I am the Resurrection

By Tammyfait69

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all characters. I just like to take them out and play with them for a bit!

A/N: Sorry I know it's been a minute between updates. I've been working on a few fics. I've finally got several chapters of each done though, so I'm going to start posting again. :)

Chapter 4

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Ministry of Magic: Magical Law Enforcement Offices: Sept. 12, 2009.

Gregory Goyle did not like being hauled in for questioning regarding this Ripper nonsense. Just because he knew two of the witches murdered did not mean he killed the bloody bints! After the fuck all insanity of the Dark Lord, Goyle had moved to muggle London and did his best to live under the radar of the MLE. Until today, when Harry fucking Potter had arrived at his house with a warrant from the Ministry for failing to report his change of address to the MLE. It was bollocks, and being arrested was not how Goyle had predicted his day going…

"C'mon Potter," Goyle muttered as the Boy Who Refused to Fucking Die led him into an interrogation room. "If you wanted to ask me about La Crombe and Cutter, fine. Ask away, but to have me taken in on this shite is rubbish and you know it!"

"Shut it, Goyle, you're in deeper than that. You're also close to Malfoy and now he's missing!"

Goyle gaped at him. "And you think I had something to do with that?" When Harry just stared at him, motioning for him to take a seat. Goyle's broad face blazed with color. "You're a fucking twat, Potter," he snarled, his big fists clenching and unclenching.

To his credit, Harry didn't shy away from the menace the bigger man was displaying. "Take a seat, Goyle and calm the fuck down. I just need to ask you a few questions."

Goyle took a deep breath and let it out, calming himself. "You've gone 'round the twist if you think I had anything to do with Draco's disappearance," he huffed, taking a seat at the scarred wooden table placed in the center of the room. "He's my bloody mate! One of the only ones I have left," Goyle added, indignant at even the suggestion that he would bring harm to Draco Malfoy.

Harry did not take a seat across from the ex-Slytherin, instead he leaned against the wall, unobtrusively studying his old schoolmate, looking for a crack in his demeanor; something that would let him know if he was lying.

"It didn't bother you even a tad that Malfoy and his parents defected and turned on your "Dark Lord"?" Harry's sarcasm when saying the pure-blood title for Voldemort obvious.

"I could give a shite about all that!" Goyle growled. "Look Potter, our fathers may have worshipped that half-blooded maniac, but Draco and I…we weren't in it because we really believed Voldemort's shite." Goyle paused for a moment, a sadness creeping into his voice as he said, "Crabbe did. Vince was a believer…but not the rest of us."

Goyle's gaze focused somewhere above Harry's head as he explained a troubled past. "Draco was forced to take the dark mark because his father failed, pure and simple." Again, a certain melancholy affected the big wizard's voice. "Once he had the mark and Hogwarts happened…" He sighed. "Well, it all kind of went to pot and none of us had much of a choice on whether we wanted the sodding mark or not at that point; The Dark Lord was forcing it on us."

"So, you blame Draco then for you receiving your mark?"

Goyle leaned forward intently. "No!" he growled. "I never blamed Draco for anything that happened before or during the war—I still don't."

Harry studied the wizard and found himself believing him. "Then I would think you'd want to do everything in your power to help me find him, Goyle. Right?"

Goyle seemed to wilt before Harry's eyes. "If I knew sod all about where Draco was, don't you think I'd bloody well tell you?" His shoulders sagged, and his chin dropped towards his chest. Goyle seemed to contemplate the desk for several long moments before he spoke again. "No matter what you or your sodding Aurors think, Draco Malfoy is my oldest mate and I'd never hurt the bloke. Never."

"I'm not saying you did, but I'm going to chase down every lead until I find Malfoy. Got it?" Harry replied. "The quicker you answer my questions, the quicker you're out of here."

Goyle's hulking body finally relaxed and the big wizard leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Fine. If you think it'll help Draco, I'll answer whatever questions you have of me."

