Summary: She was the Zeitgeist Girl – the face of the
Spirit of the Age. Beautiful, talented and engaged to one of the most famous men in the wizarding world. Astoria Greengrass had it all – except now she was dead.
Oliver Wood, ex Quidditch professional, is the detective in charge. Tough and experienced, he can break the most hardened criminal, but how will he manage to prise information from the Malfoys?
This is Equinox Chick of Hufflepuff writing for the 2011 Mysterious May Challenge in the Great Hall, Prompt #2.
This is also Carole of a house in London writing a mystery especially for Kara, a visitor to this fair land, because it's her birthday (and not because she's the judge).
Thank you Natalie (hestiajones) for beta'ing this story.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. She would probably come up with something far more original.
Categories: Mystery Characters: None
Warnings: Character Death, Mild Profanity, Sexual Situations
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 3
Completed: Yes
Word count: 8360
Read: 9213
Published: 05/16/11
Updated: 05/28/11
1. Chapter 1 - The Hero Enters by Equinox Chick
2. Chapter 2 - A Spirit Revived by Equinox Chick
3. Chapter 3 -Denouement by Equinox Chick
Chapter 1 - The Hero Enters by Equinox Chick
Oliver Wood landed expertly outside the grounds of Malfoy Manor. With his clearance level, he could have landed directly at the scene of the crime, but he wanted a moment to collect his thoughts. He stared through the bars of the wrought iron gates, taking in the mansion in all its glory. Apple trees swayed in the breeze, their soft, pink blossoms waving a gentle welcome to him. It was spring, the time of new life.
The irony did not escape him.
The albino peacock strutting past the gate did not falter when it saw Oliver. It turned its gaze towards him, preened one wing, and carried on its search for a roosting spot. He watched it walk away, and then taking a breath, Apparated directly into the grounds right in front of the granite steps leading up to the front door.
The message had come through less than ten minutes ago. The Ministry needed their best man on the case and Oliver Wood â“ former Puddlemere Keeper turned Ministry Law Enforcer â“ was the best they had. Intensely private, he was adept at sifting through others' secrets in a manner that laid the case bare before the criminal had time to run for cover.
âWood, youâre needed,â his superior, Gerald Fairweather, called as he handed him the note. âUtmost discretion required, okay?â
âOf course,â Oliver said, sighing. His eyes flicked over the address and he groaned. Bloody Malfoy Manor. What had happened now? Probably Draco lashing out at a journalist again. âYou really need me on this, sir?â
âAstoria Greengrass has been murdered, just before her engagement party,â came the succinct reply. âYou bet your arse I need you there!â
Oliver whistled as the image of the glamorous girl flittered into his brain. Astoria Greengrass, known as the Zeitgeist Girl, whose picture appeared in The Prophet more times than Harry Potterâs, was an icon for the age. Known as much for her charitable deeds as her partying, Astoria was devastatingly witty, with looks that could put a Veela in the shade. The only flaw in her armoury was her recent engagement to Draco Malfoy. The Prophet wondered why, but hinted at an arrangement made between the families. Witch Weekly went further and described Astoria as trapped in a gilt prison. Only The Quibbler ignored her (but then The Quibbler ignored anything that wasnât blibbering)
About to leave for home, it had taken Oliver mere minutes to gather up his things; there was no one he needed to consult, no one to inform that heâd be delayed, and no one to kiss goodbye.
He was surprised when the door opened before heâd knocked, and even more surprised when someone landed in his arms. Clearly distressed, the womanâs face was streaked with mascara, her hair dishevelled, an unlit cigarette hanging from her mouth.
âMiss Greengrass,â Oliver said gently, then corrected himself. âMiss Daphne Greengrass.â
She pulled herself free, and sniffing loudly, she nodded. âYes, who are ... Oh! Itâs you, Wood.â
Oliver stopped himself from grimacing at the imperious tone in her voice. He was well known to the higher echelons of wizarding society, having investigated a number of jewel thefts recently. His name and picture had appeared in the newspapers, usually with the caption âDead Woodâ underneath because so far heâd been unsuccessful. The last time heâd seen Daphne Greengrass sheâd been scathing about his attempts to recover the emerald bracelet her new boyfriend, Marcus Flint, had given her. Sheâd openly laughed when heâd said he was working hard on the case and hoped to crack it soon.
âNo wonder they call you âDeadâ Wood,â sheâd mocked. âYou couldnât find your arse with a Summoning Spell. Obviously the Bludgers did more damage than you let on.â
She was not laughing now, though. âYou must be here for Draco,â she said shakily. âHeâs inside. Marcus is guarding him.â
âIâm here to investigate a murder, Miss Greengrass,â he murmured. âI canât make assumptions based on your suspicion.â
âYou wonât need to investigate anything. Draco was arguing with Tori when she died. We all heard them. Plus heâs admitted it!â
âReally?â Oliver was puzzled. The message from Malfoy Manor proclaiming Astoriaâs death had been barely twenty minutes ago, but if Draco was the culprit, Oliver was surprised heâd been called in at all.
âI was not going to let them cover things up!â she said savagely as she read his mind. âNot this time.â
Oliver paused and then touched her gently on the arm. âMiss Greengrass,â he murmured, âI need to see the-â he faltered, not waiting to use the word âbodyâ in front of her, â- scene of the crime and talk to Malfoy myself. Will you show me where to go?â
âDracoâs in the dining room. Marcus used a Sticking Charm and bound him to the table.â
Oliver stifled a snort; the thought of Draco struggling to free himself was making his insides squirm with laughter, but he made sure as he entered the house that his face remained impassive. He didnât need directions. The sound of raised voices led him through the vast hallway, under the sparkling chandelier and towards the huge oak double doors that closed the room.
