise and now my only advantage is that she doesn't know what I look like.

[Sensiblyquirky]

Excellent update! I have an idea, but I will only tell you if I'm right in the end!!

CC

[Karlynne]

I think you're starting to make it too easy now. I loved all the information you gave us this chapter though. You are so talented. Karlie

[Hogwarts Duo]

Ahh, my mind is working overtime with this chapter and all this new information! I can honestly say that my attention is not waning with this story and the more you update, the more I want another update! This is FANTASTIC!

[Jaya]

Another great chapter...

I thought I was close to figuring it out...

But now I'm not so sure

Can't wait for more clues!

Jaya

[Karmin]

Okay my idea didn't pan out but I haven't given up. You write very well. I am so confused about who it can be. Karmin

[Taylor]

Who? its ( edited so that It won't spoil it for others!!) ! isn't it? He isn't mentioned as a ******* there- and there are ******* that arn't there now, and he was a death eater until &&&&& said something to him that made him edited...

He was edited the year that Voldemort fell and that the edit died. Black billowing robes pretty much point to the edit and he is just so dang sexie... at least he didn't use a spoon...

Snarf!

Taylor

edited for content... is that better?

[ginger newts]

A/N: I meant to ask at the beginning, but please try to refrain from making guesses in your reviews so you don't spoil things for others. Thanks!

Chapter 6

Merlin, will the old fool ever shut up. Everyone knows what happened last night, get on with it. It is rather funny listening to his plans though. He's going to teach the front doors not to let anyone in besides staff, like it will matter. I wish he would just tell the old bat's plans so I know where to watch for her. This is making my head hurt. If one more person expresses concern and sympathy I'm going to scream.

I can't believe I have to eat this slop. I can manage the porridge but kippers? I would love to have the eggs but no, I'm supposed to be allergic to them. My mouth is watering but I have to remember there is a purpose more important than a satisfied stomach. Come on, just tell me what you're doing today before another old geezer asks me about lesson plans.

They're going to be out all day? Bugger, that means I'll have to wait until tonight. I'll never be able to get past her door again after last night, she'll be sure to ward it heavily. I need another plan, but what. How can I get her out of her rooms and alone? I wonder where they are going and if I could follow without being noticed. No, better to wait until she separates from the old man.

Albus and Minerva marched quickly up one of the lesser traveled streets in Hogsmeade. Winston Thorpe did not practice on the crowded streets in town. Some of his clients required delicate handling and privacy was paramount. He had resided above his office, which Albus and Minerva felt would help them immensely. The door was opened by his receptionist and secretary Marjorie Cavendish, who led them inside to a cluttered office.

"Excuse the mess," she said as she tried to clear two chairs for them. "I've been trying to go through Mr. Thorpe's things and see what needs to go back to his clients and who needs to be referred to another solicitor. How can I help you?"

Before Albus could answer, a large owl appeared at the window clutching a box in his talons. Marjorie went to the window to let him in and sat the box on the desk. "Oh," she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. "His potions. I knew I forgot to do something. I'll have to cancel the standing order."

"I thought Mr. Thorpe brewed his own potions?" Minerva asked.

"He brewed the simpler ones," Marjorie answered. "Those that were too difficult or time consuming he ordered in monthly dosages from the apothecary in Diagon Alley."

"How long has he been doing that?" asked Albus. "It was a well known fact that Winston always brewed his own potions."

"Actually, his vision wasn’t as strong anymore and he didn't want clients to think him a doddering old man so he let them continue thinking he brewed his own." Marjorie gave both a stern glare. "There is nothing to gain from tarnishing his reputation. He had the knowledge to brew them still, but he lived alone and without assistance he couldn't always read the labels. He'd been ordering from the apothecary for about two years now."

She sighed and nodded towards the box. "I haven't the heart to return them. They are paid for; why don't I give them to Hogwarts. Surely you will have need for some of them in the hospital wing."

"That's very kind," Minerva answered. "May I just open it up and have a look? I'm sure our Potions Master will be pleased to have to brew fewer potions, I'm afraid our nurse keeps him quite busy over the summer."

She opened the box at Marjorie's nod and began sorting through the contents. After a moment, Minerva discovered several phials of pepper up potion. She withdrew one and looked at the label curiously. "Wasn't pepper up the potion Winston supposedly brewed incorrectly and poisoned himself with?" she asked.

