Rebecca Warren and The Third Wizarding War

Chapter 21: The Interrogation

Darkness swirled inside Rebecca's head as she looked mournful at a wall. She had been taken in by MACUSA aurors. She awaited an investigator to walk into the room. She had been chained to a chair by her ankles and only her right arm was free while the left was shackled onto the table she sat at. She only had her thoughts to herself. Not thirty minutes ago, Blake was murdered by Delphi Lestrange, daughter of Lord Voldemort. Rebecca recounted everything she seen. She replayed his death over and over. She was too weak to stop herself. However she cried less and less each time, but sadness and dismal was replaced with anger and vengeance.

The door into the room opened and in walked two people- a witch and a wizard. They both wore long dark coats. The wizard had a black fedora on. He took a seat opposite Rebecca while the witch stood guard with her wand by her side. The wizard had a small stack of paper on the desk and started looking over them.

"Rebecca Andrea Warren..." He said with curiosity. "You've got quite the record. Multiple fights reported in school at both Ilvermorny and Hogwarts, wanted for treason in Britain, assisting a fugitive from justice..."

Rebecca didn't speak. She wasn't in the mood to be questioned. They had to know Delphi was behind it. They fought her before she escaped. The wizard continued on when he realized he wouldn't get any response.

"Miss Warren, because of your presense in America, you have nearly exposed our world to the no-majs. Over a hundred obliviators had to ensure every no-maj in and around Pennsylvania Station had no recollection of the fight that ensued on Platform four. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to perform magic on their electronics?"

Again, Rebecca said nothing. She had no idea where the wizard was going with this interrogation. He was getting impatient though.

"Miss Warren, you brought your war to America and I have every right to send you and your sister back to Britain and turn you in to the Ministry of Magic."

Rebecca broke her silence. "You do that and we're dead."

"That's not my problem." The wizard said. "No-majs are dead because of you."

"I didn't kill anyone! It was Delphi Lestrange!" Rebecca said with her fist clenched. "And she killed my godbrother!"

"We have confirmation from the Minister himself that Miss Lestrange was in Britain during the time of the attack." The wizard said cooly.

"But you fought her in the station!" Rebecca yelled.

"We do not know who that was, but MACUSA is doing everything we can to find them. Now, you, your sister, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy, as well as their relatives will be on the way to Britain in the next few hours-"

The door to the room opened and a short, plump man walked in with a top hat on. Behind him was a witch with curly blonde hair.

"Mister President?" The wizard asked.

"Mr. Bancroft, your interrogation is over." President Quahog said sharply. "Miss Evans will take over from here."

The blond witch approached Rebecca with her wand out and with a wave, the shackles were clicked open. Rebecca hadn't moved as she was caught off guard who had been interrogating her.

"Mister President, sir. I assure you I have this under control." Mr. Bancroft said.

"I was listening in and as far as I'm concerned, you did not. Miss Evans will follow through with this investigation and you will be dismissed from this room immidiately. You and I have something else to discuss in private."

Mr. Bancroft reluctantly stood up and followed the president out of the room. Miss Evans closed the door back and sat down to face Rebecca.

"Hello. Rebecca, is it?" She said warmly.