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I Specialise in Murders by ThestralPrincess

Format: Novel
Chapters: 20
Word Count: 51,565

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme

Genres: Drama, Mystery, Romance
Characters: Albus, Scorpius, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 01/03/2014
Last Chapter: 06/10/2015
Last Updated: 06/10/2015


Lucy Weasley’s shop straddled the corner of Knockton Alley and Diagon Alley. Knockton Alley was black, Diagon Alley was white, and Lucy was most definitely grey. Scorpius Malfoy was blazing blinding white and struck like lightning into her life with a cocky smile and a murder case.

For VioletBlade's The Five Elements Challenge V.3 & Rumpelstiltskin's Murder Mystery Challenge-2nd place.

Chapter 10: Suspects and Alibi's

Scorpius sat at his desk, Milly leaning over his shoulder, both of them regarding their current list of suspects critically.

1. Narcissa Malfoy – Owner of first murder weapon. Prior knowledge of quenwood. No solid alibi for murders 1 or 2, but solid alibi’s for murders 3 and 4. Purchases tea from Renatas. However not the blend used for the  murders. Knew all four victims. Motive?

Scorpius had been pretty surprised when Milly had interviewed his grandmother and discovered that she knew what quenwood was. He wondered if perhaps paying more attention when his parents demanded his presence at pureblood parties would in fact give him more information to use in his job. Typically he spent them pretending he wasn’t there and wishing he could convince Albus to come along with him.

2. Circe Rosier – daughter of first victim. Supposedly no prior knowledge of Quenwood. Solid alibi for three of four murders. Had inherited candlestick from Aunt that was used as second murder weapon. Knew victim no.4 had done business with her father. Motive?

Circe was a nice girl in Scorpius. Opinion. She’d always been average. Averagely pretty, averagely clever, averagely popular.

3. Desiree Rosier – daughter of first victim. Supposedly no prior knowledge of Quenwood. Solid alibi for all four murders. Knew victim no.3 through her fiancé’s family. Motive?

Desiree was currently obsessed with her wedding and with very little else. Well and her husband-to-be naturally.

4. Medora Rosier – Wife of first victim. Prior knowledge of Quenwood. Solid alibi for murder no.1. Murder weapons 1. and 2. came from her home. Knew victim no.2 from attendance at Hogwarts while he was a ‘professor’ at the school. Knew victim no.3 as a friend of her fathers during the war. Knew victim no.4 as a business associate of her husband. Purchases tea from Renatas. Not the blend used for the murders. Motive?

Medora was cold and closed off. She reminded him of his grandmother Narcissa in many ways. As though she sat there judging the world while sipping her Monday morning cup of tea and found both wanting. Scorpius main concern was the fact that she actually knew all the victims. And about quenwood. Not a quenwood addict herself though.

5. ‘Clue’? – Cover name of known quenwood dealer in Knockturn Alley. Known to have threatened Lucy Holly Weasley. Represented by go-between called Gwyn. Investigation in process. Motive?

Clue was Scorpius’ best bet for the time being. But there was naturally the concept of motive. As a quenwood dealer surely she had nothing to gain from systematically murdering quenwood addicts. But it was impossible to know really. There was so little to go on.

6. Gwyn – Known to be involved in the quenwood industry. Threatened Lucy Holly Weasley. Surname unknown. Was present at murder scene 3. just prior to body being discovered. Investigation in process. Motive?

They had yet to find Gwyn. Like ‘Clue’ she had seemed to disappear into thin air.

7. Lucy Holly Weasley – Knowledge of all four murder weapons, all acquired from her shop. Murder no.3 committed in her shop. Discovered murder scene’s no. 3 and 4. Had previously done business with sister of victim 1. and victim no. 4. Motive?

Lucy was on the list. Which Scorpius had to admit he found simultaneously frightening and ridiculous. The main problem was she had no alibi’s and there was the stupid fact that all the murder weapons came from her shop. Only one had actually been in her possession at the time though.

It was all so frustrating. It was the motive. Who had motive? And what was the motive? There was no clear motive. Scorpius dragged his hands through his hair with a sigh and Milly patted him on the back, heaving a sigh of her own.

“I’m off to question Arnold Peasegood’s wife. Be good won’t you? Don’t worry too much. I’m having lunch with my brother so if you need me I’ll be in muggle London, don’t send a patronus or flying origami or anything like that. Use an owl and glamour it as a pigeon or something.” Milly said softly grabbing her cloak and heading out of the door.

Scorpius snorted. “A pigeon?” He asked incredulously.

Milly rolled her eyes. “It still won’t be normal but it’ll be acceptable than an owl okay.”

The door clicked behind her and Scorpius let out another heavy sigh. He stared at the Cluedo game set up on the desk in the space between his part of the desk and Milly’s part. Arnold Peasegood had had three cards in his pocket. The revolver, Mrs. White and the library. Clearly interrupted by Lucy and whoever she had been with before the murderer could placer the body. Scorpius couldn’t help but wonder what poor library the murderer had singled out as their stage. The murderer was probably not happy in the least to have their theatrical tendencies curbed in such a fashion.

Scorpius glared at the weapons, laying innocently in the different rooms on the board. The dagger, the candlestick, the rope and the revolver. Two weapons left. The lead pipe and the spanner.


Lily had succeeded in capturing Lucy and dragging her out shopping. Lily never passed up an excuse to go shopping. Lucy by contrast however felt like she would rather die.

“Purple, he said purple didn’t he?” Lily asked for what must have been the fourth time.

Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Yes. Doesn’t mean it has to be purple.”

“Scorpius likes you in purple.”

