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The Mysterious Case of the Twin Wands by MissMdsty

Format: Novella
Chapters: 15
Word Count: 43,554

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Humor, Mystery, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Scorpius, Rose, OtherCanon
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Rose/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, Other Pairing

First Published: 10/19/2012
Last Chapter: 08/20/2013
Last Updated: 08/20/2013

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When members of the Order of the Phoenix start turning up dead in mysterious circumstances and the clues raise more questions than they answer, Harry Potter sends Scorpius Malfoy to retrieve the only person that can help him solve the case: Rose Weasley, a student of wandlore.

Golden Paw Awards 2013 Finalist: Most Addicting Story, 2013 Dobby Nominee: Best Quote, Most Original Story. 2013 Dobby Finalist: Best Villain.

Chapter 1: I. Dedalus Diggle
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Dedalus Diggle was dead. That much was sure to the Aurors who were first on the scene on that cold November night. The street had an eerie air about it, mostly because of the grave looks that were on the faces of the witches and wizards who lived nearby. It had been called in shortly after midnight, when an elderly wizard taking a walk had spotted a strange light coming from one of the windows of the small cottage and decided to inspect it. What he saw had shocked him. The man lay on the floor, a terrified look on his face, his eyes wide open. The authorities had been summoned.

The wizarding world had not seen a murder by an Unforgivable Curse for almost twenty years. After the Second Wizard War had ended, a few of Voldemort’s supporters had still tried to carry on the old ways but they were caught quickly and imprisoned in Azkaban. So, of course, the Killing Curse making a return was something that required the immediate attention of the Ministry of Magic.

The door had been magically opened and Dedalus appeared to be reading the Evening Prophet while drinking a cup of tea, when he was surprised by the intruder. The remains of the cup were scattered around the floor, covered by the paper and nearby, the body was twisted at a weird angle.

“Goes to figure, old man must’ve put up a fight,” the man muttered as he leaned in and waved his wand over Dedalus’s body, and it began to glow a pale green light.

“What do you figure, Malfoy?” another voice asked, making the first jump up a little.

“Definitely the Killing Curse. I believe he was taken by surprise and tried to fight him off. Maybe we can find some clues around here,” he said motioning towards the bookcases that lined the walls.

Ron Weasley was looking at the body with an odd expression on his face.

“I think I only saw him once or twice back in the day, when the Order had their headquarters in Grimmauld Place. But he was eager to help and it was welcomed. Taken by surprise you say?” he said, tearing his eyes away and looking around the room.

“I believe so yes. I don’t imagine people just go around their homes muttering Unforgivable Curses at their relatives!”

Ron scowled but decided not to call the young man on his smart mouth. Scorpius Malfoy had graduated from the Auror Academy two years prior and Harry, Head of the Auror Office, had offered him a spot on the team. Ron was skeptical at first, but the boy had not only shown remarkable skills in his classes at Hogwarts, but was also a gifted duelist and possessed a capacity of mastering even the most complicated of spells, making him a valuable asset.

“Any prints on the windows or doors, Grantham?” he asked another man that was waving his wand next to the front door.

“Nothing so far, sir. It’s obvious this was the point of entry, seeing as the back door is locked. Whoever did this was careful too, not blowing it up. They didn’t want to be seen or heard.”

“It figures!” Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s wrap up here and head back to the office. This is a bloody mess.” He turned to Scorpius. “We’d better go and save Harry from the reporters. They’ll be all over this.”

While the Head of the Auror Office was a much sought after position, Harry Potter had learned shortly after his appointment that the job required much less field action, and much more reports and press conferences. It was something he was not happy about, but seeing as these days the Office was in charge of things such as illegal trading of artifacts and breaches in the Statute of Secrecy, there was not much field work to be done. Until that night, that is.

The men Apparated outside the entrance to the Ministry and to no surprise, they found the Atrium already packed with reporters clutching Quick Quotes Quills and cameras.

“How do these people get their information so fast? We couldn’t have gotten the call more than an hour ago,” Scorpius said as he saw the mass of people talking among themselves and scribbling down questions.

“I have no idea what to tell you. I’ve been asking my sister for years, but she says a professional never tells,” Ron replied, making his way around the reporters and towards the elevators.

They found Harry Potter in his office, rushing to answer inter-office memos and shouting orders at the clerks that were trying to gather as much information as they could. He was talking to a short witch, about thirty years old, the press liaison for the Auror Office.

“And let them know I will make a statement myself once we’re ready. Good, you’re back!” he turned to Ron and Scorpius. “They’re already having a field day with this and the day hasn’t even begun. I can’t make a public statement before I have all the information I need and keeping quiet will only make room for suppositions and those will lead to panic,” he said as he dodged a memo that almost hit him between the eyes. “What do we have?” he asked, as he magically closed the door after the two.

“Breaking and entering, the door was magically unlocked, no prints. Killing Curse. By the looks of the body he put up a good fight but it wasn’t enough," Scorpius said swiftly as Harry took notes.

“The boys are still out there, gathering anything that may be useful,” Ron finished.

A loud bang rang around the office as the door swung open and in came a very disheveled looking Teddy Lupin, clutching at his side.

“You’ll… never… guess… found… ran… tell you!” he managed as he was trying to get as much air in his lungs as possible.

Teddy Remus Lupin had joined the Aurors right after Hogwarts, as a way of honoring his late parents, much to the protest of his grandmother Andromeda. But if it was anything he had inherited from his mother, apart from his shape-shifting skills, was her very stubborn personality, so the battle was lost even before it began and Teddy joined, after Andromeda had been assured by Harry that he would do his very best to keep the boy out of trouble.

It wasn’t a very hard task, seeing as he had recently married Victoire Weasley and she had the ability to get him to ignore his hot head and see reason.

“Take a seat before you pass out, son,” Harry said, summoning him a glass of water. Teddy drank it in one sip and pulled something from out of his cloak. There, in a clear plastic bag, was a long, thin stick.

“It’s a wand!” he said, stating the obvious. “But it isn’t Diggle’s wand. His was right under him. This was found in the bushes outside the house. We think it may belong to the killer.”

“Get it down to the Artifacts Department and have them do the necessary spell work to identify the owner,” Harry told him and Teddy eagerly raced out of the room. Silence fell over the three men as he left.

“I knew him since I was eleven years old,” Harry said to no one in particular. Scorpius opened his mouth to say something but Ron silenced him with a look. ”He was in the Leaky Cauldron when Hagrid took me. After he spoke to me I realized that there was more to my story than just the Dursley’s being, well, like they were. He was also the one who took them into hiding when I moved out of Privet Drive. He was a loyal man, helped the cause...” he summoned a bottle of Firewhiskey and three glasses from a cupboard in the corner and poured three glasses. “To Dedalus!” he said and took a drink.

“To Dedalus!” the other two echoed. The silence fell over them again.

“I don’t think the wand belongs to the killer,” Scorpius finally said, staring somberly at his empty glass.

“It does seem a bit suspicious, that they would just throw it away like that. What wizard does this?” Ron wondered, clutching his own tightly. The memories of his faulty wand, the one that had been Charlie’s and he had broken still haunted him.

“Besides, this couldn’t be just anyone. They don’t teach Unforgivable Curses in school, or any charms that could help do this. They even considered transferring them to the History Department to be taught there, they haven’t been used in so long,” Scorpius continued. “If I’m not mistaken, there are only a handful of witches and wizards that still know the theory behind them.”

“We should’ve registered them when we had the chance,” Ron said bitterly. Harry let out a hollow laugh.

“I still remember the face Hermione made when you suggested this. She thought it was as bad as the Muggle Born Registry!” he said.

Scorpius shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The men had these conversations sometimes, about things that had happened to them during the war and after, and it always made him feel uneasy. The stories his father and grandfather had told him about the war were very different.

Lucius Malfoy was never the same after the war was over. He had lost many of his connections and was now living in the old Manor, feeding off stories of better times, when he was at the height of his glory. Draco Malfoy avoided the topic altogether. It was after all Harry himself that had testified in his trial about his switching of sides in the Battle of Hogwarts and kept him out of jail. Neither of the men spoke of how it was actually Narcissa that saved the family, declaring Harry dead and lying to the late Voldemort to his face.

His thoughts were interrupted once again by Teddy Lupin, returning with news. By the look on his face, they were not good.

“The wizard finished his analysis,” he announced, and looked grave. “The wand that cast the Killing Curse. It belongs to Parvati Patil.”


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Edited 8/17/2013 for spelling and grammar.






Chapter 2: II. Parvarti Patil
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Harry and Ron looked as if they were just slapped in the face.

“Parvati Patil, are you positive?” Ron asked, shocked. His skin had paled behind his freckles and it clashed horribly with his red hair. Harry on the other hand looked as if he had aged ten years in two minutes.

“That’s what he said. I asked him to double check and there was no doubt about it.” Teddy said and looked apologetic. He had known Patil was a friend of his godfather and they had gone to school together and strangely felt as if he was to blame for the unfortunate turn of events.

“Blimey… Parvati.” Ron said looking at Harry. His face was tense and his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, he got up and started walking towards the door.

“It’s time the Auror Department made an official statement.”

Ron, Scorpius and Teddy followed him to the Atrium, where the crowd had grown larger since Ron’s return. They watched as a silence fell over them when Harry stepped up to speak to them.

“In the early hours of the morning, Dedalus Diggle was found dead in his residence outside of Swansea. There were no signs of forced entry but the Auror Office was able to determine that his cause of death was the use of an Unforgivable Curse.” the crowd gasped. “We assure the wizarding population that this is an isolated incident and we will find the culprit and bring him to justice. Do not panic, there is no need to do so. We will return with more information as we gather it. Thank you!”

The reporters rushed to the floo network, eager to get into their offices and write their articles. As the crowd thinned, two women started making their way towards to front of the room. Ginny Potter and Hermione Weasley were wearing cloaks over what appeared to be nightgowns and their faces were tired and worried. Harry and Ron exchanged a knowing look. They knew what the men also knew. Mysterious deaths were never a good sign.

“Teddy, Scorpius.” Ginny greeted as they reached the small group. Hermione was not so pleasant.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?” Hermione demanded, looking at her husband as if she was trying to read his mind.

“Not here,” he muttered in reply. “Office.”

The short walk only served to make the women more impatient. They sat down around the office and Harry started talking, filling them in on the events of the night. The murder, the investigation, the wand.

“Well, that’s perfect; we can identify the owner and make the arrest.” Hermione said in her usual bossy way.

“It’s not so easy, Hermione. You see, we already identified the owner of the wand. It’s Parvarti.” Harry said slowly. The women didn’t say anything.

“Parvarti who?” Ginny finally asked, sounding like a small child. Ron made an impatient sound with his tongue.

“Parvarti Patil. Former member of the DA.” Ron said harshly. His sister threw him a look that clearly showed she did not enjoy his tone.

“That can’t be possible. Parvarti would never do this… kill somebody? And Dedalus? But why? She couldn’t have had a motive.” Hermione muttered.

“I’m afraid there is only one way to find out.” Harry said and turned to Scorpius and Teddy. “Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Lupin, please bring Partvarti Patil into Ministry custody for questioning in regard to the murder of the wizard Dedalus Diggle.” he gave the official order. The men nodded and left for her house.
The Weasleys and the Potters were left behind to ponder what would come next.

“Who’s going to question her?” Hermione finally asked, voicing what was on all of their minds. Who would question their former school mate, the witch that had fought alongside them during the war, in regard to her committing a murder.

“Scorpius should do it. He’s the best we’ve got and frankly we can’t do it. Neither Ron, nor I and Teddy is also related to us now. I don’t want us being accused of favoring her. I went to the Yule Ball with her.” He finished, ignoring Ginny’s scowl.

It was the truth, though. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the symbol of their revolution was one of the most interesting figures of the Wizarding World. His wedding to the Weasley’s only daughter was an affair that was rivaled only by the weddings of the British royal family. The birth of his children had reporters camping in the lobby of St. Mungo’s Hospital. All in all, everybody knew what the Potters were up to and this was an official matter, so nothing could be overlooked.

Harry resumed his pacing as Hermione left the office to bring some coffee. They would be needing lots of it today.




Parvarti Patil was sleeping when there was a knock on her door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and slowly made her way towards the front door. She found herself face to face with representatives of the Auror Office, who requested her wand and escorted her to the Ministry for questioning. She was not even fully aware of what was going on, she just nodded numbly as they informed her of what the charges were.

She was seated in an interrogation room and trembled slightly as she awaited somebody to come in. A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes came in shortly.

“Miss Patil? My name is Scorpius Malfoy and I have a few questions for you.” he started and sat down opposite her. He searched her face, her long black hair was swept in a braid away from her dark complexion and her tired eyes were worried.

“Why am I here? What’s going on?” she asked, her voice cracking. Her mind was trying to get around the sudden change of events that had brought her in for questioning at such an early hour.

“Miss Patil, where were you tonight between 11 o’clock in the evening and 1 o’clock in the morning?” Scorpius started, pulling a notepad and a quill from his pocket and writing down notes.

“I was at home… I went to bed at about half past eleven. Like I always do.” she answered slowly but surely.
The Auror surveyed her. Nothing about her body language suggested she was in any way concealing the truth from him. She was worried and scared but sure of her words.

“Can anybody testify in regard to this?” he asked as he scribbled more notes.

“No, I live alone. My sister came earlier for tea. But she left at about nine, I think it was. Why? What’s going on?” she inquired, leaning towards the table that separated them.

“Are you aware of a wizard by the name of Dedalus Diggle, Miss Patil?” Her face showed no signs of recognition, only confusion. He had half hoped something in her eyes would light up at the mention of the name, seeing as the questioning was proving to be extremely unsuccessful.

“No, I can’t say it rings a bell.” she said looking at him with wide eyes. She shook her head and rand a hand down the length of her hair.

“And you are not aware that he was found dead earlier this evening in his home?” Scorpius pressed on, now looking straight at her face.

“No, why would I? I wouldn’t know… never met him.” she shrugged.

“And also, you are not aware that your wand was found at the scene of the crime?” This time shock swept across her features.

“My wand? Of course not! It was on my bedside table like it always was. That’s not possible.” her voice shook as of she had just swallowed ice and instinctively she reached for her pocket. The wand wasn’t there however, it had been confiscated.

“I’m afraid, Miss Patil, that it is. A wand was found at the scene of the crime and our analysis revealed that it belonged to you.” he concluded, waiting for her reaction.

“Mr. Malfoy!” the woman raised her voice, losing her temper. “That could not have been my wand. I bought my wand in Diagon Alley when I was eleven years old and have had it with me every day ever since. You are making a mistake and you are confusing me with somebody else. I demand to speak with one of your superiors, either Ron Weasley or Harry Potter!” she snapped, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms across her chest. Scorpius looked her up an down once more and nodded, leaving the room.


Ginny had left around eight o’clock that morning to get ready for work. Both she and Hermione knew that their presence in the Ministry could do next to nothing for Parvarti and so it was a case of getting to the bottom of everything, something that only the Aurors could do. Scorpius entered the office just as the women were leaving.

“She says it’s not her, Potter.” he said, looking defeated. “She says her wand was in her possession at all times, she denies having a second wand, the one that we took from her and she even denies knowing Diggle. We could just feed her some Veritaserum and be done with it.”

“That’s against the rules, Malfoy. What will all our work mean if the testimony we get from her cannot be presented in front of the Wizengamont?” Harry replied sharply.

“Then I don’t know what we can do. She won’t say who the owner of the second wand is and without that we’re stuck.” he said, sounding defeated and throwing his notepad on his desk, for him to look over the notes.

“That’s because she isn’t lying.” a voice said from behind them. Dean Thomas, Harry and Ron’s former classmate entered the office and placed a stack of papers on the desk in front of the Head Auror. “The wand that was in her possession is the wand that Ollivander sold to her in 1991. It’s her wand.”

Harry looked like he was going to be sick. “Call in a meeting, ten minutes, conference room.” he instructed and motioned for Scorpius to follow him. There was no way of coming up with answers alone, so he would need the input of his colleagues on this one.

It was strange for him at first, having to share information with so many people, delegating tasks to others and leaving research to somebody who wasn’t Hermione. But the years had taught him that he couldn’t do everything alone and with the dark times over, it was up to him and his team to maintain the peace and the prosperity of the wizarding world, a peace that had cost so many lives.

“Good morning team!” he greeted as the entered the room, looking at the people gathered around the round table. Scorpius Malfoy, Teddy Lupin, Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley Junior, Derek Smith, Jeremiah Clarkson and Simone Berkley were the main team, assisted by Brent Grantham and Penelope Shepard, who were in charge of forensics and a whole lot of clerks and assistants and press liaisons that together formed the Auror Department, run by Harry Potter and his second, Ron Weasley.

They returned his greeting and sat in silence, looking at him. “So far, we have one dead body, a wand that belongs to a witch the fought in the war and a second wand that she claims is the one she bought in Diagon Alley. We’ve got no signs of forced entry, no prints, neither Muggle or magical and Dark Magic at the scene of the crime. Any ideas?”

“What if she’s lying Harry?” Fred questioned.

“She doesn’t appear to be. I questioned her myself, she was a little concerned when we brought her in, but after I asked about the wand, she snapped and demanded to see somebody else. She is really confused and appears to have no knowledge of the victim’s existence.” Scorpius explained, raising his hands to rub his temples. The lack of sleep was catching up to him and his mind seemed to be slowing down.

“If there is Dark Magic involved only a few people could be responsible, isn’t that right? How about we question the usual suspects, Death Eaters and such?” Smith suggested. He was the youngest addition to the team, just fresh out of training and sometimes seemed to think that the answers to certain questions were so obvious they shouldn’t even have to think about them.

“All the non-Imperiused Death Eaters were imprisoned and there hasn’t been an escape from Azkaban in years. Besides, if we start hauling in former dark wizards there is bound to be panic among the population.” Ron said. “Besides, who knows if any of them have taught these curses to other people. We can’t force a confession out of them and rounding up every witch and wizard they ever came in contact with would take years. It’s not something we can do and expect to be successful at.” he finished.

It seemed that they had come to a halt in the investigation. With two wands, one very un-likely suspect and one victim, there just wasn’t enough to make heads or tails of anything. Loud noises from the corridor made them turn their attention towards the shouting.

“I don’t bloody care if they’re in a meeting. As Head of the Law Enforcement Department I am allowed to walk in if I have an emergency and this is an emergency!” Hermione was shouting, probably at a young intern that had tried to stop her from entering the room. The door opened and a pale Hermione made her way in, carrying a stack of papers. She hurried towards the table and threw them in front of the Aurors.

“We’ve had a new report. Hestia Jones was found dead in an alley just outside of Hogsmeade.”



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Chapter 3: III. Hestia Jones
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Nobody waited for orders. They all scrambled towards the door, eager to get on scene.

“Stop right there!” Harry yelled and they all paused, some in very awkward positions. “I want forensics on the scene, I want three people interviewing witnesses, I want a press release, I want to know immediate family and I want to know all these five minutes ago.” he ordered and everybody left to do what they had been instructed.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, a look of understanding grazing the latter’s features.

“Harry,” she said softly. “Who escorted the Dursley’s from Privet Drive in 1997?”

“Dedalus and Hestia.” he said, shock spreading over his features. “What in bloody hell is going on here? Why are these people dropping dead?” he said, angered by the turn of events. As much as he wished, he couldn’t wrap his mind around what was going on at the moment.

“Somebody is doing this, and I don’t think Parvati is behind Dedalus’s death. I just feel it in my gut.” Hermione told the men. “I have to check something, but I’ll come back later.” she said and exited the office. Harry got up with a sigh.

“C’mon Ron, it’s time to examine the crime scene.”

Hogsmeade was quiet that day, a large crowd was already gathered next to alley where the body was found. A quick analysis revealed that it was indeed the Killing Curse. Hestia Jones had been found by a young witch, heading to work in a small shop. She had alerted the authorities and was currently being interviewed by Fred but she knew next to nothing. Further questioning of witnesses proved just as fruitless and forensics found no prints.

Harry was surveying the scene and the crowd, wishing that they would just go away and let them do his job. They weren’t there because somebody had died, they were there because Harry was processing the crime scene and the thought made him sick to his stomach.

Hestia’s body was removed, to be investigated by the people in St. Mungo’s. Somebody in the Ministry had tracked down one of Hestia’s nieces and Harry was informed straight away.

“Who are we sending to deliver the news?” Ron asked Harry, as the crowd started to disperse.

“I think we should go. Maybe something happened, maybe she received threats and told somebody. Also, I need Shepard and Berkley to search her house, maybe we can uncover something. Everybody else can wrap up and head back to Headquarters.” he instructed as he prepared to leave the scene himself.

Harry and Ron Apparated just a few blocks away from the address they had been given as belonging to Celeste Munsten. They knocked on the door and a plump witch answered, a bowl in her hand and an apron tied to her front. Mentally, Harry imagined a younger version of his mother-in-law.

“Mrs. Munsten, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, Auror Department. May we come in and have a word?”

The witch looked puzzled but let them in and proceeded to serve them tea and cake. Harry found it strange that she had not expressed immediate concern as to the reason of their visit, but his mind wouldn’t allow him to dwell on it as he searched for the words to speak to her.

“What can I do for you Mr. Potter?” she asked softly. Her voice was barely a whisper. She was clearly very shy and not used to unexpected company, especially from official Ministry representatives.

“Mrs. Munsten, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. This morning, your aunt, Mrs. Hestia Jones was found dead. You have my deepest condolences.” Harry said, sounding compassionate. It was one of the more ungrateful aspects of his jobs, not being able to save everybody and having to deliver bad news.

The woman gasped and tears filled her eyes. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and sobbed quietly into it. It was a good few minutes before she regained herself enough to speak.

“What? How? What happened?” she finally managed to ask between fresh waves of tears.

“She was found this morning in Hogsmeade village. I’m afraid it wasn’t of natural causes.” Harry said, not sure how to continue pressing the woman for information in her fragile state of mind.

“So you mean she was killed? Who would do that in this day and age?” she said, looking shocked. Her eyes darted from Harry to Ron, as if waiting for them to change their story.

“I know this is a hard time for you, but we need you to answer some questions.” Ron started, his voice uneasy. Compassion was never one of his strong points. “Did you aunt have any known enemies, or do you know of any recent threats to her life?”

“No, she didn’t. She was a good woman, paid her dues to our world during the war. She didn’t deserve this.” she said bitterly, shaking her head. Whisps had fallen from her updo and her face was swollen and red.

“We know madam, we know.” Harry replied softly. “We’re going to leave know. Once again, so sorry for your loss.” he finished, not wanting to impose on this time of mourning any more than necessary.

“She spoke highly of you, Mr. Potter.” she told him, making his insides chilly. “I was young during the war, not even at Hogwarts, but I used to listen to her conversations with my mother, God rest both of their souls. She knew even then you were our best hope, never believed a word of the propaganda. Then she went into hiding with your family. She told me stories of that after it was all over. A nightmare they were, no offence to you, sir. But she kept them safe and she was proud to be of service. She didn’t have to die like this.” she declared and escorted them out.

Harry was quiet as he returned to the office with Ron at his side. The search of Jones’s house revealed nothing. After twenty years of relative peace, they had two murders in less than 24 hours, an unlikely suspect and no leads to follow. Harry hadn’t sensed that kind of dread since his hunt for the Horcruxes.

His team was writing up reports and Hermione was waiting for them with lunch, urging them to eat in order to maintain their forces. It was one of the traits she had picked up from their mother-in-law in all these years, using food as a bandage for worries and sadness. Harry’s insides still squirmed when he remembered the mountains of food that had been shoved in front of them after Fred’s death in 1998.

