Murder At The Leaky Cauldron (Violent Murder)

Susan had stepped outside of the Leaky Cauldron to toss some garbage. She actually just wanted out of the smoke filled bar. She knew the smoke was not good for her unborn child. But she didn’t want to stay in Hannah and Neville’s house so staying at the Leaky Cauldron was the only choice. She didn’t mind helping out around the Leaky Cauldron either. Life had been so stressful lately working seemed to help her out.

She was terrified when her youngest daughter, Amelia, disappeared without a single trace. She had pulled a few strings and had figured out that she was safely with her boyfriend out in somewhere in the Americas. Then she gotten the letter from Amelia, which had greatly relieved the some of the stress. She didn’t reply with a Howler. She was just glad to know her daughter was safe and that things were no longer tense between them. She hadn’t meant to hurt Amelia’s feelings at all but sometimes it just happens, she couldn’t help her hormones.

Her train of thought was interrupted by shuffling coming from somewhere under the shadows. She frowned pulling out her wand. She had a feeling whatever was making noise was not friendly. Then all hell broke loose. Spells were flying everywhere. She wasn’t even sure of all the spells she was shooting off. She ducked when the garbage dumpster exploded by one of her stray spells giving her the most time to react. It was after that did she see she had taken out the attacker. She poked the man with her foot. She had no idea who he was. She never saw the person coming from the other direction. She had just turned around to be hit with the some sort of slashing spell. She screamed as she fell in pain. Her wand had fallen several feet away from her. She had no chance when the green spell came at her. She didn’t even have time to cry.

The last thought on Susan’s mind was of her children. She was going to leave five children behind. She thought of the little innocent life she was never going to have. She thought of all the mistakes she made the past few years. She hoped whatever waited her on the other side that she would be with all the people she lost including her unborn baby. She saw the light and walked into it.

Neville had been restocking the kitchen when he heard the loud explosion. He could fell the walls shaking. A few pots fell out of the cupboards and crashed to the floor. A bag of flower fell breaking open on stove covering everything in a light powdery dust. Mostly on the stove, the counters by the stove and the floor. He went straight for his wand expecting Death Eaters to come storming into the bar. The first thing he did was run into the main room. People had taken cover under chairs and tables. He saw his wife picking glass out of her hands.

“Susan just took the garbage out, something must have happened,” told Hannah quickly wrapping her hands with bandages from a first aid kit she always kept behind the bar. She reached for her wand and fallowed Neville. Her husband had gone back into the kitchen where the back door was.

Neville blasted the door down when it couldn’t open. He didn’t even have time to stop Hannah when he saw the blood scene. Hannah screamed. Neville looked down and saw Susan. He could see someone running in the shadows. He casted a nasty curse towards the movement. Hannah knelt down next to Susan trying to heal the wounds. He knew it was too late, he had seen enough murdered people to know when it was too late. He lent down and checked her pulse for measure. There was nothing.

“Hannah…” croaked Neville. He didn’t fight the tears. Susan had been not just a close friend to Hannah but to himself. She had been there when no one else had been. She had saved his marriage several times. He had always been nice to him even back in his early years of Hogwarts. He thought of the children, of Ernie, of her parents. How was he going to tell them? He should have ran straight out here. Maybe she would have still been alive or maybe they’d both be dead.

Hannah cries and pleas had people stirring in the main room. “Susan, out of all the people in the world you deserved better. I’m so sorry,” whispered Neville. He swore he would die protecting any of her children. He was going to track down whoever did this and kill them, no torture then kill them.

“Stay here, I’m going to fallow my gut,” said Neville walking towards the darkness. “Don’t get yourself killed!” cried Hannah but she didn’t stop him. He crept into the shadows. He was going to stalk these shadows until he found something. Blood, hair, clothes or a person, just something.