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Harry Potter/Law & Order/SVU | Murder By Magic | PG-13 | Multiple pairings (3/?)
Title: Murder By Magic (3/?)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Law & Order/Law & Order: SVU
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ginny/Draco; Ron/Hermione; Munch/Snape; Jack/Ed
Summary: What happens when a certain pair of homicide detectives catch a very unusual case?
Word Count: 1,409 for this part.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited slightly from its original version. Officially AU, but that’s not surprising; I started writing this in 2005.
“Okay, there used to be this wizard who went as evil as you could go—called himself Lord Voldemort. He gathered followers and became more and more powerful, killing and torturing Muggles—non-magic folk—and Muggle borns—witches or wizards with non-magic parents—because he believed that they were beneath him. It didn’t take long for everyone to become terrified of him. People wouldn’t even say his name. Well, one day, thanks to a misheard prophecy, he decided to go after the Potters. Their so-called friend had betrayed their location to him and he went to find them. He killed Harry’s parents, and then went to kill Harry, who was only a year old at the time. But he couldn’t do it. He cast the killing curse and somehow, no one really quite understands how, it rebounded on him and barely alive, he fled.” Hermione took a breath. Their five guests were now staring at Harry in awe. She smiled.
“Yes, it was quite amazing. Anyway, Harry was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, since they were his only living relatives. Unfortunately, they were also the worst sort of Muggles—they had a very Medieval attitude about magic and tried to, unsuccessfully ‘squash the magic out of him’. Of course, they failed and he eventually came to Hogwarts where Ron and I met him and we all became best friends. In first year, he came face-to-face with Voldemort again and escaped; in second year, he slew a basilisk, which is a huge snake that kills you simply by looking into your eyes, and rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, after again meeting Voldemort. In third year, we found out the truth about who betrayed Harry’s parents to Voldemort, and in fourth year, Voldemort finally came back. In fifth year, the ministry of magic, which Fudge was the head of at the time, would not acknowledge that Voldemort had returned until Fudge saw him himself. Then in sixth year, Harry faced off with Voldemort again, same with 7th year. Finally, after two more years of fighting, Harry defeated him with his own wand,” Hermione finished. Harry was now blushing at the looks he was getting.
“I had a lot of help, people. There’s no way I could have ever done all of that by myself. And some of it was simply good luck,” Harry quickly said.
“Harry is a Gryffindor.” Draco smiled. “Which is one of the Houses this school is divided into, and thus, very, very modest. He’s probably one of the most powerful wizards of his generation, but you’ll never get him to take any credit for it.”
“Anyway, the point of the story is that Voldemort’s most dedicated followers were called Death Eaters. These people were basically his inner circle and just liked torturing and killing—with the exception, of course, of Severus, who was a spy for our side at great risk to himself,” Hermione added. This time the awe-inspired looks were cast at Severus. He just rolled his eyes. “After Voldemort’s downfall, the final time, nearly all of his Death Eaters were captured, however, two still remain at large—Lucius Malfoy and Thaddeus Nott. We believe that one of these two people are responsible for Fudge’s death.”
“Wait, Malfoy? Isn’t that his last name?” Abbie asked, pointing to Draco.
“Unfortunately,” he said, disgusted, “it’s my father. He’s a bit of an arse.”
“There’s the understatement of the year.” Ginny rolled her eyes. “He’s... no, I don’t think there’s a word quite vile enough to describe him. I’m just glad he didn’t manage to poison you, Draco.”
“Oh, he was close. I just finally grew a backbone and stood up to him.” Draco shrugged.
“Now who’s being modest?” Harry teased.
“Shut it,” Draco grumbled.
“So, anyway, does everyone understand?” Hermione asked.
“If this person is a wizard who committed this crime, how could we possibly help you?” Ed asked.
“You don’t have to be magical to be intelligent or helpful,” Ginny answered. “Besides, it’s not like we would let you continue to try to identify a man whom you had no chance of identifying—that would be pointless. Our Headmaster believes that this is a time for inter-world cooperation,” she paused, “and we also wanted to fill you in because if it is either Lucius or Nott, they’re going to kill again.”
“I wonder why whoever it was decided to kill Fudge in America?” Harry wondered.
“Probably thought Dumbledore wouldn’t pick up on it. Fools,” Severus muttered. “Dumbledore knows everything. That makes me think it wasn’t Lucius. He may be a complete bastard, but he’s not stupid.”
“That’s true. Hey, I have a question, where the body was found, was there a symbol drawn anywhere near him or on him? Maybe a skull with a snake through the mouth?” Harry asked Ed and Lennie.
“Yeah, there was something like that burned onto his forearm,” Lennie responded. “I’d show you a picture, but it’s with all the evidence...” he trailed off as all the evidence appeared in a box right before him. “Wow.”
Harry smiled. “Magic is handy like that. Can you find it?”
Sure.” He riffled through the box and found a picture of the guy’s forearm with the tattoo-like object and handed it to Harry.
“Yeah, this is definitely the work of a Death Eater.” Harry nodded grimly.
