Broken Hero

Summary: Ron and his wife Daphne are assigned to investigate a string of murders. It soon becomes clear that an old friend is responsible. AU.

Rated T for Violence and Language.

Many thanks to the Teacher's Lounge for their support. And thank you, AHighAndLonesomeSound, for being my Beta Reader. I don't own anything except this idea.

June 28th, 2007, Ronald Weasley's Office

"What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now?" I asked myself as I stared at the clean desk in front of me.

There were no active cases. All of my paperwork is done. There haven't any parole violations from anybody. Nobody has killed anyone to the best of my knowledge. I've had so much free time today that I actually cleaned my entire office for once.

I even got some spots in this office that I didn't even know existed.

I know I said I wouldn't play Wizard's Chess with myself at work, but damn it, what am I supposed to do?

Maybe I could go see Tonks? She's always got something to do. Or maybe I could go home early. My Boss is always saying I need to take more time off.

I was contemplating this when Tonks walked in with a big file in her arms. This is good.

"Wotcher, Ron."

"Hey Tonks. What's new?"

She took a seat and laid the file on my desk before taking a deep breath.

"Ron, we have a bad one," was what she said before I took the file and opened it.

I've been an Auror for nearly ten years now. I've been in the Homicide Division for four years. I've seen my share of messed up things. But this takes the cake. They were barely recognizable. Some had been torn to pieces. Really fucked up shit.

I barely heard Tonks explain what had been going on. Over a hundred dead bodies of Dark Wizards had been found in a storage locker. All of them reported missing since the year 2000.

"Who found the bodies?" I asked.

She ran her fingers through her hair and stared at the ceiling.

"A couple of Teenagers."

I rolled my head and closed the file before I threw up. I needed a drink and I hadn't even started the case yet. What kind of sick bastard does this?

"Any suspects?"

She shook her head. Great. Just great. Over a hundred bodies and we don't have a suspect.

I grabbed my wand from my desk, picked the file up and said, "I'm going to see Daphne and get a stake-out started."

Tonks stood up as well and replied, "I'd recommend the Wyvern's Inn to start."

"Thanks." was all I said as I made my way to my partner's office. I've known Daphne Greengrass for sixteen years. The only witch braver than her is Hermione Granger. She's the sweetest woman I've ever met.

She's also been my wife for coming up on five years now.

I knocked on the door a few times.

"Come in!"

I walked in and came face to face with my brunette wife. My God she looked beautiful.

"Hey Ron!"

I took a seat in front of her and said, "We have a case." before handing her the file.

It only took a few minutes before we had made out a plan.

Knock-Turn Alley, 9:00 P.M., Wyvern's Inn

"Who do you think it was?" she asked me as our drinks arrived. Hot cocoa was on the menu tonight and damn if it wasn't good.

"Could be anyone," was what I said before glancing around the pub. It was a slow night. Not a lot of people around. Maybe the guy won't show up.

I knew that Dark Wizard's aren't exactly the most popular people out there, even though I know now that not all of them are evil. That made me think of my own misguided youth. Back then everything was Black and White. Slytherins were evil. Gryffindors were good.

I glanced at Daphne and smiled. Boy was I wrong. I don't know where I'd be if I still thought those stupid things.

Anyways though, it really could be anyone doing it. But it was probably a survivor of the Second War, if you ask me. Probably someone who fought against Voldemort's Army.

"So, you remember what day is coming up?" brought me out of my thoughts to her smiling face.

"Yep. 5 year anniversary. Where do you want to go?"

Her smile suddenly vanished and she pointed behind me, careful not to raise her arm.

"Guy two tables behind you." I slipped into business mode and turned around, my hand already on my wand. The man was cloaked, even though he was inside. He was twitching, seemed like he couldn't sit still.

"Want to go over and talk to him?" was my response. She nodded and we both got up, slowly, and made our way to the man in the cloak.

Then he made a move for his wand. We both had ours out as he started casting Killing Curses everywhere. Hell had broken loose.

"Drop your wand right now!" Daphne yelled out.

"Do as she says!"

The man stopped, as if he was stunned. He lifted his hood and as he did, he spoke, "Ron? Daphne?"

A chill went up my back as the hood went to his back. No way. No bloody way. My eyes had to be lying to me. But they weren't.

It was Neville Longbottom.

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