Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.

Note – This has no relation to any of my other stories. It was an idea that just kind of evolved in my head and I wanted to write it out. It's about three chapters long. I'll release the other two once I edit them. Maybe it's something I'll continue if you guys really like it and want me to. Anyways, read and enjoy.

Auror Department Case Files

Chapter One: The Best of the Best

Cameras flashed as men walked around the living room of a rundown flat. While it wasn't the most glamourous of places, it looked worse with all the broken furniture, pieces of glass, and destruction that showed signs of a struggle.

In middle of it all laid a lifeless body. A young woman, no older than twenty-six, laid dead among the destruction. Blood stained her clothes, and was splattered across her face. There were deep gashes along her arms, two across her neck. And a deep, gruesome hole punctured through her stomach.

"Bloody hell," an older man mumbled as he looked at the scene. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking uncertain on what to do.

"Captain?" a younger man addressed hesitantly. He looked a little pale, as if he was going to be sick at the sight of the corpse and the torture.

The captain sighed heavily, as if the scene wore him down. "Call in the head of the Auror Department. Hell, call in their best." He couldn't help but stare at the blood that stained the carpet just above the woman's head.

It spelled out MUDBLOOD.

"You know, there are dozens of cases out there," Hugo Weasley commented from his desk. His brown hair was short, the ends curling slightly, just barely touching the tips of his ears. He was tall and lean, his legs sticking out into the main walkway.

"There have been threats to the Minister of Magic, and the muggle Prime Minister. There have been a few cases of disappearances, murders," Hugo continued to list. "But our team is never assigned to any of them, and do you know why?"

"Enlighten me," Albus Potter quipped as he continued to read the book in his hands. Albus was almost a carbon copy of his father. He'd even been mistaken for the famous Harry Potter a few times. His almond-shaped green eyes were prominent behind his glasses, and his black hair was a mess, sticking up in the back.

Hugo crossed his arms. "It's because Dad and Uncle Harry are afraid of our mothers. So they refrain from putting us on the field as much."

Albus grinned, but didn't divert his attention from his book. "I can't blame them. Mum and Aunt Hermione can be downright terrifying when they're angry."

Hugo sighed. "I'd just rather be doing something other than consulting on other team cases. I prefer to be doing something."

"Face it, Huey, they won't send us out until it's a real emergency, and really dangerous," Louis Weasley stated as he pulled up a chair to Hugo's desk. "It's the downfall to getting the best test results during our training years." Louis was definitely a Veela by blood, even if such a thing was rare. He had a perfectly structured face with beautiful features. His hair was thick, blonde, and wavy. There wasn't a woman that wasn't attracted to the lone male Veela of the Weasley family.

Hugo groaned. "What's the point of getting put on the top team of the department when we don't get to do anything?"

"Because we are the best team, Father chooses to task us with the more top priority cases," Albus replied. "Thankfully, those kinds of cases aren't common. Really, you should be happy that violent crimes aren't a big trend. If you want more action, I'd suggest requesting a transfer to another team."

Hugo rolled his eyes. "As if Uncle Harry would actually move me to another team," he mumbled.

"Someone ordered a lunch from the Leaky Cauldron?" Scorpius Malfoy announced as he dropped a bag onto Albus's desk. Scorpius was just a bit shorter than Hugo, with a broad and strong body. He had short, honey blonde hair that was spiked up in the front, along with steel grey eyes. He and Albus had been best friends at Hogwarts, both being in Slytherin House together. They not only joined the Auror Department together, but also shared a flat as well.

"Thank you," Albus said gratefully as he set aside his book, and began to pull out his lunch.

Scorpius sat at his desk, which was next to Hugo's. "So, where's the rest of the team?"

"James and Brian are talking with Dad, and Lily was sent to handle an issue with the press in the Atrium," Albus explained before taking a large bite of his sandwich.

"I don't know how she can handle them that easily. Those reporters can be like vampires!" Louis said sympathetically.

"Hey, guys!" They all turned to see Brian Finnigan approaching them. His sandy-colored hair was a bit of a mess around his brow, his blue eyes shining brightly, despite the scowl on his face. Brian was the leader of their small team, despite only being 27-years-old.

Hugo sat up straight, eager. "Brian! Are they giving us a case?"

Brian just motioned for them to follow. "We have a team meeting with Head Auror Potter. Conference Room, now," he instructed.

The team was just getting situated in the conference room when the door opened, and in slipped Lily Potter. She was short, with a slender and feminine figure. Her hair was a vivid and dark red, and was pulled into a neat and simple ponytail, only her bangs loose and brushing above her brown eyes.