“Is there any chance it was an imposter? Someone trying to frame the Death Eaters?” Jack asked. “Because it seems to me that someone in hiding wouldn’t want to bring attention to themselves by killing.”
“That’s a good point, but with magic...it’s a lot easier to kill and torture. No blood, no clean up, no fingerprints...all you do is wave a wand. You can drive someone to insanity simply by keeping them under the Cruciatus curse. It’s simply never-ending excruciating pain.” Harry shook his head. “And this symbol? This is one of the hardest to duplicate. Voldemort made it that way on purpose. If this is an imposter he’s been studying the Death Eaters for years and would have to be extremely powerful.”
“I want regular old non-magical killers back.” Lennie sighed.
Ron gave him a sympathetic look. “Yeah, but luckily we have a fitting place to keep all of these lunatics.”
“Where do you imprison a wizard? Couldn’t they simply escape?” Abbie asked, curiously.
“We keep them at Azkaban—surrounded around the clock by Dementors. They’re horrible creatures that suck the happiness right out of you,” Hermione told her. “Just being around them for a few minutes makes you want to crawl into a little ball and die, but for days, weeks, months, or even years? You’d be hard pressed to find the will to breathe, let alone escape.”
“What about the worst offenders?” Jack asked. “Do you have something like the death penalty?”
“Death would be a welcome respite to many of the people in Azkaban,” Severus said solemnly. “I had to spend a few days there myself because everyone believed me to be a Death Eater. Which, I suppose, proves that I was a good spy, but that was enough time for me just to want to be killed and have it over. No, we have the Dementor’s Kiss. It’s the worst punishment one could ever get. It doesn’t kill you; it sucks out your soul.”
“Damn.” Ed shivered. “Sounds harsh.”
“Very harsh.” Draco nodded. “A person without a soul is hardly a person anymore. Sure, they’re breathing and alive, but they’re merely a shell of their former self.”
Ginny shook her head, “Enough of this topic! It’s much too morbid and depressing. It’s after one; let’s have some lunch before we have to venture back into the world of murderers and other despicable people.”
Ron nodded, “Good idea! I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Anyway, the Hogwarts House Elves,” here she frowned slightly, “are fantastic. They make the best food. We can all head down to the kitchen and talk of much more light-hearted things before we get back to this murder. I’m sure you have a million questions.”
Ed grinned. “To say the least.”
“Come on then.” She smiled, gesturing for everyone to follow her. Severus started walking in the opposite direction. “You coming, Severus?”
“I shall meet you there. I am going to see if John would like to come. He is most likely on his lunch break currently,” he replied
“All right.” She nodded.
Fandom: Harry Potter/Law & Order/Law & Order: SVU
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ginny/Draco; Ron/Hermione; Munch/Snape; Jack/Ed
Summary: What happens when a certain pair of homicide detectives catch a very unusual case?
Word Count: 1,409 for this part.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited slightly from its original version. Officially AU, but that’s not surprising; I started writing this in 2005.
“Okay, there used to be this wizard who went as evil as you could go—called himself Lord Voldemort. He gathered followers and became more and more powerful, killing and torturing Muggles—non-magic folk—and Muggle borns—witches or wizards with non-magic parents—because he believed that they were beneath him. It didn’t take long for everyone to become terrified of him. People wouldn’t even say his name. Well, one day, thanks to a misheard prophecy, he decided to go after the Potters. Their so-called friend had betrayed their location to him and he went to find them. He killed Harry’s parents, and then went to kill Harry, who was only a year old at the time. But he couldn’t do it. He cast the killing curse and somehow, no one really quite understands how, it rebounded on him and barely alive, he fled.” Hermione took a breath. Their five guests were now staring at Harry in awe. She smiled.
“Yes, it was quite amazing. Anyway, Harry was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, since they were his only living relatives. Unfortunately, they were also the worst sort of Muggles—they had a very Medieval attitude about magic and tried to, unsuccessfully ‘squash the magic out of him’. Of course, they failed and he eventually came to Hogwarts where Ron and I met him and we all became best friends. In first year, he came face-to-face with Voldemort again and escaped; in second year, he slew a basilisk, which is a huge snake that kills you simply by looking into your eyes, and rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, after again meeting Voldemort. In third year, we found out the truth about who betrayed Harry’s parents to Voldemort, and in fourth year, Voldemort finally came back. In fifth year, the ministry of magic, which Fudge was the head of at the time, would not acknowledge that Voldemort had returned until Fudge saw him himself. Then in sixth year, Harry faced off with Voldemort again, same with 7th year. Finally, after two more years of fighting, Harry defeated him with his own wand,” Hermione finished. Harry was now blushing at the looks he was getting.
“I had a lot of help, people. There’s no way I could have ever done all of that by myself. And some of it was simply good luck,” Harry quickly said.
“Harry is a Gryffindor.” Draco smiled. “Which is one of the Houses this school is divided into, and thus, very, very modest. He’s probably one of the most powerful wizards of his generation, but you’ll never get him to take any credit for it.”
