Chapter Five: A Vision in Madness
Harry surveyed the crime
scene with a lump of bile rising in his throat. The M.L.E.S. had done a good
job of marking and labeling the physical evidence. That would make his job
easier. Glancing around, he noted Ron walking towards him.
ÒHell of a mess,Ó Harry said
softly.
ÒBrutal,Ó Ron agreed. ÒI
havenÕt seen anything this nasty since the war.Ó
ÒIt doesnÕt carry any of the
trademarks of a Death Eater attack,Ó Harry observed. ÒIn fact, it looks rather
like a Muggle did this.Ó
ÒIt does,Ó Ron agreed, Òbut I
donÕt think this was the work of a Muggle. ThereÕd be no reason for them attack
a patient at St. MungoÕs, even if they knew where it was.Ó
ÒWhy attack Kathleen, period? SheÕs been locked in the loony bin for years. I
donÕt see any way for her to upset anyone. ThereÕs always the possibility that
this was a random attack, I suppose,Ó Harry said. ÒWe canÕt be sure until I
examine the room.Ó
ÒYou want to look at the
initial scans?Ó
ÒNo, thanks,Ó Harry said
absent-mindedly. ÒDo you mind clearing everyone out? IÕm going to try something thatÕs supposed to be purely
theoretical.Ó
ÒWill it hold up in court?Ó
ÒIt should. ItÕs Hermione
Weasley theory. ThatÕs usually pretty unshakeable.Ó Exchanging a grin, Harry
and Ron separated. Moments later, the few people whoÕd been snapping
photographs and marking mysterious things down on clipboards exited the room
and Harry was able to observe the crime scene alone.
They had yet to remove the
body, and the grotesque position of the corpse had initially made Harry a
little light-headed. Having survived a war with Voldemort, he was intimately
acquainted with death, but time had softened him and he was no longer used to
seeing such atrocities. There was no need for it, he thought bitterly, sinking
to a squatting position, looking around the room. He was no criminal
investigator, but he could tell the majority of the crime had been done the
Muggle way. He was looking, then, for remnants of a Silencing Charm, or
something <else?> that would have prevented the Healers on duty from
noticing that such a violent, presumably noisy, crime was taking place.
The other problem was the
amount of time the killer had to commit the crime. Killing someone this
brutally would be slow, especially if the victim were conscious enough to fight
her attacker, as it looked like Kathleen had from the bruises and scrapes on
her arms.
Rising to his feet, Harry
spread out his arms and said in a quiet but firm voice, ÒNarratio.Ó His
ability to perform magic without a wand had developed during the war with
Voldemort, but he preferred not to demonstrate his talent in front of large
crowds.
Instantly, the room came
alight, a web of colors displaying all the magic that had taken place in this
room within the last day. Immediately, he was able to detect the pattern for a
restraining charm, distinctly marked by pulsing red in loops around the bed
posts. There were some other frivolous charms, like the one that had, at some
point, produced flowers on the coffee table. That was an interesting piece of
magic for someone who didnÕt have very many visitors, Harry thought. Perhaps a
kindly nurse had performed the charm. There wasnÕt anyone on the visitors list
for the last several days, but the murderer hadnÕt signed in when he showed up
to kill her, either.
He walked over to the window,
where the assailant had obviously entered. There was evidence of a hastily
attempted, but failed, Reparo
charm. Someone had tried to cover his tracks and had failed miserably. Or maybe
he just felt guilty about destroying St. MungoÕs property because there was no
sign that he had broken in using a spell.
ÒRon!Ó Harry called as he
walked over to the body, examining the web of magic that surrounded it, and was
immediately fascinated by what he saw.