She sighed, her annoyance obvious to them. "I was able to get the press out, but you might want to tell Captain Wolfe that they're not going to go away for long," she mumbled as she took a seat between Louis and Scorpius.

"Thank you, Princess," Harry Potter said briefly. Lily almost rolled her eyes. Even though she was not only an Auror, but part of a specialized and skilled team in the department, he still called her princess.

"First off," Harry addressed the team, holding up a picture. It was of a young woman, pretty with brown hair. Her smile was bright as she laughed. "This is Jennifer Whitmore. A 25-year-old muggle-born witch. She's been working as a barmaid for the last two years. This morning she was found dead in her flat." Now he passed around a folder to each of them. They all pulled out their papers, and on top was the scene of her murder.

"Mudblood," Hugo muttered, glaring at the photo.

Scorpius sighed as he dropped his papers onto the table. "Another pureblood maniac," he commented. "Not that I'm not disgusted, but this seems almost too simple."

"There's one other thing," Harry assured. "This is the sixth murder. All of them have had the same message spelled out in blood above the bodies. Those scenes and reports are in your folders."

Lily flipped through them. "Six murders. While the message is the same, the torture methods are different. Are we sure it's only one person?"

"Look at Whitmore's flat," Louis pointed out. "All that damage, it's obvious there was a struggle. If there was more than one perpetrator, she wouldn't have been able to put up such a fight. This was a one-on-one fight."

"If this guy's pulled off six murders and has been leaving messages like that, why are we just hearing about it now?" James Potter questioned. According to Molly and Arthur Weasley, James looked exactly like the grandfather he was named after. And while he was known to play a prank or two, he had matured after becoming an Auror, and took his job seriously.

"This case was originally given to a small task force of hit wizards. But as you can tell by looking through the pictures, the forms of torture and the wounds have gotten more gruesome. And they have no leads, and feel they can no longer do this alone. While the public doesn't yet know about the 'mudblood' message at the murder sites, they're afraid of that information getting out. If it did, it'd cause a panic, as we all know. They want this case solved soon, and I agree with them," Brian explained.

Hugo looked over the pictures of the other murder scenes. "So, where do we start?"

"James, Louis, Albus, and I will be going to meet the leader of the hit wizard team that's on the case and to look over all of their files on the case. Scorpius, Hugo, and Lily, you go to the more recent crime scene. See what you can find," Brian instructed.

Lily raised a brow. "You don't want me with you? Shouldn't I go to tell their team how to deal with the media pressure?"

"Normally, yes," Brian agreed. "But we've been told that the media has been trying to swarm into the most recent crime scene, and are trying to get a look and get the information they aren't being given by the authorities. I need you to be there to deal with that. It's much more important."

She nodded. "Understood."

Brian looked at them all. "You have ten minutes to get ready before we Apparate."

Brian Sean Finnigan had always known that he wanted to be an Auror. It was never a question. Ever since he heard the story of how his mother, Lavender Finnigan, had been attacked by a horrible man and werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, he wanted to become someone who worked to stop those things from happening. Someone that stopped men like that from walking free. He had worked hard during his school years, striving to receive the best marks. He'd graduated from Hogwarts as top of his class, and immediately joined the Auror Department. He pushed through the training, never giving up, and never settling for anything less than fantastic.

And now that he was the captain of the best and most elite team in the Auror Department, he felt the same about his work. He was always pushing himself and his team to perfection.

"What do we know about this team of hit wizards?" Albus questioned softly as they walked into the headquarters of the hit wizards. "Are they an elite team? Or are we dealing with amateurs?"

"I've no clue," Brian admitted. "Your father never mentioned."

"Excuse me?"

The four men stopped as a young woman approached them. They ignored how her eyes obviously lingered heavily on Louis. Louis smiled politely at her. "Yes? What can we do for you?"

She blushed heavily under his smile. "Are you the Aurors that Captain Sterner is expecting?"

Louis nodded. "That would be us. At least, some of us. Can you take us to him?"

She nodded. "Of course! I'll take you to his office. My name is Leanne, by the way," she said in a flirtatious manner.

Louis smiled, giving his charm in full force. "Well it's lovely to meet you," he commented as they began to walk.

James elbowed his cousin. "No need to make her swoon when we're on the job," he joked quietly.

Louis chuckled softly. "What's the point of having good looks if you never use them?" he quipped.

They were then ushered into a small conference room, Leanne giving Louis a flirtatious wink before closing the door behind them. An older man stood before a large board with multiple pictures hanging from it. He turned at the sound of their arrival, and hurried around the table.

