Note: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I have so much going on right now, but I managed to squeeze in a chapter for you guys. I hope you like it.
(I did pretty well at the performance, by the way! Thank you for all the encouragement!)
"Where are we?"
Harry glanced around the room he had just apparated into. It was a living room, filled with dark red and black furniture. Several items around the room glowed bright green, and Harry eyed them suspiciously.
"This is the crime scene for the first victim, according to Weasley." Snape replied, his eyes scanning across the room.
Harry frowned slightly.
"You can call him Ron, you know. And can we get some light in here? I can barely see anything."
Snape arched an eyebrow.
"I wasn't aware that you needed light to see glowing artifacts. But by all means, open the blinds."
Harry blushed, though he tried to hide it.
"Maybe there's other clues around here! We wouldn't be able to see them in the dark, that's all I'm saying." He retorted, trying to explain himself.
"We are here to look for horcruxes, and nothing else. If there's any other evidence, the Auror's will find it."
Harry let out a sigh and walked away from the window without bothering to open the curtains.
"I guess. So what's the plan? You want me to just look at all the glowing objects? What am I even looking for anyway?"
Snape rolled his eyes.
"Just point out all the dark artifacts that you can see. There are several spells I can cast to detect soul magic. If you don't remember, I have dealt with horcruxes before."
Harry gave a slight nod, and pointed to a silver picture frame. Snape raised his eyebrow once more.
"A picture frame? Are you sure? Maybe the potion isn't working correctly-"
"I'm sure. You brewed the potion, so I doubt it's wrong."
Snape looked doubtful, but he began to chant several Latin phrases under his breath anyway. Two minutes later, he glanced up.
"Nothing." He announced. "Nothing that I could detect at least."
"This is going to take forever. Maybe you should just teach me the spells-"
"No. Absolutely not. If done wrong the spells can be deadly. It'll be easier if I just do it."
Harry hated being brushed aside, but he didn't argue. There wasn't time.
"Alright. The next one is over there. It's the red book on the side table."
Snape gave him a curt nod, then once more raised his wand.
Harry sighed and leaned against the back wall. It was going to be a long day.
*******
Two Days Later
"Weasley! Do you have the reports I need on Miss Bates?"
"Yes, sir. They should be in your inbox." Ron replied, rubbing at his tired eyes.
It seemed like he hadn't slept in days, and Hermione certainly wasn't helping. She had been so wound up lately, between pregnancy hormones and the case.
Kingsley regarded him carefully for a long moment, then gave him a slow nod.
"Good. Thank you. Has Potter made any progress?"
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