Harry took a seat across from the hulking pure-blood wizard. "Good. Glad you're finally coming around."

Greg Goyle heaved with a sigh. "Sure, you are Potter. Let's get on with it then, yeah?"

Harry gave a curt nod. "So, when was the last time you saw Malfoy?"

"When he questioned me about La Crombe and Cutter," Goyle replied.

"And when Malfoy questioned you about your relationship to La Crombe and Cutter, were you upset with him? Angry he suspected you?"

"Why would I be upset with him?" Goyle retorted with a roll of his eyes. "He came over for to my flat for drinks you tosser and during the visit he asked me about the witches. He didn't drag me into his bloody office by my bollocks and grill me, Potter!"

Before Harry could respond to the wizard's reply, the door to the interrogation room was opened and Hermione stuck her head inside.

"Harry," she said in her no-nonsense manner. "I need to speak with you." Before Harry could even form an argument, Hermione added, "It's quite urgent."

Harry followed Hermione from the room and immediately called for another Auror.

Marcus Belby, a former Hogwarts student who graduated a year before Harry and Hermione and a third year Auror was left in charge of Goyle.

"Keep him here until I return, Belby," Harry said. "I still have a few questions for Goyle."

Belby nodded, taking hold of the handle of the door to the interrogation room. "Will do, boss," he replied before entering the room to baby-sit the snake they had on ice.

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The dark wizard was livid. Once again, he had failed.

The spell he had performed was a complicated bit of magic, but he was an accomplished wizard. This should not be beyond his capabilities, yet he could not achieve the results he was looking for. She should be moving by now, but she was not.

He glanced at the decaying corpse on his table, enraged she was not resurrecting and coming back to life as she was supposed to, as the book promised she would if he executed the spell properly.

He poured over the ancient text, reading the resurrection spell over and then over again. He had followed it to the letter, not an ingredient missed, not a ritual skipped. "What am I missing?" he hissed, frustrated.

For his final project, he needed the black heart of a witch who had been darkened by ambitious appetite.

Vague at best, but he knew there was only one witch that fit that description. He looked at his table; Bellatrix Lestrange, the blackest, most dark witch of the last three generations! Her heart should be the key, and he desperately needed to rennervate her heart to complete his mission…but each and every one of his sacrifices had failed to bring her back. Now he was frustrated and infuriated that the magic wasn't working.

"Bloody fucking hell!" he snarled, kicking a small end table across the room, enraged at his failure.

After some pacing, he took a dep breath to calm himself. "I can do this," he said as he continued to pace soothingly. "I just need to be calm and thorough. There's something I missed. I must find it. It is there. It simply needs to be found."

His words were soothing to himself and his breathing regulated, becoming deep and even.

Yes." He took a deep breath. "There. I can do this," he said again, settling his normal calm façade upon his face. "I am the savior. I am justice. I am the resurrection."

He felt better after reminding himself of his mission.

With renewed vigor, he went back to work trying to bring Bellatrix back from the dead…

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Muggle London:

"He thinks he's a what now?" Harry exclaimed, stunned she'd found Malfoy as well as her story about him thinking Malfoy was some sort of character from a book or movie of some sort.

"As I've said…twice, he thinks he's a muggle actor who played Draco in a muggle cinema picture. Really Harry, do keep up."

"I am. I just can't believe it."

"Well, believe it," she said as she unlocked the door to "Tom's" flat with the key's she'd nicked from him before she'd left.

Thankfully, he was still unconscious and laying on the large couch where she'd left him.

Harry stood over the prone form and shook his head. "Blimey. You've done it, Hermione. A little added scruff," he said, noting the dark blond mustache and goatee, as she had, "but that's Malfoy alright."

Hermione smirked. "Yeah, the dark mark on his arm kind of confirmed that for me, Harry. What are we going to do with him? He doesn't know who he is."

"We need to get him to St. Mungo's and have the healers there examine him."

She nodded. "But first we should search here. There might be a clue as to where he's been, yeah?"

