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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 13: The Things one Finds in Knockturn Alley.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that good boys shouldn’t go down Knockturn Alley?” Albus asked with a grin when Scorpius reported to medical with a dislocated shoulder and a variety of cuts and bruises.


Scorpius scowled. “I was undercover following Warrington when he went to visit his supplier of quenwood.” He muttered irritably as he gingerly lowered himself onto the chair in Albus’ office.


“You? Undercover? Who got that stupid idea? You stand out a mile away with your white hair and pale face. Everything about you screams Malfoy.” Albus said with an amused snort. “Brace yourself, its going to hurt.” He said taking hold of Scorpius’ shoulder.


“It already hurts… Oh damn Merlin that hurt!” Scorpius exclaimed loudly, groaning in pain.


Albus rolled his eyes. “I apologise. I should have said it’s going to hurt more than it already does.”


Scorpius glared at him, still groaning. Albus didn’t notice his glare, already rummaging through cupboards while humming something cheerful and pulling out a variety of potions. Scorpius was certain that he recognised whatever Albus was humming as one of those inane Celestine Warbeck songs that Molly Weasley Senior always listened to while baking.


“So are you going to tell me what happened?” Albus asked as he began to apply bruise salve to Scorpius’ face.


Scorpius scowled, feeling terribly much like a child being reprimanded by his grandmother.


“I got in a fight.” He grumbled, torn between being annoyed at feeling like a child and laughing at the whole scenario.


“In Knockturn Alley I presume.” Albus prompted.


“I thought it was my job to interrogate people.” Scorpius whined.


There was a knock on the door and Eliza poked her head around the door, her red hair pulled up in a ponytail.


“Eliza darling, have you come to save me from Albus’ cross-examination?” Scorpius asked with a grin.


Eliza grinned back at him. “No, just heard you got your face beat up in Knockturn Alley and decided to come take a look.” She replied wryly.


“How rude.” Scorpius said, wincing as Albus jabbed at a cut with some or other salve. “Sure you don’t want to take over? I find Albus’ bedside manner lacking.”


“Oh I’m sure. I recall you being a whiny patient.” Eliza quipped.


“Merlin, maybe I prefer Albus after all.” Scorpius said, wincing again when Albus jabbed at a particularly deep cut with his salve. “Then again maybe not. Maybe the auror department needs new healers.”


Eliza shrugged. “We’ve been your best friends since you were eleven. You would miss us.”


“Maybe I just need new best friends; Merlin knows how I’ve put up with you for so long.”


“You could recruit Tori from forensics. I’m sure she’d love to patch you up.” Albus replied with a grin.


Eliza snorted loudly. “Except there is a reason why she works with dead people. Plus then Hollens would demand Albus in exchange, and Albus would have to leave the auror department because he really hates dead bodies, and then we would both miss him.”


Scorpius grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows, clearly implying that she would miss Albus more than he would and she rolled her eyes at him. With a wave she was out of the office and Scorpius’ grin turned into a grimace of pain.


“Why haven’t you just snogged her yet?” Scorpius said, trying not to groan as he moved his shoulder.


Albus scowled at him. “Because we’re just friends.” He stated firmly. “Now tell me what happened in Knockturn Alley.”


“I was shadowing Warrington. Luckily I had Ryan with me because some idiot recognised me as a Malfoy and decided to punch me in the face because apparently it was my grandfathers fault that his grandfather died during the war, and apparently everyone seems to think that it’s my sin to atone for. Luckily Ryan kept out of it and stuck with Warrington.” Scorpius grumbled gritting his teeth.


“Looks like he did a bit more than just punch you in the face.” Albus said lightly passing Scorpius a potion which Scorpius gulped down with a grimace.


“Well apparently there are a lot of people in Knockturn Alley who have a bone to pick with my grandfather.” Scorpius muttered with a scowl.


Albus didn’t say anything. He knew that Scorpius’ grandfather was the only real sore point Scorpius had. Scorpius took most things, including insults, all in his stride. Even comments about his father and Voldemort he brushed off easily. But somehow his grandfather had always been a sore issue. Albus remembered clearly the times Scorpius had returned from Azkaban after seeing his grandfather. How he could be silent and brooding for days afterwards.


They both looked in as another knock sounded at the door and Guffy burst in like a whirlwind, a wide grin on her petite heart-shaped face.


“Ryan arrested this Gwyn girl. The one who threatened Lucy Weasley at her shop. Merlin you should see her, she’s all fake blonde hair and boobs and swaying hips! No wonder she’s got people like Warrington eating the quenwood out of her hand. I bet half of the quenwood addicts are sleeping with her on the side.” Guffy announced, her dark eyes sparkling.


Scorpius got up, taking notice that the pain had receded, probably due to the last potion Albus had given him. He gulped down another potion that Albus passed him before Albus shooed him out of the door. Scorpius shuddered. That last potion had tasted absolutely foul.




Lucy was not happy. Scorpius had decided that Lucy was not in a safe position in regards to his murder case as until now all the weapons had come from her shop and she had witnessed several of the murder scenes by now. So he had assigned her a body guard.


It probably wouldn’t have been so bad, except he had purposefully assigned her a bodyguard that was not part of the Potter-Granger-Weasley brood. And he had assigned Geoffrey Hooper to the job. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad idea. Lucy was aware that Geoffrey Hooper was rather good at what he did, and a very reliable auror.