Albus rose from his seat immediately to inspect the contents of the box. "Did he always order this?" he asked, more harshly than he meant to.

"The order was always the same," Marjorie answered. "He sent it off himself so I never knew what was in it, but it comes every month, always the same."

Minerva was about to say more but Albus silenced her with a look. He thanked Marjorie for the donation to the school and changed the subject. "Did Winston have many clients that he could not help or had to refer elsewhere?"

Marjorie thought for a moment. "There are always clients that may need a service that he doesn't provide like divorce, his expertise was estate planning and wills. He did the general areas also like debt collections and mortgages, but most of his clients came to make out a will or update one. In fact I came across one today that needs addressing. The poor man has made out a will and most of his beneficiaries have died."

She turned and picked up a letter. "Here's another where the client's wife is his sole beneficiary and she has died. He needs to update so the Ministry doesn't claim all his assets. I do need to send a letter to your Professor Barnes. Would you mind taking it to him? It would save me an owl."

"Not at all," Minerva answered. "Though we may not be going directly back to the castle. We're trying to find out more about the recent deaths. The reason we came today is that we found out some of the victims were clients of Winston's and we wondered whether you could tell us about the others."

“Well a lot of what you want to know may be confidential but I want the killer caught too. What do you want to know?" Marjorie took a seat.

"We know William Braswell was a client and I am certain Cleopatra Smythe retained Winston's services but what about Felix Smothers and Henry Johnston, the last victim." asked Albus.

"Felix didn't use us because his brother, Oscar is a solicitor. I am not familiar with the name Henry Johnston but its rather common, let me check." Marjorie cast her wand over the file cabinets but none of the drawers opened. "No, he wasn't one of ours"

Minerva and Albus shared a dispirited look, so much for that connection. "Is there any other way that all of them might be connected to Winston?" Albus asked. "We're trying to find the common thread among all of the victims."

"William Braswell didn't really have a lot of business with us. In fact, only the making out of his will is in his file. I only remembered his name because I just saw that he was a beneficiary in another will." Marjorie looked over the papers and began rummaging through them again. "I have read so many names today and I know I've seen yours too, Professor McGonagall."

Minerva's eyebrows rose. She looked at Albus and shrugged her shoulders.

"If you would allow me?" he asked Marjorie.

She nodded her head in puzzlement and watched Albus chant a long string of words before waving his wand. Three sheets of parchment rose out of the piles and landed in front of Marjorie. She looked down at the papers, Albus had sorted through everything and found only the documents bearing Minerva's name. There were two wills, which she couldn't show them, and some old paperwork for a flat she once rented. Reaching down to pick up the two wills of which Minerva was a beneficiary, Marjorie gasped as she read the other names.

"I can't disclose much more information, but I believe I have found the link you seek," she told them in a shaky voice.

"What do you mean you can't disclose the information?" Albus asked. "You could very well hold the key to saving Minerva's life and catching the killer in your hands."

"Professional law decrees that I cannot reveal to you the contents of this will, Professor," Marjorie said calmly, locking eyes with Albus. "But I will say this, when you deliver that letter to Professor Barnes, warn him that only two of his beneficiaries remain alive."

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Minerva glanced at Albus, several questions on her lips, but he shook his head slightly. "Thank you so much for your help and the potions," he said to Marjorie.

Then he shrank the box of potions and placed them in his pocket before leading Minerva back out of the office and into the street.

"Well that was an informative trip," Minerva said once they were outside. "What do you think about the potion mix up?"

"I believe we should have this supply tested and find out whether it was the apothecary that made a mistake or if someone tampered with Winston's batch later. We should ask for the Healer's report and find out exactly what he was poisoned with and whether it is anything similar to pepper up. If someone is killing the beneficiaries of one wills, his death may not have been accidental.”

Albus and Minerva hurried back to Hogwarts. They couldn't ask Harold outright what was in his will but they could hand him the letter and watch his response. Albus determined that he would pass on the message from Marjorie to get the ball rolling. They had promised Marjorie they would not allude to knowing that Minerva was one of the two remaining beneficiaries. It wouldn't do to get the woman into trouble for breaking the laws of confidentiality.

