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Time, Truth, and Sacrifice 13

"Oh Merlin!" Severus hissed through his clenched teeth as pain rush through his body again.

Snape felt like a fool for continuing with his pregnancy, but more importantly, the suffering wizard wondered where his healer was. If the simpleton didn't arrive soon, Severus would commit murder. Frustrated and in pain, Severus snapped at his companion, "Will you stop that!"

Standing beside the bed pacing was Harry Potter. The auror could barely keep his eyes off of Severus, and when he did move, it was to scowl at the door.

"What is taking the healer so long?" Harry grumbled, seeing Severus grimace again in pain. Two hours ago, the potions master had gone into labor and the pain only increased. Harry left Severus's side only once to contact the Malfoys and Hogwarts. Currently, he was doing his best to comfort the laboring professor and remain calm himself.

Quite frankly, both wizards were at the point of hexing the hospital staff.

Severus grimaced as both his hands clutched his pregnant stomach. Harry rushed to his side. "What is it?"

The older man shook his head and clenched his teeth. "Someone isn't very pleased about this wait."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "That's it. I'm going to track someone down."

A healer burst through the door not a moment later. Unfortunately, it was the same incompetent that assisted Blaise's delivery.

"Where the bloody hell were you?" snapped the auror. The healer actually yelped and took a step back as Potter tore into him. "He's in labor and you off and disappear while he's sitting here in pain! Why aren't you doing your damn job?"

"I-I'm very sorry, Mr. Potter! There was a small situation down the hallway and-,"

"I don't want to hear whatever ridiculous excuse you have. Get this brat out of me," growled Severus as another contraction struck him. Harry took his left hand, trying to offer comfort while glaring at the healer.

"Do something. Right. Now."

The healer nodded furiously before calling a couple mediwitches into the room. "Now, Professor Snape, I understand that you've chosen a cesarean?"

Severus nodded. The healer continued, "Are you certain that you would not be interested in the natural birthing? Studies show that it may be more beneficial to the fetus as well as-,"

"Shut up! I have already decided what I want to do. Now, if you are quite done trying to get off on my pain," Harry choked at Severus's words, "then do us all a favor and help me!" Groaning, Severus leaned back heavily on the pillows piled up behind him.

The healer actually smiled. "Very well. Let's get you prepped for surgery, Professor."

The mediwitches efficiently gathered materials for the surgery. The potions master could see the healer hand a wide eyed Potter some clothes.

The mediwitch, seeing his curiosity, smiled. "Something for him to wear in surgery. I doubt he'll want to miss the birth."

Severus didn't like the sound of that. "You cannot honestly believe-,"

The five occupying the room started when they heard a scream down the hallway. Moments later the door of the room was thrown open and a figure clad in a dark robe entered, tossing in a dead healer before him.

"Hello, Severus," whispered a painfully familiar voice.

"N-no!" The potions master's flushed face suddenly went totally white. A cry of pain from contractions escaped from him. Snape tried rising from the bed only for the pain to keep him there.

As Harry raised his wand, the robed figure quickly cut down the mediwitch standing beside the healer. "Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!" yelled Harry as the healer and the remaining mediwitch rushed to Severus's aid.

The man jumped out of the way of Harry's curse and aimed for the healer. "Crucio!" The healer dropped Severus's arm and fell to the ground screaming his throat bloody. The mediwitch cried out in fear but managed to get Severus to his feet as Harry and the killer, Snape's stalker, battled it out.

Unfortunately for the woman, one of the curses the two duelers were throwing went wild, and she quickly dashed in front of it so that Severus wasn't hit. The force of the disarming curse threw the woman into the wall. A large streak of blood was left on the wall as she slumped to the floor.

Severus leaned heavily against the wall and closed his eyes tightly as the pain inside him worsened. He gasped for air as he struggled toward the door of the room.

"NO!"

Severus's head snapped to the side just as the green light of the killing curse absorbed the downed figure of Harry Potter. The younger wizard had an angry defeated look on his face just as the curse struck. Moments later, the auror's body fell limply to the floor, his green eyes dimmed.

Severus stared at the body in shock. What he saw was impossible.

The robed figure laughed victoriously and walked toward the terrified potions master just as the pregnant man dropped painfully to his knees.

"No!" shouted Severus. The wizard could feel something inside him go wrong. The baby wasn't moving.

"NO!" Screamed Severus as he sat up in his bed covered with sweat and breathing fiercely. His body was shaking all over as the door burst open, startling the frightened potions master even more.

"Severus!" An alive and breathing Harry stood in the doorway. He hurried to the bed to sit beside the trembling professor. "Are you alright? Did you have another nightmare?"

Getting his breathing under control, he said, "I'm fine."

"So it was a nightmare?" Potter ignored the glare tossed his way. Severus sighed and nodded. "Do you want to tell me what it was about?".

The older wizard shook his head, not wanting to discuss the terror he experienced in his dream, and how likely it was that the nightmare rose to reality.

Ron entered the conference room lacking any enthusiasm. It was a long night for the auror.

The red haired auror mentioned Neville during the lunch with Hermione and Luna, who was close friends with the pureblood. He was surprised and displeased that Hawthorn hadn't told her himself.

After learning of Neville's death, Luna was inconsolable. Hermione immediately took the mourning girl to her flat afterwards. Ron was thankful that neither woman asked what the circumstances behind the Neville's death were. He didn't know what he was going to tell Luna.

Wickham looked up at him as he entered the room. "You look terrible. What happened to you?" Then he smirked. "Hangover?"

Ron shook his head as he dropped heavily into the seat beside Chase at the table. "No, unfortunately. Longbottom's friend, Luna Lovegood, turned up with my friend Hermione yesterday. She'd come to visit Neville."

Chase's eyes widened. "Longbottom? What did you tell her?"

Ron grimaced. "I explained to Luna that Neville's nursery had burned to the ground in some freak accident. I told her that he hadn't made it out."

"Good explanation. No real details." He frowned. "Maybe you should question her?"

"What? Why?"

"Ron, if she and Longbottom were close friends, she may have additional information on what had gone on. Maybe even why the dark mark was found over the nursery," Wickham responded with a shrug.

Ron nodded. He hadn't thought of it earlier, but he was glad he hadn't. Luna was too distraught for an interview. Ron would speak to her when she was calmer.

"So, anything interesting so far?" asked Ron.

Wickham grimaced. "You are a lucky man, Ron Weasley, to arrive so late."

Dillingham stared at him. "This is a joke, yes?"

Frowning, Shacklebolt said, "Why would you think I'm joking? I'm perfectly serious."

The Frenchman shook his head. "No. You cannot be serious. There is no way Potter will leave Professor Snape's side. After the mess at Diagon Alley, you think Potter will go anywhere else?"

"He would if I ordered him to."

Dillingham raised an eyebrow and wondered where this nonsense came from. Earlier, Kingsley had stormed in and not said a word to him, Tonks, or Wickham. The auror had taken his seat and glared silently at the table. Dillingham hadn't the slightest clue what the man's problem was or why he was trying to take it out on Potter.

"Very well. Apparently you are serious." Shacklebolt nodded. "What is the justification for removing Potter as Snape's bodyguard? Despite disquieting events, he's done his absolute best."