"You must be the Auror team Mr. Potter sent. I'm glad to have your help! I'm Stan Sterner, the captain on this case," he said as he shook their hands. He was a middle-aged man who was balding. He was portly, and dressed almost casual for a work day.

"We're happy to help," Brian insisted. "I'm Auror Brian Finnigan. These are Aurors Louis Weasley, and James and Albus Potter. The rest of our team is at the latest crime scene. One of them is our media specialist, so she'll be able to keep any information secret and away from the press."

Captain Sterner looked visibly relieved. "I'm glad to hear that. And when I can I meet your captain?"

"That would be myself," Brian spoke. "I'm the team leader."

Captain Sterner looked at him with wide eyes, but Brian stayed calm. This was always the reaction. "Oh! . . . Oh, I apologize. I just . . . well I expected someone older and more . . . experienced."

"Sir, Brian is the best," James spoke in defense. "You'll see that soon enough."

Captain Sterner gave a nod, although still looked a bit surprised and uncertain. "Yes, well, all the case files are here. This board here has all the pictures of the victims and their information. I've put them in order from the first victim to the latest. So far there are no connections between victims that stand out," he explained.

"Do you have pictures of the crime scenes?" Brian asked as the four Aurors moved around the table to look at the board.

"Uh, yes!" Captain Sterner said as he began to dig through one of the boxes. He pulled out a number of files. "These are all the pictures and notes taken while at the crime scenes."

"James, Louis, start looking through those. See if you find anything the normal eye would have missed," Brian instructed as he began looking at the victims. "Albus, can you start putting together a map? Include the victims' homes, murder sites, and for now, where they work. Once we figure out their routines, we might find out where they were when they were targeted by the murderer."

"On it," Albus said with a nod.

Brian scanned the first victim. "Maggie Reinhart. Why did he start with you?"

Scorpius, Lily, and Hugo arrived in Diagon Alley, and could easily see the number of reporters surrounding the outside of a building.

Lily sighed. "Ok, here's what I need you two to do. First off, say as little as possible. Just keep moving until you're inside the building. Second, if asked, you tell them we are just here to help consult. We are not taking this case into our hands. Saying so tells them that this case is more serious than they were told. We want to keep information secret, we can't let on the seriousness of the case," she instructed.

Scorpius nodded. "Ok. Anything else?"

"You only tell them that we so far know nothing about this case, or the victim. Again, insist that we are just consulting. This case is still in the hands of the hit wizards," Lily added. "We have to stress that."

"And what will you be doing?" Hugo inquired as they got closer to the crowd.

Lily straightened her posture, her heels clicking against the sidewalk. "I'm going to stall them so you can get inside and to the flat without them trying to follow you in."

As soon they made their way to the door, they were hounded with questions.

"Mr. Malfoy, is it true that the Auror Department is taking this case into their own hands?"

"We're just here to offer our help and to consult. This case is still in the hands of the hit wizards," Scorpius stated firmly.

"Mr. Weasley, is it true that these recent murders are due to a psychopath that lives here in Diagon Alley?"

"We have no information about this case yet. We're just here to offer advice," Hugo replied.

"Is it true that there could be more murders than the hit wizards know about?"

Lily turned as they reached the door, sending a knowing look to her partners, before looking to the reporters. "As of right now, our team of Aurors has no information concerning this case, the victims, or the suspect. We have only been asked here to look at the case, and offer any help and intel we can to the team of hit wizards heading this case. I can tell you that a press conference will be held concerning this case, but as of now the time and place has yet to be determined. That information will be released to everyone as soon as the hit wizards are ready to speak. That's all I can tell you as of now."

With a simple twist, Lily spun on her heels and walked into the building, ignoring all other questions and calls of her name. She found both Hugo and Scorpius waiting for her near a hall entrance.

Scorpius raised a brow. "That was quick. Go well?"

Lily sighed. "As good as it ever goes. Shall we?"

The three of them continued down the hall. "We're looking for 118," Hugo said as they walked.

"Not hard to find," Scorpius commented as they came to an open door with a number of people walking around. There was the occasional flash from a camera, and a quiet murmur of voices. They walked into the flat, and were immediately greeted by the scene they had seen photos of earlier. The body had been moved, but the outline remained, as did the blood surrounding it.

"Even more of a mess than the pictures showed," Hugo muttered as he looked around.

"It makes me think," Lily commented.

"About?" Scorpius questioned as he kneeled down by where the body once was.

"That this wasn't a struggle between two people," Lily thought aloud. "There had to be at least three people. And this wasn't caused by force. This was magic."

"Could be relevant," Hugo said with a nod as he examined the blood-written MUDBLOOD. Disgusted, he turned away and began to look around the kitchen area.