âI insist you release my son!â Oliver heard Lucius Malfoy bellow.
âMarcus, if you touch those bonds youâll be freeing a murderer!â Herbert Greengrass bellowed back.
âYou have no proof.â
âHE ADMITTED IT!â shrieked Camelia Greengrass. âAsk him yourself!â
âThatâs rather difficult now that youâve cast a Silencing Spell, you ridiculous witch!â
âIâve cast nothing,â she screeched. âYour precious son is playing dumb.â
Oliver had heard enough. Without knocking, he strode into the room. âOliver Wood, Ministry Law Enforcer. Release him,â he ordered Flint peremptorily.
Despite being the investigating officer in the recent jewel thefts, Oliver hadnât seen Flint for years. He recognised him instantly, though. It wasnât the muscular frame or black hair, more the vicious smirk on his face as he stared insolently at Oliver. He resisted the urge to hex the smug look off Flintâs face by reminding himself that not only had he thrashed Flint at Quidditch when theyâd been captains, but that Flint had never made it past the third reserve team for the Arrows. His bulk could not make up for his lack of finesse in front of the hoops.
âI said âRelease him,ââ he repeated in a dangerous tone.
Languidly, Flint raised his wand and with a slightly bored flick of his wrist cast the counter-curse. Draco, however, didnât move. Oliver approached the table, wondering if some other hexes were being used to restrain the man, but he could detect nothing else; Draco was just immobile.
âSay nothing!â Lucius hissed to his son as he pulled him off the table.
To Oliver it seemed as if Draco was beyond any sort of speech. His lips were pale, his eyes staring bleakly at Oliver. He tried to raise his hand to straighten his robes, but even that effort seemed beyond him.
âDraco Malfoy, Iâm-â
âYOU CANNOT ARREST HIM!â Lucius shouted, clutching Draco to him. âThere is no evidence, beyond the babblings of their stupid daughter.â
âMr Malfoy,â commanded Oliver, âI am not here to arrest anyone ... yet.â He turned to Draco saying in a much gentler tone, âI have been told you were with Miss Greengrass when she died. I need to see the body and for you to tell me what happened.â
Draco nodded dumbly then licked his lips. âFollow me,â he rasped. âSheâs upstairs.â
Daphne was lurking by the staircase when they emerged from the dining room. With her cigarette now lit, and her hair back in place, she cast a look of such intense hatred at Draco that Oliver thrust himself forward and raised his wand to her. She glared at him venomously, but stepped away.
âIâd like to see my sister,â she muttered.
Oliver nodded. âIf youâre sure, but you cannot interfere. This is a crime scene.â
âI know,â she replied. âI just need â“â she took a breath, â- I need to be there for her, whatever happens.â
Wondering whether her reason quite rang true, Oliver let her follow them to the bedroom. He stopped Draco from entering first then stepped over the threshold. It was a large room, and very ornate for a guest room. The ivory coloured carpet was plush under his boots, the curtains of heavy silk brocade were partly drawn leading the early evening twilight to cast a silvery gloom around them. Silently, Oliver cast Lumos, and peered around the room. Impeccably tidy, there was nothing here to suggest an argument between Draco and his fiancée.
Nothing except that Astoria Greengrass, clad in a blue silk dress and a feather concoction on her head, was sprawled by the hearth, face down on a crimson red rug.
He could smell something odd, something out of place in this immaculately clean room. Casting his eyes across the bed, he studied the scene carefully.
âMr Malfoy, can you tell me what happened between the pair of you?â
Draco blanched, unable to tear his eyes away from the body on the hearth. He started to mumble something about finding Astoria, and an argument ensuing because she shouldnât have been here.
âWhatâs that?â Oliver demanded. âWhy was she not allowed in here?â
âItâs not her room,â Draco replied. âThis is my motherâs bedroom. Sheâs away at the moment, but is due back tonight for the dinner party. I saw Astoria in here and asked her what she was doing. She started arguing, accusing me of not trusting her and then ...â He shuddered.
âYou became violent and hit her!â Daphne accused, stepping into the room
âNo, no,â he protested, his voice coming back to life. He looked away from Daphne, staring directly at Oliver. âShe changed tack. She had been shouting, but then she laughed and started to kiss me. It was ... odd. But then, Astoria has been odd recently. Even you thought so, Daph.â
âOdd? In what way?â Oliver asked, addressing the question to both of them.
âSince she got here, sheâs been nagging me,â Draco muttered. âAstoria wanted to wear my motherâs diamonds tonight for our engagement party. I said sheâd have to ask my mother because theyâre a Black heirloom, but she didnât want to wait. She became almost obsessive about it, and ...â He trailed off, and then looked back at the body on the bed. âI should have just let her wear them, but I couldnât understand why she was so desperate.â
âYou said Miss Greengrass tried to kiss you; was that the end of the argument?â
Draco shook his head. âShe was kissing me, but it felt odd, I told you that. I pushed her away, and started shouting that she couldnât get round me that way. She lunged at me. Merlin she didnât even have her wand on her. I pushed her off again â“ this time more forcefully and she fell back on the hearth.â
âAre you seriously claiming this was an accident?â yelled Daphne. âSheâs dead, Draco! And you killed her. It wasnât just pushing her away, you must have shoved her really hard.â
âShe was moving, though,â Draco whimpered. âI stormed out, but she was still moving ... and speaking.â He gasped at the sudden memory. âShe said my name. She called out to me. Oh sweet Merlin, she was still alive when I left.â His face brightened, momentarily, but almost instantly fell into shadow as he turned back to the body on the hearth rug. âShe was pregnant. It was my baby. And I donât care what The Prophet says, I loved her.â
Recognising the very depths of despair in Dracoâs voice, Oliver placed his hand on the younger manâs arm. âIâm sorry to ask you this, but I need you to tell me if thereâs anything different here? If she was still alive, then itâs possible someone else came in and murdered her.â
âEr...â Draco cast his eyes around the room, then his eyes zeroed in on something on the fireplace. âThereâs a cigarette there. Neither Astoria or I smoke and ...â He frowned down at the body. âHer engagement ring has gone ... but ...â He turned back to Daphne. âShe had long gloves on, so I donât know if she was wearing the ring tonight.â
âCan you confirm that, Miss Greengrass?â asked Oliver.