"You mean despite the fact that the victim we're trying to protect got ripped out his arms and kidnapped?"

Xavier's eyes turned glacial. "You know what the circumstances were in that situation." He growled, pointing at Shacklebolt. "Potter was surprised, attacked and poisoned. We both know that poison would have left us unconscious in minutes, yet Potter held on long enough to save Snape and ensure his safety. In my personal belief, he's done better than any of us could have."

Shacklebolt seethed silently. He knew Dillingham was right, but it didn't settle his confused feelings.

Rather disgusted at Kingsley's behavior, Dillingham asked, "Again, what grounds could you possibly have for removing Potter as Professor Snape's guard?"

Shacklebolt picked up the paper that was lying before a silently amused Wickham. He tossed it in Dillingham's direction. Xavier failed to stifle an amused smirk at the headline.

"More on Boy Who Lived's Pending Fatherhood. A photograph and information gathered from St. Mungo's and discreet inquiries at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry further prove that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is the father of Professor Severus Snape's unborn child."

Tonks, who owned the paper, giggled as Xavier read the headline and lead aloud. "Poor Harry. I'd hate to be him when Professor Snape reads that paper."

"You and me both!" laughed Wickham. "They keep talking about how Professor Snape never mentioned who the father was. One of the students heard Snape and the school mediwitch talk about about the father and secrecy. Likely Snape trying to talk her out of mentioning the attack. The paper even interviewed people who saw them at the hospital."

Dillingham blinked in surprise as he observed Kingsley's vexed demeanor. He wondered if the article was fully responsible for his odd behavior.

"Didn't Potter alert you of what happened to Severus' owl?" asked Shacklebolt.

Feeling another migraine coming on, Dillingham only nodded in response.

"The relationship that our killer sees between Snape and Potter puts them both in jeopardy. I honestly believe that he's becoming more and more dangerous to Snape."

Tonks responded, "I don't think it's possible for him to be any more dangerous to the professor than he is now."

"I am of the same opinion, Shacklebolt," said Wickham. "Also, I doubt the identity of the professor's guard would change our murderer's behavior. This man is beyond obsessed with the professor and his child."

Kingsley glared. "There is also the fact that we still can't position Potter the night of Severus's attack."

Dillingham took a long, dee breath. He didn't like this. Not at all. He had enough drama to deal with after the Ministers of Magic in France and Britain learned about the Dark Mark over Longbottom's nursery. He did not need this foolishness from his counterpart. "You didn't seem to have a problem with that before. You also checked it out with Professor Snape whether or not he felt safe with Potter."

"THAT was before THIS," he snapped, pointing at the newspaper, "happened. He could start harming those important to Snape. We could stop that from happening."

The other three aurors exchanged looks. They knew something was wrong because there was no reason for Shacklebolt to be this out of character. The auror also was not one to grasp at straws in a discussion like this. Dillingham was tempted to check the wizard for curses or potions.

"Not only this, but I believe that Weasley said Potter was getting too emotionally involved with Snape and the situation."

Wickham snorted. "All of us are getting emotionally involved with the situation. We have since we found the first victim!"

"That's not what I meant! Getting involved with someone you're protecting could cause you to make a mistake."

"It could also make you that much more determined to protect them. Shacklebolt, I am not pleased with how close Potter is to Professor Snape, but it was inevitable. Professor Snape is quite vulnerable right now, so it's completely understandable that a relationship would start between them." Seeing Shacklebolt tense, Dillingham decided that he was done with this farce.

"What is your problem, Shacklebolt?" Dillingham growled. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were jealous of Potter!"

"That's ridiculous! I am not-,"

"Apparently, you are or we wouldn't be having this conversation. Your former lover has someone else interested, and this is your reaction. I will not let your stupidity put Snape in danger. Potter is the best one for the damn job!" shouted Dillingham, who continued to speak loudly over Shacklebolt's protests.

"You and Professor Snape!" Tonks squeaked. Wickham wondered how this was going to end.

Shacklebolt frowned. "I am not jealous. I'm concerned for Severus's safety!"

He was sincerely concerned for Severus despite the angry tightening in his chest when he saw the picture in the Daily Prophet. Kingsley remembered holding Severus after a difficult meeting with Voldemort, but the potions master had never opened himself enough to look as exposed as he did when Potter was standing there, so closely, holding the older wizard's hands securely in his own. The picture was too intimate to be innocent.

Dillingham stared at him. "This conversation is over. Potter will not be removed from duty until you provide a truly justifiable reason and not the whines of a jealous lover. Now if you will excuse me." Without another word, the auror walked out.

Furious, Shacklebolt left seconds later, seething at what had happened. Tonks rushed out after him.

"Shacklebolt and Snape?" asked Ron dazed and confused at what Wickham recount. The French auror nodded.

"Wow." Ron sat down. "You're right though. I'm glad I wasn't here." Ron knew he would have gone immediately to Harry's defense. As it was, he wasn't the least bit pleased with Auror Shacklebolt.

The room was quiet for a few minutes until Marie hurried into the room. "Weasley! Someone wants to speak with you immediately."

Ron frowned but stood. "Who is it?"

"She wouldn't say, but she said that it was important. She needed to know if the 'bastard' had really done it."

"Done what?" asked Wickham.

"Killed Mr. Longbottom."

Dumbledore nodded to both men as they exited the cottage. "The extra wards and Fidelus are now in place. All you will see is a nice little meadow."

Harry smiled at Dumbledore in appreciation while Severus continued to linger by the door of the cottage. "Thanks. This should make things a lot easier." The auror turned to the pregnant wizard. "It's alright to come out, you know?"

Severus glowered at the younger man. "Potter, do us all a favor and practice the ancient form of silence."

Harry grinned while Albus laughed. Severus, however, did step slowly away from the door and towards them. Sobering, Harry looked at the small wooden box in Severus's hands. "Where?"

The Hogwarts Professor looked around. "Near the garden would probably be the best place." Albus and Harry nodded and both men escorted Severus to that area of the garden.

Harry picked up the shovel leaning against the outer wall of the house as Severus walked in a small patch of grass trying to find a good spot. When he finally paused, he motioned Harry closer. "Here will be fine."

Nodding, Harry spelled a small narrow hole in the ground that would be wide and long enough for the box in Severus's hands to fit into. Albus transfigured a rock nearby into a rather small tombstone. Severus snorted when he saw it, but Dumbledore knew that his young friend appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

Finally, the three men stood above the small empty grave. Harry coughed. "Um…should we say a few words?"

"Potter, your idiocy knows no bounds." Shaking his head, Severus levitated the box from his hands to the open hole. He'd have done it himself if not for the large bump over his abdomen.

Looking the grave, Severus said, "If that bastard done it, all that bacon would have."

Ignoring Dumbledore's soft chuckle and the old man's muttered, "Rest in Peace, Prometheus," Harry covered the little grave with dirt. "Thanks for the memories, Prometheus."

Albus sighed. "He was such an good little bird."

"Even when he dropped your bag of lemon drops into the lake?" asked Severus slyly.

Harry coughed to cover his laugh at Severus's statement and the look on Dumbledore's face.

