I walk into the hospital with my head up high and scanning the crowd for Carolyn’s dad. I march up to the front desk and stop in front of a polite young woman working at some electronic thing.
“Is Dr. Robert Cave here today?” I ask the woman.
She taps a few keys and looks at the electronic thingy. I wasn’t particularly good at Muggle Studies, but I think it’s called a computer. “Yes he is. He’s working in the ICU, which is just a floor up.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
I head over to a big silver thing, where people are waiting patiently. Doors slide open and five or so people pile in, including myself. I follow what everybody else is doing and press 2, which should lead me to the correct floor to find Carolyn’s father. I exit the lift thing and go around the floor to find his familiar face. Since the lady said that he’s up here, it shouldn’t be too hard since he isn’t the shortest guy. I finally spot him after several minutes as he walks up to the front desk of the floor. I walk up to him hurriedly.
“Dr. Cave,” I call to him as I arrive beside him.
He looks up at me and a nervous look crosses his face. “Rose, what are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to you urgently,” I tell him and Dr. Cave gently grabs my arm, then leads me over to a private area.
“Is Carolyn okay?” Dr. Cave asks quickly.
I nod. “She’s fine. This doesn’t have to do with her.”
Dr. Cave takes a deep breath of relief. “Well, what is it?”
“A patient came in last night with a wound that I’ve never seen before and I have a suspicion that it may be Muggle-related,” I whisper to Dr. Cave, making sure nobody can overhear us. “I have until eight till I have my night shift again, but I would really like to figure out what it is before I go back to work ‘cause I know it’ll bother me.”
Dr. Cave rubs his chin. “What did the wound look like?”
“According to what I heard from the person who was with the patient when it happened,” I begin, leaving out Carolyn’s name, “there was a loud pop and then the patient dropped. The wound came straight through his back, near the hip, and went straight through. He had lost a lot of blood and I had to revive him. But whatever it is, it did some damage. I suspect he’ll have a scar there.”
Dr. Cave sighs. “Follow me. I think I know what you’re talking about.”
I follow Dr. Cave closely as he weaves through the crowds of people in the halls of the ward. He grabs a clipboard from a door and walks into the room where the clipboard is from. I see a young man, maybe a teenager or young adult, lying in the bed and hooked up to a bunch of machines.
“How’re you doing, Henry?” Dr. Cave asks the patient.
“I’m fine,” Henry replies, then points to me. “Who’s she?”
“Oh,” Dr. Cave looks back over to me, “this is Rose. She’s just shadowing me today for a moment.”
“Maybe after I get out of this place, we can get dinner or something,” Henry says to me.
I raise an eyebrow. “Sorry, but I have work tonight and every day after that. And I have a boyfriend.”
“He doesn’t need to know,” Henry says and smirks at me.
Dr. Cave looks over at me. “He does this to just about every nurse. Don’t worry about it.” Dr. Cave looks back over to Henry and takes a step closer to him. “Mind if I take a look?”
Henry shrugs, then immediately regrets that decision as he winces from pain. Dr. Cave takes another step towards Henry and he moves the bandage from Henry’s shoulder. I step over to stand beside Dr. Cave and Dr. Cave moves the bandage completely, exposing an injury that looks exactly like Scorpius’ wound from last night. Dr. Cave looks over at me and I slightly nod at him. I take note of his suddenly nervous expression and he covers the wound back up.
“Looking good, Henry,” Dr. Cave tells him. “You should be out relatively soon.”
“Thank God,” Henry jokes. “I’m already getting sick of this food and I’ve only been here since last night.”
Dr. Cave laughs. “I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you again.”
I lead Dr. Cave out of the room and stop just outside of it as Dr. Cave puts back the clipboard. He leads me down the hall and to another area so he can talk to me.
“What was that?” I ask Dr. Cave as soon as we stop. “That looks exactly like the patient’s injury.”
“It was made from a gun,” Dr. Cave tells me.
A gun? That’s vaguely familiar from Muggle Studies when we learned about weapons that Muggles use.
“Guns shoot things called bullets at very fast speeds and can cause terrible damage,” Dr. Cave tells me. “I can’t even count how many times patients come in here after begin shot and die. They’re very deadly, Rose.”
