Post by Alecsander on Aug 31, 2017 11:44:43 GMT -5
Alex dropped a heavy box on his desk, sneezing as a cloud of dust mites flew up and tickled his nose. It had taken some digging, but he had found it, the original file on the incident 21 years ago, the death of two children and the maiming of a third.
He fanned the file open, laying out the photos near where he had laid the more recent sacrifice's photos. They were eerily similar, even down to the particular way the runes were carved or drawn. Ancient evil not seen in generations. Since the Wars several similar incidents had shown, but none had quite the same flair for horror.
Would the Wizarding world never learn? Three great wars in a century... Was peace impossible?
The photos moved, muted color showing the scene starkly. Aurors swarmed the gruesome scene, photographing, collecting evidence, measuring. A young girl looked at the camera blankly as the aurors processed her, capturing everything. She looked haunted and lost, but something made Alex pause.
It was mothimg concrete, but some odd shiver went through him the longer he stared at those eyes. He felt as though he was falling in, being lost. The head auror shook his head, trying to clear his head. It was the darkness of the attack, he told himself, the memories of being an auror working one of his first cases. The horrors of the recent attack.
But he couldn't shake those eyes.
The case had gone cold, no leads left behind, only a now-blind witness who had disappeared in the Flux, seemingly closing the case forever. But there had been an arrest, a conviction. He was increasingly sure that conviction had been false.
A knock sounded at the door, Alex shuffled the files back into their folders with a wave of his hand, sending the box to rest on a shelf with the other evidence boxes.
"Enter!"
He fanned the file open, laying out the photos near where he had laid the more recent sacrifice's photos. They were eerily similar, even down to the particular way the runes were carved or drawn. Ancient evil not seen in generations. Since the Wars several similar incidents had shown, but none had quite the same flair for horror.
Would the Wizarding world never learn? Three great wars in a century... Was peace impossible?
The photos moved, muted color showing the scene starkly. Aurors swarmed the gruesome scene, photographing, collecting evidence, measuring. A young girl looked at the camera blankly as the aurors processed her, capturing everything. She looked haunted and lost, but something made Alex pause.
It was mothimg concrete, but some odd shiver went through him the longer he stared at those eyes. He felt as though he was falling in, being lost. The head auror shook his head, trying to clear his head. It was the darkness of the attack, he told himself, the memories of being an auror working one of his first cases. The horrors of the recent attack.
But he couldn't shake those eyes.
The case had gone cold, no leads left behind, only a now-blind witness who had disappeared in the Flux, seemingly closing the case forever. But there had been an arrest, a conviction. He was increasingly sure that conviction had been false.
A knock sounded at the door, Alex shuffled the files back into their folders with a wave of his hand, sending the box to rest on a shelf with the other evidence boxes.
"Enter!"