"Ah! Well, perhaps not all the time." Albus looked at Severus. "But while thinking of good times, might I remind you that your baby shower is next week?"

Severus clenched his teeth and glowered at Albus. Harry hid a laugh from the side. "You still insist on me doing this…ridiculous adventure?"

"Oh come now, Severus. Just a few of your colleagues will be over and that is all. And I am quite sure Ms. Malfoy will enjoy handling things along with Minerva."

Harry and Severus stared at him. The idea of the two very different women working together was rather disturbing. "Professor, are you sure about that? Are they really safe working together?"

Albus smiled, his eyes twinkling brightly at them. "Of course! You worry too much, Harry. I assure you that everything will be fine."

Rollin sat down at his desk as he took out the autopsy report that Marie had just left him. "Alright, Longbottom. What did you leave us with?"

It was indeed Neville Longbottom's body that had been found as it had been compared with his sample from St. Mungo's.

"Good news so far. If you can call it that."

What caused Rollin to frown was what he'd found out about Longbottom's pregnancy. From what was determined, Longbottom had indeed been pregnant around over a year ago. Remnants, scars really, of a well known potion had been found in Longbottom's body. It told the examiners everything they needed to know. Longbottom's pregnancy was eliminated by a deliberate abortion.

"This makes it even more confusing. Why would a pureblood risk his bloodline in such a way?" Purebloods didn't believe in abortion. They always believed in strengthening the family line. Hospital files still hadn't been found, but the Ministry report was in plain black and white. The abortion hadn't been an accident.

Rollin leaned in his chair and bit his lip in thought. The auror stared at the ceiling. "So what does this mean for the rest of us?" He needed to talk to the team. They needed to interrogate Hawthorn immediately. This didn't look very good for the man. In fact, it looked terrible.

He looked up when someone knocked at his door. "Enter."

Dillingham walked in. Rollin smiled. "You look a great deal better than earlier."

"I feel much better. I may still kill Shacklebolt though. You on the other hand don't look well. I thought you were feeling better?" asked Xavier with concern. Christian had been suffering from a little nausea on and off during the day.

"I am better, or I was until I read this." He handed the file to Dillingham.

The older man frowned. "This isn't good. Hawthorn told Shacklebolt that they had thought Longbottom was pregnant, but it had came up negative. So either he's lying, or Longbottom lied to him."

"I'm not sure if it was Longbottom or Hawthorn. Longbottom did lie about his second pregnancy as there are no signs of pregnancy. Xavier, there is something else. I think that's pretty important too."

"Yes?"

"Longbottom's body had been found mutilated. It's too similar to our victims to ignore."

"But Longbottom isn't a victim." His face darkened. "At least not to our knowledge. There are only thirteen victims. And all the victims had serious injuries, so they needed medical attention. Even Professor Snape wasn't able to fully heal himself."

Minerva kept a sharp eye out on Albus as the headmaster walked with a bounce in his step through the baby store. The three of them, Filius had happily come along, were searching for gifts or ideas for Severus's baby shower.

While Albus was rushing eagerly into the clothes, Filius had rushed head first into baby toys. Literally. The diminutive charms professor could be glimpsed every once swimming through a huge pile of toys that went well up to the ceiling.

Amused, Minerva hoped he didn't get lost. It would take forever to get him out.

The Deputy Headmistress herself looked around a little lost, not at all sure what she would get her pregnant colleague. Transfiguring a pet for the baby would likely get her hexed. Sighing, Minerva wondered if she could offer babysitting duties.

Glancing at Albus, who now held a bright purple baby gown, Minerva turned back to see her former student Vincent Crabbe of all people walking swiftly through the store. She wasn't even aware the boy was married, much less with a child.

Minerva shook her head. A witch or wizard didn't have to be married to have a child nowadays.

She was surprised to learn of Severus's pregnancy. When pressured about the child's father, the potions master became tight lipped about the entire matter. Albus pretended to know in order to get the staff to leave Severus in peace, but Minerva knew the headmaster was as clueless as the rest of them. Or at least he used to be. Dumbledore was awfully smug looking lately. Even for him.

The witch wondered if the stories in the Daily Prophet were true. McGonagal had a difficult time believing that Severus and Harry could get along, much less have a relationship and a baby. But the picture in the newspaper ignited fires of gossip everywhere, especially Hogwarts.

Teachers and students were going mad speculating the truth of the paper's allegations. Minerva found that she had a hard time arguing against it anymore. The rumors and the picture had her second-guessing herself.

Again, Minerva watched Crabbe grab something from a shelf and rush to the register. She could see how he scanned his the store in something of a panic. Minerva dropped her eyes and gently turned her head away to the side when he looked in her direction.

It wasn't a moment later that Crabbe had his purchase and was out the door.

McGonagal hummed softly. "How very strange."

"What is, my dear?" asked Albus as he raised a simple blue baby nightgown in his hands.

Minerva smiled. "That's what you're getting? It is very nice, but I thought you didn't know the baby's sex."

Dumbledore brightened. "Actually, I was thinking about just changing the color and buying them. Perhaps in a deep red and gold. Maybe purple."

"Albus, Severus will have your head if you dress his child in Gryffindor colors." Minerva had to wonder at the secretive little smile and the twinkling eyes Dumbledore gave her.

"No matter. Now what was it you said? Something strange?"

She nodded. "Oh yes. I saw Vincent Crabbe a moment ago, and the young man appeared to be in quite a hurry." Minerva's brow furrowed as she saw a deep frown cross Albus's face.

"Crabbe? Did you say?" asked Dumbledore seriously.

Minerva nodded. "Yes. He bought something and was looking about rather nervously."

"Ah. Minerva, I believe we should hurry. I suddenly have a very important owl to send."

Luna cried softly as Ron sat in front of her on Hermione's sofa. "I'm so sorry to drag you from work, Ron, but I had to be absolutely sure. I just," She paused to wipe tears from her face. "I just had to know if he had anything to do with it."

He smiled reassuringly. "Calm down, Luna. I'm sure everything will be fine." Seeing her nod, he said, "Now, tell me why you think Hawthorn would hurt Neville. From what I've heard, they were in love with each other. Why would Hawthorn want to hurt him?"

Luna snorted rather indignantly, surprising Ron. "Love him? If you call that love..." She closed her eyes and sighed. "Poor Neville. Falling for that Umgubular Slashkilter!"

Hermione entered the room with tea for everyone as Ron organized his thoughts. "You don't appear to like Hawthorn very much Luna. Can you tell me why?"

She dropped her eyes and blushed. "Well, I suppose you could say I was rather jealous."

"Of Hawthorn?" asked Hermione with understanding. The muggleborn witch always thought Luna felt something for Neville.

Luna nodded positively. "Yes. We were good friends, but I always hoped for more. Unfortunately, about two years ago, Neville met Horace and fell head over heels in love with him."

She laughed sorrowfully. "I was sad about it. Depressed really, but you should have seen Neville. He was practically floating on air after meeting Hawthorn. I couldn't be angry when they made each other so happy.

"They were rather good for each other, from what most people could see. Hawthorn was so gentle and caring with Neville. They often dabbled into each other's interests. Hawthorn got more interested with herbology, and Neville found interest in his wines."

"But you don't think the relationship was good?" asked Ron.