"Or extremely when you consider one important detail," Lily said as she began searching through a desk in the corner.

"Which is?" Hugo asked.

"Why has no one found her wand?"

Scorpius looked up to Lily, but she was flipping through a small book. "She has a point. There's been no sight of her wand. Think it could be consistent with the other murder victims?"

"Even if she's the first, it's something to keep in mind," Lily replied. "Because if she's the first, then why? What about her made them take her wand with them? If she's not the first, then why are they taking the wands in the first place?"

"Did Whitmore live alone?" Hugo asked.

"Yeah, it's a one room flat," Scorpius stated as he approached Lily, who was still flipping pages in a small notebook.

"No boyfriend?"

"None that was reported," Lily told him. "And neighbors don't recall seeing anyone ever come back to her flat with her. Why?"

Hugo waved them over, and pointed into the sink. "Two coffee mugs are sitting in here and haven't been washed."

Lily leaned against the counter. "Ok, so this could mean two things. Either Whitmore knew her murderer, and let him in…"

"Or we have another victim that we have yet to find," Scorpius finished with a heavy sigh. "This could be bad."

"What are the chances that another victim could have turned up in a missing persons?" Hugo wondered.

"Not likely. If there is another victim, this only happened last night," Scorpius mentioned. "It hasn't been long enough for someone to be considered missing. Plus, it was most likely an adult, seeing as it looks to be coffee they were drinking. Usually, an adult it less likely to be considered missing this quick."

"We need to know her routine," Hugo commented. "Any signs of a book of appointments, anything?"

"We're not likely to find one," Lily replied. "She was a barmaid that worked odd hours. Most I found was a book of addresses. No calendar, or schedule."

"Let's walk through this," Scorpius said as he began to walk to the door. "Now there was obviously a struggle. That means that the suspect couldn't have known her. If so, he would have been able to sneak behind her. There would be no struggle or mess."

"So he forced his way in with two people in the flat," Hugo added.

Scorpius stood at the door. "No, there is no damage to the door, which means he probably just unlocked it with magic. Simple enough. He opened the door…"

"Whitmore and her guest were already done with coffee," Lily said as she walked to the living area. "The mugs were already in the sink, waiting to be washed."

"The most damage was done to this room. Hardly any was done to the bedroom, none to the bathroom," Hugo added.

"So they were in here, maybe sitting at the couch," Scorpius said as he took out his wand. "His wand would be in hand."

"Both Whitmore and her guest would have stood up, surprised and maybe scared, at his entrance," Lily narrated as she stood where the couch looked to have been. "They wouldn't have their wands in their hands, because they weren't expecting an attack."

"He wouldn't want to kill Whitmore yet, so he most likely sent an easier spell at her, wanting to disable her from getting away," Scorpius thought. "But at that point, the other victim would have been able to get their wand and fire back at the assailant."

"This is shown by the scorch mark here by the door," Hugo pointed out. "They missed."

"But they would have given Whitmore time to grab her wand," Lily stated. "And it would give the attacker the chance to throw another spell."

"The couch went first," Scorpius picked up. "He blew it up, explaining the scattered and broken pieces that still remain of the couch. It would also leave Whitmore open to his sight."

"He doesn't care about this other victim, just Whitmore," Hugo murmured. "He knows she's a muggle-born witch, but nothing about the other victim. For all he knows, they could be a pureblood, and he doesn't want to harm a pureblood."

"Whitmore cares about this other victim, and tells them to run," Lily said as she walked to the hall. "So he does, and makes it to the bedroom and locks the door. But there are no windows in her room, giving them no ability to escape."

"He keeps his focus on Whitmore, she's the real target," Scorpius continued. "And they duel until he eventually disarms her. At that point . . . she's knocked out and most likely paralyzed. Then . . . then he goes back for the other victim. This person saw his face, and he can't have anyone catching him while he's on his crusade."

Lily looked down the hall. "He doesn't bother with unlocking the door, because the element of surprise has passed. He blows the door off its hinges. And somehow, he finds the victim, and is able to subdue them, possibly knock them unconscious too."

"Then he has time to do his work on Whitmore. Torturing her, killing her, and then leaving his bloody message," Hugo said. "But he has to take the other victim with him, because he cannot leave loose ends. He cannot be stopped."

Scorpius ran a hand through his hair as he thought through their narration. "But this attacker is interested only in ridding the world of muggle-borns. And he doesn't know this victim. So until he figures out this person's lineage, he will be kept alive. And if he finds that this victim is indeed a muggle-born, he will kill him. If he's not, we may just find this person alive."