It did not take them long to search the flat since Tom Felton (Malfoy) had only moved into the residence less than two weeks prior according to the leasing agreement Harry had found in a desk drawer.

Hermione took a seat at the marble kitchen island in the center of the modern open kitchen. From her seat she could still see the couch "Tom" was lying on. "There's nothing here." Hermione said. "It is like this is a hotel and he's just staying here."

"I found these in his desk," Harry said, placing a pile of papers on the table in front of her as he took a seat across from her.

Hermione started sorting through them. "These are receipts for furniture, the telly, the appliances. The leasing agreement…they were all signed for or purchased on the same day."

"Yeah. The first of this month. Tom Felton didn't exist before that day."

"Okay, so September 1st was the first day Malfoy became Felton…Where was he for the end of July and the entire month of August?" Hermione set the papers aside with an aggravated sigh. "Unfortunately, these are rubbish for telling us that."

Harry took a seat at the table across from her. "I have a theory on that."

"Care to share?" she asked, brow raised.

Harry smirked. Hermione did not appreciate not knowing something. "I think our killer had him."

"Come again?" Hermione exclaimed, wide eyed. "You can't believe that madman just kept him a hostage for over a month?" Harry nodded. "But why? Why not kill him outright if Malfoy had discovered the killer's identity?"

"That I can't say, but I think the reason he kept him that long was it took our killer those thirty-seven days to do this to him." Harry glanced across the room at the prone man on the couch and shook his head.

"That is an exorbitant amount of time to use memory spells or legilimens, Harry," Hermione said, her skepticism obvious.

"Normally, I'd agree with you, but you don't know how good Malfoy is at mind magic," Harry told her. "I've spent the last five years working with him and Draco is the most accomplished occlumens and legilimens I've seen since Snape or even Dumbledore. In fact, it was Snape and Bellatrix Le Strange who taught him legilimens."

Harry's green eyes met Hermione's caramel ones and the witch saw something she'd have never believed possible. Respect. Respect for Malfoy.

"He told me by sixth year he could keep Snape out of his head using occlumency and before he defected to our side, he was able to stop Voldemort from invading his mind as well."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "And you know I have personal experience of how skilled you-know-who was at mind magic."

Hermione was starting to see Harry's point. "If Malfoy could hold Voldemort at bay ten years ago…"

"Well, I'm certain Ol' Snake Face never worked on him for thirty-seven days straight. I don't think even Dumbledore could have kept Voldemort out for that amount of time, but still… Malfoy is very accomplished; it would not have been an easy task to get through his defenses, obliviate him and create an entire alternate reality," Harry said.

"You know," Hermione said, "when you obliviate someone's memories, you don't really erase them, Harry. It's more like you put them into a locked box and the memories are stored in the attic of a person's mind. To release them you have to have the right key."

Harry nodded, he was well aware that Hermione was intimately familiar with the obliviating process. It had taken her five long years after the war ended, but she'd finally found the key to restoring her parents' memories. "Do you think you could do it?"

She shook her head. "I didn't cast the spell. We have to get him to St. Mungo's," Hermione said. "Hopefully, Dean Thomas is on duty. He's the best when it comes to mind magic diagnostics and cures. If anyone can discover what happened to Malfoy, it's Dean."

Harry nodded. "Thomas helped you get your parents' memories back, yeah?"

"Yes. He did and I'm forever grateful. It was his magical CT scan device that led me to creating the proper spell. He can use it to discover what spells were used on Malfoy, see what is happening inside his mind and figure out how to retrieve his memories."

Harry was all for the plan. "Okay, let's apparate him then. You take an arm and I'll take an arm and we'll do a side-along."

"Alright, but first we should to do a glamour charm on him to disguise his appearance, don't you think? If the killer did this to him and we show up with him at St. Mungo's…"

Harry caught her point straight away. "His disappearance has made the Prophet's front pages for over a month, someone will report his reappearance to the press." He smiled at his best friend for near on twenty years. "Good thinking, 'Mione."