It was always much cooler in the dungeons during the summer than the rest of the castle but no one ever lingered on the lower floors. Of course the smells emanating from the walls would discourage all but those with the least sensitive noses from staying. Albus tried using wind charms during the summer to air out the dungeons but it only lessened the odors for a short time and Harold would continue to brew all summer anyway.

They knocked firmly on the door to his office and personal potions lab and waited for Harold to answer. He looked slightly annoyed at having been interrupted when he opened the door and strangely did not invite them into his office.

"Good morning, Harold," Albus greeted him. "We're sorry to interrupt your work, but we have some correspondence for you."

He took the letter out of his pocket and presented it to the Potions Master, waiting to see what his response would be. Harold took the letter and read it over quickly before stuffing it in his pocket and saying, "Thanks."

"Harold, is there anything you'd like to tell us?" Albus asked, the way he often asked a student whom he believed had information to share.

"Can't think of anything," he answered. "I better get back to the lab, delicate potions brewing and all that."

“The receptionist said to hurry and update since you are down to two beneficiaries. If you don't mind my asking, who were the others?"

"Did she tell you the two remaining names?" he asked suddenly.

"No," Albus answered, "but we feel certain Minerva is one of them. Why didn't you tell us that the recent victims were all your beneficiaries, Harold?"

"I never made the connection," he answered with a shrug. "Only two of them were, I'd never met the others."

Albus had to admit it wouldn't have been his first thought either. He wondered who the two were that died. William Braswell was likely since he had mentored Harold. That would explain why Minerva was in the will as well; she had given him loads of help. He wasn't certain if Cleo or Felix would be the other. He looked at Harold, who was avoiding eye contact with Minerva. Of course, he was embarrassed to have her know he had her listed. They would have to look elsewhere. Minerva on the other hand was puzzled. Why was Harold ignoring her? He couldn't believe she would bring harm to him here in the dungeons?

Minerva glanced at Albus in an attempt to discern what he was thinking, but he didn't look her way. He merely thanked Harold and said goodbye, taking her by the elbow and leading her back out of the dungeons.

"Why wouldn't he look at me, Albus?" she asked when they were in the entrance hall once more.

"I'm sure he was just embarrassed for you to know that he named you in his will, my dear," Albus reassured her. "Let's go to my office for some tea and try to sort out this new information. Harold isn't likely to name his other beneficiaries for us so we'll have to attempt to determine who they were ourselves."

"Do you believe this is the connection then?" Minerva asked. "Someone wants to eliminate all of his beneficiaries in hopes of getting the money?"

"It's a possibility, Minerva,"he answered. "People will go to many extremes in search of money. It may not be the answer, but it's all we have for now. I believe it is worth a closer look."

"Then we should check on his son, Geoffrey. He is certain to be the largest beneficiary listed in the will. I know he's in France, but Harold says they correspond weekly and it need only be a simple letter. I have his address in my book from when I invited him to last year's Christmas dance,” Minerva suggested.

"That is a good idea," Albus agreed. "I'll accompany you to your office if you would like to get your book now."

Minerva sighed, "Do I really need an escort everywhere I go?"

"Yes," he answered firmly. "Until we are certain the threat has passed and your attacker cannot enter the school again I don't want you alone. I told you that last night. We should probably stop by your rooms for some clothes as well if you're to be living with me for the summer."

"Alright," she agreed rather reluctantly. It wasn't that she disliked the idea of living with Albus, quite the contrary in fact, but Minerva knew she would never get used to being followed everywhere she went.

Those snoops were looking into the deaths and had already found out about Winston. I wonder if they know I killed him for what he knew? I will have to take care of that skinny crow tonight. If I can catch her before she retires for the night it would be better. I will never get inside her rooms tonight. I wonder if I could ask her for help?

What could she be doing in the old man's office for so long? I've been watching her door all night and she hasn't come back yet, I thought all old biddies went to sleep early. Is it possible she does have something going with the dirty old man? The thought makes my skin crawl. How am I going to get to her if she never comes back to her bedroom? I did not expect them to outsmart me. What am I saying, they haven't figured me out yet. Patience, I just need to exercise patience. He has to leave her by herself at some point. Maybe I can find out more of her plans tomorrow morning.