However Rose had once set up Geoffrey and Lucy up on a blind date, and it had not gone well. This had been when everyone had only just begun to discover how awful Rose really was at matchmaking, and that no one in their right mind should ever, ever, ever go on a date set up by Rose Granger-Weasley. If Rose tried to set you up with someone, it was a sure-fire sign that you weren’t compatible with that person.


Geoffrey and Lucy had indeed found they were not compatible and had spent most of their date in silence once they had discovered that Lucy didn’t know enough to sustain a conversation about quidditch or the illegal business of thestral racing which were Geoffrey’s main areas of knowledge, and that Geoffrey had absolutely no interest in history of magic, antiques or potions which were Lucy’s main area of knowledge.


Now that he was her bodyguard they found that they still had absolutely nothing to talk about, except for the fact that Lucy mentioned in passing that Rose’s ex-fiancé had been involved in illegal thestral racing, Geoffrey had nodded and mentioned that he had been the one to arrest and fine him for it, and that was the end of that awkward conversation.


He had found himself an awkward perch sitting on a stool in the corner behind the counter, looking at everyone that came in with curiosity. Lucy was polishing a box full of miniature silver spoons, attempting to ignore the hulking auror sitting beside her, which she was pretty sure was bad for business from either alley. She wondered if she could perhaps convince Malfoy to let her cousin Hugo be her bodyguard instead. Except she couldn’t quite shake the thought that Scorpius had specifically picked someone not related to her because she was one of the suspects in this case.




Guffy was practically skipping down the corridor beside Scorpius. It was understandable; she and Ryan had been working on the quenwood issue for months without any visible progress, so this breakthrough was extremely welcome on their part.


She led Scorpius to one of the examination rooms and they both went in, the door locking behind them. Scorpius let his eyes examine Gwyn as he and Guffy sat themselves down at the table across from her.


He already had a pretty good idea of what she looked like from Lucy Weasley’s statement, but Gwyn was somehow different in real life. Perhaps because she truly was Lucy Weasley’s antithesis in every way. Tall and willowy, legs that seemed to go on forever which she showed off with heels and a short skirt. Long straight blonde hair pinned to the side, calculating, bright blue eyes. A well-endowed chest as Guffy had said.


But most of all Gwyn was different in real life because Scorpius recognised her. And he knew that Gwyn recognised him in return because she had stiffened perceptibly when he had walked in after Guffy.


“We’ve met before.” Scorpius said breezily, leaning forward, folding his hands on the table and plastering a cold smile on his face.


Guffy looked sideways at Scorpius in surprise, glancing between him and Gwyn.


“Indeed Mr. Malfoy. What a pleasure to meet you again.” Gwyn replied smoothly, smiling pleasantly thought her eyes and posture indicated that this was as far from a pleasant situation as she could possibly imagine.


“I believe it was at my grandmother’s garden party last summer.” Scorpius said, looking steadily at Gwyn. Gwyn steadily met his eyes, but he could see the uneasiness in them.


“Yes. She is a lovely woman.” Gwyn said gracefully.


“I’m surprised you think so, I recall her being rather rude about your dress.” Scorpius said, smirking openly.


Gwyn inclined her head. “Well perhaps the neckline was a tad low for the company.”


Scorpius recalled the neckline as positively plunging and showing a great deal more skin than anyone ever had at his grandmother’s garden parties.


“I also recall that you were introduced as Evangelina Brenwood, not Gwyn. I also recall that no one could quite work out who you were related to, though you were there under the patronage of the Rosier family. I believe it was generally understood that your mother was a friend of Medora Rosier.”


Gwyn remained silent.


“You are currently under arrest for your involvement in the trade of quenwood. A drug currently popular among rich purebloods which I witnessed you mingling with last summer. I hope you weren’t dealing with quenwood at my grandmother’s garden party. Though perhaps you were just making contacts.” Scorpius said quietly, studying Gwyn’s face. “What do you know about the murder of Fitz Rosier?”


If Scorpius hadn’t been watching her face so closely he believed he might have missed the way her face twisted with fear.


“He deserved to die.”


She said it coldly, clinically, firmly, as though she were stating a simple fact, and there was no hesitation as she steadily held his gaze and said it. And yet Scorpius didn’t think she really believed it. She said it as though it were rehearsed. A fact that had been told to her many times.


“Why?” Guffy asked.


“He killed muggles and muggleborns. People who murder deserve to die, don’t they?” Gwyn held Scorpius’ eyes with her own, her voice suddenly hesitant and uncertain, and he could see the fear in her eyes.


“Did you kill Fitz Rosier?” Guffy asked brusquely.


“I didn’t say that. I just deal in quenwood.” She said this firmly.


Scorpius ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He could feel that this was going to be a long, long day. And he couldn’t ignore the very real fear in Gwyn’s eyes which he could tell was not fear of the aurors or Azkaban.


“Guffy tell Lily to send Eliza down with a cup of tea and some verisitium.” Scorpius said quietly.


As Guffy got up to go to the door and call for Lily Gwyn leapt out of her chair. Scorpius matched her, moving to stand in front of the door, assuming she planned to attempt to escape. Instead Gwyn reached into her cleavage and pulled out a knife.


She slid the knife in between her own ribs.

Scorpius reached her before she had even properly hit the floor. He could hear his voice as if from far away instructing Guffy to get Eliza Rivers here now. He pulled the knife out and threw it across the room, already pinching the wound together with his hands, trying to stem the flow of blood. Merlin help him, he refused to have a suicide on his watch. Why couldn’t anything about this case just been nice and simple and straightforward?