Barreling inside, Ron rushed
to HarryÕs side, then gaped a bit at the colorful web surrounding him. ÒBlimey,
is this what HermioneÕs been up to lately?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Harry said
distractedly. ÒLook Ron. See that line from the bed to where the body is laying
now?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Ron said. ÒDoes that
mean they moved her body magically?Ó
Harry nodded. ÒDoesnÕt make
much sense, does it? You break into St. MungoÕs using some sort of crude Muggle
tool, you break a witchÕs neck, supposedly through a severe trauma, also
without magic, but you move the
body magically and attempt to repair the glass of the window as you escape?Ó
ÒStrange,Ó Ron muttered. ÒNot
a very smart move on our criminalÕs part. Although we would have never guessed
that she broke her neck elsewhere and then was moved here.Ó
Harry nodded. ÒI think he, or
she, was very careful about this. IÕm surer now than ever that this was
planned. I donÕt think we can lay the blame of this one on a random crazy
person. Whoever did this was out to get Kathleen specifically.Ó
ÒAre we certain they broke
her neck the Muggle way?Ó Ron asked, leaning down to turn the head of the body.
ÒIt looks to me like there
are finger marks,Ó Harry commented. ÒI suppose it could be magical bruising.
Has anyone scanned the body for curse residue?Ó
ÒThatÕs usually done at the
lab,Ó Ron said, pushing himself all the way upright. ÒIt seems to me that
someone went a long way out of their way to make sure you thought it was a
Muggle or a Squib that did this.Ó
ÒOdd how it happens the night
before youÕre supposed to visit, too,Ó Ron said. ÒEspecially since GinnyÕs been
having those dreams, visions, whatever.Ó
ÒSeems like a lot of
coincidences. ThereÕs a lot of interest springing up suddenly about my mum and
dad, and IÕd like to know why.Ó Harry ended the spell with a wave of his hand and
walked out of the door. ÒI mean, Ginny starts to have the dreams, and then
Remus pulls Kathleen out of nowhereÉ. IÕve got a sneaking suspicion IÕm not
being told the whole truth about something.Ó
ÒDo you suppose someone or
something is sending Ginny the dreams?Ó
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Harry
admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. ÒShe canÕt sleep at
night. SheÕs irritable during the day, and sometimes she starts crying for no
reason. You know, more so than she has been because of the pregnancy.Ó
Ron winced in sympathy.
ÒThatÕs rough, mate.Ó
ÒI just donÕt want something
to happen to her or the baby. If she doesnÕt get enough rest, and she canÕt
take care of herself, wellÉ The Healers think she definitely needs to get more
sleep, otherwise there might be complications in labor. She might be too tired
to push, and then theyÕll have to open her up magically. ThatÕs always more
complicated.Ó
Ron sighed and moved to the
door, opening it for Harry. ÒHarry, why donÕt you concentrate on figuring out
the Ginny problem, yeah? IÕll focus on working out who did this here.Ó
Harry yawned and stretched.
ÒGinnyÕs dreams sound more and more like visions every day,Ó he said. ÒWe
havenÕt had much luck doing research to try and fix this problem, so I think
IÕm going to go visit HogwartsÕ resident Divination expert.Ó
Ron paused and turned. ÒTrelawney? Are you out of your mind?
The womanÕs mental.Ó
ÒNo, Ron. Firenze.Ó
ÒOh, right. I knew you meant
that,Ó Ron said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, a bit embarrassed. ÒLet me
know how that goes, will you? I donÕt think youÕll get much out of him. He
never was very comprehensible in school.Ó
ÒOf course. YouÕll hear from
me tonight, no matter what.Ó Harry said, laying a hand on RonÕs shoulder.
ÒI appreciate that,Ó Ron
said, shaking his head. ÒSheÕs my baby sister, yeah? If anyoneÕs deserved an
easy life, itÕs you and Ginny.Ó
ÒNo one agrees with you more
than I do,Ó Harry said with a sigh, and at that, the two friends shook hands
quickly and went their separate ways.