Teddy entered the office a while later, the same dark look on his face as earlier that day.

“We found another wand on the scene, Harry.” he announced. “And I have reason to believe that somebody is seriously trying to screw with us.”

The news of the wand should’ve given him hope and sent him on a new lead. But Parvati’s wand found earlier that day still hadn’t given them any real clues. She was released a few hours ago and Harry’s instincts told him that a new wand would be found on the second scene. The question was, who would he have to interview this time.

“Who is it?” Harry asked dryly.

“Well, the thing is… It can’t be.” Teddy started, waving his arms around, as if trying to shake off a really bothering idea.

“Who is it?” Harry asked, his tone more impatient than he had intended. It wasn’t the boy’s fault after all, that they were in this mess.

“It’s Alastor Moody.” he said bluntly. He had wanted to continue his sentence but he was caught off as Alastor Moody’s portrait, that hung in the Head Auror Office, to Harry’s left, let out a roar of protest and proceeded to lecture Harry and the Aurors on his lack of “constant vigillence”.

“Teddy, Mad Eye Moody’s been dead for two decades.” Hermione argued, hey eyes wide in shock and her tone hard and disbelieving.

“I know that, it’s why I now know that the wands are there to send us on a wild goose chase.” he said harshly. “Here’s what we found, maybe you can make head or tails of it.” he left his report on the table and went back to his station, eyeing the other reports he had to sort through with a sickened look on his face.

Harry tapped his wand on the report and made two copies as the others settled around the room, getting ready to analyze the information presented to them.

“I may have an idea.” Hermione finally said, putting the papers down. “We need to have a closer analysis of the duplicate wands.”

“Well then, we’ll call in somebody from Ollivander’s and have them take a look.” Ron suggested, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back into his chair.

Harry shook his head. “We can’t bring somebody from outside in this stage of his investigation. Imagine the panic if word got out that there’s a killer on the loose making clone-wands. People would start going crazy, the reports alone would be enough to burry us.”

“Then how do you suggest we go about this?” Ron replied. Harry had a look in his eyes that his old friend didn’t like. He was getting a crazy idea, like breaking into Gringotts. This side of Harry, though he would never admit it, scared Ron, because whatever would follow he would surely not like.

“We call in our own expert. We need somebody we can trust, somebody who understands the implications, somebody with a pair of fresh eyes.” he was sitting behind his desk, his hands folded in front of him, looking at Ron apprehensively.

Ron‘s features darkened as understanding washed over his and he nearly fell out of the chair he was occupying.“No, absolutely no way we’re dragging her into this mess!” Ron exploded, his voice shaking in anger. “People are dying here! She’s best left where she is!”

“Ron,” Hermione said softly, trying to appease him. She too had understood what Harry was hinting at, but unlike her husband, she agreed that this was the best course of action. “He’s right. She would understand what’s at stake.” she informed him.

“I forbid it! It’s out of the question!” he barked a finality in his tone the other two didn’t like. How perfectly Ron, to not realize that people were dying and that they needed all the help they could get.

“We at least need to contact her, let her make the choice!” Hermione insisted, her annoyance growing with every word she spoke. “Stop being such an over-protective git and start being an Auror, Ronald Weasley.”

He seemed taken aback by the fact that his wife didn’t support his point of view. How could she not see the danger and the implications? How could she be fine with dragging her in this mess, when the world was on the brink of something they did not know and could not understand at the moment.

“Fine, we ask her, but if she says no, we’re not pushing her!” he finally agreed, sulking. He hoped that deep down, she would not be bothered coming back and he could sleep a little easier at night.

“I’ll go send an owl right now.” Hermione said and got up but as she opened the door she was stopped by Harry.

“No, it’s classified. Somebody needs to go and explain the situation to her in person and come back with her or an answer.” he explained. “It’s safer. We can’t just send a bird carrying all this information and risk somebody reading it.”

“Okay, I’ll go!” Ron said immediately, getting up as well, his face suddenly alive and gleeful once more.

“No Ron, you’re Deputy of this Office, we can’t spare you at this time. I’m sorry but that’s the way it is.” Harry told him in his best official tone. “I hate to pull rank here, mate, but it’s not an option.”

“Then who do we send? Fred? Teddy?” he asked, still reluctant to admit defeat. They could at least send somebody he knew and trusted, somebody he could prepare for the meeting.

“It needs to be somebody from outside the family. Get me Scorpius Malfoy.” Harry said to a stack of memos on his desk and one of them rose into the air and zoomed out.

“I will not have him anywhere near…” Ron started, his tone rising dangerously.

“Ronald, he is the best you have for this job. You may not like his father but if anybody can keep her safe if needed, it’s him.” Hermione intejected, anger dripping from her voice. “Just let the man do his job and think outside your schoolboy grudge for a second.” she sounded annoyed with him.

Minutes later, Scorpius entered the office and sat down as Harry instructed, feeling uncomfortable at the daggers Ron was shooting his way.

“Scorpius, we have a mission for you.” he started. “if you choose to accept it, you must known that it is highly classified. Nobody will known where you are, not even your family and should it prove unsuccessful, nobody must know about its existence at all. We do not think it to be dangerous at this time but that may change at any time.”

“I understand, sir.” he nodded, his tone betraying his curiosity. “I’ll do it.” he said without hesitance.

“Well then, let me explain. We received the reports of the last attack and I, we, believe that a further analysis of the wands discovered needs to be conducted.” Scorpius nodded, letting Harry know that he was following. “I need you to travel to Romania, by Muggle airplane, and track down Rose Weasley. She is studying wandlore under one of the most respected wand makers in Eastern Europe, Vasile Stanoiu. Once you find him, she will be there. We have no way of letting her know you are coming so you will have to explain everything to her. If she chooses to return with you, then you return by means of Muggle transportation and she can begin the analysis. I have here for you all the information you need and you should leave as soon as possible.” he finished, handing him several report and shaking his hand. “Good luck!”

Scorpius nodded, bid his farewell to Ron and Hermione and left the office. He flipped through the reports and decided he needed to buy a plane ticket. As he left the Ministry and headed towards the nearest travel agency, he thought about the task ahead.

He hadn’t seen Rose since their graduation. She was a Gryffindor in his year at school and the two hadn’t had much contact, even though Scorpius sometimes hung out with her cousins, Albus and Fred. He didn’t know how she would react to seeing him or if she would accept at all, but maybe her Gryffindor honor would kick in and she would accept. Either way, it wasn’t going to be easy to just drop in out of nowhere, informing her of this whole mess. It was a challenge he was strangely eager for, a new possibility for him to affirm his belonging in the Office and maybe, just maybe, he could contribue to the unlocking of the entire mystery.



AN: I wanted to wait until tomorrow to get this up,but then I saw the waiting was only 12 hours long and I couldn't resist. Thank you so much for the reviews and for reading!

Next chapter, we get to meet the mysterious Rose and find out how she deals with her unexpected guest.

Once again, I don't own anything.


Chapter 4: IV. Rose Weasley
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The rain was pouring down in Bucharest International Airport when Scorpius landed. He thought of all the places where the girl could go study, thinking of sunny shores and white beaches, but no, she had to go somewhere where the rain fell in the autumn like the Biblical flood.

His task presented itself with mixed feelings. What if she wouldn’t speak to him? She had no reason. If she wished to remain here, he was not supposed to pressure her. He was to give her all the information she needed but not exaggerate. They treated him like he was sixteen again. Explaining how to do his job.

Draco Malfoy hadn’t been pleased when his son announced that he wished to be an Auror. A Malfoy working under Harry Potter was regarded as a job similar to caretaker of Hogwarts. Astoria Malfoy was more supportive and together they managed to win Draco over and he gave his approval in the end.

There was tension on the team at first and Scorpius was under the impression that Ron Weasley didn’t like him very much. There were still times, even now, two years later, when there was friction between the two. And Scorpius could imagine that the senior Auror wasn’t too happy with him going to retrieve his only daughter.

A Muggle taxi left him near the center of Bucharest. The city was crowded at that time of day, afternoon rush hour and the drive took almost forty five minutes. The driver didn’t speak English and Scorpius was thankful, he didn’t feel like making polite conversation with a foreign Muggle. The car finally stopped next to a tall, white marble building, that from what he could gather was the Palace of Justice. A river flowed in front of it and across the river he could see a set of streets, narrow and crowded, packed with cafés and restaurants. That was the old part of the city and inside one of those buildings Scorpius knew he would find the wandmaker.

He slowly made his way across the street and entered the street. Young Muggles were drinking colorful drinks inside the various pubs, probably hiding from the rain. It took him some time to locate the wandmaker’s shop. The streets weren’t very different from London’s own Diagon Alley, narrow and with various shaped buildings on the sides. It couldn’t have been a more perfect place to hide a store filled with magical instruments.

The shop looked like an old abandoned building, across the street from what appeared to be a bridal shop. Scorpius carefully pulled his own wand out and tapped the door of the building, the doors opening. It was dark inside the shop and boxes filled the walls. At the front was a counter with a small bell, no doubt placed there to call upon the owner if needed. The air was stuffy and Scorpius noticed the lack of windows, wondering how the people who worked there could resist long hours in the old store. He rang the bell and moments later a man wearing dark red robes emerged from the back. He was very old, short and round, with a stern face and light blue eyes. His appearance was elegant and something about the air around him commanded respect.

“Buna ziua.” he said in a deep, grave voice as he eyed Scorpius up and down.

“Erm… Good afternoon, Mr. Stanoiu?” the Auror greeted, unsure of how to proceed if the shopkeeper didn’t speak English. He now wished he would’ve brought a travel guide with him.

“Yes, I am.” the man confirmed, not taking his eyes off the man a second. It gave him the chills, he felt like a small child that had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. “And you are?” the old man inquired, as if Scorpius had omitted something that was logical.

“My name is Scorpius Malfoy, I’m here to see…” Scorpius explained but the old man cut him off.

“Malfoy? The name is familiar. You are family of Lucius Malfoy?”

“Yes sir, he is my grandfather.” he answered, unsure of where the man was headed with the conversation. Was he going to send him away because of his family history, tell him his business was unwanted there? And if that was the case, how was he going to get in touch with Rose?

“Yes, you are son of Draco. They come to me, many years ago, after war. Your grandfather’s wand was broken by the Dark Lord, nobody in Europe wanted to make another. But Vasile Stanoiu never refuses when people come wanting a wand.” the wizard reminisced, seeming very proud that it was him and him alone that had served Lucius in a time when others turned their back. The whole air around him was that of a proud man, yet Scorpius felt there was something off about him. Like he was hiding something and he took pride in the things that he hid and no one knew. The fact that he had traveled across a continent and the first person he met knew of his family’s past did nothing to ease his nerves in regards to the task he had set out to do.

“Mr. Stanoiu, I’m here to see one of your students, her name is Rose Weasley.” he finally managed to tell the wizard and at once he turned on his heels and entered the back room, shouting indications in Romanian that Scorpius could not understand. Finally he heard him resume the use of the English language.

“Roza, there is visitor for you.” the man said and Scorpius waited to hear a reply on her part.

“A visitor? For me? Who is it?” a young woman’s voice said. Scorpius didn’t remember her voice sounding so warm and friendly. “Never mind, I’ll go see for myself.” Impatient, the man grinned to himself. Daughter of Weasley indeed.

“Hello, I was told you wanted to see me, Mister…? What in Merlin‘s name are you doing here?” she asked, a bewildered look grazing her soft features, as she let go of the bag she was carrying and it fell to the ground with a soft thud.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Rose.” Scorpius began, trying to look apologetic.

“It’s alright, it’s just that you were … saying that you were the last person I expected to see is putting it lightly. You were actually the second or third person after that.” she chuckled and picked her bag up. “What can I do for you? Need a wand?” she joked as she motioned to the boxes on the walls.

“I’m here on Ministry business. I was sent to speak with you in regard to a delicate matter. I would appreciate it if we could set up a meeting at your earliest convenience.” Scorpius informed her in his most official tone. To his surprise she started laughing.

“Off your high horse, Malfoy.” she grinned at him. “Give me a second to tell the old man I’m going.” she pointed to the back of the store and disappeared through the doors, her voice ringing after a few moments. “Vasile, I’m going home now. Acasa, Vasile. See you tomorrow. La revedere!” she greeted and returned to Scorpius. She motioned him to leave the shop and he followed her, planning out the conversation he was about to have with her in his mind.

They walked the streets in silence for a while, reaching the river Scorpius had seen earlier and that he now learned was called the Dambovita River. The rain had stopped and the air was fresh, making the walk a most pleasant one. Rose seemed to know a lot about Romania and Bucharest which made Scorpius understand that she wasn’t here just to study, she was enjoying every moment she got to spend in the foreign land.

“You said it was official business, so I don’t think we can discuss it anywhere else but my flat. Anything you tell me will be safe there, Dad and Uncle Harry set up all the wards and magical protection they could think about when I moved.” she explained their destination as they reached a grey stone building and entered, making their way up the stairs. Somehow, the existence of the wards didn’t strike the Auror as odd and with a scowl he realized he had now spent that much time with Weasley and Potter. He could now recognize certain patterns of their behavior.

They entered the flat, a comfortable one bedroom located near the old center where they had met. Rose invited him to take a seat at the table as she made the tea and prepared a light snack for the both of them. Scorpius observed her as she prepared the meal, noticing how content was written across her face and how her brown eyes gave away her happiness at being here. She was calm and settled into this new life and he felt a tug at his insides when he realized that he was there to end her state of bliss. She sat down across from him with a mug in her hands and motioned for him to begin, as she helped herself to a sandwich.

“Earlier this week we’ve had an incident. It was reported shortly after midnight and I was one of the men to arrive first on the scene. There had been a home invasion that resulted in the death of Dedalus Diggle, a war veteran, your family was acquainted with him. But that wasn’t the strange thing. His death, it was caused by the Killing Curse.” Rose started choking on her food and gulped down a large amount of tea to wash it down. Scorpius waited for her to regain her breath and then continued. “The next morning we found another victim. Another war veteran, a woman by the name of Hestia Jones. The modus operandi was the same, Killing Curse. But this isn’t why I was sent to see you.”

“I was sent to see you because at both scenes of the crime we found wands. The first belonged to a witch by the name of Parvati Patil and we brought her in, but further analysis revealed it wasn’t possible for the wand we found to belong to her, because she had never let her own wand out of reach at any time. We found it strange enough, the presence of duplicate wands, but what really made us see that whoever is behind this is playing a game, taunting us, was the fact that the wand found on the second crime scene belonged to an Auror that died in 1997, Alastor Moody.”

Rose nodded as the man finished his tale, her mind already working on all the leads that they could follow.

“I came to see you Rose, because…”

“I’m family. I know.” she finished for him, leaving him at a loss for words. “I grew up with tales of these people. Dedalus, Hestia, Moody. This is personal now.” she said, a sad and chilling smile creeping on her face as she stared ahead.

Scorpius searched for something to say to her, but she had said it all and if she understood then all he needed was her answer.

“I suppose one of the things you want to know is how the killer managed to duplicate the properties of a wand the belong to somebody that’s been dead for a long time.” she inquired and Scorpius nodded. “A wand is a living, breathing entity. It breathes magic and it’s bound to the magic of the wizard it chooses. In the way a soul is bound to a human organism. Take my wand, for example. I was chosen by an elm wand, ten and a half inches long, unicorn tail, very pliable. It reflects my thirst for knowledge and the depth of my roots. But in the same way that you can maul the soul, by splitting it, you can take the characteristics of a wand and copy them, bend them in an unnatural way to do your biding.” she stroked her wand as she spoke, not looking at anything but it. It was a sort of respect that seemed to draw her to the wand and that made her understand all the quirks that came with this branch of magic. “Magic like that leaves a trace and you can tell who did it, if you know where to look. And lucky for you, Malfoy, I know where to look.” she smirked, finally looking at him. Scorpius nodded and opened his mouth to explain the terms of their journey when a Patronous soared through the window and spoke to Scorpius in Ron Weasley’s voice.

“Break-in at Potter Manor. Attempted kidnapping of Harry. Come home.” 



AN: Here I am with chapter four. I had the hardest time with some writer's block right in the middle of this chapter. But I have the next few chapters planned out so that shouldn't happen anymore.Thank you all for reading and reviewing! 

Now for some translations:

Buna ziua -  Good day;

Acasa- Home;

La revedere- Goodbye.


Disclaimer: I don't own anything!


Chapter 5: V. Potter Manor/The Burrow
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Never before had Scorpius been more grateful for his Auror training. As a young man, fresh out of Hogwarts, he found some of the teachings to be ridiculous. Surely one would know how to handle themselves in a crisis. People have been doing it for years without coaching. He was supposed to learn how to camouflage himself, how to hex and jinx an opponent without them seeing it coming. Hell, he even found tracking the Muggle way more useful than the “Crisis management” tutorial. But as the last of his superior’s Patronus vanished, a thought crossed his mind, to owl the wizard who had taught that class and send him a bottle of mead.


His eyes traveled towards Rose and found her rooted on the spot, her eyes wide in fear, one hand gripping the table like she was about to fall over, the other covering her mouth. The professional side of him kicked in and he spoke to her in a firm but calm tone.


“Get up and go to your bedroom. You will pack only essential clothing, nothing too heavy, no Undetectable Extension Charms. You will need money and your identification papers. I assume you have Muggle identification papers?” she nodded. “Then, you will send a message to your employer, telling him that you need to take some time of. You have an hour, the first plane for London leaves in four and a half hours and it is of utmost importance we be on it.” he finished and signaled for her to leave.


Rose obeyed like a small child, getting up and dashing towards her bedroom. Scorpius took a sip of his tea, attempting to calm his nerves. An attack on the Head of the Department was nothing short of a war declaration. And the team would go forward for their leader. But how do you track down and capture somebody you have never seen and have no clue where to find?


The thoughts were running through his head and it made it spin. He drained the last of his tea and with a wave of his wand the mugs when flying into the sink where they proceeded to wash themselves. It calmed him to watch the rhythmical movements of the soap and sponge on the porcelain of the mug and he didn’t notice Rose’s return.


“I’m ready when you are, Scorpius.” she said quietly, pulling at her Muggle denim jacket. Next to her was a packet black Muggle suitcase, same color as her boots. She was good at dressing in Muggle clothes, he observed in his mind as she gathered her documents.


“We’re going to take a Muggle taxi to the airport.” he informed, turning to look at the room one last time. His eyes stopped on the clock that hug on the wall next to the door. She had only taken twenty minutes to get ready. Scorpius nodded, more to himself than to her and motioned for her to leave the room.




The drive to the airport had taken them longer than expected and with every passing moment Rose noticed the Auror beginning to get impatient.


“We’ll get there in time.” she assured him, looking out the window at all the Muggle cars that were stuck in traffic. She had never failed to wonder why they thought the metal boxes on wheels were a safe way to travel. Off the top of her head, she could think of less Quidditch accidents that were more likely to happen as opposed to accidents in those things.


As they finally pulled into the white zone of the “Henri Coanda” airport, Scorpius paid the driver in a hurry and picked up Rose’s luggage with ease. They were lucky to find no lines at the check - in points and with her case on the way, they made their way to customs.


The elderly security guard inspected them with a machine Rose knew from her mother had the role of detecting metal. She was surprised he had not inquired about her wand, but the look of concentration on Scorpius’s face made her suspect a Confounding Charm was responsible. Finally, they settled into their seats and as the airplane started it’s take off maneuvers, she looked at him closely for the first time that day.


In her mind, Scorpius Malfoy would always be the blonde boy with a pointed chin and eyes too blue to be natural. But in the years since she had last seen him, he had changed. it was a very subtle difference, but the lines around his mouth and his eyes had deepened and there was a certain air about him that made Rose feel uncomfortable, like a young girl would in the presence of an adult.. She was the first to speak.


“How come they could summon you back with a Patronus but they had to send you all the way here to talk to me? Wouldn’t it have been easier to Patronus me as well?” she asked, her eyes traveling from him to the Muggle flight attendant that was giving them safety instructions.


“The Patronus isn’t used for that. We couldn’t risk you being with somebody else when it arrived. And if you were to return, your safety needed to be guaranteed.” he replied in a very official manner.


“You know, you can drop the whole Ministry attitude. It’s really starting to bug me. We have a few hours ahead of us and if you’re going to talk like my uncle Percy the whole time, I maybe bored to death by the time we land.” she declared, rolling her eyes at him for good measure. He remained silent. After a few minutes he addressed her again.


“Why did you come all the way out here? With your family, they could’ve gotten you into the best apprenticeship in all of the country.” he commented.


She shrugged at his words, her face bearing an expression of annoyance. Scorpius couldn’t quite tell what his question brought up for her.


“All the more reason to come out here. This trade is brutal, you have to be smart and on your feet, any mistake can prove fatal to the subsequent user. At home they would’ve babied me. Vasile maybe a creepy guy but he’s straight forward and won’t settle for second best when it comes to his business.” she pointed out. Her tone made the Auror aware that his question had hit a nerve. “You know, it’s been a long day. Maybe I will try to get some sleep.”


Scorpius recognized her dismissal and resumed looking out the window, lost in his own thoughts.



Ron Weasley checked the back door once again and decided that a third analysis wouldn’t do much good, seeing as the first two didn’t show anything significant. That was the point of entrance, but the door had been magically unlocked, just like in Dedalus’s case and nothing was taken. He passed the members of his team on his way to the living room of Potter Manor, where his sister and Harry Potter were waiting.


Potter Manor was improperly named so. While the house was indeed large, standing at three stories high, it didn’t resemble any of the old wizard manors. The Potters wanted their home to have a comforting air about it and so they decorated in wood and warm colors. The only marble found inside the place was in the bathrooms and kitchen.


Ron found them in the living room, Ginny sitting on the sofa, dressed in her nightgown and nursing a cup of tea while Harry paced impatiently in front of the fireplace.


“Nothing, it’s like they evaporated.” he announced and the frown on Harry’s face deepened.


“But, I don’t understand. We have wards set up. There are protective enchantments all over the place. Even the boys couldn’t sneak out when they were home from school.” Ginny declared and she shot her brother and husband an alarmed look.


“That’s precisely it, Ginny. Whatever or whoever it was, they managed to get in pass the wards, unlock the door and wonder about, waiting for me outside our bedroom. I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened if you had been the one to get up and use the loo.” he replied and finally sat down in an armchair, putting his head in his hands.


“Auror Potter?” a voice asked from the door and he looked up to see Simone, one of his colleagues in the door way, clutching a notepad and a quill. “Sir, we’ve done a full search, there is nothing in here, no forensic prints, no magical prints, no DNA, nothing. The only place we haven’t managed to get into is the study.” she informed.


“That’s because the room has extra security measures on it. It can only be entered by myself or Ginny if we perform a charm with our own wands on it.” he replied, getting up from the armchair and once again standing in front of the fireplace.


“It’s a necessary precaution with boys like ours.” Ginny said more to herself than to Simone.


“The only thing we need is your statement for the record and we can leave.” she told him. He motioned for her to take a seat and she did so, opening her notepad and taking notes.


“At approximately 5.30 AM this morning I was inside my residence and I found an intruder. I was unarmed and tried to subdue them physically but I failed. They fled through the back door and I issued a report. By what I could tell, they had simply been standing in the hallway, expecting me. They did not speak and I did not see any features that may help with recognition.” he concluded.


“Thank you, sir.” Simone said as she got up and made her way towards the door. “If the crime lab comes up with anything we’ll let you know.”


“Mate, maybe we should take a look at the study, just to be sure.” Ron suggested as he watched the young Auror leave. “Better safe than sorry. The bastard who was here got through the wards, we need to check.”