[Taylor]

things must be different in the wizards world. in the muggle world, once the will is filed, anyone can access it. - it becomes public information. the trick is though, to know where it was filed. (court house specific) marrage certificates have tons of stuff on them- like your parents and your parents occupation, and where they live as well as your own info.

edit may have a motive, but- how did edit get to where edit is?

Taylor

[Hogwarts Duo]

With every update, I get more and more intrigued by this story. It's moving along rather nicely and I'm formulating my opinions on the attacker. Great job!

[Jaya]

I am also growing more intrigued... I must admit I have begun to form a new theory... can't wait for the next update to see this one knocked out of the water!!!

*vbg*

Jaya

[Nerweniel]

I still am clueless here ;D... all the Agathe Christie seems to have been useless after all... but this is very well-written, and I *very much* look forward to more soon .

Love,

Lies

[tayryn]

I am still clueless too... but then, that really means it's a mystery then, eh?! *g*

I am quite intrigued though! Cannot wait for more.

[Karlynne]

I have to say that I am certainly impressed with you and the story is pretty good too. Also, in the state in which I live, a will isn't made public until it is entered into probate, after the owner of the will dies. Karlie

[Taylor]

It may be by county then because my brother found out his ex wife & his kids were mentioned in a will that was filed, and they weren't even related to the person that they are in the will for, and the great niece who is blood related was cut out of the will, and the person who wrote the will is still alive. There are different ways that you can access the information.

(yeah, I live a soap)

Taylor

[Kamdra]

I think I have it. If not I have a back up suspect just in case. I am enjoying this story very much. Kammie

[Krystal]

Okay, I listened to Kammie's theories and trust me she doesn't have it. I know because when I told Karlie she couldn't stop smiling. She said it was the best thing she had heard all day. Thanks for the smiles. Krys

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Chapter 7

Two days later, Albus and Minerva had found no new information. They hadn't heard back from Harold's son Geoffrey in France and the Healer's report on Winston Thorpe had not arrived from St. Mungo's yet. With no new leads, they decided to delve further into the fourth killing. Henry Johnston's widow lived in Birmingham and since they couldn't floo into her home and surprise her and didn't want to apparate into a Muggle village they decided to take the Knight Bus. Over breakfast that morning they informed the staff that they would be away and listened to everyone else's plans for the day. Most of the professors were going to be working up their new lesson plans for next year and Professor Sprout mentioned working in the green houses with a new species of plant she was trying to breed.

"I think I'll go into Diagon Alley for some potions supplies," Harold said. "Does anyone else need anything while I'm out?"

A few people asked him to pick up some parchment and quills for them and Albus asked him to be careful as the killer had been known to operate in the busy shopping street.

I watched them leaving from one of the castle's windows. He seemed rather sprightly as he led her along the path to the gates. I saw the violent purple of the knight bus but did not see where they sat. I would have to hurry to catch up with them but I couldn't very well get on at the same time now could I?

Another brilliant idea from me if I do say so myself. I made a quick stop to pick up some polyjuice potion from someone I know will keep his mouth shut and then plucked a hair off the first person I saw. This is almost too easy. I am sitting in an armchair one row back and on the other side of the bus from the meddlesome professors. I realized that I have to kill them both since they are onto me, which is simply a bonus as the old man was such a bother to my master and his followers. I will surely be well rewarded for getting rid of him when others have failed. From here, I can just hear snatches of their conversation. I believe they are still several stops away so I shall do my job at the next stop and get off the bus. No one shall be any the wiser.

Bloody bus. I had just aimed my curse, it would have taken them both out in one shot, but the bus had to go and stop. Everyone's chair lurched forward and all I succeeded in doing was burning a whole in the back of the old man's chair and stunning the person behind him. I couldn't stay on the bus and try again, but luckily no one seemed to notice. I better go back and plan more, chance encounters aren't helping my cause.

The knight bus was the same horrifying ride as always in Minerva's opinion. She disliked the hard stops and sudden bursts of speed. Albus, of course, behaved as though he were on an amusement park ride and took the abrupt turns and stops with ease. Minerva was holding on tightly to her arm chair and wondered if a motion sickness potion should have been taken beforehand. Her chair was comfortable and padded while Albus sat precariously on an uneven Windsor chair. Finally, the bus stopped long enough for a family of seven to struggle on and a large pile of luggage to be loaded in the boot so she could have a word with Albus.