**
Ginny was tired. In a back-aching, tunnel-vision, mind-numbing sort of
way. It was bad enough to be nearly nine months pregnant, but now Ginny was
afraid to even close her eyes. Sometimes the visions, as she had come to think
of them, were pleasant, but other times they were downright disturbing, and
they were never restful.
In desperation, sheÕd gone to
the Healer once more and demanded something to help her sleep, uninterrupted by
dreams. Unfortunately, all the potions that performed this duty were considered
unsafe to be used by pregnant women, though the Healers were very concerned
about her lack of rest.
Ginny had begun to wonder if
this was going to be her life – visions every night and unrelenting
exhaustion during the day. She simply couldnÕt live this way. Before the baby
came, she would need to rest. How would she cope with a lifetime of restless
nights?
There was a knock on the door
and Ginny waddled her way to answer it. When she saw who was, she smiled
sympathetically and enveloped Remus in a warm hug.
ÒHello, Remus,Ó she said,
stepping aside. ÒPlease, come in.Ó
There was an awkward silence
as Ginny searched for something to say to Remus that would acknowledge his
loss. Although she had no idea how close Remus had been to Kathleen, she knew
it would still be painful to lose anyone from her class of Gryffindors and
imagined it would be the same for him, as well.
ÒRemus, IÕm so sorryÉ.Ó
Remus swallowed and smiled
painfully. ÒIÕm fine, Ginny. ItÕs just a bit strange to be the only one left.
IÕm not really here to wallow in my misery, though. Has Harry or Ron sent you
any word about how the investigationÕs going?Ó
ÒNo. Harry left earlier this
morning. Ron said that the dark magic scans had come back with strange results,
so they called in Harry.Ó
Remus chuckled a bit
distractedly. ÒI donÕt know why Harry insists on calling himself a professional
Quidditch player when his real expertise lies in the Dark Arts. I suppose he
needed a break.Ó
Ginny smiled. ÒI think it
lets him sleep easier at night. Would you like a cup of tea while youÕre here,
Remus?Ó
Remus shook his head and sat
down on the couch in the living room. ÒNo, IÕm fine. I was here primarily to
see how you are doing.Ó
Ginny took a seat very
slowly. She was reminded once again that Remus was one of the best Defense
teachers sheÕd ever had. ÒI canÕt sleep at night. The dreams are all-consuming,
and theyÕve increased in intensity.Ó
ÒWell, IÕve been thinking and IÕve been doing some research,Ó
Remus said, leaning forward a bit. ÒHarry sent word to me that heÕs planning to
speak to Firenze later today. Perhaps heÕll know more about this than I do, but
I think that LilyÕs trying to communicate with you. ItÕs either that, or
someone is trying to drive you insane.Ó
ÒIÕve come to that conclusion
as well,Ó Ginny said honestly. ÒThe visions definitely seem to be purposeful --
more so now than they used to be.Ó
After a pause, Remus spoke.
ÒHow often would you say that Harry visits the Potter vault at Gringotts?Ó
ÒWhy do you ask?Ó Ginny
leaned forward, curious now.
ÒIt might be helpful in the
long run. IÕll explain but how often would you say he goes?
ÒOh, whenever he wants to
make a deposit. We donÕt make that many withdrawals. House payments and that
sort of thing are taken out automatically. SoÉ maybe once a month? Even then, I
donÕt think he actually goes in the vault.Ó
ÒI wonderÉ Lily was doing
some pretty serious work for the Order, and more specifically for Dumbledore, towards
the end of her life. Maybe this has something to do with that.Ó
ÒWhy has it become so urgent
all of a sudden, though?Ó Ginny asked. ÒYou would think, if itÕs so important,
it would have come up before this.Ó
ÒI canÕt give you the answers
right now,Ó Remus said honestly. ÒThereÕs nothing left at the original house in
GodricÕs Hollow. The only thing I can think of that might have anything
physical of value in solving this mystery is the vault. I know James had a
great deal of trust in the loyalty of the goblins, so they kept a lot of the
valuables there..Ó
ÒI can access the vault at
Gringotts by myself,Ó Ginny said, Òbut I donÕt feel comfortable doing it
without Harry.Ó
ÒIÕll doubt theyÕll take you
on the carts inside the bank while youÕre pregnant,Ó Remus said, laughing a
bit. ÒThey would be very afraid youÕll go into labor down there. Goblins arenÕt
the most empathetic creatures.Ó
Ginny giggled. ÒWell, I
wouldnÕt want to go into labor at the Gringotts bank either.Ó
ÒIÕm confident weÕre going to
get this worked out before that becomes a problem,Ó Remus said honestly.