Harry nodded at his words and grabbed his wand, making his way up to the second floor, where the study was located. He tapped his wand on the door and it unlocked, making way for the men to enter. It only took Harry a few steps to stop dead in his tracks. His heart dropped and he felt the blood in his veins turn to ice.


“Go tell Ginny to pack a bag, we’re going to the Burrow.” he told Ron and his friend only nodded, his face as pale as Harry’s.


On the wall in front of them, above Harry’s desk, somebody had left him a message. The one word made him realize that things were about to take a turn for the worse. “SOON” had been burned into the wallpaper.



Molly Weasley was cooking breakfast. A lifetime of raising children had taught her that the best way to start your day was with a cup of strong tea and a good, healthy breakfast. Even though the years had passed and the children had grown up, Molly never abandoned the occupation she had grown accustomed to. She got up before her husband, cooked the breakfast and prepared the tea, glancing from time to time at the wall, towards her trusted clock.


The children had removed the old clock when the last of them got married and replaced it with an updated version that showed her now larger, extended family. Hermione would even add people to it, as the children were born and so Molly had all of them under her watchful eyes. Her heart still pained a little when she saw the tongue labeled Fred stop on “The Burrow” but she almost never cried now. It was over twenty years ago that she lost one of her children in the war and she couldn’t recall a more darker time in her life. The aging witch shook her head at the memories that came to her and resumed her cooking, when she noticed several of the clock’s tongues move and point from “Home” to “The Burrow”. Smiling, she summoned several plates from the cupboard and proceeded to set the table.


Harry, along with Ginny and Ron entered the kitchen, the men carrying several bags with them.


“What a lovely surprise dears! And just in time for a spot of breakfast!” she greeted them, then turned towards the door that opened towards the rest of the house. “Arthur, the children are here, come have breakfast with them!”


Ginny gave her mother a peck on the cheek and a small hug and then made her way to the stove and started pouring herself a cup of tea. Harry and Ron were standing in the doorway, unsure of how to tell the matriarch about the events of the night. Right on cue, Arthur Weasley entered the room, his walking stick making small noises as it hit the wooden floors. Even in his old age his face showed kindness, but his hardships were also etched across his face.


“Good morning, you lot!” he chuckled and took a seat. He looked at each of them and then at his wife, who was busy eyeing the luggage they had deposited in front of them.


“What’s going on?” she finally inquired, turning from Ron to Ginny. “Have you come for a visit? Where’s Hermione?” Ginny approached her mother and put a hand on her shoulder.


“Mum, we’re going to explain. As for Hermione, she is on her way, we sent her a message to meet us here.” she said calmly and placed a cup of tea in front of her father.


“Well then, I’m waiting.” Molly said, placing her arms on her hips and giving them her best “motherly” glare.


Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, which did nothing for his nerves. Even as his hairline thinned, he could not get it to lay flat on his head.


“Mum, Dad,” he started and walked next to his wife near the table, as to be able to look at both his parents-in-law while he spoke, “somebody managed to get past the wards of the house last night and ransacked the place. We were hoping we could stay here while we work on rebuilding the protections around it.”


As he feared, Molly paled when she heard the news and Arthur started asking questions at a very fast pace. Ron stepped forward and took his mother’s hand.


“Mum, it’s okay, they’re okay as you can see and nothing was taken. It’s just a precaution.” he assured her, though his discomfort was obvious. The three of them had agreed not to worry them with their suspicions that the break in was connected to the recent murders until they were sure what was going on and if the family was indeed in danger. The investigation would become top priority as soon as Scorpius would return, with or without Rose.


“Son,” Arthur said, addressing Harry, “is this related to what happened with Dedalus and Hestia?” Harry shook his head.


“Nothing indicates it, but we will be investigating it in parallel.” Harry told him, his insides growing restless under his mother-in-laws gaze.


“Well then, can we stay or not?” Ginny finally spoke, sitting down next to her father.


“Of course you can stay. You’re welcome for as long as you need.” she exclaimed, outraged by the question. “Harry, Ron, you both sit and we’ll eat. Best keep your strength up.” she ordered and got up, picking up the plates of cooked sausages and eggs and placing them on the table in front of them, getting started on the toast.
“Mum, I think we’re going to be expecting a few more people through here today. “ Ron informed her as the watch indicated Hermione had arrived.


“How many people, dear?” she asked while turning the bread in the pan, placing warm pieces of toast next to a plate of butter and a jar of jam.


“Well, ‘Mione just arrived and we sent a message to Bill to meet us here today, to talk about the wards.” he started explaining, but was interrupted by his wife’s entrance into the house.


“Good morning! I got here as soon as fast as I could. Are the two of you alright?” she asked Harry and Ginny, her tone filled with concern.


“We’re alright, thankfully we were unharmed and nothing was taken.” Ginny told her, her head tilting ever so slightly towards the sitting room, indicating to Hermione that she would be filled in. Hermione nodded and joined the table, helping herself to tea. The small party started eating in silence, with Molly making sure they all had their fill.


A couple of minutes later they heard a knock on the door and everybody instinctively turned to the clock. Teddy Lupin was there, but he wasn’t alone. Another tongue had moved, the one labeled Rose. Molly let out a delighted shout and hurried to open the door for her grandchildren.


Teddy’s presence on the clock was something that Molly had personally insisted on, when it was changed, years before the boy married Victoire and became part of the official family and Hermione agreed, even though the elderly witch never told her the reason. It was just one of the things Molly did, along with feeding them mountains of food with every occasion. Teddy was always invited to any kind of family dinner, lunch, celebration or even breakfasts such as these and Molly always hovered, making him take second or even third helpings. Ron had once asked his father about this behavior towards Teddy and his father simply smiled, looking fondly at his wife. He then told him a story from the war, back when the Order resided in Grimmauld Place and Remus Lupin had assured Molly that if anything happened to either herself or her husband, he would not let the Weasley children starve. This was Molly Weasley’s way of paying her respects to the Lupins.


But in front of her door, she found not two but three people. Scorpius Malfoy was also there, carrying a suitcase and looking thoroughly uncomfortable with the situation.


“Nana Molly, good morning!” Teddy greeted and hugged the woman. “I found these two at work and knew I’d find Harry and Ron here.” he said and gestured to the people behind him for effect.


“Oh Rosie, why didn’t you let me know you were coming dear!” Molly said and pulled her granddaughter in a tight hug. “I would’ve made cake. Oh, but you’re here, that’s what’s important. Come in, all of you. There’s tea and breakfast, we can catch up!” she finished and steered Rose and Teddy in the direction of the table. Scorpius remained in his spot, unsure of what to do. “You too, Scorpius. I bet you fancy a cup of something hot, you look tired.”


Ron started glowing when he saw his daughter enter the room and got up, opening his arms to her, a huge grin on his face.


“Daddy!” Rose shouted and ran to hug her father. He enveloped her in a tight embrace and kissed her head, making his parents smile at the scene. But the whole air in the room shifted when she let go and turned to her mother.


“Mum.” she greeted her politely, with much less enthusiasm than her father. Their hug was quick and formal and Rose sneaked a peek at Scorpius, who shot her a very curious look. Shaking it off, she greeted the rest of her family and sat beside her grandfather.


“Rosie, how long are you staying for?” he asked her and patted her head hand in a fond manner, seemingly ignoring the scene that just took place before him.


“I’m not really sure.” she said, looking at Harry, who sat across the table. “I’ve taken some personal time and I decided to come visit.” she grinned and the Aurors present, except Scorpius let out a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding. Scorpius rolled his eyes at them. He had instructed her, it was part of his job. His mind was about to wander into another rant about the prejudice that men still held against each other when he was presented with a cup of tea and his thoughts returned to the conversation in the room and he surveyed the scene in front of him.


It was a normal morning, like those any family has, with light conversation at the table and preparations for the day ahead. Except this was not a family like any other. One of them was the symbol of the wizarding revolution, one of them exiled herself to study the most obscure branch of applied magic possible, one of them had brought to her knees the most sadistic and devoted follower of an evil madman (his great aunt Bellatrix) and one of them was the orphaned child of brave and noble soldiers.


If one threw in Arthur Weasley’s obsession with everything Muggle and his wife’s motherly nature, their daughter-in-law’s highly logical mind and their daughter’s keen reporter senses, you had the strangest group of people you could imagine. It was a wonder they all got along so well, but seeing them, Scorpius’s mind traveled, this time to his own family. However his family might be, they were not as united as these people.


“Arthur dear, it’s time to take your potions.” Molly told him after a few moments. “You know they must be taken on a full stomach. While you go take them I’m going to prepare the room for Harry and Ginny.” she announced and left the room, helping her husband along the way.


Those that remained in the kitchen sat in silence for a few moments, before Hermione burst.


“What happened last night? Who was it?” she said in a loud whisper, careful not to be overheard.


“Somebody broke in, left a message on the wall of a warded room for me.” Harry told her, the grave look returning to his face. Hermione gasped and looked at Ginny, who shook her head.


“We talked it over and for a while this is the safest place for us.” she continued. “Until we find out how this is connected to the deaths of Dedalus and Hestia. I’ve got some ears in Knockturn Alley and I’ve asked them to tip me off if they hear anybody bragging about it in the pubs. We haven’t told Mum and Dad that the attack may have been connected, I don’t want to worry them, not with Dad’s health and all.” she concluded in a sad tone.


Arthur Weasley’s health had been deteriorating in the past years, after a life of hard work and fighting in two wars and the family did their best to keep him stress free and give him a happy retirement. Harry reached for Ginny’s hand and squeezed it.


“It’s okay Gin, we’ll figure this out in no time. Now that Rose is here, we’re one step closer to figuring this mess out.” he assured her. “Now, let’s get to it. We have to figure out where Rose is going to stay while here.”


“She’ll come home of course!” Hermione replied. “There’s no where better for her to do her work, isn’t that right?”


“The thing is, I don’t want to attract attention on her being here, it’s what we agreed upon. I think she needs to go somewhere nobody will think of looking. Because her childhood home is the logical place to go.” Harry argued, looking from Ron to Hermione.


“I will need an extensive library, you know.” Rose announced, annoyance in her tone. “And I will need for you to not talk about me like I am not even here.”


“I’m sorry, Rose.” Harry said gently, ignoring the expression on Hermione’s face. “Sometimes I forget you’re not a little girl anymore.” he smiled at her and she managed a small smile as well. “Well, I think the best place for you to go is Grimmauld Place. You have every book you can imagine there, well, for a private collection, it’s not Hogwarts. And we can assign an Auror to check on you daily, both for protection and updates.”


“Can I have Scorpius assigned?” she asked bluntly, making both Scorpius and Ron choke into their cups. She shrugged at her father’s bewildered look. “He’s gotten me here, I know him already. I don’t want to have to get to know some Ministry worker.” she explained.


“But Rose, we have Teddy here, or Freddy, or even Dean.” Ron argued, looking around the table for somebody to back him up.


“I don’t want somebody from the family, Daddy. This is my job here, I don’t need to be seen as little Rosie while I do it.” Rose replied, still holding her own. “And Mr. Thomas is a nice enough man, but I think I’ll work better with him.” she waved in Scorpius’s direction.


Harry spoke up, trying to settle the row that was just waiting to happen in front of him. “Scorpius? Would you be willing to take this task up?”


“If this is what I am assigned to, then I will do it, of course.” he said, nodding his head while he spoke.


“That settles it.” Harry concluded, summoning a piece of paper and a quill and scribbling the address for him. “This is the address. I, the Secret Keeper have entrusted you with the location. You both must read it and then destroy it. Once Rose is settled in, you will bring her the necessary items required for her analysis and then report back to the office.”


Scorpius got up after receiving the order and Rose followed him. She hugged her father and pecked her mother politely on the cheek, shouting her goodbye to her grandparents and waving to those in the room. With Teddyescorting them to their apparition point, the three left. Those left in the kitchen looked through the open door at their departing figures.


“You know,” Ron said. “This girl is so bossy, she always has been, so much like Hermione was at her age. And for a very long time we’ve looked at her to find myself in her traits.” Hermione let out a sigh at his words, not taking her eyes off her daughter.


“And then she does something like going against all of our better judgments and I say to myself ‘Oh, there he is.’!”


AN: Another chapter written! Thank you everybody for all the feedback and for reading, it's really amazing for me to read your comments and improve because of them!

As a preview for next chapter, we'll see Rose in Grimmauld Place, studying the wands left on th scene. Maybe she will shed some light on this whole situation.

Once again, I don't own anything, it's all property of JKR.


Chapter 6: VI. Grimmauld Place, The Ministry and back again
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The meeting at the Burrow left Scorpius Malfoy with an unsettling feeling. Whatever he might’ve expected from their return, the greeting Hermione Granger Weasley had bestowed upon her daughter was not on his list. He had a strange urge to ask her about it, to persuade her to confide in him, but the presence of Teddy Lupin was a big inconvenience for him. He walked them to the edge of the Weasley’s property and there, with a promise from Rose to call upon his wife, he left for work. Rose grabbed hold of him and turned on the spot, Apparating them both in London, to Grimmauld Street. She was considerably moodier than he had found her in Romania and thought it best to refrain from talking to her more than necessary.


Quietly they passed the piece of paper with Harry’s scrawl on it to each other and before their eyes, a house materialized between numbers eleven and thirteen. Scorpius was careful to check his surroundings before they stepped inside the door, but the Muggles on the street seemed unaware of the tall house that sprung from the ground seconds ago.


The house was old and it was obvious that it had been refurnished some time ago. One wall in particular struck Scorpius as odd, thicker than those surrounding it, painted in red and gold, with a portrait of a man sleeping soundly, his dress robes hanging by his side, his long, dark hair slightly overgrown, a look of peace grazing his elegant features. He stopped to study it, as Rose entered the dinning room and started searching her new surroundings.


“That’s Sirius Black, uncle Harry’s godfather.” she finally spoke, looking at him from the door across the room. “He was the last male in the Black family line. This was his house, left it to Harry when he died.”


Scorpius nodded as he turned to face her “I’ve heard about him. Traitor turned hero, he’s one of the first victims of the Second War.” he recited from one of the books he had read.


“I should hope you’ve heard of him, you’re related to him. He was your grandmother Narcissa’s cousin.” she replied. “Come into the kitchen, I’ll make coffee.”


He followed her into the small kitchen, where she had already started a fire in the corner and was busying herself with the coffee. Finally, he decided to break the uneasy silence.


“That wall looked odd.” he commented, not knowing what else to say.


“It’s been modified. Before, a portrait of Walburga Black hung on that wall, covered by drapes. When anybody undeserving, by her standards, entered the house, she would scream her painted head off. They tried to take it down, but it was stuck there. So finally they decided to close her in, and another portrait was hung in its place.” she explained, not turning to face him. He could feel in her tone that she was still in a fowl mood.


“You seem to know a lot about the history of wizarding families.” he pressed on, ignoring her tone.


“It’s always been a passion of mine. In case you haven’t noticed, I have the strangest hobbies, like wands and dead wizards.” she shrugged, placing sugar and cream on the table and motioning for him to sit.


“I don’t find it odd at all.” he muttered, taking a seat and accepting the cup from her.


“So, what are the terms of this arrangement?” she inquired, finally taking a seat in front of him and stirring her coffee.


“I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question.” he began, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones. Confusion appeared briefly on her features.


“How am I going to get the wands I’m suppose to analyze?” she explained, looking away from him. “It’s not like I can work based off your descriptions, however much you lot would prefer it.”


“Look Rose, I don’t know why you are upset. Quit frankly, it‘s not my business.” he growled, no longer able to contain himself. “But I’m not the enemy here, it’s my job to help.” she was taken aback by his reply and bit her lip, finally deciding to look back into his eyes.


“When can I see the wands?” she demanded, not wanting to let him see that she was surprised by his words.


“I’ll arrange you come to the Ministry and see them.” he said dryly, holding her gaze.


“That’s not possible.” she replied on an equal tone, pushing him once again. He realized then, that she knew it would get on his nerves and he wasn’t going to humor her.


“And why’s that?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.


“Because it’s not something that can be done on the spot. I just don’t go in, look at it and say ‘I know who did it!’. I need them here, with my books and my space and my own time to be able to do a thorough analysis.” she stated, leaning back into her chair and folding her hands in her lap, her eyes not breaking the contact.


“Let me get this straight. You want me to bring evidence of a maximum importance, classified Ministry case and leave it here with you, without escort?” he said, disbelief now obvious in his tone.


“Exactly. I know it can be done so I want you to do it.” she smiled sweetly at him, the smile that graced her lips not touching her eyes.


“No. that can’t be done. That evidence cannot leave the custody of the Auror Department.” he declared. “It’s not even up for negotiation.” he finished, feeling a need to throw his hands up in frustration at her attitude.


“Who says it has to leave custody? You can stay here with them.” she announced. Scorpius almost dropped his cup of coffee at her words.


“Stay here? In this house? With you? That’s going to be very easy to explain to Auror Weasley.” he muttered grimly, running a hand through his hair.


“Oh, but it’s fine for me to just pick up and leave when they start calling?” she snapped, slamming the table with her palm. The gesture made Scorpius jump a little and look at her in shock.


“Nobody forced you to come, you know.” he barked back, getting up from his seat and taking a few steps towards the fire place.


“I know, but if I’m going to help I need all the conditions. Go tell them, I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” she concluded, now getting up herself and taking the cups with her. “After all, I’m sure all Ministry appointed experts have lists of demands.”


Her last sentence made Scorpius turn on his heel and leave the room, not sparing her even a single glance. She heard the front door slam behind him and Sirius’s portrait grumbling, not happy at being woken up.





Scorpius was fuming as he made his way to the office. Who did she think she was? He was a trained Auror, a member of the department and she was talking to him like they were still in school, demanding to have a Hogsmeade weekend changed or something. Event though there was truth in her words, experts did come with lists of demands, most of them involving traveling expenses and fees and hers were minimal in comparison to others he had heard of, the fact that she was forcing him into telling one of his superiors he would be going to live under the same roof as his daughter still infuriated him.


It was obvious that she had some friction with her parents, something the entire family knew about and she was using him to get under their skins, something only a teenager would do. He had worked so hard to build a name for himself inside his office, to prove that he belonged in his chosen profession and she was making a mockery of it all.


With his nerves stretched to their breaking point, he Apparated to the Ministry and slowly made his way up to the office. The scene that met him there was not unusual, taking into account the events of the previous evening. Memos were soaring in the air, landing on desks only to take off moments later, people were running from room to room carrying papers, photographs and other evidence and the team was assembled in the large conference room, possibly waiting for Harry. Scorpius merely nodded as a greeting when he entered and took his seat next to Fred Weasley. He barely had time to look through the report laid in front of him when Harry and Ron entered the office.


“Good morning!” Harry greeted, though they could tell from his tone that it was anything but good. “I trust you’ve all looked over the full report from last night, let’s see what you make of it.”


“First, we were able to determine that the wards surrounding the property weren’t damaged by whatever the subject did to get pass them. However, we took everything down and are currently working on rebuilding them from the ground.” Grantham told him, handing him a piece of parchment with incantations scribbled on it. Harry nodded as he looked over them.


“Sir, other than that, there wasn’t much to go on. It’s a miracle by itself, the fact that somebody was able to get in. We did a search of all your work related correspondence as well, no threats, nothing to indicate this attack or the killings,” Simone told them, her tone flat and defeated.

Scorpius was still skimming the contents of the incident when realization flooded through him and he spoke, his voice louder than he would’ve intended.


“The original wards weren’t damaged, because they recognized the person trying to get pass.” he started and silence fell over the room. “Or rather, they recognized the wand that passed. It’s the same thing with the study. According to this, it’s set to open only for yours or Mrs. Potter’s wand. Because you two cast the charms around it together, am I right?” Harry once again nodded and motioned for him to continue. “But the wards. You cast those alone. So even though there are signatures of other wizards that are allowed to pass through, they always leave a mark. A magic registry that shows who was on the property and when. But this guy, he didn’t leave a mark. Potter, this guy has a duplicate of your wand.”


Ron swore loudly and his voice made the entire team snap out of their trance. They started shouting, talking over each other and asking questions left and right. Harry spoke up, his voice louder than all the others combined.


“Listen up. I want everybody to go back and check reports. Go as far as a decade if necessary. See if we have anything related to contraband goods that might be used in forgery. Look over every suspect we’ve questioned for as far back as it takes to get a lead. Malfoy, my office.” he ordered and got up, Scorpius following him.


Once inside, Harry magically slammed the door and turned to face the blonde Auror.


“How are we on the wand analysis?” he snapped, his voice heavy with worry.


“We’ve got nothing. She wants them at the location and I told her they can’t leave custody. She insists I go there and stay with the wands for as long as it takes.” he replied, struggling to keep his earlier anger from resurfacing.


“Very well then, take them. Go, stay with the wands. I’ll send a memo for you to pick them up right now.” he instructed and picked up his quill, writing something on a piece of parchment. When he finished he tapped it with his wand and it flew out the door.


“Potter, I’m not sure Weasley is going to be a big fan of this idea and technically he is my superior so getting on his bad side isn’t really in my books.” Scorpius argued, his eyes fixed on Harry’s face.


“Mr. Malfoy, Auror Weasley may be your superior but I outrank him. My instructions for you are clear. I expect daily reports. You are dismissed.” Harry commanded and opened the door, a signal that he should leave.


Moments later, Ron entered the office with several folders of reports and handed part of them to Harry., glancing behind at the retreating figure of Scorpius Malfoy.


“I thought we should start here.” he said and took a seat at his own desk, on the other side of the room. “I hope Rose can find a lead on those wands soon.”


“Ron, about that. Malfoy is going to be staying with the wands at Grimmauld. She needs the evidence there and it cannot leave custody.” Harry informed him simply, opening the first folder.


“Why would you allow that?” Ron asked him slowly, pressing on every word. He was trying not to get mad, that much was clear from his chosen words. The situation called for calm above all else, but by the color on Ron’s face, calm was escaping him at an alarming rate.


Harry looked up and replied in the same simple, flat tone he has used just moments before. “Because if my wand has been duplicated, we’re in for some serious trouble. The Phoenix wand isn’t the only one that answers to me.”




The wizard in Magical Evidence had raised a suspicious eyebrow at the young Auror, when he came to collect several bags labeled “CLASSIFIED”. They usually didn’t release anything, let alone things pertaining to an investigation that required high clearance, even within the Auror Department.


“So, what did you do to get Head Auror Potter to release these to you?” the man asked, his tone mocking and his face grave. “It’s not everyday that he releases something like this, let alone to the likes of you.” he told the blonde, making the latter’s face twitch with anger.


“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice low and grave.


“If I were Head Auror, I wouldn’t release these into the custody of somebody known to have links with the Dark Arts.” he stated, clearly hoping that Scorpius would react to this and he had a reason to keep his precious bags under his eyes.


“I am a Ministry appointed Auror. I have no prior links to the Dark Arts, Andrews. If I were you, I’d be careful with my words.” Scorpius replied and extended his hand, tapping his foot impatiently. “You know your orders, I know mine, so I hope I don’t have to get Potter down here to retrieve these for me, since you’re obviously so reluctant to carry out orders.”


The man called Andrews growled in response and handed the bags over, which Scorpius placed in a wooden box, enchanted to open only at the touch of his wand. Bitterly, he thought of how little that meant these days, when counterfeit wands ran around in the hands of dangerous men. Exiting the Ministry’s building with the box under his arm, he Disapparated to the door of a small flat, located near Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley. He figured that, if the girl was to start her analysis, he would be a few days at least and he needed to grab a few essentials before returning to Grimmauld. He entered the one bedroom flat and used his wand to summon a few pieces of clothing and toiletries and whispered a few protective enchantments, before Disapparating once again for Grimmauld Place.


