" 'After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure' … wow, this woman can write!"

Seeley Booth flipped excitedly through the first installment of the famous Harry Potter series. His eyes lit up like a child's as he read of the first battle between Harry and Lord Voldemort. His eyes also met the ground as he tripped over a large and obvious log … for the third time in a row.

"Booth," Dr. Temperance Brennan said crossly, "will you please put that book away? That's the third time you've tripped." As she watched her partner get back up, she snatched the book from his hands and shoved it in her forensics bag.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Booth said angrily, grabbing for the text. "That's where the … stuff is!" Brennan paused, turned, and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Booth rolled his eyes and marched ahead. As he passed Brennan, she caught something that sounded like, "my property … can read if I want to…"

The body was sprawled on the ground next to the cabin, as though it had fallen from a height. Bones kneeled next to it, examining the pearly remains. "It almost looks…" she trailed off. Booth waited patiently; he knew his partner well. Brennan would definitely share her thoughts, once they were in order. "It almost looks like the remains were professionally cleaned, like back at the Jeffersonian."

"So … you think that someone was murdered, respectively cleaned, and placed next to … a cabin?" Booth questioned, watching the threatening sky. Temperance looked around at the special agent, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You don't know why we were called in here, do you?" she asked him.

Booth looked around innocently. "I thought this was just another body … they said that there were bones, so I got you, and I told you everything I know … why are you looking at me like that?" he accused Bones, who was now chuckling to herself. Reaching in her bag, she tossed Booth his book, and then pointed towards the cabin.

A hand-carved wooden sign arched over the door of the red cabin, reading, "Hagrid's Hut." Booth's eyes widened as he realized whom this cabin belonged to…

"Wait! Wow! Oh my god! Do you mean – how could I not have – what the…" he babbled. Bones okayed the bones to be sent to the Jeffersonian, and turned to laugh at Booth as he stared in amazement at J.K. Rowling's private cabin. Sudden realization accompanied by horror fell over the team, however, along with the first few flakes of snow from the oncoming blizzard. They had just realized who their murder victim must be…

later ...

Bones sighed, her depression only a mere shadow of Booths. "Yeah, Zach, it's her," she said, scrutinizing a drawing of the murder victim's face, "it's definitely her. Poor Booth … and poor Rowling fans worldwide!"

Zach Addy nodded sadly, a deep frown worrying his young features. "Who would ever do such a thing? I mean, what had she ever done to anyone?" he said. Brennan smiled and patted him on the back. "I'm sure her kids will continue the legacy … wait, nevermind."

Exiting her office, Bones flipped distractedly though the files on Rowling. Her mind racked the thousands of possibilities of death … or the thousands of possibilities of her murderer. Booth was apparently thinking the same things, because they ran smack into each other as they reached the forensic platform.

"Bones, I was just thinking," Booth said. "Wow, notify God for me, will ya?" Angela said sarcastically. Booth made a face at her and continued, "What are the possibilities of a family member or neighbor killing J.K. Rowling?"

Temperance knew exactly what he was getting at; she had been thinking the same. "Crazed fan, right? Wishing the series hadn't ended or Dumbledore hadn't been killed…so many things that make more sense than—Booth, what's wrong?"

The hate that was in Booth's eyes was like nothing any human has ever seen before. It took Bones a minute, and then her hand flew to her mouth. "I'm so sorry! I forgot you haven't—" she apologized. The brawny agent stalked off before she could finish.

"You done it now, girly," Angela said, "but anyway, for some reason, there's another dashing heroine waiting to help solve this case up there. I have no idea who she is, where she's from, or why she's here … go talk to her." Angela pointed to a woman on the platform, looking like she had been born a squint.

"I thought you were supposed to be the bold one," Bones said, scanning her ID and heading towards the young woman peering at the bones of the author. She had long, black hair, hanging just below her shoulder blades. She turned to face Temperance, and the ID card on her shirt said 'Julie Turner', along with a picture of the green-eyed lady. Smiling, she said, "Hi, you must be Dr. Brennan. I'm here to help you solve this murder."

Angela stepped up to their level. "Wait, are you a relative? Can I have your autograph?"