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HP: In The Magical World As a An Extra [ Chapter 108 ]
🕑 Added 2024-09-06 14:08:54 +0000 UTCIt had all been so badly mishandled that it had taken him days of searching to actually find the further reports that he had been looking for on the various matters.
Sirius had been captured mere hours after the deaths of the potters, two miles from their house amidst the chaos of a muggle massacre….
….that apparently had been the result of a muggle gas line somehow exploding due to a spell that Sirius had fired resulting in the deaths of twelve muggles and Peter Pettigrew, leaving only a finger of the last as any evidence that he had been there.
But Ted immediately caught on that the whole thing was merely conjecture and suspicion on the part of the arresting aurors, given that none of them had even thought to check Sirius' wand before they snapped it.
Nor had any one of them thought to ask any of the surviving muggles in the area what happened before they obliviated them.
The whole thing felt like a cover-up of some kind, to Ted, or just an extreme lack of investigative intent.
With all that he had found Ted knew that he would need more, a lack of evidence on the matter only proved poor file keeping and wouldn't get him very far.
And so he had put in even more time searching for other trial records around the time, getting every record that he could and every datebook for the courts around the time that Sirius was meant to have his trial to prove that it had never been scheduled and thus never happened. And he found them.
With all the evidence in hand, he was able to construct a detailed timeline of events around when Sirius was meant to have had a trial.
Making sure every minute was accounted for so that there would be no possible legal way for a trial to have been held.
It was when all of his evidence had been gathered and all of his files were in pristine order to be presented that Ted had made his appointment with the Head of the DMLE, Amelia Bones.
It had been another week before he had been able to get a time slot with her because she was always kept busy overseeing the entire auror department.
And it had only been so soon because of his previous position with the aurors that he got bumped up the list.
But he wasn't about to complain about the favourable attitudes that got him to see her sooner.
When the day finally came he flooed directly into the auror bullpen area in his best suit, his folders and documents neatly tucked under his arm as he stepped out of the fireplace and into the familiar room.
Desks were lined in rows with two-meter spacing between them, with various aurors at them dealing with every aurors most dangerous and tedious foe, paperwork.
That was one thing that he didn't miss about the job, every arrest had to be recorded in triplicate and filed with different departments that had their own documents that needed to be filled in, and by the looks of things, it had only gotten worse since his early retirement.
"Dad!" Ted heard his daughter call as he saw her get up from one of the desks and came over to give him a hug, "what are you doing here?"
"Hello Dora," Ted greeted her as he hugged her back, "I'm just here for a meeting with Madam Bones, about you know what," he said as he released her and gestured to the folders under his arm.
"Oh?" Tonks said as she realised her eyes widening slightly knowing how long her father had been working on this, she had barely even seen him when she got home from her extra training sessions with Moody.
"What's all this then," Moody's gruff voice sounded as the veteran auror made his way over to them.
"What brings an old sot like you back here then ted?" He said good-naturedly before his magical eye flickered to the folders.
“Here to see the boss lady are ya, well fair warning she's in a mood, that toad in the pink cardigans was down not half an hour ago, Amelia's been bitching ever since."
Ted nodded and shook Moodys' hand, "thanks for the warning, I doubt I'm about to make her day any easier then." He mused.
Moody gave a bark of a laugh, "Of course yer not, you're a paper pusher now, I doubt it if you were," he smirked before putting his hand on Tonks's shoulder, "come on girl, back to the training room, yer break is over."
"What!?" Tonks said shocked, "it's not even been three minutes, you said I had five," she protested.
"Always expect the unexpected," was Moodys' only response as he dragged her back through the rows of desks.
Ted chuckled as he saw them go before turning his attention to the back of the bullpen, where he knew Amelia's office was located.
Walking down through the rows of desks he came to the open door and knocked on the door frame as he peeked inside the doorway.
The office was just as he remembered it, Amelia ways was a creature of habit, a large oak desk sat in the middle of the room on wine red carpet.
The walls were done up in a deep oak brown with many photographs lining the back wall, along with various framed newspaper clippings of important cases that she had helped to solve and put to rest over the years.
And sitting behind the desk was the woman herself, her chestnut hair pulled back and in a tight bun.
Her monocle in her eye as she read over a thick sheaf of parchment work on her desk a frown on her face as she glared at the parchment as if willing it to burst into flames.