As he approached the house, his thoughts returned to Rose and he found that his annoyance with her earlier behavior was still there. His run in with Andrews hadn’t helped matters either. It was the kind of prejudice Scorpius was trying to fight, the fact that his family name was once on top of Voldemort’s list, that his grandfather and father had been branded and made to serve that man’s delusional dreams of greatness.


Scorpius enjoyed being an Auror, he liked his job and he was good at it. He hoped one day to be a high ranking Ministry official and to rid the family name once and for all of all the prejudice. But right now, he reminded himself with a sigh, he was on Rose duty.


He pushed open the front door and deposited the bag he was carrying, straining his ears for any sound that would give away Rose’s current location. He didn’t have to wait long, because a few moments later, she came out of the kitchen, apron on, a big bowl in one hand and a mixing spoon in the other.


“Oh good, you’re home!” she greeted with a smile. “Wash up, food’ll be ready in fifteen minutes!” she called and headed back into the kitchen.


Scorpius was completely taken aback by this sudden change in her attitude. No longer was she snapping and acting like a spoiled teenager, she was actually cooking? There was definitely something very wrong in her head, he decided as he located the downstairs washroom and cleaned himself up. When he returned to the kitchen, he saw that the long table had been set for two and that something was roasting in the oven.


“Rose, where did you manage to get groceries?” Scorpius asked, taking a deep, calming breath in order to prepare his nerves for what was to come. Had she left the house alone, ignoring all the measures they had taken for her safety? Had she told some unknown third party of the location of the secret house? Her answer surprised him more than all the scenarios he made inside his head.


“Aunt Ginny came by and dropped them off. I guess she knew this house wouldn’t have anything except coffee and tea and she came by an hour or so ago.” Rose replied calmly, mixing salad inside a large, wooden bowl.


“Rose,” he started again, trying to choose his words carefully. “Are you feeling alright?”


The girl turned around and looked at him in surprise. “Yes, why shouldn’t I be?” she asked in surprise.


“Because when I left a few hours ago you were breathing fire like a Norwegian Ridgeback and now you’re cooking. Did you find the Black’s stash of Firewhiskey?”


The last question earned him an oven mitt in the face. Catching it before it fell to the floor, he placed it on the table and waited for her answer.


“I’m sorry I was so nasty to you earlier.” she started, a blush creeping on her creamy cheeks. “They always bring out the worse in me and I guess I just had to take it out on somebody. I’m sorry it had to be you. I understand that you’re just doing your job and that this must be just as strange and uncomfortable for you as it is for me. So, I figured since I was so horrible to you earlier and we did need to eat, I’d cook.” she finished and set the salad on the table.


Scorpius was at a loss for words. He had spent the entire afternoon building up anger inside of himself and determined not to let the girl get the best of him and instead, he found her just as calm and relaxed as she had been just yesterday, when he took her from Romania. So much had happened in under 48 hours and Scorpius was already starting to feel tired.


“Apology accepted, Rose.” he said softly and took out two glasses from the cupboard and took out a bottle of wine. “I’ve got your wands, so you can start whenever.” he informed her, but she shook her head.


“We can get to that after we’ve eaten.” she told him as she took the tray of meat and potatoes from the oven and put the contents on a serving dish. Something in the atmosphere of the room had shifted, it had changed. When Rose wasn’t playing her little ego games with him, she was perfectly lovely and when Scorpius wasn’t acting like a bureaucrat he was a very enjoyable company.


Auror Potter probably wouldn’t have approved of the fact that by the end of that evening, the bottle of wine they opened was finished, as was a second one and that the box containing the wands was still on a table in the hallway, untouched. But what Auror Potter didn’t know was that the two young people currently laughing together at the kitchen table didn’t want to think about death and wands and villains, not at that time. They were both out of place in their worlds, the rebellious daughter of the heroes and the righteous son of the former Death Eater. But in that kitchen, on that cold November night, both Scorpius and Rose felt like they belonged.


AN: Here is chapter 6 of this epic and breathtaking mystery adventure (if I do say so myself). Hope you enjoy it. Once again, a huge thank you to all those who've read and reviewed, especially those of you who have always had constructive criticism that has helped me improve as an author and polish this story off. 

Once again, I do not own anything you recognize. It's all JKR's. Next time on "The Mysterious Case of the Twin Wands"? Rose finally gets around to analyzing the wands and her conversation with Scorpius may reveal more than just clues to the killer's identity. 


Chapter 7: VII. The Wandlore Student
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Rose woke up at around noon the next day. The traveling, the stress of meeting with her family, combined with the wine she drunk the night before made for a sound sleep. She was slightly confused at first, not recognizing her surroundings but as she adjusted she got up from the bed and headed for the large mirror on the wall. Her face looked fresh, no trace of fatigue on it and her hair, usually bushy and unruly, seemed to have settled into a cascade of curls on her back. Picking out some clothing from the dresser, she stepped into the bathroom and turned the water on.




As she let the warm water wash over her, her thoughts drifted to the night before. She had felt terrible about the way she treated Scorpius and made him leave. It wasn’t in her nature to be unpleasant, but the day before had brought back so many unpleasant memories and her reason to leave. It was a day just like that one and it had happened in the Burrow. She shook her head, splashing water on the beige tiles as she chased those memories away. That period was something she was sure everybody wanted to forget.




The evening with Scorpius hadn’t been unpleasant at all. They had dropped all the pretense and left the mystery at the door, spending their time talking about their time at Hogwarts. While she and Scorpius had never been friends, he was close to her cousin Albus. They still kept a correspondence, while he was overseas, consulting with the Canadian Ministry of Magic on International Affairs. The memories brought her back to a time when everything was simpler and adult life had yet to begin. She was, in a way, grateful to Scorpius for the chance to feel that way again, even for a few hours.




Finishing her shower she got dressed and went downstairs, wondering if Scorpius had woken up. He was sleeping just a couple of doors down, in the room that had once been Regulus Black’s, but she thought it awkward to knock on his door and she didn’t want to overstep the boundaries. To her surprise, he was in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea and reading the Daily Prophet.




“Good morning!” she said, making him aware of her presence in the room. He looked up from his paper and smiled at her.




“Good morning, Rose.” he returned her greeting. “Did you sleep well?” 




“I slept fine, thank you. I didn’t even realize it wasn’t my own bed.” she replied and set about to pour herself some tea. 




“There’s a plate for you in the oven,” he told her. “I charmed it to keep it warm.” 




Rose smiled gratefully and took a seat at the table, cutting into her bacon and eggs. She studied him as she ate, noticing how he was far less tense than he had been just a short time ago. Maybe the fact that there hadn’t been another attack gave him a little peace. It dawned on Rose that it felt nice, just sitting with him in silence, like they’d know each other for a long time. After she finished eating and charmed the plate to clean itself, she straightened her jumper and cleared her throat, gaining his attention.




“I think I’m ready to have a look at those wands.” she told him and he nodded, getting up to retrieve the box. He placed it on the table and tapped his wand on the lid, making it glow a soft pink and unlocking with a clicking sound. From inside he produced four transparent bags, each labeled with the name of the owner and the date in which it entered official custody. Clearing the table, he placed them side by side and waved his wand once more, unsealing each of them.




“We have special seals on all our evidence bags. Only an Auror that worked that case or was at the scene when the evidence was collected can unseal the bags. That way we don’t have to worry about other departments meddling with the evidence or people trying to tamper with it.” he explained as she took the first wand and started turning it around on her slender fingers. Scorpius went on with his explanation.




“The wand in your hand belonged to the wizard Dedalus Diggle. It was found next to his body in his house. This is the official report.” he told her, pulling a thick envelope from the bottom of the box and setting it next to the wands on the table.




“Can you tell me what Priori Incantatem revealed?” Rose asked, now looking at the tip of the wand, like she was trying to see its core through an non-existent hole. Scorpius leafed through the file until he found the information.




“It revealed that his last spell was a Stunning Spell. Obviously, it failed to hit its target, as we found nobody else there. Other than that, nothing was out of order with the wand.” he said and looked at her, hoping she had spotted something already. Rose merely nodded,  now tapping the wood gently with her finger. Finally, she placed it back in the bag and picked up the next one. 




“This is the wand that we thought was Parvati Patil’s. It was found at Diggle’s residence. However, when we brought her in for questioning, she had a wand with her and the analysis revealed that it was the wand Ollivander made for her. Obviously, we couldn’t collect that wand for evidence.” he said and she took a seat, placing the wand in front of her and pulling out her own. Scorpius was watching her with interest, as she traced the length of the duplicate wand with hers and muttered a few strange incantations he had never heard. Nothing happened and he felt his heart sink a little, although Rose’s face seemed alight with interest.




“Under wizarding law, wandmakers are obligated to keep a record of the wands they sold and the wizards that purchased them. It was introduced almost a century ago, because wands kept getting passed on from father to son and some wands were involved in highly illegal activities.” Rose told him and he nodded. He was aware of the legislation but he couldn’t grasp how this tied in with their current situation. “Now, of course, some wizards still keep that tradition, but they are fewer and fewer, because a wand that chose you will work better than one that has recognized another master. The thing about wands is, they are almost alive. Have you never wondered why the core must always be that of a magical creature? Unicorns, phoenixes, dragons, even Veelas. They are all used because even though the parts are removed from their original owners, they keep a a part of the magic they were infused with. Long ago, people believed that the wands were used only as a conductor for one’s own magic and should be used to keep magic exploding all over the place, like in the case of small children. Now we know, that it can enhance that magic. So for example, a dragon heart string wand is both powerful, because the dragon is an extremely magical creature and can be taught spells easily, just as a dragon can be tamed to a certain extent, all the while keeping its powers. On the other hand, Veela wands are extremely temperamental, just like the creatures providing it.” 




Rose was stroking the wand gently with one finger as she spoke, a look of admiration on her face. As he listened to her, Scorpius suddenly understood why Harry Potter had sent him to fetch her for this task. She knew plenty about wandlore, not unexpected of Hermione Weasley’s daughter, but she also respected their power and understood the bond that was formed between wizard and wand.




“Lore says the wand chooses the wizard. The reason behind that is easy enough to understand once you‘ve learned the basics of wand making. It looks for certain qualities in the owner.  A wand made from unicorn hair, dragon heartstring or phoenix feather can attach itself to a wizard that posses certain qualities. Purity of the heart, bravery, a desire to learn. Other cores are indifferent to the wizard and form no bonds. The trickiest of those is Thestral hair. Because the Thestral can be seen only by those that have seen death, it’s rarely used by wandmakers. Most of them don’t even bother to try. And a wand with that core can only respond to a wizard that has seen, but above all else, understands death.” 


She looked up at him when she finished and he nodded, waiting for her to continue with her explanation.




“To build a wand we need a core and of course, we need wood. Most trees can be used to do that, although it’s very tricky to find both the wood and the core to create a successful combination. That is one of the finer points of study in this field. Have you collected a copy of the wand registry at Ollivander’s?” she asked.




“The Magical Artifacts department has a copy on hand that gets automatically updated whenever a new wand is sold.” he said and pulled another thick book from the box. She smiled at this.


“Undetectable Extension Charm?” she inquired with an amused expression. 




“I’d have broken my back long ago if not for these.” he mumbled as he searched for the year 1991 in the book. Finally he found it and tapped his wand, muttering an incantation, so that it turned straight to Parvati Patil.  Rose leaned in and together they read the information on the wand.




“Well, it all makes sense now.” Rose concluded after a few moments, making Scorpius throw her a strange look.




“I’m so glad.” he said dryly and raised an eyebrow, making her frown at him.




“It says here that the wand sold to Parvati Patil is ebony, 7 inches, unicorn hair.” she explained as she pointed to the corresponding lines in the registry. “Now, these numbers right here,” she continued as she tapped next to some small symbols scrawled above the core indication, “they are the code for the animal. So the animal isn’t used twice. It’s slightly uncomfortable for them, you see, to provide the cores. This particular unicorn is noted to have been 6 years old at the time it gave the hair. Scorpius, whoever did this went to lengthy measures to duplicate these wands.” she told him and for the first time her voice was worried. “No core can be identical and no wand wood can look the same. No two tree branches are the same. If you look at Diggle’s wand and at the second Patil wand, you’ll notice that they are both of Ollivander’s making. But see here,” she said and pulled the first wand out of the bag and held them in front of him, their tips pointed towards them. He noticed that one was slightly larger than the other but he failed to see her point.




“The second wand isn’t sealed off properly.” she said and as he squinted he could now see that a small hole was there. “this second wand was created by using a mold of the first one. Either by stealing it from the owner or from a photograph I can’t be sure, but it’s core was inserted after the carving process and not during it, as you see in all other Ollivander wands. Another thing is that the unicorn hair isn’t the same.” 




“Well, then how could the Ministry wizards have missed it?” Scorpius said in disbelief. She shook her head and twisted the ebony wand in her hands again.




“It’s a special spell that not many people apart from wandmakers know. As I see here, they did try every standard spell. This is trickier than that.” Rose replied and placed the wand on the table. “The second unicorn hair is from another, younger animal, that shared the same magical and physical characteristics as the first.”




“Are you saying that somebody actually looked for, and found, the brother of that particular unicorn?” he asked in shock, a somber look now grazing his features.




 “Apparently, yes. I have no idea how they could do that, unicorns mate so rarely, and one pair to produce two is odd enough. But I don’t think this is a coincidence. Whether they were tracked down for this purpose or another I can’t be sure, but yes, the duplicate wand has a brother core.” she said, her tone now soft. She bagged Dedalus’ wand and the ebony wand and pulled out Moody’s wand.




“This is a dragon heart string, 12 inches, mahogany wand. Search for Moody in Ollivander’s book.” she asked him and he tapped the large book once again. She quickly read its description and started enchanting the mahogany wand. “This is indeed the wand of Alastor Moody. They never discovered his body, as far as I know.” she said and sighed, looking with sad eyes at the wand in front of her. “Uncle Harry only managed to retrieve that magical eye of his and burry it. They never even thought of the wand.” she whispered. Placing the wand in its bag and getting up, she started placing the papers and wands back into the enchanted bags. “I’m going to do a little research on the ebony and unicorn hair combination in wand making and maybe then I can begin to figure out how that wand was copied.” she informed him. Her eyes looked worried and for the first time since her arrival in England she was frightened. “You have to find and stop this guy. Whoever it is and whatever they want, I don’t think they went through so much trouble just to kill a couple of elderly veterans.” 




In the back of his mind, Scorpius couldn’t help but agree with her, though his instincts told him he shouldn’t share his own worries with her. It was best if they cracked the case and fast, before anymore people turned up dead. Getting up himself, he sealed the wooden box. He wanted to tell her something, but no words of encouragement came to him. Instead, his eyes found hers and something unspoken passed between them. She was safe as long as he was there.







Harry Potter felt tired. He knew when he joined the Auror Department that he wouldn’t have an easy or relaxing job, but somehow he couldn’t remember being this tired even in his youth, when he went on his year long hunt for Horcruxes. He felt the task of finding whoever was behind the attacks as if it sat on his shoulders and he carried it everywhere. The last few days hadn’t been easy. Living at the Burrow wasn’t uncomfortable, not in the least. It was his childhood home and the Weasleys were his parents, they had been ever since he was twelve. However, he could see the sadness and worry in his wife’s eyes, about their home being invaded and about her father’s failing health. Harry had always fought for the people he loved. When he was young he had fought for his friends and for those that put their best hopes in him. Now he had a family to protect. And he would stop at nothing to protect them. It was a small comfort to him that none of his children followed him into Law Enforcement. 




At lest he didn’t have their safety to worry about in times like these. James, his eldest had followed into his uncle Charlie’s footsteps and was studying dragons with him at the Romanian colony. Albus was a liaison for International Cooperation and his work often required he travel abroad for extensive periods of time. Lily, his only daughter, had decided that since none of her uncle George’s children wanted to help him run the joke shop, she should do it and was currently managing the ever expanding Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. To this day Harry felt amazed at how far George had managed to go with the thousand galleons he had when opening the shop with his late twin. From a small owl order business, the Weasley's joke shop was now one of the most prosperous in Britain. Just a few years back, George had managed to buy out Zonko’s and his line of stores now stretched as far as the United States or Asia. 




Harry finished the last of his reports and got up, draining his cup of coffee in the process. His team was hard at work, trying to find any leads on illegal substances that could be used in fabricating unregistered wands. Just as he was about to join them in the conference room, the door to his office opened and in came Scorpius. 




“Hello, Scorpius! I trust you have a report on the preliminary analysis of the wands.” he said and gestured for the man to sit down. He shook his head in a declining gesture and closed the door behind him.




“Rose is on to something. It’s just… it’s big and I’m not sure we can write an official report on it. I think we’ve uncovered a whole network here. And I think more copied wands are going to show up.” he informed his superior. If Harry was surprised or frightened by this revelation, he didn’t let it show on his face. 




“What has she uncovered?” he asked and leaned onto his desk. Scorpius proceeded to tell him about the analysis and the differences between the wands, explaining how Rose had come to these conclusions.




“And the wand belonging to Alastor Moody, that was his wand. I understand that it, along with the body, was never found.” he concluded  and waited for Harry to share his opinion. Moody’s portrait on the wall let out an annoyed growl.




“Blimey, good thing we brought her in then and we didn’t go to Ollivander’s. Our research has yet to provide any useful leads. I was just about to go meet with the team and see if we’ve made a breakthrough  in the case, though I doubt we’ll be finding anything else soon. Unless somebody comes forward and confesses to this, which I don’t think is going to happen soon.” Harry said, throwing the portrait and annoyed look and turning his attention back to the young Auror.




“Rose said she’ll continue researching as well and I’ll be helping her.” Scorpius said and Harry raised his eyebrow ever so slightly at his use of her first name. He decided against mentioning it, seeing as he made it a point to never ask about his team’s private life, even though some of them were related to him.




“Very well then. You’ll be dismissed after the meeting, but if you uncover any new information send word and we’ll see how we can work with it.” Harry said and from his tone Scorpius understood that the meeting was over. His departure however was interrupted by a large, silvery panther entering the office. As it landed gracefully on the floor, it spoke in Neville Longbottom’s voice. 




The White Tomb has be broken into. Come at once.





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In chapter VIII. of "The Mysterious Case of the Twin Wands": The Auror team goes to Hogwarts to investigate and for Scorpius, this investigation uncovers more than he would've expected.  

Chapter 8: VIII. Rose's Tale
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“Why would anybody want to break into the Marble Tomb?” Scorpius asked as he threw Harry a bewildered look. Harry however seemed to have a different understanding of the situation, as he stormed out of the office and ran towards the nearby conference room, where the team was already waiting for him.

“Meeting’s postponed.” he told them in a hurry. “Get everything you need, Albus Dumbledore’s Tomb has been unsealed.” he announced to the stunned audience. Ron’s face seemed to have been drained of color and he got up quickly, dropping the papers he was holding on the desk. A few minutes later the entire team had Apparated to the front gates of the castle. In the distance Harry could see Neville rushing to meet them, his robes blowing behind him in the wind.

Neville had joined the Auror team after Hogwarts, like so many of his classmates, but after a few years he decided to change his career path completely, as Professor Sprout announced her retirement and he was personally offered her position. His passion lay with teaching and he had climbed the staff hierarchy at Hogwarts quickly, taking over for Professor McGonagall as Head of Gryffindor House after she retired a few years earlier. At first, Harry had wanted his old friend to work with him but as he watched the figure approaching, a grave look on his face, the Auror was silently thankful that somebody had come to watch over the school as well.

“Good, you’re here.” he said to Harry and Ron, distress clear in his voice. He then started making his way to the shore of the Black Lake, where the Tomb had been built in 1997.

“Have you cast any charms around it after you discovered it was broken into?” Harry asked and Neville shook his head.

“No, I decided to alert you at once. Before word got out to the students and they started coming around to take a look.”

“Maybe it was one of them?” Teddy suggested but Neville once again disagreed.

“We have protective enchantments around it, we don’t let the students come too close. Only staff can get close enough and I honestly don’t think any of them could do such a thing.” he explained as they reached the destination. “Hardly anybody comes around anymore, except a couple of us. Hagrid comes everyday though, bless his soul. Good thing too, or we wouldn’t have found out so soon.”

Harry approached the Tomb and muttered a few enchantments. Whoever was there, they were careful to seal it off when they left, save for the large marble slabs that ornated the top of the grave. Harry felt a little relieved when he saw that. The thought of seeing Dumbledore’s body after all those years made him sick to the stomach. The forensic team started analyzing the scene and Harry, together with Ron pulled Neville aside to ask him a few questions.

“Have you seen anything suspicious lately on the grounds or in the castle?” Harry asked his former classmate. Neville thought for a moment but shook his head. The school had been a peaceful place, up until now.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, though I did ask everybody to keep an eye out, after the news broke of the Killing Curse being used. I guess that basic Auror training never goes away, eh? Have you found the one responsible for the killings yet?”

“No mate, I’m afraid we’re no closer to catching them than we are to knowing who did this.” Ron said as Harry looked the tomb with a grim expression.

“I didn’t believe it at first. The Killing Curse. We wanted to move it into the History Department curricula starting next year. Provided old Binns would pay attention long enough to understand. But this… I don’t want the students to panic. We recast the protective enchantments on the castle and canceled this weekend’s Quidditch match.” Neville told them. His faced was lined with worry and he looked like an old man. A looked passed between the three men and Neville once again spoke.

“I just keep thinking, only one other ever dared to commit such an atrocity.”

“No, it couldn’t be. We made sure. We may not know what this is, or how these events are connected, but the one thing I do know is it couldn’t be that.” Harry said, almost spitting the last word, his voice baring a tone of certainty.

Neither Ron or Neville dared to contradict him. The Order of the Phoenix had removed Voldemort’s body from the grounds after the battle and Harry, along with Ron, Hermione and a few others including Neville, had traveled to the cave by the sea, the same one where he had found the fake Horcrux, to hide the last remains of the Dark Wizard. Voldemort was placed in the middle of the Inferi infested lake and all manner of protective spells and enchantments had been set up, to ensure that nobody else, Muggle or wizard, could find it, even by accident.

Their conversation was interrupted by Grantham, who had finished the analysis and came to report to the Senior Aurors, while Derek and Jeremiah were resealing the tomb. Scorpius was scribbling something down and Penelope and Simone were inspecting the perimeter while the rest of the team built up the wards to keep the students out.

“Sir, we found a partial finger print on the edge of the resealed slab. I think they slipped and touched it by accident as they fell. Other than that, the … the body is intact. There was nothing done to it.” he said, his voice shaking a little at the mention of Albus Dumbledore’s body.

“And the wand?” Harry asked as the Auror finished talking.

“The wand?” Grantham asked, surprised as he looked through his preliminary notes again. “There was no wand inside, nor was one found near the scene.”

Harry drew in a sharp breath and turned to Ron, whose face had an identical shocked look upon it. Unknown to any of the other Aurors, the situation had taken an impossible turn for the worse. The Elder Wand was now missing.

When Scorpius returned that evening to Grimmauld Place, exhausted by the day’s events, he found Rose once again in the kitchen. The door to the study at the end of the hall was ajar and Scorpius suspected that she had spent the majority of the day in there and had emerged for tea or coffee. He found her in the kitchen, fixing some dinner and humming softly to herself.

“Hello, Rose!” he said and she jumped up slightly.