“Anyway, the point of the story is that Voldemort’s most dedicated followers were called Death Eaters. These people were basically his inner circle and just liked torturing and killing—with the exception, of course, of Severus, who was a spy for our side at great risk to himself,” Hermione added. This time the awe-inspired looks were cast at Severus. He just rolled his eyes. “After Voldemort’s downfall, the final time, nearly all of his Death Eaters were captured, however, two still remain at large—Lucius Malfoy and Thaddeus Nott. We believe that one of these two people are responsible for Fudge’s death.”
“Wait, Malfoy? Isn’t that his last name?” Abbie asked, pointing to Draco.
“Unfortunately,” he said, disgusted, “it’s my father. He’s a bit of an arse.”
“There’s the understatement of the year.” Ginny rolled her eyes. “He’s... no, I don’t think there’s a word quite vile enough to describe him. I’m just glad he didn’t manage to poison you, Draco.”
“Oh, he was close. I just finally grew a backbone and stood up to him.” Draco shrugged.
“Now who’s being modest?” Harry teased.
“Shut it,” Draco grumbled.
“So, anyway, does everyone understand?” Hermione asked.
“If this person is a wizard who committed this crime, how could we possibly help you?” Ed asked.
“You don’t have to be magical to be intelligent or helpful,” Ginny answered. “Besides, it’s not like we would let you continue to try to identify a man whom you had no chance of identifying—that would be pointless. Our Headmaster believes that this is a time for inter-world cooperation,” she paused, “and we also wanted to fill you in because if it is either Lucius or Nott, they’re going to kill again.”
“I wonder why whoever it was decided to kill Fudge in America?” Harry wondered.
“Probably thought Dumbledore wouldn’t pick up on it. Fools,” Severus muttered. “Dumbledore knows everything. That makes me think it wasn’t Lucius. He may be a complete bastard, but he’s not stupid.”
“That’s true. Hey, I have a question, where the body was found, was there a symbol drawn anywhere near him or on him? Maybe a skull with a snake through the mouth?” Harry asked Ed and Lennie.
“Yeah, there was something like that burned onto his forearm,” Lennie responded. “I’d show you a picture, but it’s with all the evidence...” he trailed off as all the evidence appeared in a box right before him. “Wow.”
Harry smiled. “Magic is handy like that. Can you find it?”
Sure.” He riffled through the box and found a picture of the guy’s forearm with the tattoo-like object and handed it to Harry.
“Yeah, this is definitely the work of a Death Eater.” Harry nodded grimly.
“Is there any chance it was an imposter? Someone trying to frame the Death Eaters?” Jack asked. “Because it seems to me that someone in hiding wouldn’t want to bring attention to themselves by killing.”
“That’s a good point, but with magic...it’s a lot easier to kill and torture. No blood, no clean up, no fingerprints...all you do is wave a wand. You can drive someone to insanity simply by keeping them under the Cruciatus curse. It’s simply never-ending excruciating pain.” Harry shook his head. “And this symbol? This is one of the hardest to duplicate. Voldemort made it that way on purpose. If this is an imposter he’s been studying the Death Eaters for years and would have to be extremely powerful.”
“I want regular old non-magical killers back.” Lennie sighed.
Ron gave him a sympathetic look. “Yeah, but luckily we have a fitting place to keep all of these lunatics.”
“Where do you imprison a wizard? Couldn’t they simply escape?” Abbie asked, curiously.
“We keep them at Azkaban—surrounded around the clock by Dementors. They’re horrible creatures that suck the happiness right out of you,” Hermione told her. “Just being around them for a few minutes makes you want to crawl into a little ball and die, but for days, weeks, months, or even years? You’d be hard pressed to find the will to breathe, let alone escape.”
“What about the worst offenders?” Jack asked. “Do you have something like the death penalty?”
“Death would be a welcome respite to many of the people in Azkaban,” Severus said solemnly. “I had to spend a few days there myself because everyone believed me to be a Death Eater. Which, I suppose, proves that I was a good spy, but that was enough time for me just to want to be killed and have it over. No, we have the Dementor’s Kiss. It’s the worst punishment one could ever get. It doesn’t kill you; it sucks out your soul.”
“Damn.” Ed shivered. “Sounds harsh.”
“Very harsh.” Draco nodded. “A person without a soul is hardly a person anymore. Sure, they’re breathing and alive, but they’re merely a shell of their former self.”
Ginny shook her head, “Enough of this topic! It’s much too morbid and depressing. It’s after one; let’s have some lunch before we have to venture back into the world of murderers and other despicable people.”
Ron nodded, “Good idea! I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Anyway, the Hogwarts House Elves,” here she frowned slightly, “are fantastic. They make the best food. We can all head down to the kitchen and talk of much more light-hearted things before we get back to this murder. I’m sure you have a million questions.”
Ed grinned. “To say the least.”
“Come on then.” She smiled, gesturing for everyone to follow her. Severus started walking in the opposite direction. “You coming, Severus?”
“I shall meet you there. I am going to see if John would like to come. He is most likely on his lunch break currently,” he replied
“All right.” She nodded.