"No. I don't think it was," said Luna with a frown. "Hawthorn wasn't always kind to Neville."

"You think he was abusive?"

"I think he may have been. I'm not quite sure. Something about their relationship wasn't quite right. Every time they argued, Neville took the blame no matter whose fault it was. You won't believe how many times we would talk and he would sob brokenhearted over something Horace said to him."

"Like what? Was he physically abusive to Neville?" asked Hermione. She didn't know fully what was going on but she had every intention of dragging it out of Ron Weasley later.

"No. It was more verbally abusive than anything. He'd either embarrass Neville or criticize him and his decisions. Sometimes, he'd be purposely cruel to Neville. He even did it in front of me once."

"What did he say?" asked Ron with a dark look in his eyes.

Luna and Neville laughed at the herbologist's joke as they walked through the nursery and past the many rows of plants and herbs. The two friends had spent most of the day together, laughing and joking. It would be a few days before they could get together again, especially with Luna leaving to do some work for her father in Russia. Blibbering Humdingers waited for no one.

"Neville? Baby, you in here?" called a distinctly American voice from the front of the nursery.

Luna smiled sincerely as Neville's face lit up. "Horace! We're back here."

A charming laugh could be heard coming their way. "Keep talking so that I don't get lost, love. I thought I heard someone with you?"

"Just Luna and I."

She nodded, even though Hawthorn couldn't see her. "Yes. We thought we'd have some fun before I leave."

A moment later, Hawthorn turned around the corner and headed toward them. Luna tried not to laugh as Neville rushed over and threw his arms around the man. Hawthorn hugged him tightly and kissed him on the lips.

Neville pulled away. "I thought you were suppose to be in the States?"

"I am. I can only stop here for a couple days before heading back to California. I needed to stop and visit Daniel."

Luna watched Neville visibly deflate. "Oh. I didn't know."

"I didn't think it important enough to share with you."

It probably was not meant to sound callous, but it did. Neville's face fell just that much more. "Alright." He smiled again. "I am happy that you're here."

"So am I. How are you doing, Luna?" Horace asked the woman.

"Oh, I'm quite well. I am excited since dad is sending me on the hunt."

Hawthorn looked curious. "For what?"

"Now that would be telling now, wouldn't it?" she replied.

The man laughed and nodded. "You're a hoot, Luna, but I guess you're right." He turned back to Neville and bumped noses playfully with the wizard. Neville laughed.

Luna sighed, almost sadly. "You two are a very sweet couple."

"I love him to death." Horace pecked Neville on his cheek. "Even if EVERYTHING isn't up to par," he said with a chuckle, lightly grabbing Neville's bottom.

Luna smiled weakly but could see how embarrassed Neville was. Talking, even with some subtlety, about how bad your sex life was had to be humiliating.

Not seeing the discomfort he'd caused, or perhaps just ignoring it, Hawthorn continued to chuckle.

Ron grimaced as Hermione's eyes darkened with anger.

"I could be reading too much into it. Hawthorn isn't the most tactful man, you know, but there were so many other things. People didn't see it, but he wasn't as good to Neville as he should have been. Especially the situation with the baby. Neville was heartbroken."

"What happened with the baby, Luna? I heard it was a false alarm."

"No. The baby was aborted." She stared down at her wringing hands. "Neville was heartbroken because he really didn't have any say in it."

Hermione frowned. "How can Neville not have any say in it?"

"I know, Hermione! It was his baby, too! But Neville told me that Horace was so adamant about it. That it wasn't time for them to start a family. He told me Horace regretted it later, but I'm not so sure. He wasn't very kind when it came to Neville's family or his personal attributes. Neville had never been his 'type' of lover. He didn't have what Horace thought were prominent skills. Actually, more than once, Neville and I wondered if he was having an affair."

"Did Neville tell you his suspicions?"

"Yes. He told me about Daniel. He and Hawthorn are childhood friends. He lives in Great Britain now and used to work at Hawthorn's vineyard in the States. Neville thought they were seeing each other. Then, he said he thought he was seeing someone in France too."

Ron frowned. "What would Hawthorn be doing in France?" asked the auror as a chill ran down his spine.

"You don't know? I thought you were researching him. Hawthorn has a small vineyard in France. He visits there often because it's a growing business like the one here in Britain."

Ron nodded for her to go on, but Hermione could see that he was deeply disturbed by what he'd heard.

"It was after the abortion that Neville and Hawthorn's relationship got better, or at least that's what Neville believed. Neville never told me the details, but that he started working with Horace more at the vineyards. He often followed Horace around Britain and France."

Ron bit his lip. "Luna, why do you think Hawthorn had anything to do with Neville's death?"

"That's the reason I came home. Neville said that Hawthorn had gotten involved with a new business partner this past year. They were making plans with the new wine Neville helped make. Neville started questioning Horace about his new partner because their dealings seemed rather shady. It's his wine, you know. Neville deserved that information. He called a few days ago to tell me that Horace had taken the whole thing very violently. He sounded so frightened. That's why I came home early from my last assignment. I couldn't stop worrying about him, especially when I couldn't find him to talk."

Thinking about what he knew about the wine, Ron was getting more and more concerned. What did Neville get himself into? "Was anyone else involved in the business? Do you remember any other names?"

Luna frowned and picked up her cooling cup of tea. "I-I think that Neville mentioned someone, but I can't remember who. Probably that potions master that Neville was working with one the wine."

"Professor Snape?" Hermione blinked in surprise when Ron glared at her.

"Oh no! Not Professor Snape. No, he's a Russian master. I don't know his name though."

Ron was relieved because had it been Snape, that would have been another big problem.

"So did he? Did he have anything to do with Neville's death?" asked Luna insistently.

Ron shook his head. "I would like to tell you everything, Luna, but I can't. However, I'm gonna look into some things. If Hawthorn is involved, then we'll catch him."

Hermione sat next to the girl who nodded sadly. "Thanks, Ron."

"No problem. I'll see you guys later. Right now, I need to head back." Ron stood and walked over to the fireplace, but before he grabbed the floo powder, he turned to Luna one more time. "Luna, is there anything else you know about Hawthorn?"

She frowned. "There was something odd. Neville and Hawthorn were really insistent on staring a family. It happened so suddenly."

Hermione tensed as Ron suddenly froze. "Ron?"

"Luna, do you know this Daniel's last name?" he asked urgently but didn't look at the woman.

"Pickens? Why-Ron!" cried Luna as the auror used the floo powder and hurried into the floo.

Tonks squirmed as she sat before a sniffling Mrs. Longbottom. The older woman had finally calmed down after Tonks asked to speak about her deceased grandson. The old witch had screamed, howled, and sobbed over the loss of her 'dear dear Neville.'

Personally, Tonks wondered if Longbottom had committed suicide and tried to hide the truth. With his grandmother being the way she was, the auror wouldn't be surprised.

"Please, Mrs. Longbottom. It would help greatly if you could tell me what happened the day of the nursery fire." She didn't dare say Longbottom's death. The old battleaxe would start wailing again, and Tonks didn't have time for it. Ron, for some reason, declared an emergency meeting later that day.

Mrs. Longbottom gently patted her eyes dry. "Forgive me. It's just hard to realize that all of this is true."

