The Muggle Who Did Something: A marauders era fanfiction

Chapter 2: The Interrogation

'Let the interrogation begin' the man thought.

"How did you know?" Sirius began, his question caused the girl to jump slightly, having come out harsher than it probably should have. James looked from his friend to the girl, waiting for the response she would provide. It was a very real question, and they needed an answer.

The shock at his question only lasted a moment, quickly replaced with an eye roll.

"Seriously?" Cynthia questioned the man's sanity. "How could I not know?" Sudden rage filled her frame causing her to shake slightly. How dare he use that tone! She'd just helped them out of trouble and this was her thanks? No real answers to her questions, just weird accusing looks? Who did he think he was? Oh, she was not having this.

The two men shared a look of confusion, neither expecting her outburst.

Cynthia continued, ignoring them, feeling slightly fired up by her own thoughts.

"Grown men in capes and masks, lighting off firecrackers in April?" She pushed off from the door giving the men an incredulous look. "I mean, little punky teenagers, sure." She shrugged, "But grown men? I know a gang when I see one. With all those firecrackers going off and gibberish being yelled! Anyone would have known something was wrong!"

Her response left the men slightly wide eyed, neither having thought she'd fire off at them like that. With one fail swoop the young muggle had derailed this 'interrogation', not even giving it a chance.

The Auror's couldn't argue with her reasons either. The way she assumed it was only muggle fireworks and a gang at play suggested she really hadn't seen anything she shouldn't have. The ability of muggles to 'reason' away anything they couldn't handle really was impressive in its own way.

Her response left Sirius to wonder if he had just jumped to conclusions. He had been known to do that on a few occasions. It was at that moment that he heard a familiar drawl of 'Constant Vigilance!' eco in his mind. The young marauder schooled his features. He didn't have enough information. She could very well just be pretending or worse, be placed under some enchantment.

No actually, that wouldn't fit. This young woman obviously had a fiery spirit and was not willing to be walked over, especially in her own home. He doubted she'd be able to react in such a way under the influence of magic. Not that Death Eaters were above using a muggle like that.

Regardless of the tactics those villains used, her answer was not enough to clear her just yet. She was still too suspicious. Too many things didn't add up, but they needed to be careful here.

It was just at that moment that his partner, James, made his attempt.

"Then why did you bring us with you?" James intentionally spoke much softer than his friend had. His words rolled off his tongue, sounding more like mild curiosity than a proper question. He tilted his head to the other side, looking very similar to a young fawn examining something new. "I mean, you could have just run. Why bother with the likes of us?"

Cynthia's eyebrows furrowed together, seeing where he was coming from. It was incredibly uncommon for a young woman to 'save' two grown men and bring them home. Perhaps they thought she intended to accuse them of something heinous or something.

Disgust at the very thought caused the fire in her blood to quell slightly. It would probably be best not to take offense to these questions, but it's not like she could answer them either.

"I'm not sure..." Cynthia began, seeing the two boys share a look.

There was no way she could tell them what she'd seen. What she'd felt. They'd never believe it, and if they did... well that might be even scarier. The young woman had to say something though. They'd answered her questions the best they could earlier, the least she could do was the same.