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Amidst the Ashes by TheHeirOfSlytherin
Chapter 1 : The Writing on the Wall
 
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A/N: New story for the Halloween Challenge. :)

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He crossed the dark room silently, shadows hiding his face, and smiled as he picked up what he needed. The light from the street lamp outside hit the silver and shone onto the top half of his face, revealing dark, dangerous, deadly eyes. 

He held onto the handle gently and grazed a hand over the knife, his smile becoming sinister, and pocketed it slowly. He picked up his wand and placed it in a separate pocket of his cloak. 

Taking one last look out the window, he watched as she turned the corner, disappearing from view. 

He left the room, making sure to lock the door, and took the stairs two at a time. He found her easily, crossing the street, and waited for her to turn into the alley. 

He followed. 

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It was a bother relying on wand light to see the crime scene, yet it was the best the Aurors could do; there were no street lights in the alley. 

They processed the scene, collecting evidence, making sure the girl's body was untouched, while Ron Weasley asked questions. Harry Potter stood away from the scene, leaning against the wall stiffly. His eyes wondered around the street, watching for any sign of strange movement. 

"What are you thinking about?"

Harry turned quickly to face his friend and smiled a little, a small sign of welcome. "I'm just trying to figure out the guy's movements and motive; how did he get here? Why her?" 

Ron nodded softly and Harry followed him to the body. Ron stood beside the Healer processing the body, asking what he knew, but Harry stood to the side to see the scene around him. 

Taking out his wand, he whispered the incantation and used the light to see better. Nothing caught his eye until his third sweep around and he found something his team had missed, he had almost missed. Harry ignored Ron's calls and walked to the red lettering on the wall, almost hidden from view by rubbish. 

Ron walked over and tapped his arm, "given the ligature marks around her neck, she was strangled from behind till she almost lost consciousness. Then she was stabbed and, finally, he used the Killing Curse. The Healer counted twenty wounds; I'm surprised she lived through that. This guy is disturbingly accurate." 

Harry continued to stare at the wall, barely hearing his friend and fellow Auror's words. He grabbed Ron's arm, stopping him, when he waved it in front of his face. "Are you even listening to me?" 

Harry nodded slowly, "I heard you; strangled from behind, stabbed twenty times, Killing Curse. Have you seen the wall?" 

He watched Ron stare at the wall, then back to Harry, then to the wall and, finally, to Harry. "It's a wall." 

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Harry moved forward. He used his wand to move the rubbish, not wanting to touch the wall in any way in case there was evidence. He shone his light at the writing, Ron doing the same, and they called others over. Harry and Ron took a step back, so they were all in a line, and they read the words. 

When the moon is full and the ghosts are out, I'll make it a night you'll never forget. 

"Is that blood?" Ron asked slowly. 

Harry said nothing and moved back, allowing the Aurors to photograph the evidence. He stood in the corner ready to apparate to the Ministry and watched the Healers take the girl's body away, while waiting for Ron to join him. They didn't talk until they got to Harry's office. 

"Of all the things I've seen at this job, this I don't get," he said. 

Ron nodded once as he sat down, and then looked confused. "Which part?" 

"The writing on the wall," Harry answered. "What does it mean? What night? What will happen?" 

They sat there, contemplating, until their thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Mr. Potter, Sir, they sent me here about a case we got tonight. I've been put on your team." 

Harry smiled, though confused, "Malloy, I thought you were away." 

David Malloy shrugged sheepishly, "I just got back. What do you want me to do?"

Harry's assistant came in and placed a file on his desk. He picked it up and flicked through it. "There was red writing on the wall," he replied. "These are photographs and there is trace in room four. I want you to find out what it is. Is it paint? Is it blood? If so, who's? I wanna know. The scene’s still closed to the public if you have to." He held out the file for Malloy to take. "Go." 

Malloy took the file eagerly and walked to the door. "Oh, David," Harry called and waited for him to turn around. "Welcome back." 

David smiled, and there was something in it Harry had never seen before, something about it Harry couldn’t decipher, and it unnerved him. "It's good to be back."


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