Chapter 57.4- Doom Days

“And the spell for casting the Dark Mark? I assure you that even I have not been able to figure it out. I doubt any of the Dark Lord’s most loyal would have given the spell away to a copycat killer.” He countered, seeming to enjoy the debate more than anything else.

“I’ll grant you that point, Headmaster. More likely, this was done by someone in the Inner Circle that we failed to catch”

“But then the question becomes why did they wait so long to do so?”

“No, Dumbledore, the question is why you assured me that the Boy Who Lived was living under the strongest wards outside of Hogwarts when all my forensics can assure me that whoever did this just waltzed right on through the front door” A stern voice that had featured in more than per of Tonks’ nightmares came from the door. They all turned to see the imperious form of Madame Bones walking through the door. By her side, Rufus Scrimgeor the Head Auror came in with his lion’s mane of hair. These two along with the Headmaster being here did more to drive home just how important this case was. Regardless of what the papers chose to say about him these days, Harry Potter was the closest thing the wizarding world had to royalty and the fact that his home had been attacked like this was going to be big news no matter what.

“Well, the answer for that is simple. The Wards the late Lily Potter set up were blood wards that were designed to work for as long as Harry Potter considered this place to be his home. Of course, the fact that there are no more wards here should tell you enough. Young Harry wasn’t here. He hasn’t been here for a while”

“He’s living with Black on the continent. I know that much” Bones said with a sniff before walking further into the room.

“No” She whispered when she took in the scene.

“It is exactly as I warned you, Amelia. The signs are clear. You see it clear as day. Only one person left his victims like this” The Headmaster said, and then as he spoke the body on the ceiling. The thin woman dropped to the floor with a splat.

“He hasn’t lost any of his taste for the dramatic has he?” The headmaster quipped before he drew his wand and a serious look appeared on his face. Tonks wondered what was going on before the body on the floor rose.

“What the hell is going on?” She heard one voice shout.

“You said the bodies were inert” She heard another shout.

“They fucking were”

“You disgust me, Dumbledore” The voices ceased as the woman’s voice spoke out. Except that there was something ethereal about it. Like the voice leaving her throat was not hers.

“Hello Tom” He said.