“Oh, it’s you!” she replied and laughed. “I didn’t hear you get in, you scared me. So, how did the meeting go? What did Harry have to say about wands?”

“There was no meeting.” he answered. “Just as we were about to begin we got word of a disturbance at Hogwarts. Apparently, somebody broke into Dumbledore’s tomb last night.”

Rose’s face was twisted in shock and disgust as she heard the news and shook her head sadly.

“That’s horrible. Who would do such a thing?” she asked, more for herself than for him.

“I have no idea. But we have reason to believe it’s related to these other incidents. The only thing they took was his wand.” he began but before he had a chance to finish his idea, she had dropped the glass she was holding, which fell to the floor and shattered, spreading glass shards all over.

“Somebody took that wand?” she echoed, as if hoping she had heard wrong. “How could they be so stupid?” she said, her words coming out in a venomous hiss.

“I’m not following, Rose.” Scorpius replied and approached her, careful not to step on the bits of glass.

“All of them, they were so stupid. Leaving it there! It should’ve been kept safe! It should’ve been studied! Not left there where anybody could get it!” she yelled, her blood rising in her cheeks.

“Rose, calm down.” Scorpius said slowly, but she didn’t appear to have heard him, or else was ignoring him.

“But no, they insisted it’s best kept there, wasting away! I knew this would end badly, but they wouldn’t believe me!”

Scorpius was now in front of her and had grasped her shoulders with his hands and was trying to get her to make eye contact with him, by shaking her lightly.

“Rose, breathe. You’re not making any sense, I don’t understand you!” he said, his tone soothing. She looked at him and then looked at the ground.

“The Elder Wand.” was all she said and he took a step back at her words.

“The Deathstick? The one from that children’s tale?” he said flabbergasted.

“It’s not a story, Scorpius. It’s real, all of them are. All the items of the three brothers.” the woman said bitterly, her eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other.

Rose had expected him to be a little more shocked at the revelation and paused her angry rant to throw him a questioning look.

“Why do I have a feeling you already knew that?” she asked and crossed her arms across her chest, tapping her foot.

“I’ve studied the Theory of Charms in detail. Of course I know of the most powerful wand in existence. I just had no idea Dumbledore had it.” he said, but Rose was somehow unconvinced. Finally, she sat down and summoned a bottle of water towards her.

“Well, that’s the thing. He didn’t have it. I don’t expect my uncle to have shared this with you, I don’t think anybody knows apart from the immediate family, but it was his. The Elder Wand was, is, Harry’s.” she said.

Scorpius sat down across from her at the table and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up.

“He never said, no. I don’t think that went on public record after the war.”

“It didn’t. He never talks about it, either but I managed to convince my Dad to tell me when I was sixteen.” she continued with a smile. “When they went on the hunt for the Horcruxes, they discovered that the three items that were supposedly manufactured by Death were actually real. They were created hundreds of years ago by three brothers, the Peverells. Harry is the last descendent of the Peverell family, seeing as the other two died before having children, or so the legend says. He has the Cloak of Invisibility. While on their journey, he somehow managed to acquire the other two as well. They were called the Deathly Hallows and they made one master of Death. According to lore at least.”

“Only one other break in at the White Tomb was ever reported, as I‘m sure you know. Voldemort broke into it in 1998 and stole the wand, but it never worked for him. How could it? It has a core of Thestral hair, the only one of its kind. It will only answer to one that accepts and understands death. He never did, not like Harry. You know the story, of how he stepped in front of the Killing Curse willingly to save them all. It was that wand that brought about the demise of Voldemort. And they just let it sit under a piece of stone.” she finished and sighed.

Scorpius listened to her story with interest. It was part of wizard history by now, the quest of Harry Potter, how he had saved them all, how he searched for the pieces of the soul and destroyed them. Now that he knew the whole story, he couldn’t blame the wizard for not wanting to share the information on the so called Deathly Hallows. If word got out that they were real, people would be fighting tooth and nail over them. He studied the woman in front of him and decided that it was as good a time as any to ask her the one thing that had been nagging him since their return.

“Rose, what happened with your parents?” he said and she straightened her back, inhaling sharply. For a moment he was sure she would call him on overstepping the line, but to his surprised she answered.

“As I said, I was sixteen when I came across the myth of the Elder Wand in one of my mother’s books. I asked her about it but she just dismissed it. I didn’t buy it for a second. My mother was never the kind of witch to just dismiss an entire part of wizarding lore, no matter how improbable or impossible it may seem. So I asked my Dad about it and he told me the story I just told you. How they had found them and how uncle Harry left it with Dumbledore in the end. The whole idea of wands and their own branch of magic fascinated me and I kept doing research during my 7th year, hoping to understand more about it. By the time we graduated, I knew I wanted to study it as a career. Wandlore. They were thrilled at first, my parents and talked about getting me the best apprenticeship they could find. That was until I told them that what I was most eager to learn: the properties of the Elder Wand. At that moment, it’s like a switch went off inside my mother’s head and she rejected the idea of my studies altogether. Of course, I pressed on, but she wouldn’t hear of it. My dad told me that she was worried, she had seen what people become under the influence of that wand and she just didn’t want me wasting my life away searching for something I’d never find. Of course I knew that I could find it, I knew exactly where it was. Oh, but she was so disappointed in me. My brother is attending the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts but still, I was the one that was throwing her life away. “ she said, her eyes clouding up at the memory.

“Your brother is attending W.A.D.A.?” Scorpius asked in disbelief. She smiled sadly and shook her head then continued.

“I was eighteen when a nasty fight broke out and I packed my bags and cleared my vault. I was on the first train at Platform 7 and a half by the next morning. I went all the way to Romania and got settled. I didn’t speak with them for months, until finally one day I owled my father. He came, with uncle Harry and they warded my apartment and spoke with Vasile, making sure I was treated properly and stayed out of trouble. After a while I resumed correspondence with my mother, but she never came to visit. This is the first time I’ve been home in years.” she concluded and took a deep breath, making sure to look straight at her hands, which were on the table in front of her. Scorpius reached out and took one of her hands, which made her look up at him.

“It’s okay Rose. You’ll be okay. You two will be able to patch it up once everything is over.” he told her, his voice gentle and reassuring.

“No, it’s not going to be okay. That wand is missing, who knows what’s happened to it and people are turning up dead and of course my family is smack in the middle of it all.” she said and tears started coming to her eyes. For once, she had let down her guard and Scorpius could see just how shaken up she really was by the whole thing. He got up and circled the table, sitting next to her and rubbing her back gently, as tears were pouring down her face. To his surprise, her arms circled his waist and she placed her head on his chest, embracing him as she cried. He tensed up, but placed his arms around her as well, hugging her as he whispered into her hair.

“Don’t cry, Rose. We‘ll catch them and put them away then everything can return to normal.”

AN: No cliffhanger for you this time! So now we know what drove Rose away. Or rather why she left. Will she and Hermione patch things up? Will she return to Romania or stay in England? Will Scorpius ever have a free evening again? Find out this and so much more in the next chapter of this story!

Thank you so much to all those who've read, reviewed, added this to their favorites! I'm humbled by all your positive feedback and am so happy that you enjoy this story! And because you've all been amazing, here's a short preview of chapter IX.

In Chapter IX of The Mysterious Case of the Twin Wands:
“Rose, what’s happened?” he asked, his worried eyes searching for any sign of attack on her. He found none and it dawned on him that he may be becoming paranoid.

“Somebody… there’s a note.” she said in a small voice and could hear the fear in it.

“What note? What happened?” he asked and she extended a small piece of parchment she had been clutching in her hand. He took it and unfolded it to read its contents, his hands shaking.

Chapter 9: IX. The Three Brothers
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Rose’s breakdown had made a powerful impression on Scorpius. It was one thing to be annoyed at her because she was as stubborn as her father, but seeing her so fragile and broken made something snap inside of him and he found himself with a sudden urge to protect the girl. These thoughts plagued him as he showered and turned in for the night. Laying in bed, he thought of the Weasley family and how unlikely the whole situation seemed for them.

He wasn’t part of a large family. He was the only child of Draco and Astoria Malfoy and his parents had cared for him greatly growing up. He was by no means spoiled, but he had been showered with affection his entire life. His mother had told him once that his father did not wish to apply the same methods with him that he had seen growing up.

Draco Malfoy had struggled to redeem the family name after the war. What was left of their saving after having financed Voldemort’s reign of terror had been spent on lawyers and trials in the aftermath of the Hogwarts Battle and Lucius never really recovered from that. The once proud head of the Malfoy House was reduced to living his old age with his wife, supported by a son he never really took the time to know. The Malfoys currently owned a line of shops expanding in several magical locations across the continent. Astoria had managed to get involved in a whole range of activities, from charities supporting orphans of war to societies that promoted the welfare of underprivileged magical beings, such as werewolves. Slowly they regained the trust of the community, though the prejudice was still there and Scorpius was dealing with it constantly.

With images of family skeletons well hidden in closets in his head, he drifted into an uneasy sleep. It felt as if he was only asleep for a few minutes when he heard somebody call his name and his eyes opened. It was already morning outside, so he must’ve slept through the night, yet his body felt tired and protested at the idea of leaving the warmth of the covers. Turning his head and adjusting his focus, he saw Rose in the doorway of his bedroom, dressed in flannel pajamas. For a moment he was sure he was seeing things, but as he got up and sleep left his body, he realized that she was really standing there.

“Scorpius?” she called again and this time he got up and made his way across the room.

“Rose, what’s happened?” he asked, his worried eyes searching for any sign of attack on her. He found none and it dawned on him that he may be becoming paranoid.

“Somebody… there’s a note.” she said in a small voice and he could hear the fear in it.

“What note? What happened?” he asked and she extended a small piece of parchment she had been clutching in her hand. He took it and unfolded it to read its contents, his hands shaking.

Miss Rose Weasley,

It was with great pleasure that we learned of your return to the country. Although we realize that your time is rather valuable and you have a serious task at hand, we request that you grant us a meeting. We shall write soon with the terms in which it will take place.


The Peverell Society

“Who are these people?” he asked when he finished reading. She shook her head.

“I have no idea. Never heard of them. The note was in the Daily Prophet when it arrived just now. I came to wake you as soon as I saw.”

“That makes no sense, who would know you’re here? Who would know that you’ve returned? Have you contacted anybody since you’ve been here?” he asked, his tone betraying urgency.

“No, nobody aside from those at the Burrow know. And I hardly think my family would give away my location to a stranger.” she replied and crossed her hands over her chest in a defensive way. “Maybe somebody saw the Prophet owl? How did they know to send the paper here anyway?” she inquired.

“Potter gets it delivered to all his properties with compliments of the management. Special services for the community or something.” he said, dismissing her theory. “Are you sure you’ve never heard of them?” he asked again. “Think carefully.”

“No, I haven’t. I have heard of all sorts of societies across the ages, like the Silver Spears. In the 18th century they only accepted members with aspen wands. But …” she frowned and suddenly stopped mid sentence. She turned on her heel and ran from the room with Scorpius on her tail. She jumped over the last few steps and entered the study, slamming the door against the wall in the process. Scorpius followed her in and watched as she dug her way through a pile of books that she had previously stacked in a corner.

“Not Celebrated Wandmakers, no, The Pure-Blood Directory, that’s rubbish,” she muttered under her breath and then finally pulled out a leather -bound, black book, roughly the size of Hogwarts, A History. “It’s a really silly book, written by a silly wizard named Morys Fitzherbert, that details magical conspiracies across time.” she explained as she placed it on the table with too much force, making bits of parchments and dust fly. “Most of it is nonsense, but it has a whole chapter dedicated to secret societies.”

Scorpius joined her as she scanned the contents of the book, her eyes darting quickly from one page to another. Finally, she seemed to find what she had been looking for and turning the page, they both started reading.

‘It is a little known fact that the three brothers presented in Beedle the Bard’s tale were in fact members of the Peverell family. The three Peverell brothers, Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus, lived in the 13th century and were famous in their age for their extremely powerful magical abilities. As such, upon completing the three magical instruments, legends started appearing, claiming the items to be so extraordinary that no human could possibly forge them, thus they must be a product of a supernatural force such as Death. The items quickly became recognized as the Deathly Hallows and the family is now rumored to have links to other extremely powerful families, such as the Slytherin family, who’s best known member, Salazar was one of the four Founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the 10th century. Some rumors, such as this one, have been confirmed by historical fact. Others, such as their meeting with Death at twilight remain simply myths.

It is however know in the large community of Hallow supporters that the brothers Peverell did not wish to leave the three artifacts unprotected after their deaths and so the descendants of both Ignotus and Cadmus carried on their late fathers’ wish in secret, forming a group that is today known as “The Peverell Society”. Composed at first of only family members and trusted allies, the Society currently acts as guardians of the Deathly Hallows, monitoring their passing from one wizard to another. Invisible to the untrained eye, their involvement is present in every historical moment of significance to the Hallows.'

Scorpius finished reading and looked at Rose, who was staring at him with a triumphant look on her face.

“Rose, this is rubbish, don’t you see? Secret societies, links to the Slytherin family, involvement in all notable historical events? We’re not even sure Cadmus Peverell had an heir. As I recall the story, he died after not being able to bring his girl back or something.” he said and closed the book.

“That’s a legend, Scorpius, it’s one percent fact and ninety nine percent fiction.” she said as she turned back to the pile of books and produced another. The green covers had the name Nature’s Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy written in gold letters. She opened it on top of the other one and began flipping its pages.

“Really Rose, what are you hoping to find? And in that horrible book!” he exclaimed, giving her an exasperate look.

“Horrible book? Why would you object to the book calling you one of the Sacred Twenty Eight? More like Sacred Twenty Seven since Dad married Mum. The author of this would’ve set themselves on fire if they knew.” she commented and Scorpius rolled her eyes at her. She was in full Hermione Weasley mode and he suspected that he wouldn’t be able to pry her away from the books until she finished searching for whatever it was she was searching.

“I don’t buy any of that Sacred Families codswallop.” Scorpius informed her. The Sacred Twenty Eight was a list in the book, complied in the early 20th century that named all the wizard families who’s family tree was composed entirely of pure-blooded wizards. Of course nobody bothered to update it and Rose’s comment on the Sacred Twenty Seven made no sense to Scorpius whatsoever, since many other families had probably ceased to fulfill the criteria, beside the Weasley family. The Black family would’ve also been removed after Andromeda Black married Muggle-born Ted Tonks, and the Gaunt family, since their last descendant had been the product of a love-potion induced affair between a witch and a Muggle. The late Garrick Ollivander himself was half-blood and the family was still on the list, while other families, such as the Potters, were excluded altogether. Astoria had once told Scorpius of that list, noting only that both the Malfoy and the Greengrass families were on it, despite the fact that they had several ancestors that hadn’t married pure-blood wizards.

“There it is!” Rose finally exclaimed and showed Scorpius a drawing in the book. It was a family tree, expanding more generations than he cared to count. On the top it read “The Peverell Family” and highlighted were the names of the three brothers from the 13th century. “See, it’s right here!” she said, her finger tracing a line that pointed from Ignotus Peverell to Gerrard Peverell.

He was linked to Violetta Fawlye and together they had a son named Hector that married a witch from the Selwyn family. The lined underneath them showed two children, a son named Francis and a daughter Amicia.

“She married into a family called the Drytons, that I think became extinct in the male line pretty quickly, or else were Muggles. There hasn’t been a boy born in the line up until Symond Potter, uncle Harry’s great-grandfather.” she finished and her eyes were shinning with the thrill of her discoveries. Scorpius suddenly remembered that wizard genealogy was one of her passions and decided against calling her on wasting time looking at the family tree. “But if you look at this other line, this is where it gets interesting.” she said and Scorpius’ eyes followed the name Cadmus Peverell.

Cadmus Peverell had married a girl by the name of Lettice Pygot, that gave birth to a son. Her date of death coincided with the child’s date of birth. Cadmus had indeed fathered a child and the girl from the tale was his wife, that died giving birth to his son. He traced the thin ink line over a few more generations and finally realized what Rose had been looking for. Nathaniel Gaunt had married Philippa Slytherin and there, on paper, stood the proof that maybe the crackpot old wizard that had written about the Peverell Society wasn’t completely mental after all.

“So it’s real!” Rose concluded and slammed the book shut. “The Peverell Society is real and if what that wizard wrote is correct, all the major wizard families have ties to it!”

“Look Rose, I don’t want to burst your bubble, but I don’t think it’s that simple. First of all, I never heard any mention of it and my family, on both my parents’ side can be considered one of the oldest. If something like that existed and it had the influence the book said it had, my grandfather would be all over it. Second of all, I don’t buy all of this “protectors” of Hallows business. Not when two people with known connections to the last owner of the Hallows are dead and one of the aforementioned Hallows has been quite literally pried from somebody’s dead hands.” Scorpius pointed out. The mention of the deaths and the missing wand seemed to bring Rose back to reality and she suddenly looked grave. “We still have to figure out how they traced your location to this place. Not to mention that from what they hinted, there’s been a serious breech in Ministry security and we’ve got somebody aiding these people by providing them with classified information.”

“But, Scorpius, what if the two are unrelated? The Elder Wand’s disappearance and the murders.” Rose pressed on, unwilling to let go of her discovery. In the back of his mind, he noted that she was showing the Weasley stubbornness all over again.

“They are not. It all makes so much sense to me now that you’ve told me Potter was the master of the Elder Wand. Rose, whoever broke into Potter Manor left a message in a heavily warded room. But beside that, they didn’t leave a trace on the wards. They had managed to somehow duplicate the wand of the Head Auror and we didn’t have a clue. Imagine if they could produce such a good copy that it didn’t set up some of the most advanced protection wards known to spell casters, what they could do with the Elder Wand?”

Rose paled by the time he finished speaking and rand a hand through
her hair, messing up her long braid. “You think they might try to copy the Elder Wand?” she finally asked.

“After what you’ve told me about the other copy and the fact that everything seems thoroughly planned, I’m almost sure of it.” he confirmed for her and she picked up a stack of papers from the desk.

“I wish you would’ve told me sooner about the wand used to break into Harry’s house. I could’ve incorporated it in my work.” she said as she grabbed a quill and scribbled something. “Now take it from the beginning. No trace was left on the office door?”

“No. The office wards were intact when Head Auror Potter and Deputy Auror Weasley entered.” Scorpius read of his official report.

“And no magical signatures registered on the wands?”

“No, no sign at entry, no sign at exit.” he confirmed.

“Then, we have to look at this from a different angle.” she said as she removed the books from the desk and placed a large piece of parchment instead. “We have three categories of people so far, that were involved.” Rose began as she drew a table with three columns on the paper. “We have members of the Order of the Phoenix. Then we have members of Dumbledore’s Army. And last Auror Office members.” she announced as she labeled each column appropriately. “In the first one we have Dedalus Diggle and Hestia Jones, both members of the Order. Then we have Parvati Patil, a member of the D.A. and last we have Alastor Moody, Auror. These three are seemingly unconnected and while Diggle and Hestia may have had some contact with Moody, it’s unlikely they had any at all with Patil.”

Scorpius watched as Rose drew a diagram on the parchment and checked the facts stated in his own documents. “They’re only connection with each other is through Potter.” Scorpius observed and saw Rose marking it accordingly on the parchment. “The day we found Diggle, he said that Diggle had been one of the first men he met on his first visit to Diagon Alley and that he later escorted the Durlsey’s into hiding in the summer of ‘97.” he recalled and opened the folder marked “Jones, Hestia”. “And he wasn’t alone. Jones went with him into hiding and stayed there until she received word of the Battle of Hogwarts. I still don’t see how Patil ties in with them though.”

Rose’s head snapped up and she stared at a fixed point on the wall, muttering to herself. “Patil, Patil… Patil! That’s it! The Patil twins were my Dad’s and Harry’s dates to the Yule Ball in honor of the 1994 Triwizard Tournament. I’m sure of it. My uncle Bill met aunt Fleur at the Tournament, after all. How much are you willing to bet that it was Parvati who went with Harry?” she asked Scorpius, who was writing down the information they had uncovered.

“I remember that Yule Ball thing. It was the only ball my parents ever had at Hogwarts and Mum was too young to attend. She still likes to remind my father sometimes.” he said as he closed the folder on Hestia.

“Wait, if your Dad went with Patil’s sister, who did your Mum go with?” Scorpius asked. He knew that they should be focusing on the task in front of them, but he felt that he could ask Rose without feeling awkward about it.

“Viktor Krum.” she replied as she drew lines from one column to another.

“Krum? The former Quidditch world champion?” he verified, not believing his ears.

“The very same,” Rose confirmed and smiled to herself. “Much like your mother, my father never forgot that.” she chuckled and Scorpius grinned at the thought. There was a pause in their conversation in which only the scratching of quill on parchment could be heard and Rose spoke again. “I feel strange doing this, researching all this stuff on Harry. It’s so strange to think that they were young once.”

Scorpius wanted to reply but his attention was diverted by something in one of Rose’s analysis reports.

“Rose, can a wand duplicated and bearing a brother core be passed off as an original from a magical point of view?” he asked slowly.

“I’m sorry? Do you mean if the magical marks they leave are the same? Maybe for a Summoning Charm or an Unlocking Charm. For anything above a first year level, the copied wand will leave its own, unique mark.” she said and looked at him with a curious expression. “Why’s that?”

“Because we never checked for the magical mark on these wands. The boys in Artifacts just crossed referenced what we brought in with the wand registry. But we only stopped to look for magical signatures once we looked at the wards on Potter Manor. And those would definitely have recognized a foreign wand.” he said and she appeared to be in deep thought, chewing on her lip.

“Maybe they used a Doubling Charm on the wand?” Rose suggested.

“No, the wards would’ve picked it up. Over time, the copy rots or gets tarnished. And a Doubling Charm cannot replicate organic materials, such as DNA from the core.” he told her.

“Then that can only mean one thing.” Rose decided. “Tell Harry I’m ready to give my report on the situation.” she said and looked oddly serious in her peach pajamas.

“Care to give me a preview?” he proposed, raising an eyebrow.

“Right, yes.” Rose said and sounded a little embarrassed. “Somebody cloned the core of Harry’s wand, using the Muggle method and I think that’s what they want to try with the Elder Wand as well.”

AN: This was one of my absolutely favorite chapters to write. I love family trees and studying how people are related to each other. I'm so proud that this story has reached over fifty reviews and more than one thousand reads! It blows my mind thinking that so many people have read this! Thank you so much to those who've read and reviewed!

In chapter ten of "The Mysterious Case of the Twin Wands"? Rose has finished with the wands, but that doesn't mean they're any closer to finding the killer. Perhaps it is time for Harry to take some drastic measures? All this and more, next week!

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Chapter 10: X. Revelations
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Scorpius didn’t wait for the magnitude of Rose’s discovery to sink in. Instead he reached instinctively towards his wand and summoned his Patronus, sending word to Harry that a full report on the wands was ready to be presented to the team. He helped Rose gather up whatever papers she needed to take with her to the Ministry and shoved them all in his wooden box, making a dash upstairs to change his clothes. The sun was already high up on the clear sky and his stomach gave him a reminder that he had not eaten anything since the previous day. Ignoring its protests, he left his room and found Rose in the hallway, fully clothed and waiting for him.

“You’d better put a hat on and when we get there, keep a low profile until we reach Auror Office.” he told her and she pulled a fluffy hat from her tiny purse. In the back of his mind, he registered that that was something he had only seen once before, when her mother had produced a thick winter cloak from an equally small bag. Apparently Weasley women liked to carry half of their closets in their bags. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a silver stag entering the hallway from the wall and speaking to them in Harry Potter’s voice.