"How much longer until we can get off this thing?" she asked.

"I believe there are two or three more ahead of us, my dear," he answered, patting her hand. "You'll make it."

"I am never getting on this bus again," Minerva said firmly. "I was a fool to let you talk me into it."

Albus chuckled and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "Try to find something to focus on," he said. "Something inside the bus."

Minerva looked as though she didn't find that advice very helpful and she gripped her chair tightly when the bus suddenly lurched forward again.

As they finally got up three stops later, Minerva had to stop and hold on to Albus' vacated chair for a moment to stop her legs from shaking. That was when she noticed a large scorch mark on the back of it and the oddly slumped posture of the woman sitting behind him.

"Albus? Take a look at this," she said, gesturing toward the chair.

He looked briefly and then glanced around at the other riders before ushering Minerva rather quickly off the bus.

Minerva stood outside of the bus for several minutes while Albus reported the unconscious passenger to the driver. Albus could not in good conscience not report it to the ministry and Minerva grimaced as several Aurors and Ministry officials arrived to interview the passengers. She was relieved that Alastor was in the group and gave her report to him. She didn't have anything to tell him other than she had heard nothing nor had she seen anyone.

The representative from the ministry, Arnold Lee, was a prat for lack of a better word. He kept insinuating Minerva must have seen something and kept peppering her with questions. Minerva kept her temper in check by reciting the fifteen basic laws of Transfiguration. Her temper was in danger of being unleashed however when Michael Wood requested a minute of her time for an interview and began to ask personal questions about her outing with Albus.

"Mr. Wood, let me assure you that the purpose for this trip was solely to gather information. Have you forgotten that I myself have been targeted, not once, but apparently now three times by the killer? If you would like to ask me questions about the attacks you may do so, but one more word about my personal life and I will personally see to it that you are removed from this case and never given another," Minerva told her former student in a tone that made him think for a moment she might be about to take twenty points off his former house of Slytherin.

Albus listened to the various discussions between the ministry representatives and the Aurors. No one seemed to notice him listening in or if they did it wasn't a concern for them. He hadn't expected the killer to remain near the scene and wasn't surprised to find that a person had apparated away a few stops back. The trail could not be followed or traced further than London. He looked over and saw Minerva browbeating Michael Wood and smiled. He obviously made the wrong comment to her.

It had taken him an entire day to learn where the widow Johnston was being secreted. Since no one was certain if these attacks were led by death eaters, any family members of the victims were being held in safe locations. Felix Smothers had been the first victim with family still alive but his home was deemed safe and perhaps why the killer chose to attack at a restaurant. He eased away from the group of men and women and circled his way around to Minerva. Wood had disappeared and he felt it was safe for them to apparate the remaining few blocks.

Albus and Minerva arrived at Margaret Johnston's new home and rang the bell. A short, dark haired woman in a Muggle dress answered and led them inside to her sitting room. "I suppose you're here about Henry's death," she said as they all sat down. "I don't know what I can tell you, those Ministry men have asked everything. He had no enemies that I knew of and never mentioned feeling ill at ease when he went out. I don't know why a Death Eater would want to kill Henry. We were against You-Know-Who's practices of course, but never openly joined the fight. I just don't understand."

Albus gave her a moment out of respect and then asked, "Mrs. Johnston, did your husband know a man named Harold Barnes?"

"I don't believe I've ever heard the name," she said, her brow furrowing in thought.

"I am certain he heard of Felix Smothers?" He gave her a moment to acknowledge the well known and respected ministry official. "Did your husband ever meet with him or correspond with him on any matter?"

"Never, he would have spoken to me about it if he was in company with such an important man."

Minerva raised the next question. "Did you know Cleopatra Smythe?"

“I know of her of course," Margaret answered, "but no, we didn't know her personally. May I inquire as to why you are asking me these things?"

"We're trying to find out why this group of people was chosen and so far we've only managed to find a weak connection, but it doesn't include all of the victims," Minerva explained.

"Is there anything at all you can tell us about your husband? Even if it seems unimportant it could be a clue," Albus requested. "Anything unusual that he mentioned shortly before his death or any change in his usual habits?"