âEr ... yes.â Daphne sounded hesitant. âShe was definitely wearing gloves when I last saw her.â
âWhich was?â
âWhen we were getting ready for the party. I was surprised because I thought sheâd want to show off the ring, but Tori said the silk gloves made her outfit and she wanted to wear them.â Daphne shrugged. âShe has ... er ... had ... a great sense of style, no doubt she was right.â
Something didnât add up. Oliver stared at the body on the rug, trying to work out what his gut instinct was telling him. Holding up his wand, he asked Draco and Daphne to stay where they were whilst he examined the body. He knelt down by the body, casting the wand light over the recumbent form. Her fist was clenched, and unfurling her fingers, he saw a teardrop shaped diamond glistening in her hand. Placing it in his pocket, he stared once again at the dead woman, and this time did a double take.
âMr Malfoy, when did you last see Astoria alive?â
âUh ... about an hour ago.â
âAnd what colour was her hair?â
âBlonde, of course.â
Oliver straightened up. âThis girl has black hair. Itâs difficult to see in this light, especially as she was wearing that headpiece, but ...â He turned his head, and smiled grimly. âIâm not sure who this is, but it isnât Astoria Greengrass.â
âB...but, thatâs impossible!â Draco exclaimed as he took a stride towards the body. âI argued with her in this room. She was wearing that dress, and that stupid feather thing in her hair. Are you telling me I wouldnât have known my own fiancĂ©e?â
âNot if she was taking Polyjuice Potion. I thought I smelled something funny when I walked in. I suspect she had a flask of it to hand.â Crouching down by the body, he carefully turned the girlâs face from the floor. âDo either of you recognise her?â
âOh yes,â Daphne said harshly. â I think we both recognise her, donât we, Draco? Pansy Parkinson was in our year at school.â She took a drag of her cigarette. âIf anyone deserved to die, it would be her.â
End Notes:
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Chapter 2 - A Spirit Revived by Equinox Chick
âWhereâs Astoria?â Draco demanded, rounding on Oliver. âWhere is my fiancĂ©e? You have to find her!â
âMalfoy, you have to calm down,â Oliver ordered. He turned to Daphne and pulled her closer then, with his wand, he closed the bedroom door. âAt the moment, we three are the only people who are aware that this is not Astoria Greengrass. Itâs too early to tell who the intended victim should have been, but if it was Astoria, then sheâs still in danger.â
âSo what do you plan on doing?â Draco protested. âAstoriaâs pregnant, for Merlinâs sake. You canât not look for her.â
Ignoring him, Oliver took Daphneâs arm and led her to the window seat. âYouâre staying at Malfoy Manor, I believe?â
She nodded. âYes. The Malfoys are hosting a weekend house party. Tori and I arrived three days ago with our parents. Dracoâs mother,â she glanced sideways at Draco, âNarcissa is away, so we said weâd help with the organisation.â She looked around for somewhere to flick the ash from her cigarette, but it appeared Narcissa didnât smoke either. âFilthy habit, I really should give up.â
âAllow me,â Oliver said, and taking the cigarette from her hand, he stubbed it out on the windowsill and Vanished the scorched mark. Then, as she turned away from him, he deftly pocketed the stub.
âOkay, so youâve been here for three days, and Miss Greengrass has been acting oddly for â“ how long?â he asked, turning his attention to Draco.
âUh ... well, shortly after they arrived, I suppose. I put it down to nerves,â Draco replied. âShe was very moody and ... oh -â He broke off and then smiled. âThat wasnât Astoria, was it? You think it was Pansy.â
Oliver nodded. âAnd if thatâs the case, then sheâll have needed Astoria nearby. You can make Polyjuice Potion in bulk, but once it has the hair added, then it has a distinctive odour. Parkinson could have smuggled in the untreated potion pretty easily, pretending it was juice, but sheâd need a fresh supply of hair.â
He didnât need to ask where Astoriaâs room was; Draco and Daphne had leapt towards the door and were halfway down the landing before he caught up with them, having first secured the crime scene with a Sealing Charm on the door.
âItâs locked!â Daphne shrieked, hammering her fists frantically on the door.
âCharmed shut,â Oliver replied grimly. âThereâs only one thing I can try. Stand aside.â
Draco was throwing himself at the oak door with little impact, his voice cracking as his desperation increased. Pulling him away, Oliver shoved him towards Daphne, and then, closing his eyes, he pretended that the door was only a Quaffle that he needed to block. He shoulder charged it, over and over, until he felt something crack. Standing back, he kicked with all his might until finally the door gave way.
Bloody, bloody hell! he thought. That has not helped my shoulder at all. She better be in here.