“Reported disappearance. Come ASAP. Bring her.”

As the form dissolved to silvery mist in front of them, he placed the box under one arm and with his free hand he grabbed Rose and pulled her downstairs. They Disapparated together to the entrance of the Ministry and made their way silently towards the Atrium.

When he found himself in the familiar surroundings of his work place, it finally dawned on him that he was holding Rose’s hand and he let it go, feeling a sudden regret for having to do so. However, he spent no time in analyzing what that might mean, since it was only a couple of minutes until they reached his office.

The atmosphere there reminded him of the night Diggle was found dead in his home. People were running around, throwing documents at each other, some higher ranking employees were trying to maintain a sense of order by shouting instructions all at the same time and the people passing him in a rush kept throwing him strange looks, as if they were frightened by something. He saw that the team was already assembled in the conference room but once the two entered within the sound proofing charm that was placed over that room, he found that the people in there were in worse shape than the ones outside.

Harry was failing to keep them all in order for once and had resorted to speak as loudly as them, hoping to get a point across. He saw Simone, her eyes red and bloodshot and it dawned on him that she might’ve been crying. She was the only one not speaking in the chaos. When Scorpius entered the room he heard somebody shouting at him. If the person hadn’t used his name he wouldn’t have been made aware that he was the one being addressed.

“About bloody time, Malfoy!”

He resisted the urge to tell them where they could put it and instead looked at Harry, who ran a hand through his hair and passed him a piece of parchment, which Scorpius read with Rose looking over his shoulder.

“Mister Harry Potter,

It seems that our recent actions have failed to make you aware of our task. Thus, we were left with no choice but to try to find you ourselves, using the opportunity to find out just how much you’ve unearthed from your investigations. We trust that you shall pardon Miss Penelope Shepard’s long absence from her work place. We shall contact you to schedule a meeting.


The Peverell Society”

Scorpius’ insides turned to ice as he finished the note and he glanced back at Rose, who was covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with fear. The look that passed between them told him that they were thinking the same thing. These were the same people that had contacted her earlier and they weren’t fooling around. Abducting a fully trained Auror was no easy task.

“When did this came? Has somebody been sent to her house?” he asked Harry as he placed his box on the table and opened it.

“I found it on my desk this morning. Whoever did this has eyes and ears on the inside. I summoned the entire staff earlier and they were all willing to submit themselves to Veritaserum testing so I have reason to believe it was somebody from another Department.” he replied and Scorpius pulled out Rose’s note, laying the two on the table for comparison. “And Fred and Derek just came back from her house. It was quiet, no forced entry, no nothing. It’s as if she locked up and left by her own free will, which makes me suspect even more that we’re dealing with somebody she knew.”

“This came for Rose this morning.” Scorpius said and he slid the two papers to Harry and Ron, who were on his left. “It was in the Prophet.”

Ron let out a sound from the back of his throat, between a whimper and a yelp. He looked at the note, then at Rose, his eyes searching her for any signs of an assault. He found none and his features relaxed a little.

“Potter, who knew she was here?” Scorpius asked. He was looking around the room and noticed for the first time how Dean and Fred weren’t surprised by the girl’s presence. The others didn’t knew her by name but they didn’t raise any objections to the stranger entering their meeting as well.

“The team knew, we told them after you left for the safe house. We needed to plant a cover story for your absence so other employees wouldn’t start spreading anything around. Other than them and the family, nobody.”

“We’ve already ruled that out this morning.” Scorpius replied in a defeated tone.

“Great, another dead end. Now we have to figure out who sent the notes and who’s been helping these people.” Ron said and fell back into his chair with a defeated air. Grantham had rounded the table and was currently looking at the notes with a small magnifying glass he had conjured.

“I think I may have a lead on who these Peverell people are.” Rose said, speaking up for the first time since they arrived. Silence fell over the rooms and every head turned to look at her. Nobody spoke up so she continued.

“I noticed ever since I looked at the wands from the Dedalus Diggle murder that one of them, namely the Patil wand, had been a fake. Somebody went to great lengths to track down a sibling of the creature that provided the core and to manually reproduce the exact characteristics of the wand wood. In the second case, I found that it was indeed the original wand that belonged to Alastor Moody and in my opinion, judging by the condition the wand wood was in, the person who had it retrieved it shortly after his death and kept it all of this time. When I got the note and started doing some research on who the Peverell Society are, I found that they were a secret society founded in the 13th century, by the only descendants of the brothers Ignotus and Cadmus Peverell.” she said, noticing how Harry and Ron’s eyes had grown wide at this information. The others were looking at her, trying to grasp the meaning of what she was saying.

“The Peverell brothers, or simply the three brothers as legend recorded them, are the three makers of the objects now known as the Deathly Hallows.” she explained and some of the Aurors already started raising their eyebrows.

“The three brothers? Like in the bed time story?” Jeremiah asked, looking at her as if she had grown a beard.

“That’s actually a legend sprung from true events. In the 13th century people didn’t really understand how men could create such powerful magical objects so they just preferred to believe that a supernatural entity, such as Death, made them.” Rose explained. As she was about to launch herself into the explanation of how everything tied in with the killings, Simone interrupted her again, addressing Harry in an angry tone.

“Auror Potter, one of our colleagues is missing and you expect us to sit here and hear retellings of children’s fairytales? How is that helping Penelope?” she burst and her eyes pierced Harry.

“Because it’s all true. The Deathly Hallows. They’re real.” Harry replied and the whole room was thrown in silence again.

“Real? What do you mean, real? You mean these madmen, whoever they are, have the power to master Death?” Dean asked, his voice betraying a hint of fear.

“No, they don’t. Now if you people will let me finish!” Rose said, her patience leaving her. “This Society has links and branches in all the magical families. The protection of the Hallows has been passed on generation by generation, just as the cloak was rumored to have passed from Ignotus' son to the next in line. But once they all started having girls, the line gets a bit blurry. It’s almost impossible to find the leader now. However, they still keep tracks on the Hallows. They don’t have them. Not all of them at least. They managed to procure one.”

“Which one?” Jeremiah grumbled once more. “With our luck, it’ll be the bloody undefeatable wand.”

“And that assumption is correct.” Rose said and as she searched their faces, she knew they understood.

“Dumbledore had Death’s wand?” Dean asked again. “But if they took it, it must mean the wand now recognizes whoever’s in charge as the owner. So we’re still in a big mess.” he exclaimed and looked towards his other colleagues, hoping to see the same panic in them.

“Not quite, you see, the wand’s previous master didn’t lose it in battle for the core to change loyalties. That wizard won it in duel over 20 years ago and hasn’t been defeated since.” Rose replied, hoping to calm the man down.

“Then Miss Weasley, if you know who it is we must bring him in protective custody before he gets killed. So give us the name.” Jeremiah urged her.

Rose looked down uncomfortably at the last words and fumbled with the papers, unsure of how to answer. She was sure she shouldn’t say, not if they didn’t know already. And if Scorpius hadn’t known, she guessed the others didn’t either. Luckily for her, somebody decided to jump to her aid.

“That won’t be necessary Jeremiah. The wand, the Elder Wand belongs to me.” Harry said as every head turned from Rose to him.

“Oh, will you people stop it with the surprised faces already!” Scorpius snapped. “She hasn’t even told you the real problem yet! We’re wasting time!”

Rose silently thanked him for stepping up for her. “When I heard of the break in at Potter Manor, I knew that it wasn’t just a duplicated wand with a similar core. That complexity of the wards would’ve picked up on that. And thought that, they as good as gave their intentions away. I think that whoever broke into the study was looking for the Elder Wand. They want to do to it what they did to your old wand, Harry. Clone its core the Muggle way, replicate its genetic signature and make more copies. Copies identical in shape, size and to my knowledge, also in power, to the originals.”

Harry rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses as he grasped the concept of what was going on. This was something even beyond his wildest dreams. Something like this had the potential to start a war.

“That must mean that they took Penelope and are trying to know how far behind them we are. They knew we’d search for her with priority and they’re buying time, bloody bastards.” he said angrily. “There‘s no time to waste, back to work everybody! We need to find and bring Penelope home! Lupin, Malfoy, Rose, my office, now!”

The three entered the Head Auror’s office behind Harry and Ron and were invited to take a seat, as Harry closed the door behind them and cast a silencing Charm on it.

“It’s time we take this investigation one step further.” he announced and Ron nodded, looking for something in his desk. After a few minutes, he seemed to have found whatever he was looking for.

“It’s done, Harry. They’ll be expecting us in the back room of the joke shop.” Ron said and gathered his things, throwing his cloak on.

“You take them, I have to stop somewhere first and I’ll see you there.” Harry told him and at his words the door unsealed itself and they were off.

Rose wanted to know why they were being taken to the Weasley’s shop in Diagon Alley, but judging by the look on Scorpius’ face, he didn’t know any more than she did. As first instructed by Scorpius, the girl kept a low profile when they entered the Leaky Caldron and from their back room, Diagon Alley. The long and crowded street was just as she remembered it, from her last visit, when she only stopped at Gringotts Bank. All the shops were packed full of witches and wizards, admiring the colorful and sometimes moving displays in the windows and on their shelves. But only one stood out. As big and outrageous as it had been when it first opened, Weasley Wizard Wheezes was by far the most noticeable shop in the entire area. The sight of it made Rose smile. Her uncle George always wanted to stand out, this trait of his reflected in the way in which he ran his business. It was a shame, Rose thought, that neither Fred or Roxanne wanted to be part of the family business, although George’s ambition rubbed off on both of them, seeing as Fred was an Auror in one of the top teams and Roxanne had taken to studying fashion in France, hoping to one day open a line of stores of her own.

They carefully made their way in the crowd and finally reached the entrance of the shop, where her uncle was already waiting for them. He enveloped Rose in a big hug, almost crushing her. She responded just as enthusiastically and after pleasantries were exchanged, George led them to the back of the shop, where he had a large room. The room was empty save for a large, round table and chairs scattered all around. There were no windows.

“Dad,” Rose finally asked, turning to Ron. “What are we doing here? Shouldn’t we be trying to find the Auror?”

“We are doing just that.” he told his daughter and turned to George. “We summoned everybody so we’ll get started when they arrive.”

“Who have you summoned? What are we starting?” Rose pressed on, her tone becoming annoyed.

“My, my, little niece with a flowery name, don’t tell me you don’t know?” George said in a joking tone, placing an arm around her shoulder and laughing. Rose threw him an annoyed look, but couldn’t help her curiosity.

“I don’t, or else I wouldn’t be asking!” she replied in a proud manner that only made her uncle laugh more.

“A chip off the old wife, this one is, eh Ronnie?” he said and Ron’s ears turned red as he heard his brother use a nickname for him. In front of those that he worked with. “This, my dear, is the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix!”

It was Rose’s turn to laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That was dissolved after the war, there is no record of it after 1999 when the last Death Eater trial was held!” she argued and crossed her hands.

“Well, of course there wouldn’t be. We are now en elite team of mercenaries employed by the Head of the Auror Department when he feels a mess is about to be made.” George said, trying to keep a straight face. His composure was lost as a voice spoke from behind him.

“Giving Rose the old “elite mercenaries” talk, George?” Bill Weasley asked as he entered the room accompanied by his wife, Fleur. The pair hugged Rose, before going around the room and greeting everybody. Fleur spent a few good minutes with her son-in-law, trying to find out when he and Victoire would finally have a child. Apparently her daughter wasn’t too keen on discussing those things with her mother. Teddy looked very uncomfortable and sighed with relief as Hermione, Ginny and a third woman Rose recognized as Luna Scamander entered the room and Fleur turned her attention to them.

“So, what’s really going on?” she asked Teddy, who had come to seek refuge from his in-laws next to Rose and Scorpius. George was with Bill and Ron in a corner and the latter was explaining something, his face lined with worry.

“It’s a meeting of the Order.” Teddy told her and she and Scorpius raised a quizzical eyebrow at him at the same time. “I guess Harry called it in since he suspects the Ministry’s been infiltrated and he wants his information under the radar. Though most members these days are family.”

“When did you join?” Rose asked, looking at the boy with amazement. Her head was starting to spin from so many secret societies in the same day.

“I was asked to join when I started my Auror program. Though there hasn’t been a meeting in years and that was when Harry and Ron had discovered those witches that sold love potions to Muggles. Nothing this big. I guess it was because both my mum and dad were members.” he explained and his eyes dropped to the floor as he finished. Talking about the Lupins was always a sore spot for Teddy and Rose sighed, rubbing his back as the last people came in, closing the door behind them. Harry had come, along with Neville Longbottom and the Minister himself, Kinglsey Shacklebolt. As he entered, Rose could see Scorpius out of the corner of her eye, as he straightened his back and involuntarily pulled at his uniform, making sure it wasn’t hanging wrong on his body. The small gesture made her want to smile.

Kinglsey Shacklebolt was a friend of her family’s and she had seen him at numerous parties and other celebrations. He had also been Minister for more than Rose cared to remember. He was a good and honest man and his actions had brought about a period of peace and prosperity for the wizarding folk in England, so he kept getting re-elected every time. Rose recalled a Christmas dinner, when she was fourteen or fifteen, when Kingsley had asked Harry to run against him for Minister in the next election. Harry had laughed and drained his goblet of wine, patting the man on the back and telling him that he was perfectly happy with somebody else being the chosen one for a change.

As the people present gathered around the room, some of them looked at Harry with anxiousness across their faces, others, like Hermione, in curiosity as the woman’s eyes kept darting from her daughter to her brother -in -law and back.

“I suppose you’re all wondering why I summoned you here today. As you can see, we have two new additions to the group. Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy. The reason why they are here, why we are all here, is the fact that the Elder Wand was stolen.” The shock that met this statement was a different kind. It wasn’t the shock of revelation that the Aurors had. No, this was the reaction of the people who knew just what they were up against.

The conversation was smoother than the one with the Aurors, though people did gasp and had the same shocked looks on their faces as the events were revealed to them, along with the story of the notes and Rose’s discoveries. Searching the room with her eyes, she could understand why Harry needed all these people. Luna and Neville came in contact with all sorts of people and they were both bright enough to put the pieces together if they happened to come across some clues. Fleur and Bill both worked for Gringotts and could keep and eye out for both goblin and human signs of odd activity. Ginny was a journalist with sources scattered all over Britain and Hermione was one of the top attorneys in the Ministry. With George running the largest shop in Diagon Alley, it seemed that no part of the wizarding world could go unturned by these people in Harry’s search for the Peverell Society.

“But Harry, isn’t it nearly impossible to find siblings of magical creatures?” Luna asked.

“You’re right, it is. Which is why I suspect that there is a bigger story behind these deaths and the duplicated wands. We need to find out all we can before it’s too late.” The Auror told her and she nodded, looking into space, lost in a deep thought.

“Fleur and I will interview the goblins. Somebody’s got to be financing all of this and the gold comes from Gringotts. There isn’t another bank its size in the country, this amount of gold must leave a trace.” Bill told his brother-in-law as his wife nodded.

“Anything you find, come tell me. We can’t risk any information being intercepted. That is all for now but we’ll keep in touch.” Harry informed them as the people slowly got up and prepared to leave. Neville approached Harry.

“I’m going to try and have a chat with old Binns. If he ever finishes talking, maybe we’ll have a lead. I’ll get old Slughorn to investigate as well.” Neville said and Harry smiled.

“Yeah, he’s prone to knowing about the more obscure parts of our world.”

The members of the Order of the Phoenix had already devised a plan and were on their way to finding out more about the Society. The back-up should have come as a relief, seeing as she was no longer alone in believing the organization was real. Yet, Rose couldn’t shake the nagging thought in the back of her head that something else was wrong, that maybe things wouldn’t get easier soon. Every fiber in Rose’s being told her that this was only the beginning and the though made her insides turn to ice.

AN: Sorry for the long wait! But here it its, chapter 10, hope you enjoyed it. This story is going to be 15 chapters long, as of this week when I finished typing it up! Thank you so much to everybody who's read, reviewed and added this to their favorites. The response I got to this story is overwhelming!

In chapter 11 of "Twin Wands"? Rose and Scorpius sit down for a talk and they discover something unexpected!

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Chapter 11: XI. Drunken Minds
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When the meeting finished, Rose stayed for only a few minutes, in which she exchanged a few words with her mother and aunts, after which Scorpius accompanied her back to Grimmauld Place and left, telling her that he was going to search for Penelope.

That had been almost twenty-four hours ago, Rose thought as she closed the large book she was reading and pushed it away from her, rubbing her eyes. She had researched cloning and DNA and wood properties some more, had a bite to eat, drank tea, tried to sleep but failed, looked for more information on the Hallows, paced around the room and had even tried to wake up Sirius Black’s portrait, though the man ignored her completely.

She hated to admit, as she was staring into the fire she had started in the study, night slowly creeping up on the snowy street, that she felt lonely without Scorpius there. It wasn’t even two weeks ago that she had found him in her shop halfway across the continent and looked at him with indifference and now... Well, as much as she hated to admit it, he had grown on her. She liked how they would chat into the night, drinking hot chocolate or sometimes wine. He would ask her the strangest things and she never felt shy about answering him. In a way, they had known each other for a long time but at the same time they were strangers. Nothing tied her to him and yet, here she was, thinking and worrying about him.

Sometimes, as the conversation died down and they became tired, she wondered what would happen if she were to close the distance between them, to bring her lips to his or lay her head against his chest. How would he react to crossing that invisible line they drew for themselves? But the thoughts left her as soon as they came and she reminded herself that she was just a pawn in the case, that he was there because he had to, not because he wanted to and every night as he saw her eyes drop, he would get up and go to his room.

Rose wanted to laugh at herself. She was being silly of course, she was a grown woman, not a silly teenager and she couldn’t just crush on every guy. Even though Scorpius wasn’t just any guy. He was an enigma, a riddle she was anxious to decipher. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door closing and she grasped her wand, straining her ears to pick up on any sign that the person entering was an unwanted visitor. She relaxed as she felt Scorpius’ shape sink into the sofa next to her and she turned to look at him.

His uniform was wrinkled and dusty, his hair unruly. His whole appearance made Rose think he must be very tired, especially since he had his elbows propped on his legs and he was holding his head in his hands. She let him sit in silence for several minutes and finally decided to speak up.

“Scorpius?” his head snapped up and he looked at her, but the look in his eyes made Rose’s own eyes widen. There was nothing there, no light. He looked defeated. She bit her lip and searched for the appropriate words to say to him. He got up and took the bottle of Firewhiskey from the small table next to the sofa and poured himself a big drink. He raised the glass to his lips and drained its contents, pouring another.

“Did you find her?” Rose finally asked, when his hands had stopped shaking. He turned his back on her and stared into the flames, the glow from the fire casting eerie shadows around him.

“Dead.” the word rang in the empty room, sounding so wrong and cruel to Rose’s ears that she let out an involuntary gasp. She felt tears sting her eyes, and nausea tugging at her insides. A girl, no older than she was, was dead.

“I… I’m sorry.” was all she managed to say after a few minutes of silence.

“We found her in her bedroom. We decided to do another sweep of the house as a last resort, seeing as we didn’t find any leads on her whereabouts. Somebody brought her back and placed her in her bed.” he said and Rose wanted to tell him to stop. She didn’t want to know what happened to the woman or what the people that wanted to see her were capable off. However, she bit her tongue and let him continue. “She died as a result of an extreme form of Occlumency. Nothing we’ve ever seen before. Somebody poked around in her brain until her brain cells snapped and died. They literally melted her brain away, the fucking bastards! She was so young, she never got to live her life and now she‘s dead because she knew too little or too much!” he shouted and threw the glass at the fireplace, the alcohol making the flames rise.

Rose got up from the sofa and went behind him, circling his waist with her arms and pressing herself onto his back. She pulled him close and hugged him. To her surprise, he didn’t push her away, but relaxed in her arms. After some time, Rose felt him shaking and realized he was sobbing. Scorpius crashed to the floor, bringing Rose down with him, as he cried for his dead friend and all the things she never got to experience. Rose held him, whispering soothing words into his hair and stroking his back as he crumbled.

Rose didn’t know how long it had taken Scorpius to calm himself. She felt ashamed that she intruded on such an intimate moment. She was sure he didn’t want to be seen crying and by the woman he was protecting no less. But he never said a word and she didn’t comment on it either. They sat on the floor, having summoned the bottle and two glasses to them, their backs propped against the large sofa, Rose resting her head on Scorpius’s shoulder and he held her hand, making small circles with his fingers in her palm.

They didn’t speak and for once, Rose wasn’t bothered by the silence. She found it comfortable and appropriate. It was the only thing she needed tonight, silence and Scorpius and the fire. She had not known Penelope but her loss hurt her, hit her close to home and scared her.

“Tell me something about you.” Scorpius finally spoke, his tone even and steady. She raised her head from his shoulder and glanced at him, tilting her head slightly. He answered her unasked question “Take my mind off it.”

She sighed as she tried to find something interesting to share with him. Finally, she gave up and just drained her own glass, taking a deep breath as she begun speaking.

“I’m the biggest over-analyzer you’ll ever meet. I’m afraid of missed opportunities, I’d hate to think that I wasted my youth, sometimes it gets really loud inside my head. I love it when it rains and I’m scared of being easily forgotten. I believe in desperate acts, the kind that make you look stupid.” she finished and to her surprise, a smile formed on his face.

“You could never be easily forgotten, Rose.” he told her and took her hand once more. “As for opportunities, some you might miss, but others will come along, be sure of it.”

“Not easily forgotten, you say?” she asked him and smiled a little smile of her own. “What about you?”

“Me? I don’t want to be just another pretty book cover. I want people to see that there’s more to me than a face or a name. The things I don’t reveal, those are the ones I hold the closest. I live with the constant feeling that I’m in the process of ruining something great. I struggle everyday and sometimes I get tired. Really tired.”

“Why do you feel the need to struggle?” Rose asked and he tucked a piece of her dark auburn hair behind her ear.

“Because I don’t want to give in. Not yet. I’m not done proving myself.” he whispered.

“You can relax here, you know.” Rose said, feeling her heart was beating in her chest. “I don’t want you to prove anything to me.”

“I thought you wanted me to get off my high horse.” he told her with a smile. She felt the color spreading across her face and sighed in defeat. She was never good at hiding her emotions.

“I’m so glad you listened.” she replied and bit her lip. The air was different tonight. Something had shifted since the last time they sat in that room and she wondered if he could feel it.

“Rose? Do you think Romeo enjoyed it?”

“Enjoyed what?” she asked, taken aback by his question.

“Being Juliet’s secret.”

Her eyebrows shot up at his question, the wheels in her brain spinning. She knew the tale of the forbidden love, she had read it plenty of times. But what could his question mean? Did it mean what she thought it meant or was it just in her head? She must’ve been quiet for a good few minutes because he smiled and shook his head.

“You need to stop over-analyzing. Stop reading between the lines.” he said softly and his hand slid behind her neck and pulled her closer, as he closed the distance between them.

And his lips were on top of hers and she felt her heart beating out of her chest. She wanted to breathe, felt her lungs burning, but at the same time she didn’t want to stop. She brought her arms around his neck, one of them burying itself deep within his blonde hair and the other grasping at his shirt. Before she knew it, she was seated on his lap and one of his arms was tracing patterns across her back. Finally, when the need for air became too much, they broke apart and she saw his eyes searching her face for a sign. She smiled a little smile as she drew a deep breath.

“Don’t make me look stupid by running away.” he whispered against her lips

“I‘m not going anywhere right now.” Rose replied and he smiled, kissing her once again.

