to Bones: Prologue
Disclaimer: Harry Potter,
all of the associated books, characters, settings and the like are all
property of JK Rowling.
A/N: Special thanks to Zsenya
for her help as an expert beta.
“Susan! Could you come
“Okay Mum! Just a
second.” With that, the teenage girl pulled herself up off
of her bed and carefully placed a ribbon in the book she had been reading.
“Crazy Ivan? I still don’t have any idea what that means,” she mumbled,
setting the book down on her bed and heading for the stairs, stopping just
long enough to slip an owl treat to Agatha, her tawny owl.
how good to see you!” Susan looked down the stairs, and there was
a witch in the kitchen with a square face and a monocle standing
next to her mother. Most people thought that the witch looked forbidding,
but then again, most people who saw Madam Amelia Bones were seeing her
professionally, so they didn’t see the smile that was planted on her face
“Auntie Em!” Susan
said, as she ran up and embraced the head of the Department of Magical
“Susan Amelia Bones!
You know that isn’t her name, treat her with the respect due her!” Susan’s
mother burst out.
“Now, Becca dear,
don’t worry about it. After, all, she is my favorite niece.
I’m used to her calling me that. Ever since she read that one Muggle
book. What book are you reading now Susan dear?”
a bit. “Oh, well, it is something called The Hunt for Red October.
It is supposed to be very popular, but I don’t like it very much.
It’s pretty confusing, and I don’t like war stories anyway.”
“Then why are you
reading it?” Susan’s mother said, with a hint of exasperation finding its
way into her voice.
“Well, it's the only
book I have left that I haven’t read of the ones that Justin sent me for
“Justin, isn’t he
the one who you went with to the Yule ball last year?” Amelia asked with
a hint of a smile.
“Well, yeah, but it’s
not like that Auntie. We're friends. Period. If nothing else, do
you have any idea how bad Susan Bones-Finch-Fletchley would sound?”
“Well, Susan, actually
I came here to ask you something else anyway. Mind if we sit down?”
“Of course not Auntie”,
she said, as they walked into the next room and sat down.
“Susan, what can you
tell me about Harry Potter?”
Susan sat there a
moment, surprised at the question before responding. “Um, what do
you want to know?”
Aunt Amelia had a
very serious expression on her face as she responded “He was on trial today…”
“Trial? Harry? For
what?” Susan exclaimed.
Madame Bones raised
a hand, “Now, Susan dear, don’t interrupt. As I was saying, he had
a trial for Underage Magic, and there are a few things troubling me about
it. Seems he can actually create a Patronus, a corporeal Patronus
at that. That is what he was charged with. Fudge was saying
that he cast it to show off and get attention. He claims he was attacked
“Dementors? Where was he
that would get attacked by them?”
“Home if you believe
it. His witness was a bit iffy to be honest, but then again, so was
Fudge’s prosecution. Still though, I thought I’d come by. Since you
go to school with him, I hoped you might be able to fill me in on a few
things. Do you think that he goes out of his way to get attention?”
Once again, Susan
was taken a bit aback by the question, and took a moment to consider it
before she finally answered. “That's kind of a weird question. He
does, and he doesn’t.”
“That’s not much of
an answer Susan. What do you mean?”
“I know Auntie.
I’m just trying to think everything through like you taught me. May
as well get in practice now.”
“So, you are still
determined to get into the MLE,” her mother said dubiously.
“Of course Mum, I’ve
wanted that since I was a little girl.”
“Excuse me, but could
we get back to the topic at hand?” asked Aunt Amelia. “I think we’ve
been over this bit of ground before. What do you mean he does, and
“Well, most of the
time I would say that the last thing he wants is attention. He seems
nice enough, but he just doesn’t mix, not at all. He pretty much
just hangs around with Hermione Granger and the Weasleys. I doubt
he even knows my name.”
“Susan, if you never
stop reading long enough to come out of your room, no one will ever know
your name,” her mother interrupted.
“Mum, you sound just
like Hannah, she’s always going on that she’s going to conjure up a team
of wild horses and drag me out of our room.”
“Oh, do me a favor
and tell her I’ll teach her the spell if she doesn’t know it,” said her
“Ahem, Becca, do you
mind?” Aunt Amelia asked, with growing impatience. “Susan, could
Where was I? Oh, yeah. He really seems to be very private, and when
he gets lots of attention he seems really uncomfortable, especially when
everyone is pointing at his scar. The first week or two of school
is always the same. All the first years are always going on about
his scar. A dead troll could tell how much he hates it.”