âWhere is she?â Daphne asked, her voice a whisper.
âTrunk,â replied Draco, pointing to the large ornate painted wooden box at the end of the bed. He ran over, and using his wand, started to unlock it. âPansy was fascinated by the story of Mad-Eye Moody being kept prisoner. It would have appealed to her twisted mind to do the same thing.â He gasped when the final bolt slid open. âOh gods, what has the sick bitch done to you?â
Peering over Dracoâs shoulder, Oliver saw Astoria Greengrass slumped at the bottom of the crate. Naked, she tried desperately to turn over and cover herself, but with her hands and feet tightly bound and a gag in her mouth, she was powerless. Swiftly, Draco pulled off his robes, and threw them down to her. Then ordering Oliver to âclose his sodding eyesâ, he very carefully lifted his sobbing fiancĂ©e out of the trunk.
At once, Daphne untied her sisterâs hands and feet and removed the gag. âYouâre safe, Tori,â she soothed. âWeâre here now.â
Astoria jerked away violently into Dracoâs arms. âGet away from me,â she croaked. âYou put me in there, you bitch!â
âWhat?â Daphne yelped and reached out her hand to touch Astoriaâs face. Her sister flinched and huddled close to Dracoâs bare chest. âNo, no, Tori, it wasnât me. Iâd never hurt you.â
âMiss Greengrass,â interjected Oliver. He crouched down on the floor, but made no attempt to prise Astoria away from Draco, correctly judging that he was the only person she appeared to trust. âIâm Oliver Wood. Iâm a Law Enforcer. Are you up to answering a few questions?â
âIt can wait!â Draco snapped. With one hand, he stroked Astoriaâs hair, wincing when he reached the parts that had been shorn close to the scalp.
Pansy Parkinson had not needed to shave Astoriaâs hair, Oliver mused. A few strands would have sufficed. The Zeitgeist Girl, beloved by the newspapers, was an unrecognisable mess.
âMalfoy, you can stay with your fiancĂ©e, but itâs imperative I speak to her before the other guests have a chance to get their stories straight.â He turned and stared at Daphne. âYou, Miss Greengrass, will stay in this room, also.â
Daphne nodded, but said nothing, seemingly in shock at her sisterâs assertion that sheâd been the one responsible for her incarceration.
âAstoria,â Oliver began, âwhy do you think your sister locked you in the trunk?â
âBecause I was arguing with her when it happened,â Astoria replied, her voice shaking. âIâm not stupid, you know. Daphne said she had to speak to me, something about Dracoâs motherâs diamonds. She wanted me to wear them, said it would be good publicity. I said I wasnât interested because ...â she smiled apologetically, âI donât really like them; theyâre rather ostentatious.â As she shivered, Draco held her closer, running his hands up and down her arms to warm her. Astoria swallowed, and after a sideways glance at her sister, continued, âDaphne was furious. She hexed me, and then the next thing I remember, I was locked in that trunk.â
âDaphne?â Oliver said, turning to face her. âDo you want to say anything?â
âIt wasnât me,â Daphne replied. âTori, there is no way Iâd ever hurt you like that. And as for the diamonds ... youâre right. I wouldnât suggest you wearing them. Theyâre not your style for one thing.â
âJealousy is a terrible thing,â Oliver remarked, his eyes boring mercilessly into Daphne. He wanted to believe her, but the evidence of the cigarette wouldnât leave his head. And Pansy Parkinson would have needed an accomplice to get in here in the first place. âYour sister is a beautiful woman. All that publicity must be galling.â
She met his gaze. âHow ungallant, Wood, suggesting that Iâm not beautiful. I thought you Gryffindors were supposed to be chivalrous.â
âI donât believe in labels, Miss Greengrass,â he replied. âSorting has no place in the real world.â
Rummaging in her bag, Daphne brought out a slim, silver case and lit a cigarette. âThe Zeitgeist Girl was my idea,â she said after taking a drag. âThe âspirit of the timesâ. Reconciliation for our world. Astoria suits the role perfectly because she was too young to be caught up in the Battle and the politics afterwards. But it was only a role. Like you, I think Sorting us all into neat little categories has never been a good idea.â
Oliver was impressed. If she was lying, she was bloody believable. If, however, she was telling the truth, then Daphne Greengrass was a witch who shared his ideals.
âAstoria, when did this conversation take place?â he asked, his mind ticking over and trying to join up the dots.
âUhm, shortly after we arrived,â Astoria replied. âDraco was downstairs, fixing drinks for the men. I was getting changed for dinner.â
âThen that definitely wasnât me,â Daphne replied. Coolly, she ran her fingers through her hair. âWhile you were getting ready, I was waiting for Marcus,â her eyes flicked to Oliver, âin his bedroom.â
He raised one eyebrow but didnât answer her. Instead, he stood up, and walked over to the trunk, wondering if any further clues could be gleaned from Astoriaâs entrapment. He reached down and from the bottom of the trunk picked up a single black hair. âIt wasnât your sister who attacked you, Astoria, but someone taking Polyjuice potion.â
âIt was Pansy Parkinson,â muttered Draco. âBut donât worry, she wonât hurt you again.â
Oliver turned back to look at the three of them. Astoria, at the centre, had now accepted Daphneâs hand. She was smiling, despite her tears, and he could glimpse the spirit of this girl that had captured the imagination of the magical world.
âMiss Greengrass,â Oliver murmured as he opened the bedroom door. âI think we need to tell your parents that youâre still alive.â
Assiduously helping her to standing, Draco walked with Astoria to the landing, only realising when he was there that she was wearing his robes. âLet her get changed, Wood, all right?â he said softly and smiled gratefully when Oliver nodded.