They lay on the same floor where they had been hours ago, just looking at each other, occasionally kissing. Neither wanted to break the silence. There were so many things Rose wanted to say, so many questions she wanted to ask. What would this mean tomorrow? Would it still matter when they woke up or would they go back to being like they were the day before? She felt his every touch burn in her skin, leaving marks he couldn’t see but that she would be feeling for a long time. Kissing didn’t mean falling in love. That much she knew. But she also knew she had been alone for far too long. She didn’t want that anymore. But looking at him in the dim light of the dying fire, she felt something else. Rose Weasley was scared.

If there was ever a time she wanted to not over-analyze, to stop reading between the lines as he had told her, it was now. But even now the implications of their stolen kisses weighed on her. She lived in a different world now. Could she come back? Give up her life and resume her old one? But if she did that, it would mean she did it for him. And maybe he didn’t want that. When this was all over, maybe he would just want to return to his old, Rose-free life. The long line of “could” and “would” made her head hurt and he must’ve picked up on that.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, running his hand up and down her back.

“Just about life.” she replied and half-shrugged.

“What about it?”

“Sometimes I feel like something’s missing, something I never had in the first place. I’m waiting for that one big adventure. The one I’ll remember for the rest of my life. The one that’s gonna change everything.”

“Maybe this is it?” he asked and she sighed, taking in his words.

“This? You and me, in this house, with all that’s going on? I don’t think that’s going to change my life. One day soon everything will get back to normal. I’ll be gone and for you I’ll be just a memory.” she argued, noticing his face change as she spoke.

“What if I don’t agree with that? Or does my opinion not matter in this?” he asked her sharply and she understood her words had bothered him. She searched for a reply but her mind was spinning in vain. No clever come-back wanted to come to her.

“What do you want me to say, Scorpius? That I‘m going to spend the rest of my days loving you in secret?” she exclaimed and saw his grin return once more.

“I’d want you to say what was on your mind instead of composing bad poetry.” he chuckled.

“What would you know about poetry?” she asked, astounded. She knew close to nothing about him and his life. She didn’t know what she was doing.

“Why should you love me in secret when I want to love you out in the open, for the whole world to see?” he responded and she smiled.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Look at us, already professing our undying love.” she frowned and her frown only made his grin bigger.

“I’m still young, Rose. I can choose to fall in love with whoever I please.” he said and looked into her eyes once again.

“It’s the Firewhiskey talking.” Rose retorted and got up, picking her glass as she went.

“Perhaps it is, but you know, drunken minds speak sober truths.” he said as he got up as well.

“Then maybe we’ll speak of your sober truths in the morning when we’re both sober.” she joked, but his face had now become serious once more. Taking the glass from her hand, he placed it back on the table and took her face in his hands, kissing her lips lightly.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight, Rose. Stay with me.” he whispered and his voice made her heart beat faster. She squeezed his hand and he lead her out of the study and up the stairs. They stopped in front of his room and he turned to look at her. She nodded and reached up to kiss his lips. Scorpius pulled her inside and the door closed behind them.

It didn’t matter that perhaps it was a mistake and it didn’t matter how they would feel tomorrow. With his words in her head, Rose stepped inside the room. They were young and nothing else mattered.

AN: There you have it, folks! The big Rose/Scorpius scene. The first big Rose/Scorpius scene. There's more to come! So, what did you think? Loved it? Hated it? Were they out of character? Comment below!

Thank you once again to everybody who read and reviewed! You make me smile!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it's property of JK Rowling. "Romeo and Juliet" was written by William Shakespeare.

In chapter 12 of "Twin Wands"? We see how Scorpius reacts to the events of this chapter! Plus, a surprise cameo by an all time favorite character!

Chapter 12: XII. Sober Truths
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Scorpius stirred in his sleep and as he turned he felt the warmth of another body next to his. Opening his eyes, he saw Rose sleeping, both her arms under the pillow and her hair tangled all around her. The sight of her, peaceful and relaxed made him smile. The blanket was pulled up around her, but he could see the outline of her shoulders in the morning light, as they rose slightly with each breath she took.

The events of the previous night came crashing down on him at that moment and he closed his eyes to try and chase the image of Penelope, pale, with her eyes open, laying on her bed. Instead, he willed himself to focus on his own bed and the girl in there. His interest in Rose had started from the first conversation he had with her. She had grown, she wasn’t daddy’s girl, like she had been at school. Like him, she didn’t take the easy way out for her life. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t see it coming. He had seen this coming a mile away and he could have easily prevented it. But a part of him didn’t and maybe it was a mistake, but at the moment, his mind freed from the clouds of alcohol, he couldn’t bring himself to regret neither the kiss, or what happened next. He felt they shared so many common traits. Both were lost in their lives. Like him, she seemed to be going nowhere and fast. For a moment he thought that maybe they could go together and that made him smile.

He sighed and started tracing the line of freckles that dusted her back, lost in his thoughts. When you worked with a team, risking your lives and catching bad guys together, you develop bonds of friendship and trust. If you cant trust your colleague with your life you’re as good as dead. A voice in the back of his head kept telling him that Penelope had trusted them all with her life and they had failed, they hadn’t been able to find her in time. What if it were somebody else? What if they had taken his mother, or his aunt, or Rose? The last thought brought him back to his arrival at Grimmauld. He didn’t want to fall apart, but she was there, just listening, being supportive and it overwhelmed him. He had sobbed shamelessly and he wasn’t sorry for it. He cried for Penelope and the life she never had. For her family and the families of all those that had died at the hands of the ones he was trying to track down. And Rose had been there, and she was holding him and soothing him. Then she looked at him and it happened.

Rose looked at him and it was like he had been waiting for it to happen. It wasn’t called falling in love, or even in infatuation. It was the kind of feeling he got when he was picked first in Quidditch tryouts in his 3rd year of school or when his potion was best in the class. The feeling that somebody is looking at you and thinking of you, even when you aren’t there. He kissed her and in that moment he didn’t want to care about the deaths, the threat and the fact that he was on a mission. He wanted to hold her, to bury his hands in her soft curls and kiss her like they were the only two people in the world. A year ago, a month ago even, he would’ve scowled at the mere thought of what he did. But times had changed, somehow even the two of them had changed and the silence that passed between them was louder than any declaration.

As he looked at her, his eyes met hers and to his surprise she was awake and smiling at him.

“Good morning!” she said in a soft tone and smiled as she stretched. He returned her smile and settled on his back, as she cuddled next to him. He kissed her forehead and continued running his hand across her back.

“Scorpius, I wish you would just say what’s on your mind, instead of looking at me with that look in your eyes.”

“I was thinking it’s a shame we have to get out of bed today.”

“And why would that be?” she asked in an amused voice.

“Because our happy ending is safe here.” he replied and she frowned. He could see how she was analyzing his words in her head, turning them over on each side, assembling and disassembling them.

“What is it with you and speaking in riddles?” she finally asked him, an annoyed look on her face.

“I like to think of it as part of my charm.”

Shaking her head at him, she got up from the bed and reached for the nearest article of clothing available, which unfortunately for her was Scorpius’ old Slytherin t-shirt from school. She realized it after she had pulled it over her head and he started laughing.

“I wish your father could see you now!” he said through peels of laughter, his eyes shinning.

“Be careful what you wish for, Malfoy. I don’t think it’s good for your health, my father seeing me climb out of your bed. He might decide to do you in first and I might have time to run away.” she replied with a scowl and went to pull the covers off him.

“Hey, leave those alone! I’m shy!” he protested and his outraged expression sent her into a fit of laughter.

“Yes, I’ve seen how shy you can be. Now come on, I’ll get started on the coffee and you can cook me breakfast.” she retorted and opened the door, stepping in the hallway and making her way downstairs. He pulled his shorts on in a haste and with a wave of his wand his bed began making itself. He went into the bathroom and washed his face and his teeth, then decided to follow Rose downstairs.

The coffee was already in mugs by the time he arrived and Rose was cutting up fruit, humming a tune to herself. Her messy hair was pulled up in a bun and she danced on the spot, unaware of his presence.

“Don’t trust me to cook for you, I see.” he said and she gave a start and turned her head in his direction.

“You really enjoy scaring me, don’t you?” she asked and he laughed as he put sugar in his coffee.

It was comforting to him, seeing her cook breakfast in his clothes. Warmth spread through his body at the sight of her and for a moment he could see Rose doing the same in his flat in Diagon Alley, away from all the drama that surrounded them. The comfortable silence enveloped them as they ate and as they were finished, Rose cleared the table. She sat in front of him and stared for a long time into her coffee, then finally looked at him with worry in her eyes.

“What happened last night?” she finally asked and Scorpius knew it was coming. The over-analyzing. The questions. The same questions that hung over his head but that she wanted answered right now.

“You see, Rose, when a man and a woman really like each other…” he started but she threw a sugar cube at him.

“I don’t need you to explain about the birds and the bees. I got that talk from my mother when I was thirteen. You know what I mean.“

“I know you can’t stop analyzing everything in your head and trying to
find a meaning.” he told her and her frown grew deeper.

“It’s not like me to do spontaneous things. It’s not like I didn’t warn you.” she muttered and he felt himself smiling.

“What do you want it to mean, Rose?”

“That’s just it!” she burst and threw her hands up. “It’s so bloody confusing. You’re so bloody confusing. One moment you’re all high and mighty Auror, the next you’re… you. And I don’t know which of those is the real you.”

“Is the existence of a real me necessary? I am both those people. I underwent training so hard I can’t even begin to explain it to you. I’ve seen and heard things that would make your blood turn cold. I can survive for days in the wild. But does that mean I want to live in the wilderness? Can’t it be just as real, this part of me, as the professional part is?”

“I wish you’d stop answering my questions with more questions.” Rose retorted. “It doesn’t make me less confused.”

“What is it you want? Do you want long walks on the beach and kisses in the rain? Do you want me to climb up your bedroom window just to see you? Or write you a poem?” he inquired.

“No, I just want to know what I should expect. How am I to know you won’t walk out that door today and asked to be reassigned?”

“You’ll just have to trust me on this one, Rose. I don’t do things I don’t want to do. I can’t be forced or coerced into doing anything. I’m not my father.” he said simply and looked at her, waiting for the reaction.

“I do, I really do.”

“Then trust me. It’s as simple as that. I trusted you. I still trust you. I already let you in, you’re just to busy staring between the lines to see it.” he said in a soft voice and reached for her hand. Her fingers closed around his and she sighed.

“Do you really have to go, today?” she finally said in a small voice.

“Of course I do. But I’ll be back. As long as you need me to come back, I will.” he said and she smiled sadly.

“I wish we could find the person responsible for this already. I hate living like this, in this fear and uncertainty.” she said bitterly and shook her head.

“We have to find a way to track them down. That's the main thing right now. They're wanted for the abduction and murder of an Auror. We won't leave a stone unturned. And I'll make sure you're safe.” he told her in his most reassuring voice, though deep down he had a hard time believing it himself. There was no clue as to the whereabouts of the Peverell Society and even less to get them started.

“Maybe we should look into the old families again.” Rose said. “If they were tied with Slytherin, maybe they married into some other old family. Or recruited them as members. I'll do that today.” She was speaking mostly to herself but smiled and Scorpius returned her smile, savoring the warmth that spread inside of him when he was looking at her.

After a few minutes, he went to his room to get ready for the day. He showered, even though he would’ve preferred to keep her scent with him the whole day. She was really one of a kind, Rose. She could be a full grown woman one moment and the next, she was a small child, lost and in need of guidance. The shower helped clear his head of these thoughts. He needed to have his wits about him, especially since they were no where closer to solving the case. If something else happened, he couldn’t be caught off guard.

When the emerged from his room and went downstairs, he saw Rose in the kitchen door, leaning against the frame. She had a calm look on her face but he could see in her eyes that it was only apparent. She walked up to meet him at the bottom of the stairs.

“Be safe today. I’ll have dinner ready when you come back.” she said and placed his arms around his waist and hugged him.

Scorpius smiled in her hair and kissed her forehead.

“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. We will talk about this!” she declared in a very serious voice that didn’t quite fit her present situation. She was a scary woman when she was mad but something about her petite frame, barefoot and in his shirt didn’t strike Scorpius as very intimidating. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

“Love, if I make it out alive today, we’ll talk until you use up all your words!” he said and opened the door, Disapparating on the front step.

Rose closed the door behind him with an aggravated expression on her face.

“Damn that man and his mysteries. Why can’t he just give me a straight answer?” she wondered out loud and to her surprise she heard a reply.

“I knew a girl named Belle, once. She was as mysterious as they come.” Sirius Black said from his portrait.

Rose smiled sadly at the man’s words and shook her head. Maybe it wasn’t just Scorpius, then. Maybe relationships were just meant to be mysterious and complicated. And the last thing Rose needed was a little more mystery in her life.

There it is, chapter twelve and Scorpius' take on the events of the previous evening. Belle, as mentioned by Sirius Black, belongs to Jami (Jchrissy) and is a character in her novel "Before They Fall", which has become my head canon for everything Marauder Era related. If you want to know more about Belle and Sirius, you should check it out!

And here's a preview of chapter 13:

“How do we know the location’s good?” Ron said from his chair.

“Do you have a better lead, Weasley? I was under the impression you didn’t, which is why Potter came to me in the first place. This is what I have. Take it or leave it.” the man said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.


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Chapter 13: XIII. The Mission
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It was a dark day for the Aurors. Darker than any Harry Potter could remember, in all his years with the Ministry. They had lost one of their own and the loss had taken its toll on the morale of the team. They were all out at the moment, researching leads that the Order members had come across, interviewing various shopkeepers and magical researchers, in the hopes that something, anything regarding the Peverell Society might come up. His best lead hadn’t come forward yet and he was hoping that he might get an answer soon, preferably one that would put him right back on the course of catching the killers.

Ron was writing up the report on Penelope at the desk next to him and paused frequently to rub his eyes and shake his head. Harry understood his frustration, of having to classify the girl as a casualty in a case, giving her a number in an archive. It wasn’t something he was comfortable with but he couldn’t let that slip pass the Minister’s cabinet.

The door to the office opened and Harry’s secretary, a middle aged lady by the name of Gladys, entered. Gladys had been with him ever since he took the job of Head Auror and she was truly a treasure. She never misplaced a file or forget to write down an appointment. On holidays she would joke at the office parties, telling him how it was her alone that kept the office running and she should be paid at least as much as he was. With the chaos that had reigned in the Department in the last days, Harry mentally agreed with her.

“Mister Potter. There is somebody here requesting to see you.”

“Who is it Gladys?” Harry asked, checking his schedule and seeing it was empty for the day. Unwanted visitors were the last thing he needed, he thought, looking at the stacks of files that surrounded him.

“A Mister Draco Malfoy, sir. He says it’s urgent.”

Ron head snapped up as he heard the name and he looked at Harry, both his eyebrows raised in surprise. Harry didn’t mimic that look, as he instructed Gladys to let the man in and hold all his memos until they were finished. They were not to be disturbed.

Draco Malfoy entered the office and looked around, nodding in Ron’s direction then crossing the room in a few steps. He extended his hand to Ron, who shook it firmly and then turned to Harry, extending his hand to him as well.

He had aged well. His hair wasn’t as light as it had been in his youth and he might have had a receding hair line, but the lines that now crossed his face gave him an aristocratic air. His robes were tailored to perfection, the expensive material bearing no crease or wrinkle and his shoes were polished and shined. He looked in every way a respectable wizard should look like and his attitude mirrored that, as he took a seat in front of Harry’s desk and pulled out an envelope from his briefcase.

“Potter, I am here with the information you asked me for a couple of days ago.” he started and Harry had trouble containing his excitement at the news.

“I trust you have found something for me, Malfoy?” he asked in an even tone and glanced at Ron, who was leaning back in his chair and studying his old nemesis.

“Yes, I made inquiries and sure enough, as you said, these Peverell people have ties in all the old wizard families. As it happens, my father received an invitation to join them a few year back, having been recommended by the Parkinson family to them. You remember Pansy Parkinson from school, I trust?”

“I try very hard no to, thank you very much.” Ron mumbled and Draco looked at him in a curious way.

“Anyway, before you start hunting her down you should know that she left for France some three years ago and hasn’t been seen in Britain since. As I understand it, she owed some bookies down in Knockturn Alley quite a bit of gold and didn’t have the resources to pay them back. My father received this invitation, which I was unaware of until I asked about it.” he said and extended a letter to Harry, who opened it and recognized the same handwriting as on the notes he and his niece had received. But the note addressed to Lucius Malfoy had something else. A location for the meeting. His eyes rose to meet Malfoy’s.

“He didn’t attend, no. He wished to do so, of course.” Draco continued with a skeptical note in his voice. “But mother told him that if he wanted to join another secret society with a mundane purpose, she would send him to the Retirement Wing at Mungo’s.”

“How do we know the location’s good?” Ron said from his chair. Draco turned to look at him with cold eyes.

“Do you have a better lead, Weasley? I was under the impression you didn’t, which is why Potter came to me in the first place. This is what I have. Take it or leave it.” he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“We’ll take it!” Harry decided and summoned a folder in which he placed the letter Draco had given him. “Thank you, this is very valuable to us.”

“Don’t mention it, Potter. I mean, literally, don’t mention this to anybody. I have no intentions of being associated with your office, even though my son does work here. By the way, where is my son?” he asked, getting up and straightening his robes.

“In the hall, second door the the right.” Harry replied and got up to shake Draco’s hand. After shaking Ron’s hand as well, he left the office with a quick nod.

Harry turned to look at Ron, the wheels in his head spinning. Ron was shaking his head in a disapproving way.

“Of all the people, mate, you had to go to Malfoy?”

“It was our best bet, and it looks to me like it’s paid off. We need to get the team, we’re going to raid the location on the letter today.” Harry announced, looking at the letter once more.

The Aurors were buzzing with excitement at the prospect of a lead and were anxiously waiting for Harry to brief them on the mission.

“About bloody time we caught them, too.” Jeremiah was complaining loudly. “I haven’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in weeks.”

Next to him Derek only mumbled, keeping his eyes focused of Simone, who was playing with the sleeve of her robe, not looking at any of them.

“All right, team, settle down!” Harry called as he entered the office. “I’m pleased to announce that we have found a possible location for a Peverell Society house, in Essex. We apparate there this afternoon, get in and get out under the cover of darkness. Anything we find can and will be considered evidence, so we bring it back.”

“Potter, do we know for sure we’ll find anything there?” Derek asked. Harry shook his head.

“You realize I can’t promise that we will find anything there. We’ll get in and see what we uncover.” he said and could see the annoyance on the younger man’s face. “Look Smith, this is the best shot we have right now. If you have another idea, you’re more than welcome to skip this one out and go investigate on your own.”

The man had no reply and Harry set up a meeting point, outside Ottery St. Catchpole, for 5 o’clock that evening. As the Aurors left one by one, Scorpius approached Ron.

“Weasley, can I have a word?”

“Yes? Is anything the matter, Malfoy?” Ron asked and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I was thinking, maybe we could move Rose out of Grimmauld for tonight? With the note, I don’t want to risk an ambush on the house tonight while she’s alone.”

“Who would ambush the house?” Ron asked, his voice betraying his skepticism.

“You know as well as I do there is a mole inside. What if these Peverell people learn what we’re doing and decide to take the chance to meet with Rose? What do you do then?” Scorpius answered, leaving the true meaning of his words hang in the air. What do you do when you find Rose like you’ve found Penelope?

“Fine, go get her, move her to the Borrow. I’ll send her mother there as well, they can all have a nice catch up with my sister.” Ron finally agreed, after a pause. “I’ll go tell Harry. You go get her and don’t be late!” he called after the man, but Scorpius was already out the door, leaving Ron to mutter to himself all the way back to his office about proper respect and conduct in the work place.

Rose was nearly bouncing with excitement when she heard the front door open and Scorpius calling for her. She ran down the stairs and almost crashed into him, not seeing that he was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.

“You’re home early!” she noted and smiled at him. “I guess we can do a late lunch, or maybe even an early dinner.”

Rose started making her way into the kitchen, not waiting for his reply, but Scorpius grabbed her hand and stopped her.


“What’s the matter? Oh my! Who died?” she asked, alarmed.

“Relax, nobody died. We got a lead on location for the Peverell Society. We’re going to investigate this evening.”

“That’s great! Maybe you can catch who’s responsible for this and we can finally get a little peace!”

“Yeah, I’m not so sure. The source is rather… old.” Scorpius said, noting in his head how his father had taken precisely that day to visit him at the office. For the first time. This reeked of Lucius Malfoy all over, but he wasn’t about to question Potter’s judgment on the matter.

“Well then, why go at all?” Rose wondered, tapping her foot.

“Because if they are still there, it’s our best chance yet. Anyway, in light of recent events… you’re going to be spending the night at the Burrow with your mother. “ he said and steadied himself for the tantrum that was sure to follow his announcement. To his surprise, Rose fell into a deep silence and finally nodded.

“I guess you’re right. There’s safety in numbers. I’ll go pack a bag.” she said and went up the staircase one again.

She took Scorpius’ hand and pulled him up the stairs with her.

“What are you doing?” he asked, but followed her anyway.

“I was thinking. Are we in a hurry?” Scorpius looked at the grandfather clock on the wall and saw that it was half past two in the afternoon. The meeting was to take place at five.

“Kind of, why? Planning on going shopping before you pack?” he asked and she rolled her eyes at him.

“No! I was researching some of the old families and I want to take that with me as well! But I need a little time!”

Scorpius was just about to argue how they would apparate there and no special preparations were needed, when she pulled him in for a kiss. Deciding this wasn't a battle he was going to win, he followed her into the study to gather her papers.

It was a couple of hours later that Scorpius apparated Rose to the Burrow. Carrying her overnight bag, the two made their way quietly across the grounds, exchanging quick glances but not saying anything. They hadn’t had time for the big talk Rose wanted and as twilight approached, leaving the sky stained with lines of gold and cloudy gray, the task ahead of them seemed to sink in. It could all be over soon. Then there would be time to talk. Hours and days of talking, without the threat of death keeping its head pressed against the window.

There was a light on in the kitchen and the figures of Ginny Potter and Hermione Weasley became visible, both of them sitting at the table, lost in a deep conversation. When they got closer, Rose was shocked by the worried lines that grazed her mother’s face. She seemed to have age ten years since she had last seen her a few days ago and the thought that her mother was getting older now shot through her, gripping her heart and making her grasp for breath. If Scorpius noticed any of this, he said nothing.

The two women greeted them warmly as they entered, Ginny making sure Scorpius has something to eat before he left on the mission. Something about the entire atmosphere in the room struck Rose as off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. One by one, people started trickling in. Simone came with Jeremiah and they were followed shortly by Derek. Fred came a short time later and let his aunts make a fuss over him, before their attention was turned to Teddy. Dean, Harry and Ron were the last of the Aurors, gathered in the house.

“Okay you lot, listen up!” Harry called as the time drew nearer to their departure. “You all have the location where we need to arrive. Apparating coordinates have also been supplied. Brent is going to stay behind to do some more research in case anything comes up that we’ve missed. I want vigilance, I want team work. Remember, no man gets left behind! Best of luck to us all!”

The Aurors trickled one by one out the back door and made their way to the back of the Weasley property, where they would be apparating in formation. Harry and Ron kissed their wives goodbye, Rose hugged her father tightly and the three women watched from the door as the men left. To her right, she heard Ginny whisper softly to her mother.

“Don’t worry, Hermione. They’re going to come back. They know they always have to return to us.”

Her words made Rose’s blood turn cold in her veins and the words Scorpius spoke to her just that morning echoed in her head. “As long as you need me to come back, I will.”