Hermione waved her wand over Draco's distinctive platinum blond head, darkening his locks to a golden brown. His newfound goatee and mustache, she left because it further detracted from Draco's usual clean-shaven countenance.

"What do you think?" she asked Harry.

"It'll work for a passing glance, but anyone who studied him might recognize him. We'll need to have him brought to a private room immediately."

Hermione arranged herself under the hovering wizard and slung one of Draco's arms over her shoulder as she looked to Harry, who was on the other side of Malfoy. "We're apparating to the front entrance, yes?" She clarified. If they did not have the same destination in mind when they disapparated, all three of them could end up splinched.

Harry nodded, placing Draco's other arm around his own shoulder. "Yeah," he confirmed, understanding her need to be certain. Getting split up into several body parts was not how Harry wanted to end his days; and he was pretty certain Malfoy would rather stay Tom Felton than end up in little magical bits and pieces as well.

"On three," Hermione said. Harry nodded again. "One. Two." Hermione's hand tightened around Malfoy as she prepared herself for the wonky feeling of being sucked through time and space. "Three," she said, closing her eyes and deliberately focusing on here she wanted to go. Harry did the same and with a distinct popping *crack* the three of them disapparated.

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St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries:

Luckily, Healer Thomas was indeed on duty. He had not only helped Hermione in the past, but as a former Gryffindor, Hermione and Harry were certain he could be trusted to keep the circumstances of their visit confidential.

In the ten years since Voldemort and the pure-blood elitists had been defeated, Dean Thomas had become a renowned healer, known for his expertise in mind magic. Thomas, along with Hermione had led a charge several years ago that convinced the ministry to allow muggle medicine to be taught to healers in conjunction with magical medicine. Since that time, wizarding medicine had adapted to include many of the useful devices of muggle medicine such as MRIs and CT scans.

Thomas was a front runner in implementing these new ideas. His invention of a device that combined muggle medicine and wizarding medicine to create magical 3D images of the brain and how it could be infected by spells and magic had changed the wizarding world. By using the magical CAT scan, it allowed healers to produce detailed pictures of a person's brain, allowing them to clearly decipher which area of the brain was infected and what type of magic was responsible.

While they waited for their former classmate to answer his page, Harry used his Auror status to have a private room made available to them; bringing an unconscious Draco Malfoy into the ER would cause quite a stir. He also made a quick floo call to Minister Shacklebolt, getting authorization for Thomas to leave off doctor/patient confidentiality so Dean could discuss Malfoy's medical status with Harry and Hermione without breaking his healer oath to maintain a patient's privacy.

Hermione waited as Harry had his floo call with Kingsley. She did not like waiting in the lobby and hoped Malfoy could be placed in a room before any of the staff or other patients became aware of who their unconscious side-along was. The last thing they needed was their visit making the front page of the Daily Prophet and alert the killer that Malfoy had been found.

Harry had just returned, signed authorization in hand, when a young healer named Megan arrived and escorted them away from the lobby. For once, Hermione was pleased at Harry's fame because thankfully, young Megan was far more impressed to be in the company of the great Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, than she was interested in getting a close look at who her patient was; and soon, they were situated in a private room without incident or discovery.

Within a few minutes, Dean Thomas entered the room. He was surprised to see Harry and Hermione waiting but did a complete double take when he saw his patent.

"Hold up! Isn't that—?"

"Yes. It is," Harry said before Thomas could say Malfoy's name out loud.

"I thought he was missing," Thomas said.

"He was," Hermione said. "We just found him today, but it appears he's been obliviated and had legilimens used on him."

Harry handed Shacklebolt's authorization to Thomas first and waited while Dean read the parchment and agreed to discuss Malfoy's medical case with them before he explained Draco's situation to the healer. The Auror started with when they'd last heard from Malfoy and ended with Hermione's interaction with the missing wizard today.