âHow did you know about the murder?â Oliver asked Daphne as they waited in the landing for Astoria and Draco. âYou sent that owl very quickly.â
âIs this where you arrest me?â she replied sarcastically then shrugged. âI heard Draco arguing with ... well, I thought it was Tori ... so I came to see what was happening. I bumped into Draco at the top of the stairs, and we had this rather heated conversation.â She paused as she thought back to earlier that evening. âI know The Prophet thinks Astoriaâs being forced into this marriage, but she isnât. Not even with the baby on the way. For some unfathomable reason, she really loves Malfoy.â
âUnfathomable? I thought all you Slytherin girls liked Draco.â
âTut-tut, Wood. I thought you didnât approve of labels,â she said, smirking. She shook her head. âAnyway, I had an argument with Draco then went to see my sister. Thatâs when I saw her on the hearth.â
âAnd she was dead?â
âYes,â Daphne replied. âI checked, and she wasnât breathing. Then I ran out the room and was sick in the bathroom.â
âWhere were you when you heard them arguing?â
âIn my bedroom,â she said, adding in a bored tone, âMarcus had just left.â
âSo you have no alibi?â he countered, ignoring her insinuation.
âI also donât have a motive,â she replied. âI loved my sister, and although I detested Pansy, I had no idea that was her in there until she changed.â
But you have opportunity, he thought, and there was that cigarette butt.
âWere you smoking when you discovered the body?â he asked.
Daphne shook her head. âItâs a filthy habit. I am actually trying to give up, but the stress of tonight.... Well, you know all about that sort of thing, I expect. Quidditch players must need a great deal of stress relief.â
He was saved the bother of a response by Draco and Astoria emerging from her room. Now wearing a simple dress, but with her hair plaited in a thick braid down the side to disguise Pansyâs harsh haircut, she looked far more vulnerable than heâd ever seen. And in that moment, as Draco took her hand in his, Oliver saw, quite clearly, why Malfoy was drawn to her, and it had nothing to do with her status.
âBefore we go downstairs, could you tell me who is staying here?â
âApart from myself and my father,â Draco answered, âthereâs Astoria and Daphneâs parents, plus Flint who seems to have turned up for the ride.â He smirked as Daphne scowled at him. âGregory Goyle arrived late this morning.â
âWhere is he?â Oliver demanded. âI havenât seen him anywhere.â
âGoyle had rather too much to drink,â Daphne replied scornfully. âHe carried on after lunch, and was last seen being helped into his room by a house-elf. I expect heâs still sleeping it off.â
âAnd no one else is here?â
âNo,â Daphne replied. âMost were due to arrive tonight, but Lucius cancelled everything as soon as I told him Iâd sent the Ministry an owl.â
The four of them walked down the stairs together, but Oliver lagged behind not wanting to intrude. He had no place here, except as the investigating officer, and in truth heâd never felt a need to belong. Of course, heâd never been part of this set, but even in his Quidditch playing days heâd not been a part of a particular group. His focus had always been the game, and not the periphery. Oliver watched as Astoria entwined her hand further into Dracoâs, and his eyes widened as a realisation hit him.
âAstoria, do you still have your engagement ring?â
âWhat?â she stared at her hand and shook her head. âNo, it was a bit loose so I took it to the jewellers in Diagon Alley to have it made smaller.â She bit her lip. âI was supposed to pick it up this afternoon.â
That explains the gloves, Oliver thought. Pansy hadnât counted on Astoria not having the ring and had no idea where it was.
âOne last thing,â he called, just before they were about to enter the dining room. âWas Pansy invited to your party?â
âMerlin, no!â Daphne replied. âShe used to go out with Draco and, after that, Marcus. Pansy Parkinson was not welcome here, at all.â
End Notes:
Teh plot thickens ... or perhaps it doesn't.
Chapter 3 -Denouement by Equinox Chick
Oliver had asked them all to assemble in Lucius Malfoyâs study, and was now wondering if this was such a good idea. It was a small room for one thing, and now that Goyle had been woken from his drunken slumber, he seemed to take up at least half the space.
Remembering him from school to be a thuggish Beater with no brains but an unerring aim, Oliver could feel his bones protest at the memory of the Bludgers aimed directly at him. He grimaced; it had not been Gregory Goyle whoâd caused him to retire early. The Beaters heâd faced as a pro had been far more deadly, but their motives had not been personal.
At least heâd had the foresight to secure everyoneâs wands because heâd have no chance against all eight of them if they turned hostile.
Astoria sat by the fire, with Draco sitting on the arm of the chair holding her hand. Camelia sat in another chair opposite, her husband standing behind her, a glass of brandy in his hand. Lucius Malfoy was at his desk, surveying his guests with some disparagement but reserving especial disdain for Oliver. Marcus Flint joined Goyle by the fireplace, both taking sips of Firewhisky from large tumblers.
Lastly, Oliver looked at Daphne. She was sitting on the rug by the fire, her legs to one side, at Marcusâ feet. She, too, had a glass in her hand, but instead of Firewhisky, she sipped red wine. Aware of his scrutiny, Daphne lifted her head up and smiled across the room at him. It didnât look like a smirk, or a grimace; it seemed to be one of genuine warmth.
