The Phoenix’s Ashes
New York City, early spring, rain poured down from the sky in a rather cold and depressing storm. A team of the city’s Muggle police were called to an apartment building. Earlier in the day the landlord of the apartment was doing his daily maintenance rounds of the complex. Things seemed in order, though there was a leak on the third floor. Upon entering the hallway of the third floor he heard a strange voice and a flash of green light shone brightly from one of the apartments. Then suddenly a thud as if something heavy had fallen to the floor, this was followed by a very loud crack! Fumbling for his keys to check on his tenant he leaned against the door and found it to be ajar. When the landlord looked inside he found the victim’s corpse lying there on the floor. The landlord then left and rushed to phone the authorities.
When the Muggle police arrived the body was cold. As they began to investigate a loud crack was heard outside of the door, in the hallway. Then a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” one Muggle officer said to the officer in charge.
“I don’t know, maybe someone who knew the victim?” the officer in charge replied as he answered the knock at the door.
“Who are you?” The police officer asked.
The sharp-dressed man, wearing a full English gentlemen’s suit, oxford shoes, and a impeccable haircut, with just a small bit of five o’clock shadow on his chin, pulls a small blank piece of parchment bound in a leather wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket. “Rick Phoenix, Private Investigator. I have been looking for this man.” The parchment he had shown was charmed and it successfully fooled the muggle he was trying to fool. “Do you mind if I start my investigation?” Rick asked.
The officer in charge shook his head in a bit of disbelief. “I thought you said you were looking for him, now you found him, you can tell who ever hired you that the body will be at the 21st precinct. Now screw off.”
Calmly but curtly Rick Phoenix let himself into the apartment, brushing past the Muggle. “You see I have been hired to find him, and upon so should he be dead, track down his killer. Now, do I have to get a hold of whoever is in charge of you, or may I do my investigation? I assure you I will be brief.”
The officer in charge, not knowing what to think, decided that anger was his best option. “Now you listen here!”
Rick spun around on one heel and cut him off. “No – you listen. I have a duty the same as you. All you can do is at least tell me how the victim died, that will be enough for me to go on.”
The officer in charge calmed down a bit. “Well, it looks like it may have been a heart attack, shows no explanation for his death,” the Muggle coroner chimed in.
Rick gave the Muggles a sharp nod and headed out for the door.
Stopping at the doorway, Rick turned to the Muggles. “One last, small thing.” He then pulled a wand out of his inside jacket pocket. “If I could get all of you to please look at the end of this stick… Good. Obliviate.” A bright flash of white light comes shooting out of the tip of the wand. Rick puts his wand back into his jacket pocket and clears his throat, “Thank you all so much for taking the time to complete this training exercise. You may all go back to your precinct, and tell your superiors that you did a smashing job. But please do make haste for we need to get ready for our next group.”
Rick held the door open for the Muggles as they gathered up their things and left the apartment. Once the Muggles were long gone Rick went to work where he was able to examine the body. The face looked like the man he was after, but that could be faked. What couldn’t be faked, though, was the wand of the victim. The wand was a match to a very important witness, one who was under the protection of the Ministry of Magic. “Damn! It’s as I feared. Don Artross will now go free.”
Written by Leara Lynn Wolfe