"None at all," answered Margaret. "Henry and I were planning our holiday for this summer. He was going to retire in a few years. We really didn't bother many people at all."

Albus and Minerva realized they weren't going to get any new information or clues from Margaret Johnston. They were making polite small talk and about to say goodbye when Minerva nudged Albus with her knee. She and Albus were seated facing the large glass window and could see Michael Wood approaching. They both groaned inwardly, it seemed they just couldn't get away from the bumbling investigator today. Albus stood and thanked Margaret for talking to them before they took their leave. He felt it was best to head Michael off outside and find out why he was here.

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Albus quickly closed the door behind him before Wood could get inside. Let him go through the introduction process if he had to interview Margaret Johnston. "Mr. Wood, it seems we are destined to be in each others company today," greeted Albus.

Michael Wood was standing before them in apparent surprise. "This location is top secret. How did you two find out about it?"

Minerva arched her left eyebrow at him. "How did you discover the location?"

A deep flush covered Wood's face as he stammered, "I am the lead investigator."

Albus cut in before Minerva could respond, "Didn't you already speak with her before she was relocated? Have you news?"

"Well, erm, no...I mean. I just thought I'd check in again, see if she remembered anything. Why are you here?" he suddenly challenged.

"As we told you several days ago at Smythe Manor, we are conducting our own investigation of sorts," Albus replied calmly. "We had not yet spoken with Mrs. Johnston and felt it was prudent. I have to tell you that she doesn't have any information to help us."

"I think I will be the judge of that," Wood answered pompously. "It is my case after all and no offense, but I believe I would rather find out for myself than trust a couple of amateurs."

Albus and Minerva shared a look and then Albus gestured grandly toward the door as they stepped out of Michael's way. He knocked and they walked down the steps to the pavement.

"I guess it's back to Hogwarts then," Albus said.

"Yes, but this time let's apparate," Minerva answered.

He chuckled and agreed, "Yes, my dear, we will apparate. No more Knight Bus trips for you, I promise."

"Thank you," she said with obvious relief as they prepared to return home.


Albus and Minerva returned to Hogwarts and went immediately to his office. Collapsing into the comfortable arm chairs by the fire, Albus summoned tea and sandwiches from a house elf and they fell into a by now familiar conversation. They went over the facts and then the questions; unfortunately there were still far more questions than answered. A few minutes later, they were interrupted by an owl pecking at the window. Albus rose and crossed the room, praying it wasn't more bad news. He retrieved the letter from the owl and did a double take when he saw the address on the front. Minerva's letter to Geoffrey Barnes had been returned unopened.

"What does this mean, Albus?" Minerva fingered the envelope in her hands.

"I believe we should go and speak with Harold. There is the possibility that his son is away and not able to be found by the owl."

"How is that possible? France isn't out of range for the school owls." Minerva vanished away the tea tray.

"He may have been called away on business. Harold mentioned his son traveled quite a bit," reminded Albus. "Nonetheless, I would like to hear it from Harold that Geoffrey is away. There is the fact that his son may be a target as well."

Albus and Minerva made it to the dungeons in record time but they received no answer to their knock. "He may not have returned from Diagon Alley. Why don't we step inside and leave a message for him?"

Minerva nodded in agreement and Albus slowly pushed open the door to the office, calling inside to see if perhaps the Potions Master was in but hadn't heard their knock. He received no answer, so they entered and left a short note on his desk stating that they had attempted to contact his son and the letter had been returned. Albus asked Harold to please stop by his office or drop him a note if he knew of his son's whereabouts as they were concerned that he could become a victim as well. Then he led Minerva back up to his office.

"It's odd that he's still gone, isn't it?" she asked. "He left right after breakfast."

"It is possible he got held up here and didn't leave right away," Albus reassured her. "I'm sure he is fine and we'll hear from him by nightfall."

Albus headed to his private rooms with Minerva beside him. He had begun to think of his rooms as their rooms as she had taken over quite a bit of his space in the past couple of days. Her books were beside his on the shelves and she took up more closet space than he did. He was beginning to realize that he quite liked sharing his space with Minerva. He was even getting used to finding stray hairpins all over the rooms and too many bottles in the bathroom. Albus smiled, thinking about their comfortable evenings together, and decided that perhaps they would have to make the arrangement permanent later.