Oliver cleared his throat. âI want to start by saying thank you for your patience and assistance in this case.â He gave a small bow to Lucius Malfoy, who stared frostily at him. âBefore I was sent here, I was ordered to be discreet. The murder of Astoria Malfoy would be front-page news, partly because of the two families involved, but mostly because of who she was - the Zeitgeist Girl. As it turned out, Miss Greengrass was not dead, but, to all intents as purposes, she was the intended victim.
âSo, I arrived here and ran straight into the âvictimâsâ sister. She insisted that Astoria had been murdered by Draco Malfoy.â Oliver licked his lips, and faced Draco. âMalfoy didnât deny heâd argued with his fiancĂ©e. In the heat of an argument, heâd pushed her away and sheâd fallen. This much he admitted, but when we got upstairs, he said he remembered âAstoriaâ moving after heâd pushed her. Sheâd been alive when heâd left the room.â
âAnd you believed him?â Camelia interrupted.
âI wasnât sure,â Oliver admitted, âbut then I examined the body and found something in the victimâs hand.â He pulled out the sparkling gem from his pocket. âThis came from the Black necklace, I believe. Draco, was Miss Parkinson holding this when you found her in your motherâs room?â
Draco furrowed his brow as he thought. âNo, sheâd found motherâs jewellery box, but she hadnât opened it.â
âWhich means, if Draco is telling the truth, that Pansy Parkinson was alive when he stormed out of the room,â Oliver said, slowly gauging the reactions of the assembled guests. âHe ran into Daphne, and both agree that they argued for a while at the top of the stairs. Then Daphne ran to find her sister, and discovered the body.â
He paused, wondering how to phrase the next part of the story, not wishing to risk the ire of the Greengrasses or the Malfoys. âDaphne Greengrass said she found a body, but itâs possible she saw what she thought was her sister in a weakened state and finished her off.â
âYouâre accusing my daughter now!â Herbert exclaimed furiously. He glared at Oliver.
âLet him finish,â Daphne murmured. She stared at Oliver, coolly assessing him, daring him to carry on.
âDaphne Greengrass has told me she was behind the whole âZeitgeist Girlâ, âOliver said, staring straight at her. âShe said it was because she wanted âreconciliationâ in our world. But ... I suspect the money and publicity generated didnât harm the Greengrass family, either.â
âIs it a crime to make money?â Daphne laughed, scornfully throwing her head back and looking towards Marcus. âDarling, Iâm out of cigarettes. Give me one before I go insane.â
Suavely, Marcus lit two cigarettes and handed one to her. Oliver watched as they both took drags, and exhaled at the same time. Smokescreens clouded everything, but when he looked for long enough the smoke cleared.
âYour sister was due to be married,â he murmured. âA big society wedding; the pinnacle of your success, Daphne. But ... Astoria Greengrass fell in love with a Malfoy, and they are no longer the top of the social tree. Worse, she gets pregnant before theyâre married. Your dream is now shattered. You need to get something from your work, before it crashes around you. Perhaps the Black diamonds are an adequate reward?â
âThatâs what you believe, is it?â Daphne drawled. âHmm, let me guess. The theory is that I forced my sister into a trunk, recruited Pansy to impersonate her, and then killed Pansy when she wouldnât hand over the diamonds. Very plausible, Wood, except ...â she paused and went to take a drag of her cigarette but thinking better of it she threw it into the fire, â... itâs complete bollocks. When Tori was being shoved into that trunk, I was waiting for Marcus. I discovered the body and alerted you immediately. Donât you think Iâd have been more circumspect if Iâd committed the crime?â
âAlibis can be false,â Oliver murmured.
âDaphne was with me!â Marcus exclaimed. âI will swear it in front of anyone. You can even feed me Veritaserum. It will make no difference.â
Especially as the antidote is easy to take when youâre on your guard, Oliver thought.
âI donât think âdeadâ Wood really believes it, darling,â Daphne replied. âHeâd have arrested me by now if he thought he had a cast-iron case.â
Oliver ignored her. Holding up the teardrop diamond to the light, he watched as its facets sparkled then turned to Lucius Malfoy. âYour wifeâs necklace is beautiful, Iâve been told. It drips with diamonds and although some might find it âostentatiousâ, it still reeks of glamour and money. It belongs to a past age, and not one that appeals to the Zeitgeist Girl â“ or her sister â“ so why was she so keen to wear it?â
âWe know that was Pansy, though,â Draco said. âWhy are you bringing all this up, Wood?â
Oliver nodded, and then in a gesture that surprised them all he tossed the diamond into the air. As it fell to the ground, he mimed blasting it with his wand. âWhat would have happened if Iâd shot a Disintegration Hex at it, Mr Malfoy?â
âNothing,â Lucius replied. âDiamonds are the hardest gemstone in the world.â
âShall I try?â Oliver asked.
âIt will rebound on you,â Daphne cried, a faint note of alarm in her voice.
He smiled at her concern but still raised his wand. Draco, he noticed, was looking worried and shielded Astoria in his arms. Daphne edged away hiding behind the chair. Goyle stared glassily ahead, possibly not understanding the implications of a rebounding hex. Flint, after a momentâs pause, ducked down behind the chair, while the Greengrass parents quickly moved to the side of the room.
âYouâre not moving, Lucius,â Oliver called out. âWhy would that be?â
And then he blasted the diamond, laughing as it disintegrated into dust.
