JANUARY 4.
"I've gone to every hospital there is in London, and none of the patients meet my description there's no women-not with an injured arm-none in need of blood-" Draco walked around the room, his hair a tangled mess with light eyes bags forming under his eyes, distressed.
"My theory is true-their--their is more than one person involved with these murders-" Draco ran his fingers across his forehead to the back of his head, some of the hair strands getting tucked under his hands.
My heart sank into a deep dark ocean, if Serena and Tom were to get pulled into this murderous mess, I'd be the one responsible. They were playing with their lives by supporting me.
"I'll protect Mr. Barty at all costs-"
"Draco enough!" I snapped, getting myself out of the bed. "You've been thinking too much about this case."
"You need to take a break!"
He let his hands fall, his hair strands returning back to their original position. "You're right..perhaps..I- I..do..." he took a seat and began pouring water into a clear, shining glass; taking a noticeable breath.
I snatched away the towel laying rolled on top of the door and began walking towards the bathroom door. "Where are you going?" He inquired.
"To take a shower, of course."
It was going to be a difficult task to murder Barty, while Draco was this alert.
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I locked the door and began undressing, facing myself in the mirror in nothing but a comfortable light-colored bra, and around my arm was attached nothing but a filthy bandage, that was desperately crying to be dressed.
I turned on the shower head making it appear as though, I was indeed taking a shower, and started unrolling the bandage. Under the towel, I had hidden a new bandage with a potion that could come use as medicine for the open wound.
I applied the liquidy, gooey potion to the now-healing wound despite it stinging and burning like flames, and attached a new bandage.
I shoved the used bandage back into the first aid box, knowing if I'd throw it in the trash, I'd be exposed, and decided to wash my hair.
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JANUARY 15.
The holiday had come to an end, and all Aurors had returned to their respective positions. By now, the case of 'the red-cloaked killer' had spread wild like fire all around the wizarding world.
I never wanted fame off this, it was a sinking feeling to know they were now people I didn't even know, curious to know the identity of the woman behind these murders. They were posters being created warning them against this 'red-cloaked killer'.
Draco and the other Aurors investigating the ongoing case. (Pansy, Kiaran & I) had been followed by reporters like maniacs. As an Auror, your number one rule was to never disclose too much information to the public.
I was standing behind Draco along with the other two co-workers and like the other few times, another reporter blocked Draco's way, plopping herself right in front of him. I heard a few clicks and flashes of a few cameras.
I glanced over to Pansy who was visibly annoyed by the growing popularity.
"Sir-sir!" Called out the reporter. "People are dying to know- what do you have to say about this case?"
Instead of Draco shoving away a few of the other reporters who had asked the same question, he parted his lips to actually answer.
"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally parted his lips. "Run."
The reporter was silent.
"You might just end up being her next victim." To that Draco simply walked away, with his crew members following his lead.
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THIRD-PERSON PERSPECTIVE.
"You might just end up being her next victim."
Draco's voice declared through the radio that all three Lucius, Bellatrix, and Barty were attentively listening too.
Lucius who was being mentally tormented each day yanked the radio from the table and shoved it so roughly to the ground, that each of the pieces fell apart rolling away from one another. Every noise leaving the radio came to an ultimate halt.
"Oi!" Barty let out an exaggerated laugh. "Your son is gonna figure out who the killer is, and he's gonna be known as one of the best Aurors to walk on England!"
"Shut up SHUT UP!" Lucius was horrified by the idea of Draco eventually catching up entirely to the case.
"What's wrong, Lucius?" Bellatrix chimed in, her wand innocently burying on her lower lip.
"What's wrong?" Lucius repeated, sweat trickling down his forehead. "Do you both not have a brain!"
"If Draco ends up finding the killer, she's gonna be questioned why did she murder- and she'll obviously spit out our names- and we could be potentially put in Azkaban as well!"
"Then..." Lucius gulped, thinking of the reactions of his wife and son. "My family will hate me, envy me for what I did- but what I did was the best- for me-for them-for us!"
"Oi, shut up with your nonsense" Barty interrupted. "Nothing like that is going to happen-"
"Unless we just remove the thorn in our path." Bellatrix stole Barty's words.
"Thorn?"
"Meaning Draco," Bellatrix stated, Lucius became pale.
"Look, if we just simply kill him off, Draco will never figure out who the killer is- and we won't go to Azkaban!"
"Do you not have a heart either!" Lucius roared out of fear and anger. "He's my son, I can't do that and he's your nephew- your nephew Bellatrix!"
"Be it, my dead husband, mother, or nephew- if they are the reason for my placement in Azkaban, I shall kill them all." Bellatrix's voice was low and dangerous.
"No...he's my son...I raised him.."
"How many times, do I have to say it..." Barty interfered yet again. "SHUT UP- SHUT UP WITH THAT NONSENSE!"
"No..one....no one cares!" Barty continued "and if you really were a good father...you wouldn't be in this murder festival!"
"I have a better plan." Lucius shut down Barty's comments.
"How about we hunt down, the red-cloaked killer before Draco does, and kill her off, and to Draco, she'll always stay a mystery never to be found or resolved."
"I never knew you could actually think Lucius." Barty nodded in agreement, also earning a nod of approval from Bellatrix.
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A/N: I think this was one of the most powerful chapters, I have written.
It sort of left an impact on me. I don't know how to exactly word it, but it was intense to write.
Do you personally think Draco will eventually catch up, or will Emerlyn keep him in deception forever?
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Fanfiction"If you see a woman with an injured arm, a red cloak, and most dangerously a dagger" asserted Draco viciously. Sternly, gazing at the reporter who dared to question him. "I advise that you.." he swallowed the rough lump in his throat and finally par...