Tonks nodded. "I do understand, ma'am." She brushed back her long solid black hair. "Now can we discuss what happened that day?"

"Yes. Neville, such a dear young man, always goes to his nursery early. He's always very meticulous in checking his inventory, don't you know? Very serious about his work." She sniffled. "He should have been an auror like his father. None of this would have ever happened had he listened to me!"

Tonks quickly encouraged Mrs. Longbottom to continue before the woman started crying harder.

"He makes deliveries in the early morning to his customers. Most are apothecaries." She paused in thought. "He had a special delivery to Russia. It was rather early, but Neville was rushing about saying that it was an emergency delivery."

Tonks made a mental note of that and motioned for Longbottom to continue. "What happened next?"

"Neville returned home after the deliveries had been sent off. He was rather excited. After all, Hawthorn," she spat his name out with a thick venom, "was visiting."

Tonks looked at her curiously. "Mrs. Longbottom, it appears as if you don't like Mr. Hawthorn very much."

The old woman's face darkened with rage. "Of course, I don't! I HATE him!" She sobbed into her handkerchief. "That man's the reason my dear Neville's dead. It's all his fault!"

Awkwardly placing a hand on Mrs. Longbottom's shoulder, Tonks said, "Mrs. Longbottom what makes you say something like that?" It was a rather serious accusation, especially since the case of Longbottom's case was so closely connected to the serial killings.

"Because he got my poor Neville involved in all that... that..."

"Mrs. Longbottom, please! Calm down and tell me what happened."

Wiping stray tears, the older witch went on. "He was never the type of man Neville was attracted to. Although the silly child should have stuck with women, he always liked quieter men quite like himself. A couple of good young men had a chance with Neville, and he was certainly interested. As a matter of fact, he had quite a crush on someone. Those were the men that Neville needed. An equal relationship like Frank and Alice had. Then that Hawthorn swept into his life!

"I actually thought he would be good for Neville. He was a charming man, vivacious and outgoing. Neville was still a rather quiet, shy boy, nothing like Frank, his father. My boy was a strong man, but still I thought they would be good for each and I gave them a bit of a push."

Tonks wondered just what kind of push but decided that silence was best at the moment.

"Everything went well at first. I was so happy with him. He was always trying to encourage Neville to do better. I appreciated his honesty. We both often told Neville of things he could do better. We encouraged him to try new things! I thought he was such a wonderful influence!

"But I was so wrong! Everything fell apart after the baby! He was a terrible bastard! Neville was such a sensitive child. He always was even after the war had toughened him up." Longbottom started to sob again. "My family would have had a chance of surviving if it hadn't been for that man! Forcing my Neville to go through such a horrible situation. What true pureblood would ever do such a thing? I know what losing a child is like but my grandson shouldn't have had to go through that!"

Tonks instantly remembered the autopsy report. "What do you mean? We heard about the pregnancy but not about what happened to the child."

"It was aborted. That bastard Hawthorn forced my Neville to see things HIS way, and they aborted a strong baby Longbottom! The little one could have been my family's last hope, but it's all gone now!" She blew her nose loudly into the wet handkerchief. Tonks grimaced.

"I see. Mrs. Longbottom, what else happened that day?"

"Well, after HE arrived, they went upstairs for a while." The old woman had a disgusted look on her face. "A floo call to Hawthorn came through so I went upstairs to fetch him. That man had been up there with my grandchild for far too long as far as I was concerned! I believe Neville left for the nursery before he went to answer his call." She quieted. "I didn't have a chance to say goodbye."

Tonks was surprised to see a look of anger, disgust, and fear cross Mrs. Longbottom's face.

"I heard a bit of Hawthorn's conversation. I intended to speak to Neville the minute he came home. That Hawthorn... He was talking about Death Eaters." Her face darkened. "I always suspected that that boy was connected to them! Even without a mark branding him!"

"Who?" asked Tonks urgently, not liking the feeling she was getting from any of this.

"Gregory Goyle! He and Hawthorn were talking about wines, but I distinctly heard Hawthorn and Goyle talking about the Death Eaters as well. Something about a ritual and loyalties."

Tonks coughed to clear her throat. "What happened next?"

"I don't know. I left immediately so that he wouldn't know I had been there. He found me not long afterward. I asked him to stay and keep me company. I wanted to keep an eye on that scoundrel until Neville returned." She brushed away a few new tears. "The next thing I knew, we were told that my Neville had died in a fire."

Ideas were running swiftly through Tonks' mind as she quickly thanked Mrs. Longbottom for her time before leaving.

Mrs. Longbottom had never been told all the particulars of her grandson's death. Ministry officials were commanded to keep the affair totally silent from the public. Mrs. Longbottom had never heard a word about the Dark Mark over her grandson's burning nursery. Tonks speculated the relationship between Hawthorn and Goyle. She wondered how Hawthorn even knew Goyle and if the vineyards had something to do with it.

Tonks suddenly remembered the ritual Longbottom heard the two wizards talking about.

"What in Merlin's name? I know exactly what I'm doing!" snapped McGonagal as she waved around the ugly hat with brightly colored ribbons sitting on it and flying everywhere.

Narcissa replied coolly, "For someone who claims to know Severus so well, you don't know one thing about his tastes! Do you think he'll enjoy some bright colored party?" Even Narcissa's baby shower for Draco had been more tasteful and she'd sworn up and down she was having a girl. "I do understand your difficulties, however. After all, growing up in Gryffindor and wearing courtesan colors for so long-,"

"WHAT!"

Really, Harry thought, Narcissa wouldn't be so rude had McGonagal not mentioned the appropriateness of Severus's pregnancy. Who knew his old Head of House was so nosy?

The auror rubbed his forehead as he cautiously made his way past the library to his bedroom. There was no way he was stupid enough to remain in a room with two angry women.

Narcissa Malfoy and Minerva McGonagal were having an all out battle over Snape's baby shower. While Minerva wanted to go with the fun and traditional, Narcissa planned decor and events that wouldn't make Severus curse everyone in the room. That type of stress wasn't good for the baby.

Severus had known better. He warned Albus of the foolishness in letting the ladies collaborate with each other. The potions master also told Harry that leaving the general vicinity was a good idea. Harry hadn't listened, wanting to trust the Headmaster.

After years of knowing the old wizard, Harry really should have known better. Dumbledore seemed to adore conflict. The auror made his way into his room, closing the wood door behind him. Sighing wearily at his headache, Harry walked through the room to collapse on the bed.

Removing his glasses and closing his eyes, he kept his frames in his right hand as he slowly relaxed into the mattress. So much had happened in just the last few days that Harry was struggling to remember which way was up.

First, Neville was more than likely killed by vengeful Death Eaters. Then, Ron and his damn information from his brother that made Harry start a horrendous fight with Severus, who wasn't at the best of health, mentally or physically. Then, that bastard sent Severus that picture!

Harry also couldn't forget Blaise's labor, or Severus's confession at the hospital. The Boy Who Lived smiled softly as his mind brought up the picture of Severus with little Lucien in his arms.