“But, you said that
sometimes he likes attention?” Aunt Amelia prompted.
“Well, that’s what's
odd. He really doesn’t seem to mind getting attention for being a
Quidditch player. Every time he catches a Snitch, he’s the toast
of the Gryffindor table for the next three days, and doesn’t seem to mind
that a bit. Otherwise…” Susan trailed off.
“Well, there is what
happened last year. Cedric told us he didn’t think it was like that,
but no one could ever come up with a reason for him to enter the Triwizard
other than attention getting.”
“It wasn’t that,” Aunt
Amelia said without thinking.
“Huh? How do you know
“Well, we investigated
everything that happened with Cedric’s death, or at least we tried to.
The best evidence we have is that what Harry claimed all along was true,
that someone else put his name in.”
“How could they do
that? Do you know how Cedric died?” Susan asked in a rush.
“I can’t give you all
the details, but the rumors you heard were right. The “Professor
Moody” you had last year was an imposter, and he did it. As to the
death, we know that it was an Killing Cu...”
At the mention
of the death spell, Susan's mother paled. “Amelia, please!
He might hear you.”
“All right, all right. In any case, we know that he was killed by
a spell, and we know Harry’s wand didn’t cast it. We are able to
determine that much before we were removed from the case.”
“Removed from the
case? Auntie, you're the Director of Magical Law Enforcement! How can you
be removed from the case?”
“How else? Cornelius
is playing politics.“ Amelia paused a moment, taking her monocle
out of her eye and rubbing her hands across her face. “Whatever happened
that day, he’s trying to keep it covered up. I know bits and pieces,
but no more. I’ve found out a bit from Minnie.”
“Minnie?” Susan asked
with a touch of confusion.
“Oh, Professor McGonagall,
but I don’t suggest you call her that yourself. Anyway, Fudge is
trying to do something. Just like today. He was trying
to manipulate Potter’s trial. Do you believe he called the entire
court into session? He didn’t consult me of course. I get into
the office and am told to go down to the main courtroom. Something
stinks worse than week old murtlap solution. I mean to find out what
it is, but I can guess. It has to do with Dumbledore’s claim that
You Know Who has returned.”
“He… he can’t have
returned, he’s gone, right?” Susan's mother asked, nervously looking
out into the yard, where her husband was checking over the herb garden.
“I don’t know.
There are lots of things that don’t make sense about it. I know Fudge
is hiding lots of things from me. I wish I could talk to Dumbledore
“Why can’t you Auntie?
You said you have always gotten along.”
“Oh, we get along
fine Susan. It’s just that right now, I have to be very careful.
I know that he has spies in my office. He’s found out a few things
he can’t have otherwise.”
“Dumbledore has spies
in your office?” Susan asked in confusion.
“No, not Albus.
Fudge. I mean to find out what he’s up to though. Remember
our family motto Susan?”
“Of course Auntie,
how could I forget? With Patience, the Truth Shall Be Revealed.”
“Exactly Susan, and
that is why I have a favor to ask of you. Whatever is going on will
center around Potter. Could you keep an eye on him, and owl me anything
interesting? I have a feeling that something is going to happen again
“Um, ok Auntie.
If anything interesting happens, I’ll put it in my letters,” said Susan,
a touch surprised by the whole conversation. As well as she got along
with her aunt, this was the first time that she'd ever been asked for help.
now, if you don’t mind, I need to talk to your mother a bit.”
“Ok Auntie, I’ll see
you at dinner time.” With that, Susan set off up the stairs, but
didn’t get all the way up before she heard the beginning of another conversation.
“Amelia, are you sure
about this? I worry about Susan anyway. I wasn’t kidding about the
way she shuts herself up all the time. Especially the way her father
“Becca, she’ll be
fine. I ran into Professor Sprout on Diagon Alley the other day,
and she said Susan is starting to come out of her shell. She’s not
Irving after all.”
With a sigh, Susan
closed the door into her room, not wanting to hear yet another conversation
about her father. She flopped down onto her bed, and picked up her
book “Crazy Ivan, Crazy Ivan? Oh, I’ll strangle Justin for sending
me this one.”