"This guy is impulsive, not someone that will be easy to reason with. He's on a mission, but he's too eager," Louis stated as he looked over a dozen pictures of all the murder sites.

Brian looked away from the reports in front of him. "Why do you say that?"

Louis pushed a picture his way. "Look at all these scenes. None of them are clean, and I'm not talking about the blood. These rooms have been practically destroyed. In every murder, there was a struggle. He never surprised them enough to get them quickly and quietly," he explained.

"So he never took the time to scope his victims out, learn their routines and schedules," James added. "Impulsive. So he's most likely young, between the ages of 20 to 35."

"Let's go 17 to 35," Brian corrected. "I don't want to leave out the chance of a younger assailant. They are the most impulsive and eager to carry out their desires."

"He's getting use to murder," James mentioned. "Reports say that the first body had a lot of shallow and jagged cuts. That means he hesitated. But he's progressed. In latest victims, their cuts are clean and deep. The torture is also more brutal. His anger is taking over during these murders."

"Al, do we have a geographic profile?" Brian questioned.

"Nothing that will help us," Albus sighed. "These victims are too spread apart. They live in different parts of London, their works are spread out for the most part, and one even commutes out of London for work."

"Which means?" James questioned.

"It means that these victims have all gone to one place where he's seen them. Maybe a bar, a store, could be anything," Albus answered. "Or, it could mean that he never saw them before, and they never saw him. He could have found out their blood status some other way, and targeted them because of it."

"Where could someone get information like that?" Louis demanded with a scowl.

"Most common are the ministry and hospitals," Brian replied. "But if that's the case, he'd have to work at one of those places."

"If he did get them from any of those places, it would make finding this guy a lot easier," James sighed

The door to the conference room opened, and Lily, Scorpius, and Hugo walked in. "What did you find?" Brian asked, still looking at the report on the first victim.

"We're fairly certain that the suspect kidnapped another victim after murdering Jennifer Whitmore," Lily stated.

This caught everyone's attention. "What?" Captain Sterner yelled, his eyes wide with horror.

"We found two recently used coffee mugs in the sink, unwashed," Hugo told them. "And the scene looked too disastrous to be done by only two people."

"And we found it unlikely that Whitmore knew the assailant, otherwise he would have disabled her without such a struggle," Scorpius finished.

Sterner dropped back into his seat, looking like he'd aged another five years. "So we have another dead body," he whispered.

"Maybe not," Scorpius replied as they came to sit. He pulled a chair out for Lily, who sat down silently. "This guy is only going after muggle-borns. And he obviously didn't stalk Whitmore beforehand, so he didn't know about her guest. So for all he knows right now, this other victim is a pureblood, and he doesn't want to kill a pureblood."

"So there's a chance this other person is still alive?" James mumbled.

"For now," Lily retorted. "If he finds out that they're a muggle-born, we'll soon find another body."

Brian groaned as he rubbed his eyes. "Ok, ok, let's start running with this. Hugo, go to the Ministry and talk to Minister Kingsley. See if there was any breach of records concerning blood status lately. If he has nothing, go talk to lower level workers, maybe even go talk to your mum. She might have heard something. Dig until you're sure there's nothing."

"Got it," Hugo said before getting up and leaving the room.

"Albus, I want you to go to St. Mungo's and ask the same questions. Find if they had a breach or a break-in," Brian instructed.

Albus nodded. "I'll let you know as soon as I find anything," he said before following Hugo out of the room.

"Louis, go to Whitmore's workplace. See if anyone there went home with her last night. Ask her coworkers and boss about her life, her routine, anything," Brian continued. "James, you and I will be going to Whitmore's building. We're going to talk to her neighbors, especially the one that found her body. Lily, I want you and Scorpius to investigate into the first victim, Maggie Reinhart. The first victim is always the most important, and we need to figure out why he started with her."

"I told the press we'd hold a conference," Lily spoke quickly, avoiding Scorpius's eyes. "Shouldn't I get Captain Sterner prepared for that?"

But Brian shook his head, much to her chagrin. "No, we don't have any information we can give them yet. We'll hold off on that. Right now, we need to figure out why he targeted Reinhart, and how."

Lily sighed heavily. "Ok. We'll come back when we have something," she mumbled. Then she stood up and walked out of the room.

Scorpius ran a hand over his face before following her. But Brian quickly spoke. "Scorpius?"

Scorpius turned to look at Brian. "Yeah?"

Brian scowled, looking curious and concern. "Is there a problem between you and Lily?"

There was the slightest pause before he shook his head. "No. No problem at all. We'll let you know what we find about Reinhart."