He even remembered the mad rumors he knew had to be running rampant thanks to the Daily Prophet concerning the paternity of Severus's baby. Harry groaned as he thought about that picture blown up on the front page of the newspaper as well as the repercussions of it all. He was waiting for Hermione's demanding call at any moment.

The auror's face unconsciously darkened as he remembered the screaming mad man screaming the filth at him in response to the newspaper article. And poor Prometheus had been killed to punish Severus. Harry didn't have any problem killing the monster hurting Snape. Not after everything he'd done to the potions master.

Groaning, Harry remembered that Shacklebolt was coming any moment to give Harry an update on the case. The exhausted auror groaned at the thought of moving from his comfortable spot. Even Severus was taking a nap, though that was because he was the only sane one in the cottage.

Harry did manage to get some rest for a short while. He tensed when someone knocked on his bedroom door. "Yes?"

"It's Shacklebolt."

Frowning at the older auror's tone of voice, Harry forced himself from the bed and, donning his glasses, opened the door for Kingsley. Instantly, he could see that the auror was not pleased about something.

"What is it? What happened?" He motioned Shacklebolt inside to sit at one of the two chairs in the room in the corner of his bedroom.

Kingsley frowned but decided to discuss on the main priorities of the case first. "We found out more information involving Longbottom's murder."

Harry winced at the reminder of Neville's death but nodded for him to continue.

"We had two autopsy's done on Longbottom. The first showed inconsistencies and was inconclusive. Rollin ordered a second autopsy report. This time, we discovered that Longbottom was pregnant over a year ago but aborted."

Harry was a little surprised by this. He'd heard Ron and Hermione viciously argue over abortion in the Wizarding World. From what Harry learned, pureblood families were vehemently against abortion. It was understandable considering the reproductive health of some pureblood witches and wizards as well as families that usually had only one heir. Harry couldn't see Neville doing such a thing. Years ago, the pureblood told Harry once that he wanted to have a large family.

"This is a huge problem. Hawthorn, Longbottom's lover, told me they only thought Longbottom was pregnant. So either Longbottom is lying or Hawthorn is. The medical examiners were also able to determine that the mutilation Longbottom suffered was exactly like our other victims."

Harry was dumbfounded. "Neville was a victim?"

"Doubtful, but this places Hawthorn under suspicion." Kingsley sighed. "Has the headmaster told you about Crabbe?"

"What about him?" asked Harry in surprised. "Did you finally catch him for an interview?"

Shacklebolt shook his head. "No, but Professor McGonagal saw him in a baby store. The Headmaster owled me immediately after they left."

"Brilliant." He stared at the solemn looking auror. "Anything else to bring down the day?" he asked jokingly.

Kingsley looked at him sharply. "Actually, there is something bothering me."

"What?" Harry inquired.

"What is going on between you and Professor Snape?"

Harry blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Don't 'What' me, Potter. I saw the picture in the paper." Harry blushed while Shacklebolt continued, "That was too intimate for someone who is suppose to be Professor Snape's protector. What is going on here?"

Harry stared at Shacklebolt. The line of questioning felt incredibly odd. Shacklebolt hadn't called him on the scene at the hospital, which even Harry didn't like to think about, but here he was picking at Harry for a picture that was actually a misunderstanding.

"Shacklebolt, you know the Prophet is eager to get anything on me that's interesting." This was actually the second time, Harry was declared a father by the newspaper, and all because he'd helped a toddler that scraped his knee. "The moment they saw me with a pregnant Snape, they came to one insane, provocative conclusion. Of course, they would be on it like a crup with a bone."

"Yes, but, this wouldn't have happened if you had kept your distance from Snape and not gotten so emotionally involved. You and Snape are far too close. Honestly, I believe that it's starting to affect your assignment."

Harry's green eyes seemed to flash dangerously, and Shacklebolt was reminded just who this young man was. The only man capable of cutting down one of the most dangerous Dark Lords in Wizarding history. "You're upset because you think that I'm too 'emotionally involved' with Severus? That's ridiculous."

"It isn't."

"Apparently it is," Harry said darkly. "How dare you say I haven't done my job? I've done my job, Auror Shacklebolt and you know I have. I have done everything that I possibly could have done and beyond to keep Severus-,"

"Snape," growled Shacklebolt.

"Safe!" snapped Harry angrily. "I would give my life to protect that man and his child. And how could I not get close to him? I have been here every step of the way with Severus! Comforting him every time that sick bastard has done something to hurt him. Caring for him through his bouts of depression. I've been here every fucking step of the way!" Harry said, finishing with a yell.

"Nevertheless you are too involved with this case. Your overemotional reactions could get Professor Snape killed."

Harry physically restrained himself from punching Shacklebolt for saying such a thing and took a long step back. "You are not taking me off this case, Shacklebolt. I don't care if you are my superior. I am not going anywhere."

"Watch yourself, Potter!" Shacklebolt rose quickly to his feet. "If you have a problem-,"

"Apparently, I'm not the one with a problem. I am NOT," Harry growled, "leaving Severus to that bastard just because you think I'm not doing my job. Now if you are quite finished, leave. I have nothing more to say to you though I appreciate the information."

Kingsley tightened his hands into fists as he tried to remain calm. "Potter, you cannot stay this close to Severus!"

Harry stiffened as his glowing green eyes caught Shacklebolt's. "What the is this really about anyway? Does it really matter that Severus and I are close to the others?" Coming to a realization, Harry continued. "Or does it just matter to you?"

Ron burst in through the door, preventing Shacklebolt from answering. "Merlin's balls! Harry, you and Shacklebolt have to come with me! We need to get to the conference room to meet with the others for our meeting right now!"

Harry tossed one last glare at Shacklebolt before turning to grab his auror robes from the clothes cupboard. "What's wrong, Ron and why am I going?"

"I called an emergency meeting a while ago. Harry, you two won't believe what I found out!"

Ron practically sprinted down the hallway, nearly running over a shocked Marie, with Harry and Shacklebolt pressed to keep up with him.

"Ron, slow down!" Harry yelled at the redhead. Unfortunately, his warning was too late as he watched his best friend crash violently into a speeding Tonks who had been coming from the opposite direction.

Shacklebolt swallowed a laugh as his colleagues fell into a tangled pile of limbs. The two aurors roughly pushed away from each other, a misplaced kicked causing Ron make a sound that was between a yelp and a whimper.

Shaking his head, Harry rushed over to help Ron to his feet as Kingsley helped up Tonks. Before another word could be spoken, Ron and Tonks rushed for the conference room door only to start fighting over the doorknob.

"Damn it, Tonks, I was here first!" Ron shouted as he tried to remove Tonks' other hand from the doorknob.

She tried to claw the younger auror's hands in return. "Get out of the way, Weasley! I have something important to tell everybody!"

"SO DO I!" screamed Ron as he tried to knock Tonks away with his shoulder.

"MY information is more important!" Tonks tried to kick him.

Ron managed to avoid a few kicks aimed at his shins. "Not as important as mine is! OUCH! Damn it, TONKS!"

Not able to believe the absurdity that was taking place before him, Shacklebolt took out his wand, and with a well-placed charm, the door disappeared, causing both aurors fighting over it to fall inside the room.

