white dove ★ T.M.R/Reader ★

Part Two

McCollin slams the Records Room logbook down on your desk and you nearly jump out of your skin. "I told you to drop it," he says coolly.

Your initials are scribbled on the page half a dozen times over the past two weeks. You look up at him wide-eyed. "I..."

"You were only supposed to watch that stupid trial once," he interrupts, eyes hard.

"Look, I've found stuff, McCollin! Merope Gaunt? She ran away with Tom Riddle, for Christs' sake, they got married and everything! That's why Morfin was talking about her in his trial!"

He falters, brow furrowing. "How did you find out that –"

"I've been doing some work on the case – off hours," you add hastily at his expression, "and look, I know you said it was pretty cut and dry, but in that whole trial no one actually asks him why he did it –"

McCollin laughs a little unkindly. "No one asked him why he did it? Do you hear yourself? Didn't you just say his sister married a Muggle?"

"Yeah but she died ages ago," you say desperately, leaning forward.

"Why does that matter?"

"Morfin was released from Azkaban in '28 and came home to find his sister gone. He lived right around the corner from those Muggles, McCollin, so why did he wait fifteen years to kill them?"

McCollin gives you a deeply sceptical look. "Your problem is that he didn't kill them sooner?"

"My problem is there's no reason that he didn't kill them sooner!" you correct. "If he's really such a nutcase, why did it take him that long to get revenge on the Riddles?"

"Maybe he didn't know who she'd run off with until then," he shrugs.

"Then how did he suddenly find out in '43?"

McCollin sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look, kiddo, I'm gonna do you a favour. I'll let all this slide if you drop this thing now and stop letting it distract you."

You gape at him. "You can't be serious."

"I am."

"But I've found –!"

"I don't care what you've found, I need you to do your job," McCollin snaps, waving at your desk. "So some pure-blood nutter murdered some Muggles because his sister ran off with one of 'em, what in Merlin's name is so hard to understand about that?"

"She had a kid with him!" you hiss.

He hesitates again. "You found a birth certificate?"

"No, but she died in a Muggle orphanage and was buried in the pauper's yard, what do you think happened?"

McCollin, for the first time, looks somewhat doubtful. "Case never mentioned a kid..." he says slowly.

Hope sparks in your chest. "And where was Tom Riddle whilst his wife died in childbirth, huh? Where did the kid end up? Did Morfin know about them? Did Riddle even know?"

McCollin exhales a very fatigued sigh. "You're not gonna let this go, are you."

"No," you say immediately.

"If you figure this out, will you get back to your actual job?"

"Yes."

"You promise?"

You're on the edge of your seat. "I promise."

He grits his teeth. "Merlin... fine. What do you need?"