âItâs a fake!â spluttered Draco and turned sharply to look at his father. âYou knew!â
âOf course I knew,â Lucius muttered coldly. âI had this copy made last year. Oh grow up, Draco. How on earth do you think weâve been making ends meet since the war, especially since your motherâs spending habits have not lessened?â He cast a bored look at Oliver. âI donât quite know what point youâre trying to make, Wood, but wearing fake diamonds isnât a crime.â
âBut killing Pansy when she discovered they were fake is,â Oliver replied slowly. âYou had a motive, Lucius. You would do anything to hold onto your social position, if only for your wife.â
He was staring so intently at Lucius, that he missed the entrance of a ninth person, until he heard the door close. Narcissa Malfoy, dressed all in black, and with no adornment stood there with her wand aimed at him.
âYou are wrong,â she said, stepping further into the room. âMy husband did not kill her.â
Slowly, Oliver lifted his wand, keeping eye contact with her all the while. âWhy are you so sure, Mrs Malfoy? You werenât here. I was told you were away.â
âI was,â she replied, faltering slightly. âI have been away and only just returned, but I know my husband. I know what prison did to him last time, and how much he fought to keep us all from Azkaban after the battle. He would not risk his liberty again, not to save face.â
âMay I ask where you have been?â
âAt a retreat,â Narcissa replied stiffly. âI find it calms me.â
Ignoring the suspicious bout of coughing emanating from both Daphne and Astoria, Oliver perused Narcissa Malfoy. He didnât think she was lying, exactly, but she was certainly not telling the whole truth.
Narcissa glared at both girls before continuing, âI have several witnesses â“ including Rita Skeeter. I doubt sheâd lie to save my skin.â
âWill you surrender your wand to me, Mrs Malfoy?â
âOnly if you admit that suspecting my husband is preposterous,â she argued.
As quick as a flash, Oliver, whilst appearing to agree, cast a Disarming Spell and caught her wand in his left hand as it twisted towards him.
âThatâs not the way it works in my world, Mrs Malfoy,â he said, softly, pointing both wands at her. âYou cannot threaten, blackmail or bribe your way out of trouble this time.â
âLeave her alone!â Lucius cried, stung into action. âI did nothing wrong.â
Oliver smiled grimly as he lowered both wands. He gestured for Narcissa to sit down, and then perching on the corner of the desk, continued his deliberations.
âHe could have killed Miss Parkinson, but youâre right, I donât think he did.â
âIs there any chance you could get on with this?â Marcus complained. âOnly as the weekend has been cancelled, I donât really see the need to hang around.â
âSo eager to leave, Flint, I wonder why,â Oliver murmured. He smiled at him, remembering the mockery that turned nasty when they faced each other on the Quidditch pitch. âIt was only a few minutes ago, that the final part of this case fell into place. There were two things immediately wrong with the murder scene. The engagement ring was missing, and a cigarette end was found by the body. I took the liberty of purloining a cigarette from Daphne and discovered it was the same brand. Again, that appeared to put Daphne at the scene of the crime when the murder was being committed.â
âExcept I told you I wasnât smoking when I discovered her,â Daphne said indignantly.
âMmm, but you also told me that you smoked at times of stress. What could be more stressful than murdering your accomplice and nearly getting discovered?â
âOh please, Wood, do you honestly think Iâd murder someone then take the time to light a cigarette. Iâm not that bloody stressed.â
âItâs your brand, Daphne,â he murmured.
âNo, itâs not!â she exclaimed, âI told you Iâve been trying to quit. I bummed these last ones from Marcus.â
âShut up!â Marcus swore vociferously at her.
âWhat?â Daphne looked up puzzled. âDarling, you have an alibi. You were with me.â
âWell, not exactly,â Draco interrupted. He leant forwards, his eyes flickering from Marcus to Daphne and then to Oliver. âDaphne said she was waiting for Marcus when Astoria got locked in the trunk, and I heard you talking when Astoria and I were getting changed. Daph, you said Marcus had just left you when you started arguing with me.â
Draco whipped round and threw himself at Marcus. âYou bastard! You helped Pansy, didnât you? You let her in and helped her trap Astoria. WHY?â
âYouâre mad!â Marcus spluttered and pushed Draco off him with a huge effort sending him crashing into Goyle.
âIs that what happened with Pansy, Flint?â Oliver demanded. âDid she lose her temper with you? Is that why you killed her?â
âI didnât!â Flint yelled, but he sounded far less cocky now. âDaphne, tell them I was with you.â
Daphne got to her feet. âYou were but ...â Her face paled as she stared at her lover and took a deep breath. â... Marcus joined me late the day we arrived. And he was determined to keep me occupied for at least an hour.â
âThe amount of time it takes Polyjuice Potion to wear off,â Oliver murmured, and tried to give her a sympathetic glance. But Daphne was only looking at Flint.
âHe let Pansy into the Manor,â Oliver said in a soft voice, aware that everyone in the room was hanging on his every word. âShe drank Polyjuice Potion containing your hair, and then forced your sister into the trunk. Once sheâd turned back into herself, she drank more of the potion, this time to take the form of Astoria Greengrass.â
âNone of this proves anything,â Marcus growled.
âWith Narcissa away, and Draco proving intransigent on the subject of borrowing the diamonds,â Oliver continued, âPansy had to keep up the pretence. She became Astoria for the next three days, waiting for her chance to steal the diamonds. But when Draco found her in his motherâs room that ruined everything.
âYou overheard them, didnât you, Flint? You heard Pansy screeching at Draco. And then something happened, didnât it? Something that made you realise the game was nearly up.â
âRubbish!â Flint declared, but he wouldnât look at Daphne.
