antebellum [t. riddle]

vii.

october 1944 

"what is your name and age?"

"hector harley, 17." he had a dopey smile on his face, and his whole body swayed slightly. sicaria conjured a chair for him, and he immediately sat and crossed his legs.

because her first interrogation went successfully, she had an easier time setting up all her enchantments and materials. she was slightly optimistic at her proficiency with the examinations, but made sure to keep her senses alert. 

"what are your parents and siblings names and ages?"

"mother: alicia harley 45. father: harrison harley 42. brothers killian harley and marco harley, twins. both 13."

"are you pureblood?"

"yes."

"do you know who gellert grindelwald is?"

"yes." he scowled at the name, but his eyes remained wide open and milky white.

"do you have any connection to gellert grindelwald?" these questions were annoyingly repetitive to sicaria, but she knew that this was the best way to cover all the bases.

"no."

"do any of your family members have any connection to gellert grindelwald?"

"yes." the ambient magic of the classroom buzzed around the two of them.

"what connection does your family have with gellert grindelwald?"

"my mother works for the department of international magical cooperation and she was once tortured by grindelwald for information." he seemed to fight not to say this, but the veritaserum would not allow him.

"what information was grindelwald trying to torture from your mother?"

he froze and his smile dropped as he started to jerk slightly. 

"disregard the last question."

"okay."

"do you know what information grindelwald attempted to torture out of your mother?" she rephrased. 

"no."

"is the ministry of magic aware of the situation with your mother and grindelwald?"

"yes." she turned to the quill and said, "draft a request to transfer the file on alicia harley from the british ministry. make note to ask dumbledore about her during their next meeting." she stood and paced around the room.

she turned back to hector and continued. "are you a pureblood supremacist?"

"no."

"do you see yourself joining a pureblood organization in the future?"

"no." he grimaced. 

"do you plan to aid in the defeat of grindelwald?"

"yes."

"how do you want to aid in the defeat of grindelwald?"

"i want to kill gellert grindelwald." he said, as though he had said it a million times before. bold.

"do you know of any students with connections to grindelwald?"

"yes." his face contorted furiously. she eyed the time: 1 minute, 23 seconds left.

"name the students and families that you know of with connections to grindelwald and the ministry." she phrased it slightly differently than she had asked galleria, but she assumed hector might know a something more specific and more worthwhile.