Wickham, who had been eating a biscuit he'd snuck in, started to choke only for Rollin to hit him on the back hard to stop it. Buxton was laughing at the pile consisting of two irate aurors. Dillingham stared at the fighting aurors that were trying to stand before turning to a very amused Harry with a frown. "Snape?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Mrs. Malfoy, and Professor McGonagal are with him. The house is locked down and shut. No one is getting in anytime soon."

Not overly pleased, Dillingham nodded in approval. "And can you explain this?" He motioned towards Tonks and Ron. The two were now standing screaming incoherently at each other, both waving their arms around frantically to emphasize their words.

Harry sighed but couldn't quite stop his smile. "All I know is that both of them have very important information to tell us. I guess they were both a little too enthusiastic."

"I see." Standing from his seat, Dillingham removed his wand and pointed at the two aurors. "Silencio!"

Ron and Tonks clamped their hands over their mouths before turning to the French auror in shock. Dillingham raised an eyebrow. "Now, while I'm sure the information you want to give us is important, can we please hear about it in a coherent, adult manner?"

Ron blushed and silently cleared his throat, while Tonks' hair changed to a deep purple. They nodded. "Now, who believes they have the more relevant information."

Both pointed to themselves. Dillingham looked at Shacklebolt, who managed not to roll his eyes. "Tonks first. She interviewed Mrs. Longbottom today." At that Ron looked especially interested.

Tonks bounced in place as everyone took their seats. Shacklebolt replaced the door just before Dillingham removed the silencing charm. "You won't believe what Mrs. Longbottom told me about Hawthorn! Apparently, he was emotionally abusive to Neville Longbottom, talking down to him and playing with his insecurities. She actually considered it 'helping', but it Hawthorn is anything like her, it was definitely abusive. She also told me he forced Longbottom into aborting the baby!"

Everyone, except Ron surprisingly, started asking questions quickly, but Tonks waved them down for silence. "And you won't believe what she told me happened the day of Neville's death! She said that they had went upstairs for some time together, but later, she went up for Hawthorn because he had a call over the floo. Mrs. Longbottom said that Neville had left by the time Hawthorn received his call, and she didn't get a chance to tell him goodbye. Afterward, she listened in on Hawthorn's conversation. She said that she couldn't hear all of it, but she heard enough for her to be concerned for Longbottom's life."

"What did she hear?" asked Buxton. "And who was he talking to?"

Tonks grinned. "She said that she heard Hawthorn talking to someone about Death Eaters," this garnered wide eyed looks, "and something about a ritual. I figured that since we had thirteen rape victims exactly and the markings in their backs that this would be important."

"Tonks, who was he talking to?" asked Harry.

"Gregory Goyle."

Ron and Harry were stunned, and none of the aurors were pleased. Rollin couldn't believe it. "Goyle? Isn't he the one we haven't been able to interview?"

"Exactly. He must have something to do with all of this too. His father was a convicted Death Eater. The ministry tried to get Gregory Goyle, but the dark mark wasn't found on him or Vincent Crabbe."

Dillingham's eyes rose from the table but remained deep in thought. "Apparently. And Crabbe was spotted this morning by Headmaster Dumbledore's employee." He said it because neither Tonks nor Ron had heard about it. "Let's not jump to conclusions, but we need to speak to him immediately. We'll place a warrant out on him. That should get us our interview. Anything else Tonks?"

"Actually, there is something. I don't know if it's important though. Ms. Longbottom said that Neville had an emergency delivery that needed to go to Russia."

At this, Ron jumped up and began talking quickly. Unfortunately, Dillingham hadn't removed the silencing charm.

"Weasley!" Buxton yelled as she dragged him back down into his seat. "You idiot! You still have the charm on!" She removed the silencing charm.

Ron grinned at her before turning to everyone else. "A potions master!"

"What?" said Harry, suddenly nervous in his stomach.

"I interviewed Luna today!" he replied, surprising Harry again.

"Why?" asked Buxton. "Who is she?"

"Luna Lovegood. She's Neville's best friend. She had come to visit him because she couldn't get a hold of him over the floo."

"What did she say about the potions master?"

"Seems that Hawthorn was involved in with a new business partner this past year." The dating had the other aurors sit even straighter in their seats. "This something, according to Luna, involved the new wine Neville helped create. She said this business also involved a Russian potions master."

"A potions master?" said Shacklebolt. "Hawthorn said that one helped Neville create the wine, but he didn't know who he was."

"Apparently he did, but Luna didn't know his name either. She also said that when Neville questioned Hawthorn about his shady business partner, the man had a violent reaction to it and scared Neville."

"Merde." Chase's comment summed up everyone's feelings rather well.

"What else?" Rollin asked.

"Tonks is right. Hawthorn was verbally and emotionally abusive to Neville, even if that old batty grandmother of his didn't realize it."

"Weasley!" Shacklebolt chastised.

"She's also right about the abortion. Luna told me that Hawthorn convinced Neville that it wasn't time for them to start a family. Neville later told Luna that Hawthorn regretted 'their' decision, but Luna doesn't believe it.

"I also found out that Hawthorn may have been having an affair with a man named Daniel Pickens who lives in Great Britain." Ron tightened his lips and then said, "Luna also said she and Neville believed him to be having an affair in France."

"WHAT?" cried the group of aurors. Ron nodded solemnly.

"What the bloody hell is Hawthorn doing in France? He has no business there!"

"Apparently he does. He's started a small vineyard in France that he visits rather often. I checked it out. We didn't find it because it's not under his name but under the name of Daniel Pickens, even though Pickens never gave him permission to do so."

Harry couldn't believe it. "Ron, do you believe that Hawthorn is our killer?"

"I think he's involved. If nothing else, we need to bring him in for questioning immediately. Especially after what I heard from Pickens when I went to see him."

"What did he say?" asked Buxton. She could see just how pale Ron was.

"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" asked the curious American wizard as he eyed the auror sitting across from him in his living room.

Ron stared at the man sitting on the small sofa. He couldn't quite help himself. The man was somewhat tall, although not quite reaching Ron's height. He had pale skin and dark brown eyes. What also caught Ron's eyes about the man was the short midnight black hair.

The American seemed to fit their victim profile to a tee. Daniel Pickens lived in Great Britain. According to his closest neighbor, who lived a good mile away, he was a rather quiet man and not overly social. The similarities could not be a coincidence.

"I wanted to talk to you about Horace Hawthorn."

Pickens frowned. His rather cool demeanor swiftly darkened. "What about that asshole? Look, if you're here about him, you've got the wrong place. We haven't spoken in months and good riddance as far as I'm concerned."

"You don't appear to like him very much," said Ron, who didn't like Hawthorn much either.

"The son of a bitch was cheating on me when we were together. I found out about his cute little boyfriend, and I broke it off."

"Cute little boyfriend?"

"Some guy named Neville of all things! Had been seeing him for who knows how long behind my back." Pickens crossed his arms almost defensively at the unpleasant memories.

"I'm sorry, but would it be possible for me to ask you some questions about Mr. Hawthorn?"

Pickens nodded. "Guess it couldn't hurt. What's all this about anyway?"

"Mr. Hawthorn is involved in a very important case. At the moment, that is all I'm able to say."

Pickens snorted. "Not surprised really. I knew those stupid pureblood ideals of his would get him into trouble. So what first?"