âWhat did you hear Draco shouting?â Oliver asked Daphne. âWhy did you rush out and remonstrate with him?â
She frowned as she thought back. âHe was screaming that it wasnât her. I mean I knew Tori had been acting strangely; sheâd ignored me since we got here, so I thought it was the same for Draco, but of course it wasnât Tori, was it?â
âAnd Marcus must have thought Pansy had changed back,â Oliver said. âHe heard Dracoâs shouts and then when Draco stormed out, he slipped into the room. An argument ensued, probably when he saw her grab the necklace.â His eyes bored into Flint, mercilessly interrogating him, whilst he prayed to himself that Flint was still as thick as he remembered from Hogwarts. There wasnât a scrap of evidence against him, except for the cigarette end and a clever lawyer could explain that away. âWhat was it, Flint? Did you want Pansy to wait for Narcissa, or did you want to leave straight away?â
âThe stupid cow tried to cheat me!â Flint exploded. âI told her we should leave. We had the diamonds, and the engagement ring. We could have Apparated away, changed identities and not had to hang around with this bunch of rich tossers a moment longer. But Pansy wouldnât. She started babbling that it wasnât right, that the plan wasnât working and I had to stick around whilst she left. She was going to run off with the loot and leave me with this boring bitch!â He glared at Daphne who stared out of the window, not betraying any emotion except for a slight tremor in her hand as she drained her wine glass.
âYou werenât known for your subtlety at school, Flint, never had any finesse. Pansy was trying to tell you the diamonds werenât right, that they were fakes and she had no idea where the ring was,â Oliver countered. He raised his wand and with a slow swirl, bound Flint tight with steel twine, taking especial pleasure from the fact that his old adversary winced as the twine cut into his skin. âYou killed her for nothing, you bastard.â
***
With Flint in custody and Pansy dead, the Ministry Law Enforcers were able to conduct a full search of both their properties. Not only did they uncover a stash of unfenced jewellery, but they also found a large cauldron of Polyjuice Potion in Pansyâs cellar. The operation had been running a while, and the theft of the Black diamonds was supposed to be their last heist. Marcusâ relationship with Daphne had provided the ideal way in.
Oliver hadnât seen Daphne since that night. Heâd tried to speak to her before taking Flint to the cells, but sheâd Apparated away, a look of cold fury on her face, and he hadnât been sure how much of her rage was directed at him.
On further examination, Narcissa Malfoyâs âretreatâ had turned out to be an exclusive health farm. The post-Battle years had not treated Narcissa kindly, and with the threat of a glamorous daughter-in-law about to be enveloped in the fold, Narcissa had wanted to look her best. Now slimmed down, toned up, and with a face lifted into oblivion, she could face the papers, but was still overshadowed by Astoria.
It had been a month since Pansy Parkinsonâs death. Her funeral had been ill attended, but Oliver had lurked in the background wondering if Daphne would appear. Heâd had stared at Pansyâs headstone. It bore no words of remembrance, no celebration of her life, for sheâd always be known as the girl who denounced Harry Potter.
Daphne had not turned up. The Prophet had reported that sheâd gone abroad, leaving the wedding preparations to Astoria and her mother, whilst Narcissa pretended to supervise. Oliver had been surprised at the disappointment heâd felt that the paper had been correct.
The wedding was the next day. Astoriaâs obvious joy shone from the pages of every paper and magazine, but he wondered sourly if the papers would be quite so gushing if they knew a âhoneymoon babyâ was already on the way.
Throwing the paper in the waste paper basket, Oliver summoned his cloak ready to leave for his barren flat.
âMay I come in?â
She was standing in the doorway, her cloak over her arm. He felt his insides squirm, and unsure it was out of pleasure or fear, he smiled faintly at her.
âOf course, Miss Greengrass.â
âIt was Daphne the last time we spoke,â she replied as she stepped towards him.
âThat was before I sent your lover to Azkaban.â
âYes, damn you-â She stopped as her voice broke and for one awful moment, Oliver thought she was going to cry. But he should have known better. Daphne Greengrass was not a weeper and wailer. She was made of stronger stuff.
âAt school I envied Pansy,â she said at last. âShe always had the best clothes and so many boyfriends. For a while I wanted to be just like her.â
âWhat changed?â
She smiled. âShe discovered I had a crush on someone, and was unrelentingly cruel. He wasnât a Slytherin, so he wasnât good enough. It took me years to discover she was wrong.â
âLet me guess,â he replied, injecting a teasing note he didnât quite feel, into his voice. âAll the girls liked Diggory, or perhaps it was Harry?â
âIt was you, you tosser!â she replied scathingly. âOliver Wood, Gryffindor Keeper, then fully fledged pro. I told you, I wasnât the same as the other girls.â
The last time heâd blushed had been when heâd won the Quidditch Cup and Professor McGonagall had been extremely fulsome in her praise. Yet he recognised the sensation and tried to look away as he willed his hot cheeks to cool.
âMerlin, Oliver, say something will you? Iâm practically offering myself up on a plate here.â Then, as he failed to answer, Daphne sighed and turned to leave. âI thought there was a connection between us, a spark that I found intriguing. Sorry, I forgot. Iâm not as beautiful as Astoria. Itâs the Zeitgeist Girl youâre interested in, after a-â
His mouth stopped her words. His lips teased and caressed hers, until she stopped her faint struggles of surprise and wrapped her arms around him. It had been a long time â“ far too long â“ since heâd felt this way about anyone, but Daphne Greengrass had wormed her way into his psyche and he wasnât about to let her slip away.
âI told you once that Iâm not interested in labels,â he muttered and started to kiss her again.
End Notes:
Hope that was acceptable. Oliver getting the girl, that's a new one for me - haha. Thanks for sticking with it.
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