sekkoon

CHAPTER 17

Wednesday
January 23rd, 2008
1:13 pm
London, England
Blaise Zabini's Mansion

Dean and Neville appeared outside Blaise's house. The two aurors had snuck away from the rest of the aurors and they crept around to the back of the house. "What if we get caught?" Neville asked. "We're not going to get caught!" Dean snapped. "Now be quiet." Dean crepted over to a window and peeked inside. "Coast is clear." he stated. He waved his wand and the window quietly. "Give me a hand." Dean ordered. Neville sighed and started to heave Dean inside. Neville groaned. "God, you weigh a ton!" he cried. Dean growled and kicked Neville. With a thud, both of them fell to the ground. Neville groaned and looked up at Dean who was lying on top of him. Dean glared and stood up. Neville sat up slowly. Dean walked back over to the window. "Now help me back up and stop your complaining!" he snapped. Neville sighed and started to heave Dean back up. Dean used his arms and pulled himself through the window. He rolled onto the floor. He hurried to the doorway and peeked out into the hall. No one. Dean quietly closed the door and hurried back over to the window. He looked down. "Now come on, Neville." Dean ordered. "Start pulling yourself up, I'll help you." Neville groaned. "I can't do it." he cried. Dean growled. "Do it, Longbottom!" he ordered. Neville sighed and grabbed onto the window sill. He groaned as he started to pull himself up. Dean grabbed ahold of him and started to pull him through the window.

Neville fell back into Dean inside the room. Neville was breathing hard. Dean glared up at him. "Get off of me!" he snapped. Neville rolled to the side and stood up. Dean stood up and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a pair of white gloves. He put them on. Neville did the same. Dean and Neville tiptoed to the door and Dean opened it a crack. He peeked out. Still no one. "Come on." Dean whispered. He walked out into the hall. Neville followed him. "Where should we look first?" Neville asked. Dean opened his mouth to answer him when he heard voices coming closer to them. Dean and Neville looked around quickly. Neville opened a closet and pushed Dean inside. He walked in and left the door open a crack. Dean and Neville glanced through the crack. 5 girls ran past the door, talking and laughing loudly. "How many kids does he have?" Dean whispered. Neville shrugged. When the hall became quiet once more, Dean pushed the door open. The two got out of the closet. "A closet?" Dean asked. "Honestly, couldn't you have picked a better place?" "Would you rather have them catch us?" Neville asked. Dean muttered as he continued down the hall. Neville followed him. "Now, where should we look first?" Neville asked. "And what are we even looking for?" Dean opened a door to his far right. He smirked. "Here." he said and he walked into the room.

Neville followed him. When he walked in, he saw that the room was a office. Blaise's office no doubt. "What are we looking for?" Neville asked as he shut the door behind him. Dean hurried to the desk and started to search through it. "Any kind of evidence that connects Blaise to Sarah Wittle's murder and Jessica Scrimgeour's attempted murder." Dean told him. Neville nodded and walked over to the book shelf and started to look through the shelves. "God d*mmit!" Dean cried as he pounded his fist on the desk. "Nothing." Neville paused, a book in his hand. "Um....Dean..." Neville called unsurely. "I think I found something." Dean hurried over. Neville pointed on the shelf where he had pulled out the book. There lay a dagger. The hilt of the dagger was silver with blue jewels on it. Dean smirked and picked up the dagger. "Hello little beauty." he said. "Isn't that the dagger that-"Neville started breathlessly but he couldn't finish. He went quiet. But he didn't need to finish. Dean knew what he was talking about. "Yes, it is." Dean replied with a smirk. Neville's face grew into a smirk that matched Dean's.

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