She looked at her mother and suddenly understood the worried look on her face. In the back of her mind, a young Rose recognized the same look from when she was smaller and her father would go on missions. It was why her parents never went to bed angry or leave the house after they had a fight. Tomorrow wasn’t a given for them, not even after all these years. Without thinking, she felt her feet start to walk and slowly she broke into a run. She didn’t want to think about this, she didn’t want to know how many pairs of eyes were following her or that her mother was calling after her.

The sound of Hermione’s voice made Harry, Ron and the others turn. Rose sprinted, her long hair blowing behind her in the cold winter’s air. She collided with Scorpius, nearing knocking him off his feet and wrapped herself around him, kissing him firmly on the mouth.

To their left, a shocked Ron took a step forward but Harry stopped him, shaking his head.

When the two finally broke apart, redness had spread from Rose’s cheeks to her whole face and her neck and chest. Scorpius grinned widely at her.

“What’s gotten into you?” he whispered, suddenly aware of their audience.

“I believe in desperate gestures, the kind that make you look stupid. I need you to come back to me.” she whispered back and peeked at her father out of the corner of her eye.

The man was shocked to say the least, but Rose decided she would deal with that later. Waving them all goodbye, she returned to the house and shrugged off her mother’s curious look and her aunt’s smile. There was no way they’d get an explanation before Rose had the time to process this herself.

Ron was fuming as the group made their way towards the apparition point, and kept throwing Scorpius dirty looks. Harry was silently trying to calm his friend, though he knew that in no time at all, Ron would snap and the first person he would blame would be Harry, with his idea of letting the two stay together in the house. Oh yes, there would come a time when Ron would go completely mental over what just happened and Harry was thankful the day was not today. He would need both Ginny and Hermione around when it happened.

Out of the corner of his eye, he searched for Scorpius in the group. Somehow, the kiss didn’t take Harry by surprise. In fact, it occurred to him that it was inevitable. The two just had so much in common and they were bound to click. The young man was walking with the rest, a dazed look on his face. Harry imagined that’s how he looked back in 5th year after he first kissed Ginny. Maybe it was a red hair thing.

They quickly regrouped and pulled themselves together after a few more moments and they apparated in a field in Essex. The location provided to them was an old house, partially visible in the distance.

The approach they had agreed upon was simple. They would split up and circle the place. Teddy, Derek and Jeremiah would try to enter through the basement, Simone, Dean and Fred would search the grounds for any sheds, garages or other such additional buildings. Ron and Harry would make their way into the main house through a back door or window and search.

They found the back door quickly enough and to their surprise, it wasn’t locked with spells or any other protective enchantments. The door opened to a small kitchen, that looked like it hadn’t been used in ages. There was dust covering every available surface and the moonlight streaming through the window gave them enough visibility so that they didn’t need to use their wands. The door on the left revealed a long corridor and the men entered it, trying not to cough as they inhaled the dust and the smell of the old house. Looking around, they found what looked like a study, judging by the old desk in a corner and the broken bookcases that lined the wall. Harry walked towards the desk and started searching the drawers, when a light appeared behind him. He froze and felt his whole body tensing, his ears straining to pick up on whether the person was on his team or a stranger. Then a man spoke up in a cold voice.

“Potter and Weasley. We finally found one another.”

AN: And that was chapter 13. Some of you guessed that the man with the lead would be Draco and you were right. How could I resist not bringing him into this? We're getting closer to the end now, just two chapters to go! Thank you again to those who read and reviewed!

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Chapter 14: XIV. The Great Plan
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The three women sat in silence, the only sound in the kitchen provided by the clock on the wall, that was steadily ticking away the time. Rose was seated in between her aunt and her mother, who kept throwing her mixed looks. Her mother was somewhere in between curiosity and the urge to scold her for her behavior and her aunt was trying to keep the smile of her face as she looked at both the Weasley women. Finally, after an eternity of ticking from the clock on the wall, Rose was the first to break.

“What is it? Why are you two looking at me like I just resurrected Voldemort or something?”

“I think we would’ve been less shocked about that, dear. We have seen Voldemort before, you know. We’ve just never seen you kissing the Malfoy boy.”

“Man, aunt Ginny. Scorpius is a man, not a boy.” Rose retorted, which only made her aunt’s smile bigger.

“Rose, I just don’t think that it was an appropriate moment…”

“Appropriate, mother? An appropriate moment?” Rose snapped, looking at her mother in shock. “They’re going out there, who knows what they’re going to find? These people are killers! And you’re telling me about appropriate moments?”

“Look, if you think I’ve never had to deal with killers, or lunatics, or if I don’t know the feeling of seeing the people you care about face unspeakable danger…”

Ginny was looking at her niece and her sister-in-law with worried eyes and flicked her wand at the door, casting a Silencing Charm. Some things weren’t meant for her parents’ ears.

“Oh, I know all about your quest to save the world! I’ve known it all along! You’re so amazing, aren’t you? Nothing I could ever compare to! Even the moment when you first kissed Dad in public was more important than what I just did! Well guess what? I’m tired of never living up to your expectations. Because it’s not my fault! You just set the standard so damn high, neither Hugo or myself could ever reach it!”

“Rose Ginevra Weasley, I will not have you talking to me like that!”

“Ladies, ladies, let’s not do this right now.” Ginny started but the shouting cut her right off.

“I will talk to you however I please! You drove me out of the country with your fears and insecurities! If you had just taken the time to understand what I wanted to do, instead of shutting it down from the start, maybe none of this would have happened! Do you think I enjoyed rebuilding from the ground, going away to some strange country where I didn’t know the language, the people, the food? But I had to do it! I needed to be somewhere where I could be Rose, not Hermione Weasley’s daughter!”

Silence echoed through the kitchen at these last words and Rose was now standing, looking into her mother’s eyes. Hermione had a look of pure shock on her face and was at a loss for words. She opened her mouth and closed it, then burst into tears.

Whatever Rose had expected, this was not it. The sight of her mother crying blocked out all the words she was about to say and she looked at her aunt, trying to figure out what do to. The woman shrugged slightly and looked at Hermione with sad eyes.

“Is this what you think I wanted to do?” she finally said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Turn you into me? I wanted to protect you. So many people have wasted their lives in search of that bloody stick. So many have died, so many killed. And now you’ve seen it. You’ve seen what people are capable of to get that wand. To get those horrible objects. I wanted a different life for you, a life safe from death and fear and uncertainty. I just hoped you’d see that. You think W.A.D.A. was my first choice as a career for Hugo? No, it wasn’t. But it was a safe choice, I could sleep well at night knowing no harm could come to him.”

Rose had started crying as well and she sat down on the floor and embraced her mother’s legs. Hermione started smoothing down her hair as the girl sobbed.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry. I don’t want us to fight anymore.” Rose hiccuped and Hermione smiled.

“I don’t want us to fight either, sweetheart. I love you, you know that right?”

“I love you two, Mom.”

Ginny looked at them with a smile on her face, but her face shifted as she saw a figure approaching in the distance.

“Ladies, let’s break it up. We have company.” she said and the Weasley women got up as well and turned to the window. Brent Grantham was nearing the house at a fast pace, his face grave. He was carrying a Muggle briefcase, that seemed out of place with his black wizard robes. Ginny rushed forward to open the door for him.

“Mrs. Potter, Mrs. Weasley, Miss Weasley.” he greeted in a hurry and opened the briefcase, extending some papers to Hermione. “My instructions were to report to you if anything comes up tonight.”

Hermione took the folder and opened it on the table.

“That’s fine. What did you find?”

“I tracked the house through the deeds and found it was purchased by a woman named Matilda Greene. I did some digging through the archives and found that Greene was her maiden name. She married somebody by the name of Ethelbert Smith.”

Hermione’s head snapped up at the name and her eyes went out of focus, muttering under her breath.

“Hermione… what’s going on?” Ginny asked and placed a hand on the woman’s back.

“Ethelbert Smith, I know that name. I came across it. If only I could remember where.”

“If his last name is Smith, wouldn’t he be related to Hepzibah Smith, Helga Hufflepuff’s descendant?” Rose asked, making her mother’s head snap in her direction.

“Hufflepuff, that’s it! Ethelbert Smith is Zacharias Smith’s father!” Hermione exclaimed.

“How on Earth would you know that?” Ginny asked.

“I did background research on the people we didn’t know back when we founded the D.A. You didn’t expect me to let some strangers close to Harry, with Voldemort on the loose. However, I didn’t make the connection to Hufflepuff.”

“How could you miss this, Mum?”

“Well, when I found out about the cup and Hufflepuff’s descendant, I was a bit preoccupied with not getting killed. What with us being on the run and all.” she threw an annoyed look her daughter’s way.

“Mrs. Weasley, do you happen to know the whereabouts of this Zacharias Smith you’re talking about?”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t. We haven’t had any contact with him since the Battle of Hogwarts. If he isn’t in the Ministry’s books, then he kept a low profile all this time.”

“But he’s the one who’s behind all of this!” Rose said and grabbed the papers from her mother’s hands.

“There is no way to be sure, Rose.” Ginny said. “Smith was a cocky little bastard but I hardly think he’s capable of this.”

“But this is just it. These people went to such great lenghts to abduct an Auror, to kill the exact people that would make an impact on Harry. They stole wands, they used Muggle methods of bio-engineering, then they send an address in an envelope and leave a paper trail? Look, Smith may be a common name in the Muggle world, but if you’re a pure-blood or half-blood and your name is Smith, you are related to the Smiths descending from the Hufflepuff line. There are no coincidences where magical families are involved. I’d stake my wand out on this.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, realization washed over her and she turned to Grantham, who wore the same shocked look on his face. He understood as well.

“Derek Smith is the mole. They walked into a trap.”

Harry spun around, his wand drawn and looked at the face of the newcomer. He was older than when they last saw him, back when they were fifteen years old, but there was no mistaking the sneer on his face or superior attitude.

“Zacharias Smith.”

“Took you long enough, Potter. I was starting to suspect that you wouldn’t show. I would’ve had to take more drastic actions. I’m somewhat saddened though. I would’ve loved to meet your lovely niece, Miss Rose.”

“You leave my daughter out of this!” Ron shouted and threw a curse at Smith. The latter deflected it without effort.

“Expelliarmus!” he shouted and Ron’s wand flew out of his hand, before Harry could react. Ron was then pulled across the room and Smith grabbed him from behind, holding his wand against Ron’s throat.

“Not a move, Potter! I’m not foolish enough to disarm you, but if you make a move against me, you can kiss Weasley goodbye!”

Harry made a move to try and disarm Smith, but the position of his hands made it impossible to shoot at him without hitting Ron. He slowly lowered his wand, hoping for his team to come in at any moment.

“Your team won’t be here. My nephew made sure that those who entered through the basement are indisposed at the moment. The others will get to those on the grounds. You’re trapped, Potter. So either you do as I say, or Wealsey gets it. And after I’m done with him, I’ll see to Ginevra, James Sirius, Albus Severus, Lily Luna and all the other people you call family. I will kill them off one by one and save you for last so you can witness it all.”

The fact that Smith knew the names of his children was enough to send Harry over the edge. His nephew. His nephew. In the back of his mind, he recalled the letters of recommendation that came with Derek Smith’s job application. From the most notable names in Defence of their day. Shinning recommendations that made the need to check with the Auror Training program impractical. They couldn’t have known him unless he graduated from the Academy. Penelope’s house had no signs of forced entry. Like she left on her own, accompanied by somebody she knew. Her team mate. Everybody in the Department would have taken Veritaserum. His team wasn’t asked to submit to testing, because there was no doubt about their allegiance. The team that was told Rose had come home and Scorpius was in a safe house with them. What could be safer than Grimmauld, bearing the protective enchantments of hundreds of the most powerful wizards in history, including Dumbledore?

Harry thought about Teddy and Jeremiah, trapped with Derek in the basement. And of Freddie, Dean and Simone, walking straight into a trap. If Ron wasn’t in the middle, he would’ve killed Smith. Forget magic, he would’ve strangled him with his bear hands.

“I can hear the wheels in your head turning, Potter. Putting two and two together, are we? Do tell me if there is any way I can help.”

“Yes, you can crawl back into whatever hole you came from and die,” Harry spat.

Smith’s cruel laughter scratched Harry’s ears as it echoed through the room.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you. Don’t worry, I’ll disappear. As soon as you give me what I want.”

“I will never give you what you want. I do not negotiate with criminals.” Harry said stiffly, his face betraying no emotion.

“Now very noble of you. But we’re old school mates, aren’t we? It’s not like I am a criminal. I am merely fulfilling the task I have been set.”

“Which task is that?”

“To get you to use the Elder Wand, Potter. We can’t have centuries of old magic decaying away in the old fool’s tomb, by his side. Now, I knew you’d never get it yourself, so I decided to help you.”

Smith pointed his wand at the wall and the old, shattered bookcase started sliding across, revealing a glass case, filled with dozens of wands, all placed on display, each labeled according to their owner. In the middle stood the Elder Wand.

“You can admire my collection, if you wish. Some of them were trickier than the others, but then again I’m always up for a challenge.”

Harry glanced from Ron, who was struggling to get out of Smith’s grip, to the wands on the wall. There were both the Patil wands, Luna Lovegood’s old wand, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Lupin, Severus Snape, Alastor Moody, Cho Chang, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, even Fred and George.

“You didn’t really think I joined your stupid after school club so you can teach me how to disarm, did you? I studied and made notes on all of these wands, as I overpowered each of you in practice. I knew one day it would come in handy.”

“You’re sick. What did you do, defile the corpses of Moody and Snape and take their wands?”

“Do you think I’m doing this by myself? Are you that stupid, Potter? Didn’t your old age teach you anything? The Sacred Twenty Eight, most of us at least, have been tracking the Hallows for as long as they’ve exited. Death Eaters, politicians, students, professors. We have followed the Deathly Hallows, wherever they took us. Until you decided to become noble and thought that it was in your power to stop the magical line of the oldest and most powerful wand. Are you that foolish? We couldn’t allow that.”

“This makes no sense,” Harry retorted. “I didn’t have it when you were in the D.A. there was no way for you to know I’d get it! You’re bluffing.”

“Bluffing?” Smith said incredulously and snorted. “Does it look like I’m bluffing to you?” he asked and pressed his wand harder into Ron’s skin. “I didn’t care about you! We knew Dumbledore had it! We suspected that he would be the one to face Voldemort in the end, and one way or another, the wand’s location would be known. You were his golden boy. We just tracked him through you. Malfoy made a right mess for us, when he disarmed Dumbledore but lucky for him, you got to him before us. He owes his life to you.”

“So, you want the wand? Okay, disarm me and take it!” Harry said and lifted his arms above his head.

“You wish it would be so simple. What would I do with it? Now that you’ve lost the Resurrection Stone.”

“Then what do you want? Tell me what it is. Nobody else has to die!” Harry shouted.

“Of course. I forgot I’m talking to the child who was stupid enough to try and disarm the Dark Lord. It’s simple, Potter. Join me and together we can carry on the legacy. You have the wand, it won’t work for anybody else. Nobody in known history has survived the killing curse twice. You have faced Death two times and come out on top. The wand answers best to you. Use it! Make another Stone. You are a Peverell. You can do it! Make another Stone and let us duplicate the Hallows, make the Peverell Society, your ancestors' society, powerful. Do it! Or we shall kill everybody you hold dear!”

On cue, the study door opened and some ten or twelve cloaked figures entered, pushing the Aurors, gagged and bound, onto the floor. Smith pushed Ron towards one of the newcomers and he bound Ron and placed him on the floor next to the others.

Harry looked at the faces of the members of the Society. He recognized a few, Voldemort supporters that hadn’t taken the mark, like Zabini and Goyle. Others were younger and bore resemblance to people he knew. How typical, sending children to fight their battles. In the middle of the crowd stood Derek, looking at Harry with an arrogant smirk.

“So what do you say, Potter? Are all their lives worth a Stone? Embrace your heritage!” Smith said and opened his arms.

It all happened so fast, Harry didn’t have time to react. One moment Smith was speaking to him, the next his face froze and he fell face first on the ground.

“The only thing you’ll be embracing is Azkaban, you bastard!” Rose yelled, as she emerged from under the Invisibility Cloak.

AN: And there you have it! You know who did it! I have been building towards this reveal for so long I was very nervous about posting this chapter! What did you guys think?

Only one more chapter to go after this one!

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Chapter 15: XV. The Next Adventure
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Ginny, Hermione and Grantham ran into the room and started shouting stunning spells at the Society members. It took the men members a few moments to realize what was happening and draw their wands. As they started cursing left and right, more people burst into the room. Bill, Fleur, Neville, Luna, George. The Order of the Phoenix. Some crumbled, unprepared for the attack. Others expertly avoided the curses and fired back.

The few Society members who managed to block the spells were in full combat mode. Harry ran towards Smith's stunned body, and removed his wand, releasing Ron and the others from their magical bonds. It was hell breaking loose.

Rose and Hermione were dueling, side by side, throwing stunning spells towards those advancing at them. Harry felt Ron tense up in his grip as a Killing Curse missed Rose by a few inches and the red head Auror let out a frightening yell as he ran forward, knocking the man who had fired the curse out cold with his elbow. Ron's face was pale white, glistening in sweat and bleeding from the fall he took while being held by Smith.

Ginny and Luna were cutting the bounds on the Aurors, looking over their shoulders and stunning men that were coming at them. All around the room people were fighting. Harry joined Bill and Fleur who were fighting back to back, Fleur holding on to her Stunned son-in-law with surprising force. Teddy had been caught in the cross fire between the Order and the Society and he had been Stunned. Fleur grabbed his waist and was holding him close, while Bill guarded her back. He wanted to pick the boy up himself, but his wife's shout made him think twice about it. Teddy was their child as much as Victoire, their only purpose now was to get him home safely.

Neville was making magical binds appear from the tip of his wand and restraining the stunned wizards. Once or twice George had joined him, but his idea of help was kicking the men in certain well aimed areas and muttering words that would make his mother throw a fit.

The members were outnumbered and fell easily. It was clearly visible that they had no proper duelling training and were overwhelmed by the fact that backup had come.

Grantham had alerted the Ministry and by the time the Aurors and Order members had finished restraining the people in the house, the place was swimming with workers, cataloging and taking into evidence anything they could find.

In the mass of people, Harry saw Rose staring at the glass case containing the Elder Wand. He went by her side and followed her gaze, looking at the wand that had cause so much trouble. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the long gash on her forehead and the bruises that would most likely be forming on her collarbone and shoulders.

“How did you figure it out?” he asked.

“I am Hermione Weasley’s daughter. We are highly logical.” she replied simply, making Harry smile. “So this is the Elder Wand, huh?”

“That’s the one. What do you think?”

“They could’ve gone with a more elegant pattern for the exterior design. What’s going to happen to it?”

“We’re taking it home. Then we’ll figure things out as we go along.”

A feast was waiting for the Aurors as they made their way back into the Burrow by dawn. Molly Weasley had been worried. By the looks of the place, she had not slept. Arthur was sitting with her in the kitchen, resting his arm on his walking stick and drinking a cup of tea. She greeted Harry and his team with a delighted shriek, sending the tired Aurors and her family members to wash up and eat. As usual, she fussed over Teddy, who had been revived by the Medi-Wizdards called on the scene. The man was sitting in the largest armchair, his feet propped up and a wet towel on his forehead.

Harry hugged his mother-in-law tightly and kissed her cheek. The relief he was feeling was too much to be put into words. They were all safe. Penelope had died but now there would be time to mourn her. His arm found Ginny's middle and he planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I came back to you,” he whispered in her ear.

“Lucky I thought to come and get you,” she joked and hugged him tightly.

“Lucky indeed. I love you!” Those in the room smiled and looked away as the Head Auror and his wife shared a tender kiss.

Breakfast was a jolly affair, with all of them eating, laughing and telling stories, trying not to dwell on the night’s events. When they were done, they took coffee in the sitting room. Rose however, caught Scorpius’ eye and motioned for him to join her outside.

She sat on the porch with her coffee as he sat by her.

“Rose, you’re such a reckless girl. What were you thinking?” he finally asked, looking at her with tired eyes.

“Once I knew it was a trap, I couldn’t just sit by. Brent sent a Patronus to the Ministry, Ginny took the cloak and we were off. He had the coordinates, after all. I got under the cloak because I’m the smallest. I waited for them to get in one room and sneaked in. They didn’t notice me. You know the rest. What happened to you?”

“I’m not really sure. We circled the grounds a couple of times and found no other building so we decided to head back. They came out of nowhere, knocked us out. We all came around in the study. Just in time to see you save the day.”

“You would’ve done the same for me.” Rose said softly and placed her head on his shoulder, feeling his arm circle her.

“Yes, that’s true,” he replied. “So, I suppose we’re going to have to talk now, right?”

Rose smiled and shoved him playfully.

“No, Scorpius. We don’t have to talk. Maybe we’ll just take it one day at a time.”

“What caused this sudden change of mind?” he asked jokingly.

“I got my big adventure. The one that changes everything. I learned that my Mum and Dad are human as well and can make mistakes. I learned that sometimes what you wanted was right in front of you and I learned to take a leap of faith.” she said and closed the distance between them.

His kisses were softer, more tender and she felt a new kind of intimacy, something that had nothing to do with infatuation or lust. But rather with affection. The kiss was interrupted by somebody clearing their throat.

“Rosie, Scorpius. Harry wants to see us all inside.” Ron said. Rose had to stop herself from giggling at the sight of her father’s face. She would never hear the end of it.

They found the rest of the house in the sitting room, in front of a blazing fire. Harry was holding the Elder Wand, twirling it around on his fingers. He looked up as the two entered the room.

“Rose. I wanted to ask you something.” he started and Rose could hear how tired he was from his voice.

“Anything, Harry.”

“Well, you realize of course, that even if we caught Smith tonight, there are more people out there, following the same foolish dream. We need to find them and put a stop to this Peverell Society once and for all.” Rose nodded and he continued. “So, I was wondering if you’d like to help. With the research and with tracking them down. I know that you have a life in Romania and you love what you do, but you could do it from England, and work on the Peverell case as well.”

Rose looked at her parents with wide eyes. Ron was wearing a huge grin and Hermione was smiling, looking from her husband to her daughter. She nodded, an almost imperceptible nod that was for Rose alone. She then looked at Scorpius. He too was looking at her, waiting for the answer with a tense look on his face.

“I’d love to come back! Thank you, uncle Harry!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around her uncle’s neck, hugging him tightly.

“You’re welcome, Rosie. We’re lucky to have you. Now, there’s one more thing we need to attend to before we can all go to bed.” he said and the room went silent once again. “This is the cause of all of this and it needs to be taken care of, once and for all.”

He stood, holding the Elder Wand and approached the fireplace. With one swift move, he broke it in two pieces and threw it in the flames. It cracked and smoked white, then the flames engulfed it and the Deathstick was no more.

He turned to face the shocked room, looking from Ron and Hermione, the two people he had shared the best and worst of his life with, to their daughter, to his wife and his family, to his friends.

“I should’ve done that thirty years ago.”

The End.

AN: And there you have it! I would like to take this moment and thank the people that have stood by me while I was writing this, offering me constructive criticism, poking me to update and just being overall awesome! So, in no particular order, I'd like to thank: Jchrissy, CambAngst, Debra20, ohmymerlin, ValWitch21, TrueAuthor! Thank you all so much for sticking by me and this story! And a big thank you to all those who took their time to read and leave a review!

But, the story is not over yet. Coming this summer, keep an eye out for "The Peverell Society", the sequel to "The Mysterious Case of the Twin Wands"! This time around, the hunted become the hunters!

Thank you!