Making a mental note to remember Hawthorn's pureblood ideals, Ron asked, "How did you meet Hawthorn?"

The dark haired man leaned back in his seat. "Horace and I knew each other when we were just kids. We became friends in elementary school and were pretty close for a long time. It was about six years ago that we became lovers. We dated for about three years, but we found out that we should have stayed friends a little too late. Horace was just too jaded for us to be together."

"What do you mean by jaded?"

Pickens looked reluctant before responded, "Horace had a really rough childhood. Afterwards, he had this strong belief that he needed to be in control of everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! I didn't mind too much at first. During our relationship, if he wanted to go somewhere or do something, I didn't argue with him. He was very dominant in our relationship. Later though, it started to irritate me, and I would voice my own opinion more often. Horace got rather abusive then. He never laid a hand on me, but he'd insult me, my friends or my family."

Pickens rubbed his forehead roughly. "I threatened to leave him once. He shaped up rather quickly and things got better. But not long after, he started insisting on having children. It wasn't something that I expected. Especially after what happened before."

"What happened before, Mr. Pickens?" Ron asked curiously.

"Like I said, Horace had a really rough childhood. Actually, I'm not sure if I should tell you this."

"I assure you that anything you can tell me about Mr. Hawthorn will be important to this case. We'll try to keep the information as quiet as possible."

"Shit. Alright then. Horace's father started abusing Horace when he turned seven, not long after his mother died. Sexually abusing him. Horace had no idea what to do and didn't dare tell anyone, not even me, his best friend. His father threatened to kill him if he did. Horace believed him."

He ran a hand through his short black hair. "I can't believe no one saw the signs. I mean they were there! He was always angry or depressed. I can't believed I used to laugh at him about the bedwetting." He blushed, upset to admit such a thing. "I can see it now, but I guess I just didn't know."

"When we were fourteen, Horace got pregnant. It wasn't his fault, but his father blamed him. He damn near killed Horace when he found out he had impregnated his own son. Horace managed to run when his father left him alone. He got to my home where my parents and I took care of him. Mom reported Horace's father to the American Ministry. Afterwards, he was arrested and sent to jail. Horace stayed with his maternal grandfather."

"What happened to the child?"

"Horace aborted the baby. The whole situation disgusted him. He refused to have it and grew a negative view of children. I understand because of everything that happened. But when he wanted to have children with me, he seemed almost desperate."

He dropped his eyes. "When he found out that I couldn't carry children, it didn't take long for him to leave me. I want children too and I can sire them, but Horace wouldn't even consider having a child himself. So he left. I didn't see him again until a couple years ago. He wanted to get back together. Horace was apologetic and claiming that he loved me. I think he started dating the other guy at the same time."

"I'm sorry." Ron sincerely felt for the man and his opinion of Hawthorn fell even more. "When was the last time you spoke to Hawthorn?"

"In August. The day after the party at Hogwarts."

If it hadn't been for his total shock, Ron would have started screaming. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. We had gone to the party, and he had ditched me sometime during the night. I'm not sure what time it was. Anyway, the next day I had flooed him and we got into an argument. We ended our affair and that was the end of it."

"You and Mr. Hawthorn attended the party at Hogwarts? This was the one on July 31?"

Pickens nodded. "Yes. I received an invitation from my aunt, Madame Pince. Well, she's actually my mom's cousin, but I call her aunty. She's the school librarian. The invitation said I could invite a guest. She had wanted to meet my latest flame so I brought Horace with me. Damn fool that I was. His boyfriend, Neville, was there. That's how I found out about his cheating. He tried to avoid him most of the time and sometime during the night he snuck off." He snorted. "Probably went to find someone to screw since he apparently has problems staying faithful."

The group of aurors sat in a stunned silence as Ron continued. "The minute I left there, I apparated to Hogwarts. Pince was there and I spoke to her and when I flooed to Dumbledore's cottage, I spoke with him to confirm. Pince did send her nephew an invitation that said he could bring a guest. Dumbledore said he didn't know she'd invited Pickens or an extra person, and that it wouldn't have shown up on the guest list."

Dillingham snapped to attention. "Find him. Find him now! Wickham, send out a bulletin in both France and Great Britain on Hawthorn. There is too much evidence against him! We'll bring him back and question him under veritaserum."

The group of aurors, including Dillingham, jumped to their feet as Shacklebolt started issuing orders. "Potter, you, Weasley, and I are going to check out Hawthorn's vineyard here in Britain."

Dillingham motioned to Tonks and Wickham. "You two are with me. We're going to check out the one in France. Rollin, I need you and Buxton to search for any other properties that Hawthorn may have and any relatives he may be hiding with. And put warrants out on Goyle and Crabbe. Hawthorn is now our prime suspect. We can't afford mistakes! We need him in custody!"

Although they were in a hurry, Harry did manage to get a message sent to Dumbledore about what was going on. Albus assured him that Severus was safe with him, Minerva and Narcissa.

That promise took some weight from Harry's shoulders and allowed him to concentrate more on capturing Hawthorn.

Harry walked silently along the east side of Hawthorn's large vineyard. There were rows of flourishing grapevines that grew across the field. Harry was near the far wall of the property that separated the vineyard from the outside.

"Hawthorn!"

Harry's only movement other than the continuation of his steps was a tightening of his hand around his wand as he heard Shacklebolt's voice.

"Auror Shacklebolt? How can I help you?" called a pleasant voice.

"I'm afraid you can't."

Harry eyed the small tool shed before him and, glancing around, quickly slid around to look on the other side. Standing at the backdoor of a large house was Shacklebolt and Hawthorn. While Hawthorn stood confused in a shirt and dirty trousers, Shacklebolt held his wand toward the other man.

"Horace Hawthorn, you are under arrest-,"

"What?" Hawthorn cried in surprise.

"As a suspect in the death of Neville Longbottom and murder of twelve other individuals. You are also under arrest for suspicion of thirteen counts of rape."

Harry's eyes darkened with anger as Hawthorn's demeanor changed and the mansmirked. "Oh. And does that include Professor Snape?"

Harry swore he saw red, but he controlled himself because in a moment it would all be over. Hawthorn had practically admitted his guilt. They had their killer.

Shacklebolt didn't look much more pleased. "Hawthorn-," The auror jumped into action just as Hawthorn pulled out his wand. "Expelliarmus!"

"Crucio!"

Harry started running toward the fight and could see Ron on the other side of the field heading for the same destination. Harry made it first and was surprised to see that one of the dark curses had nicked Shacklebolt, catching the auror off guard and causing him to lose ground.

Raising his wand, Harry called out. "Hold it, Hawthorn!"

The man turned to glare hatefully at Harry. "Potter! I should have known you would be here. Trying so hard to take Snape away! He doesn't belong to you!" Hawthorn's wand turned toward him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Severus and Narcissa looked up as the fireplace flared. Entering was an exhausted Ronald Weasley. Narcissa rose to her feet, wand in hand.

Ron grinned at her and, while Dumbledore hurried into the room, he stepped aside to allow someone else enter the library.

A weary Harry Potter stumbled out of the floo and smiled brightly at Severus. "We got him!"

TBC