Night was approaching in Azkaban, but the inside of Azkaban was so dark it hardly made any difference. Angus had been given a rather pitiful ration of bread and water, which he turned down. His pain potion had worn off hours ago, and he was miserable. He had had to keep trying to cast a patronus spell but he did not want to think of a positive thought because all that did was to cause a dementor to swoop in to try to swipe it from him. So he had chosen to focus, instead, in mildly miserable memories. Not horrendous traumatizing ones. Just troubling enough that it caused the dementors to not zero in on him. He could hear when the other prisoners were being tortured. Their hideous screams echoed endlessly all around him. Angus was determined to make his survival training count, though. He stretched out on the mattress-less wooden bunk and closed his eyes, wanting to escape it all for awhile and sleep.
The men on Edward's crew who had seen this sort of thing before came in to put the house back to rights. Edward went over to the body on the floor and looked at it carefully.
"Robert, come look at this," he said. He took out a pocketknife from his pocket and cut a lock of sticky, matted fur from the werewolf and handed it to Robert. Robert looked carefully at the fur and the odd reddish substance on the fur.
"It's a potion but I don't know what," Edward said. Robert looked at the substance and then looked at Edward.
"It's a rather rare potion, not used very often because there isn't much of a sue for it. It is a Draught of Irrepressible Hunger."
"Never heard of it," Edward said.
"Causes whoever drinks it to have agonizing, crippling hunger that cannot be eased or satisfied no matter how much one eats," Robert said. "Bloody painful, and pointless. Can drive one mad if they're given enough of it. Poor bloke. In his animal state, he was looking to feed."
"On us."
"Yes," Robert said.
"So there truly was no choice but to kill him," Edward said.
"Not unless we could have contained him til the potion wore off or until I could formulate and antidote," Robert said.
"Who would do that?"
"I'm telling you I know there was a human here," Kate said. "Anise was sensing the werewolf, but i was sensing a human. Maybe the human planted the werewolf in here."
"If they did, they were trying to deliberately kill one of us," Robert said.
"Clearly," Edward said. "Sounds like I need to make a stand right here until I can figure out who they want and why."
"Well, that would work if you could stay awake forever," Robert said. "It would help if we knew who was behind this and what they've struck out at Angus for."
"You're thinking it isn't Suzanne," Kate said.
"I'm betting it isn't," Robert said. "It feels all wrong for Suzanne or Gelding either one. I could be entirely wrong, and if I am, we'll go after Gelding with everything we've got. My gut, though, says this is someone else. So who has some sort of interest in hurting you or Angus, Edward? Let's make a list."
"You don't have enough paper for that," Edward said. "But so long as my housekeeper and my head of house are here, they're in great danger."
"Yes. They are."
"it's been their only home for the last forty years," Edward sighed. "They're like family to Angus and me. They changed his diapers, for pity's sake."
"So, let's set a protection line around the house so that you, your family, your housekeeper and your head of house are the only ones who can get in for now, and then let's see what happens."
"We have to start somewhere," Edward sighed. Once the werewolf was removed and the room cleaned, Robert and Edward and Kate set the protection line in place and then warned Edward's housekeeper and her husband. They were not afraid, and they insisted they weren't leaving. Edward made them promise to send him word at the slightest disturbance.
Then, Edward, Kate and Robert, all ported back to Edwards. Meanwhile, Ginger had taken her shower for the night, and she'd taken part of a cinnamon roll and a mug of tea and had gone downstairs to be closer to Anise.
"Sorry," Robert told them when they came in from Edward's side of the duplex. "Took us longer than we thought. We have some reason to think this is not Suzanne or Tom. This is, most likely, someone else, but who or why, we have no idea."
"So we have nothing," Michael said.
"Well, not entirely nothing but close to it," Robert admitted.
"Bloody fabulous," Michael sighed.