“But, why would a witch or wizard have a gun?” I ask Dr. Cave. “The shooting was in the middle of Diagon Alley last night.”
Dr. Cave rubs his chin. “Maybe the person wants to use the gun because he knows no witch or wizard would know what it is.”
“Well, Muggle-borns would know and I’m sure plenty of half-bloods would too,” I correct him. “So maybe this witch or wizard is a Muggle-born or half-blood.”
“You’re not an Auror, Rose,” Dr. Cave reminds me. “Leave it to them to figure it out.”
I sigh. “But I know who the patient is. Like, as in we’re in the same year.”
Dr. Cave furrows his eyebrows. “Who was it?”
“Scorpius Malfoy,” I tell Dr. Cave and I know he’ll recognize the name.
Dr. Cave exhales slowly. “As in the kid who always teased you at school and Carolyn’s partner?”
“Why am I the only one who didn’t know they were partners?” I complain and rub my forehead. “And yes, it’s that guy. But Carolyn wasn’t there when it happened.”
Dr. Cave sighs. “You have to tell your uncle immediately, Rose.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “Why?”
“Because he needs to know that there’s a witch or wizard running around with a Muggle weapon that can kill instantly if shot in the wrong places,” Dr. Cave warns me.
I sigh. “Fine. I’ll go there immediately.”
“Go to the bathroom when nobody else is watching and Apparate back,” Dr. Cave tells me. “Go straight to the Ministry.”
I nod in understanding. “I will.”
Dr. Cave gives me a tight hug. “Be careful, Rose. And watch out for Carolyn.”
I nod into his shoulder. He’s always been like a second father to me. Whenever Dad was busy working as an Auror, then with Uncle George at the shop, Dr. Cave was who I would turn to if I needed a father figure. I always complained to him about boy troubles and my stress at school and mostly about Scorpius’ endless teasing.
Dr. Cave lets go of me, then kisses my forehead. I march down the hall as Dr. Cave returns back to work. I turn into the bathroom that I find midway down the hall and enter it when I notice nobody has noticed me. Once I get into the bathroom, I Apparate directly into the Ministry and head over to the elevators. I head down a floor and exit into the Auror’s headquarters, walking briskly through the aisles of desks in the headquarters. I head straight down the aisle and walk into Uncle Harry’s office, where I’ve been a million times. Uncle Harry looks up from his desk and furrows his eyebrows.
“What are you doing here, Rose?” Uncle Harry asks me.
I shut the door behind me and stand in front of Uncle Harry’s desk. “I know what wounded Scorpius.”
Uncle Harry furrows his eyebrows deeper. “You know about Scorpius?”
I sigh. “I was the one who saved him.”
Uncle Harry’s eyes widen. “That’s a shocker.”
I roll my eyes. “But I know what happened to Scorpius.”
“Sit,” Uncle Harry tells me and I do as he says. “What is it?”
“It’s a Muggle weapon called a gun,” I tell Uncle Harry.
Uncle Harry’s jaw drops. “Muggle weapon? But it happened in the middle of Diagon Alley.”
“I know, but that’s what it is,” I tell him. “And since pure-bloods don’t know what those are, I’m assuming you should look at Muggle-borns or half-bloods.”
“How did Carolyn not know what it was then?” Uncle Harry asks. “She is a half-blood.”
“She was raised in a very secure area and the only way she ever heard those noises was the television and those noises are always enhanced or something,” I explain. “Maybe she knew really, but couldn’t connect it. She hasn’t watched television in a long time.”
“Well at least we know the weapon to look for in Anthony’s case too,” Uncle Harry mumbles.
I furrow my eyebrows. “Wait, what?”
Uncle Harry looks up at me. “Anthony Zabini was found dead from the same wound earlier this week.”
My jaw drops. “Anthony Zabini? He was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. He always gave me a Danish whenever I helped him study for Potions.”
“There were loud pops heard early on Friday morning and he was dead when we got there,” Uncle Harry tells me. “I had heard that him and Scorpius had a falling out just before they graduated, but since he got injured as well, I’m sure we can scratch him off the suspect list.”
“What do you think’s going on?” I ask Uncle Harry hesitantly and become nervous when I see his weary eyes.