“Merlin forbid we let him down and not give him what he wants.” Lucy muttered with another eye-roll.

“I heard that.”


“Its still going to be purple. A nice deep lilac purple.” Lily insisted.

“You’re playing matchmaker.” Lucy accused Lily with narrowed eyes.

“Naturally. I enjoy it.”

“Well I don’t need to be your project. Throw your matchmaking skills upon someone else. Like Albus and Eliza. Merlin knows they need it.” Lucy replied with a huff.

Lily rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows Albus and Eliza need it. I keep telling myself that surely with everyone in our entire family dropping hints one of them will take the initiative and snog the other senseless. They’ve been dancing circles around each other since they were fourteen for goodness sake. Anyone else in their position would be married with four children by now.” Lily exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Lost case I suppose. I guess their both to frightened to ruin their friendship if something happens.” Lucy mused.

“As if anything would happen. They would happily ever after if they ever let themselves.” Lily said. “When they finally get together they’ll spend the next five years kicking themselves that they didn’t just do it earlier.”

“See, you should go off and do a good deed for them. Matchmake them. Leave me and Scorpius alone.” Lucy suggested innocently.

Lily looked at her sideways with a smirk, Malfoy’s smirk Lucy realised. His smirk must be contagious since both Lily and Albus had picked it up. See, an obvious reason not to spend too much time with him.

“Oh not to worry Lucy my dear. I can run more than one matchmaking project at a time. Higher success rate then you know. First step, find you a purple dress. Preferably something that shows off a lot of skin.”

Lucy groaned. “It’s a wedding Lily. A wedding appropriate dress please. A dress worthy of a nun if possible.”

Lily snorted and looped her arm in Lucy’s, dragging her into Madam Malkins.


Scorpius sat on a stool in the morgue as Albus with narrowed eyes and his mouth pressed into a thin line finished up his evaluation of the body of Arnold Peasegood.

“Quenwood naturally. Long-term addict. He’s been doing it for years. Probably since before we were born to be honest. Probably wasn’t happy it was what killed him in the end. It will have been what caused the screaming. I imagine it would be a painful way to die. Cause internal bleeding to start with. It’s the choking that typically kills them though. But I guess since Lucy and… Lucy turned up the murderer just gave him a good whack in the back of the head with the revolver-paperweight thingy. That’s what is the cause of death.” Albus summarised with a deep frown.

Scorpius nodded thoughtfully. He wished Albus would have slipped up and told him who had been with Lucy but he figured since both Lily and Albus seemed to know who it was and weren’t bothered he would pretend it didn’t bother him either. Secretly he also wished that Albus would take just a bit longer with the body. Scorpius found the morgue soothing. Down here he could just watch Albus do his thing and for a moment not worry about the list of suspects on his desk.

“Lucy is on our list of suspects.” He said quietly to Albus.

Albus nodded sagely. “I figured as much. No alibi’s after all. Plus she discovered two of the murders. Not that I think she did it of course. But it doesn’t look good does it.”

Scorpius bobbed his head thoughtfully. Albus looked at him carefully.

“Lily implied she was matchmaking.” Albus said, irritation seeping into his voice.

“Keep your pants on Al. Wouldn’t that be awful if she turned out to be the murderer and I took her as my date to the wedding of the first victim.” Scorpius said with an amused smirk.

Albus shook his head. “Don’t joke about my cousin being a murderer. I’d rather not think about it. Lucy’s sane. Plus she’s not theatrical. Not like this.” He said, glaring at the body of Arnold Peasegood in disgust.

Scorpius just nodded, looking at the body as well. Four deaths. Hopefully they’d get to the bottom of this before two more deaths occurred.


Lily and Lucy settled themselves down at a table and ordered two butterbeers and two ice cream sundaes. Lucy insisted she needed the sugar boost after being dragged out shopping. Lily had finally gotten her way and Lucy had a purple dress in her bag. Not lilac though. A soft warm plum purple with a flaring knee-length skirt, white petticoat and cap sleeves. It had been their compromise on a dress they both liked.

Lily had herself acquired three dresses and Lucy wondered when on earth Lily was going to use them. When she had asked Lily had laughed, that pretty tinkling bell-like laugh that Lucy had always secretly envied, and reminded Lucy that there was always an upcoming wedding, graduation, anniversary or baby shower in the Potter-Granger-Weasley family, she was sure she would find occasions for all three dresses that year.

Suddenly the crack of apparition was heard and Lucy turned in surprise. Her eyes met the form of the tall thin figure in a grey cloak with the hood up. Its pale gender-less hands held the body of a tall slender grey-haired man. Lucy’s heart froze, stuck in her throat.

With a loud dramatic thump the figure dropped the body and a spanner and with a crack apparated leaving behind the body and spanner. Blood seeped from the body’s head quickly spreading in a puddle on the floor, staining the floor. Then the screams started.

Lucy watched it all with wide eyes and open mouth. People were spilling drinks and scrambling away from the body and the bloody stain, parents covering children’s eyes, screaming at each other to contact the bloody aurors.

In a daze Lucy turned to look at Lily who also looked at the body with wide eyes.

“Well at least this time I have an alibi and the object doesn’t come from my shop.” Lucy said in a hoarse voice blinking at Lily, doing her very best to remain calm. “I suppose Scorpius will be along any moment now. I’m betting the cluedo cards are Reverend Green with the spanner in the dining room. What’s your guess?”

That was before she realised that the figure had set the bar on fire wordlessly before it had apparated. Lily and she glanced at one another before scrambling to the bar and drawing their wands out to help put the fire out.

Usually dress-shopping wasn’t quite this eventful.