Thomas' eyes narrowed. "You're saying someone created a new identity for him?" Hermione and Harry nodded. Dean whistled softly. "That takes time and skill."

"We think that's why Malfoy didn't resurface until the beginning of this month—the killer had a hard time of it getting through Malfoy's occlumency walls and didn't succeed until recently."

"Let me run a few basic diagnostics first," Healer Thomas said. "And then we can do a scan to see what type of magic has infected his brain.

Harry and Hermione stood off to the side while Thomas worked. After completing a general checkup that ensured Draco's health in order, Dean produced what looked to be a muggle lap-top computer. It was his CT device. He flipped open the lid and fired up the device. The screen turned on, showing a rotating 3D brain scan. Under the keyboard was a slot for a wand.

Thomas pulled the black wand out from its designated space and calibrated it to specifically scan for obliviate, legilimens and dark magic based charms or spells. "Okay, well let's see what's going on in there yeah?"

XXOOXX

Magical Law Enforcement Offices:

If anyone had told Greg Goyle that Blaise Zabini and Theo Nott would arrive at the MLE offices with a high-priced attorney in tow for him, he'd have told that individual they'd gone barmy and needed a checkup at Saint Mungo's; however, a few hours after Potter had hauled him in, that is exactly what happened, much to Goyle's shock.

After a rather heated debate with the lawyer, Marcus Belby was forced to release the big wizard when the attorney produced proof that Goyle's fine for failing to report his change of address had been paid in full.

"As you can see from this receipt, the probation department accepted the two hundred galleon fine rather than force my client to serve any time for the offense; therefore, either you charge my client with another crime besides the failure to report—and think long and hard about that because it had better stick, or you personally, as well as your department will certainly face a harassment suit in the Wizengamot."

Belby looked more than a tad sick at the threat. "Me personally?" he clarified.

"Yes. You personally, Auror Belby. Or…" the attorney went on, "you can release my client immediately and we'll be out of your hair; quick as a golden snidget!"

Left without choice, Marcus Belby admitted they had no other charges and grudgingly released Goyle.

Theo Nott flashed a devilish smirk at the frustrated Auror. "Tell Potter if he has any more questions for any of us Slytherins, he'd best contact our attorneys first, yeah?" the brunette wizard said, handing Belby several business cards.

"Yeah," Belby said, accepting the cards. "As if that's a surprise. Slytherin snakes with their slippery lawyers."

Zabini offered the former Ravenclaw a smirk. "That's right, and make sure your Gryffindor hero knows that if he drags any of our arses in here again without representation, we won't be taking the fucking piss with you Aurors next time. You will be facing a harassment suit. Got it, Belby?"

Belby nodded, but his dark brown eyes were angry as he watched the three wizards stroll out of the Aurors' offices as if they hadn't a care in the world. "Fucking Slytherins!" he muttered, knowing he was going to have to explain to Potter why the probation department had not been contacted and told not to accept a fine.

Situated between his two former housemates, Goyle clapped a meaty hand on each of their shoulders. "I can't thank you enough, mates," Greg Goyle said, grinning as they left the MLE and headed for the lift. "Bloody brilliant, that was!"

Zabini chuckled softly. "It was wasn't it?" the Italian wizard said, pressing the button to call the lift. "It's a shame Potty himself wasn't there to witness us slither Greg out of his grasp."

The three former Slytherin's all laughed at the pun.

The lift arrived, and Nott gave each of his mates a sideways smirk as they entered the contraption. "We'll get a chance to bugger the 'Boy Who Should've Died' another time. I say we head over to the Leaky Cauldron and raise a drink for our mate Draco and put our heads together to find the bloke. Salazar knows if we wait for Potter and his Aurors to do it, Draco might never be found!"

There was a general consensus of agreement as the doors closed to the lift and away, they went.

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Okay guys, I have a few more chapters of this done now so I'll be posting more often. Thank you. Reviews are love and sweets for the muse. Feed her cookies please. :)