ÒYouÕve got some of the best minds in Britain working on this.Ó
ÒI hope so,Ó Ginny said
shakily, Òbecause I donÕt know how much longer I can hold on to my sanity.Ó
**
Hermione scanned the letter
from Remus, informing her of the recent steps he and Harry had taken to try and
work out what was causing GinnyÕs visions. The end of the letter impressed the
urgency the situation had developed.
ÒSo many odd connections,Ó
Hermione said out loud, pacing around her library and pulling down a book from
the shelf. Flipping through it at random, she sighed in impatience. ÒWe should
be able to do more, somehow. ItÕs
on the tip of my tongueÉ.Ó
ÒTalking to yourself is the
first sign of insanity, you know,Ó her husbandÕs voice said from behind her.
ÒRon!Ó Whirling around, she
smiled brilliantly at Ron, who crossed the room and embraced her. Exchanging a
kiss, Hermione wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his
shoulders. ÒWhat are you doing home?Ó
ÒI had a bit of a break at
work,Ó Ron said, Òand I just thought IÕd pop home and see how youÕre doing.Ó
ÒI was wracking my brain,
trying to come up with a solution for Ginny. I hope Harry doesnÕt put all his
trust in Firenze having a solution. He never struck me as being particularly
helpful.Ó
ÒNo, heÕs not,Ó Ron admitted.
ÒHeÕs of the opinion that humans arenÕt capable of true Divination.Ó
ÒHeÕs probably right on that
score,Ó Hermione said, swaying slightly, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped
up in RonÕs arms. Ron was always so warm. ÒRemember during fifth year whenÉÓ
ÒWhat?Ó Ron pulled back
suddenly, watching in amusement as Hermione closed her eyes and moved her lips
in a silent dialog with herself.
ÒOcclumency! Using Leglimens
usually requires eye contact, but Harry and Voldemort were able to do it
because of their odd connection.Ó
ÒSo, whatÕs the connection
between Lily and Ginny, then?Ó Ron asked. ÒLily didnÕt try and kill Ginny.Ó
ÒNo, but it seems to me that
someoneÕs after Ginny, or maybe Ginny and Harry,Ó Hermione said with a sigh. ÒAnd it couldnÕt be at a worse
time.Ó
ÒDo you think thatÕs a
coincidence?Ó Ron asked. ÒI mean, if I were interested in destroying someone,
either physically or mentally, I would attack them while they were in a
vulnerable state.Ó
ÒBeing eight months pregnant
is about as vulnerable as it gets,Ó Hermione said. ÒIf this person, whomever he
or she is, is after GinnyÕs physical health, then she needs to be guarded all
the time.Ó
ÒAgreed. But sheÕs not going
to like it,Ó Ron said with a sheepish grin. ÒSheÕs going to rip my head right
off.Ó
ÒMaybe it would be best if
Harry tried to stay with her as much as possible. ThereÕs not much better
protection in the world than Harry. When heÕs not there, one of us should be
there. We can be subtle about this.Ó
Ron snorted. ÒWell, we can
try. We are Weasleys, after all.Ó
**
AuthorÕs Notes: Thanks go
once again to Daily Prophet Reporting, my fabulous Phoenix Song beta and also to
Kat Morning, my other beta. They both do a fabulous job.