So Much for No Strings Attached

Chapter 77 Prewett Problems

Amelia Bones made her way to the Prewett Castle in Carmarthenshire which had stood in its location since before Hogwarts had been founded. Amelia found it very suspicious that Lady Isolde Prewett had disowned her Heir merely a week after younger sons had been killed. Yet, Amelia couldn’t find any evidence of an interview with Lady Isolde being interviewed. The fact that the lead investigator was Alastor Moody made Amelia even more suspicious that the investigation had not been properly conducted.

 

‘Gerald Prewett died in 1991,’ Scrimgeour said.

 

And from all reports Lady Isolde was not a well woman given the fact that Elaine Prewett, her only surviving child had been operating as the Prewett Regent for the last three years. Amelia wondered what if anything Lady Isolde would remember. And Elaine would have only been nineteen when her older brothers were killed so she might not know anything.

 

Still, they were admitted and invited to the main drawing room. Lady Isolde Prewett was a thin woman with wiry grey hair covered by a thick red and grey blanket. She looked a lot older than her seventy-nine years of age belied, but her brown eyes were bright with intelligence (and pain). Amelia remembered that this woman had buried half of her children due to her other child’s actions which she probably knew about and had then lost her husband too.

 

To her side was thirty-six-year-old Elaine Prewett who had strawberry-blonde hair, serious looking brown eyes and skin that seemed to have not seen enough sunlight. It was she who had greeted Amelia and Scrimgeour and offered them refreshments (that they turned down as was procedure).

 

‘Lady Prewett, Regent Prewett,’ greeted Scrimgeour said. ‘We are sorry to bring up this painful topic, but we are re-opening your sons’ deaths.’

 

Lady Isolde snorted, ‘at last. I told the Auror who came to my house that it wasn’t Death Eaters – it was Molly. But nothing was done!’

 

‘The Auror you told would that be Alastor Moody?’ asked Scrimgeour.

 

Lady Isolde nodded, ‘that was his name.’

 

‘We are sorry to inform you that there are no records that Auror Moody spoke to you,’ Scrimgeour said.

 

‘We are, of course, looking into his involvement in this matter,’ Amelia added. ‘But as he is … missing … it will be hard to find if it is a case of misfiling or corruption. So, could you please tell us everything you remember?’

 

Elaine nodded, ‘I remember when Auntie Muriel first told us about the prophecy. I must have been about twelve, so the twins were sixteen and Molly was twenty-two. Fabian, Gideon and I found it a funny story. The kind of thing that Aunt Muriel would believe.’