A/N: I've said it once, I'll say it again. I don't own anything recognizable. I am simply playing on the swing set left to all of us by the wonderful creators of Bones and Harry Potter.
If you don't like Harry's name being changed, now is the time to turn back, because it is changed and he doesn't go by Harry at all anymore.
Oh, and the Bones episodes will be out of order, I'm simply taking parts from all of them, that I've seen, for my purpose, as well as making up what I feel like. Anything that sucks, feel free to tell me, just don't flame. Flaming is stupid and will be used to heat my dungeon.
A 15-year-old teenage boy sat on the hard bench of the train after stowing his backpack, trunk shrunk within it, in the overhanging. He sat cross legged and opened his laptop. As it booted up, he traced the midnight blue ankh outlined in silver tattooed on the inside of his left wrist. He quickly shot off an email back home informing them he had arrived safely and made in on the train. His flight had landed from the US around 8 that morning and he'd head directly to the train station from there, making it to the train as one of the first ones there.
A knock on the door to the compartment brought him out of his work stupor. "Yes?"
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my compartment?" a lanky redhead asked. He was flanked on either side by a shorter boy with sandy blond hair and a tall black boy.
"CJ Hodgens and I don't see your name on it anywhere. On second thought, I don't even know your names."
"Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, and Dean Thomas," the Redhead, Weasley, looked at him expectantly.
"I'm afraid that means nothing to me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to look over some things before my dad calls."
"Is that a laptop?" Dean, the black kid, asked.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"But Muggle electronics don't work around magic."
He tapped a couple keys to close the open windows and flipped the computer around. "Clearly, mine does."
He sat across from him. "How did you get it to work?" he asked earnestly. "I've tried on different cell phones but my magic keeps frying the battery."
"Dean! What are you doing?" Ron shouted at him.
"I'll catch up with you later. I want to see how he does this."
They scoffed and walked away.
"Sorry about them. Shea is from a half and half family, but pretends he's pure. I'm a Muggleborn, so it would be easier to communicate with my family if I had a phone."
"It's all to do with the circuitry connecting the battery to the rest of the phone. It works better with some than others. I'll have Dad send me one in the next couple days. It'll take me about a week after I get it and the parts I need to get it fixed up because of classes and such, but it shouldn't take too long."
"How long did your laptop take?"
"I finished it a week ago, and it took about 4 days, but it's all I did for that weekend, except when Dad and Seeley forced me to eat and sleep."
"Who is Seeley?"
"My second godfather."
"My first is in a psychiatric facility after becoming apprentice to a cannibalistic serial killer," he said honestly, though his tone held a finality that Dean couldn't misunderstand. "I don't care if you stay or go, but I need to finish these reports by 1."
"I don't mind. What reports?"
"For court. I take the reports from the medical examiners and all of the forensic scientists to make reports that are understandable to the jury, judge, and lawyers for court. I need to compile the reports from the Squinterns. Miss Wick and Dr. Edison just sent me theirs a few hours ago, but I was on the plane. Morons forgot I was leaving and Caroline has court at 10 on a child abuse case and wants the file two hours early to look over it before passing it to the judge by 9."
"You work for the forensics lab?"
"I practically grew up there. I've been doing reports for about a year and a half." He cussed. "Dammit Daisy," he swore under his breath as he tried to fix her notes (they were out of order again).
"Where is there?" he asked as the compartment door slid open.
A gasp drew his attention up once more. "The Jeffersonian in Washington DC! Do you know Dr. Temperance Brennan?"
"Yes to both. CJ Hodgens, you are?"
"Hermione Granger, 5th year Gryffindor. Mind if I sit here? What's Dr. Brennan like?"
"Go ahead. And she is very literal, but cares greatly for her friends and family." He glanced up at her once more. "Now, if you'll excuse me. Dean can fill you in on what I've told him while I finish these. You can question me after 1." He warded the compartment for the next hour and a half while he got the report run and emailed to Cam, Caroline, and Booth. "Now, I know you have questions."
That opened the girl up considerable. She drilled him for the next 4 hours until the laptop rang. "One sec, Granger,." He clicked to answer. "Hey Cam, how was court?"
"Thrilling as usual. The defendant had a breakdown so there is a recess until a psych evaluation can be done. Sweets is doing it tomorrow morning. Did you get there alright?"
"Yeah, there's still about two hours left on the train before we get there. How's Dad?"
"In his element. He has succeeded in terrifying Daisy, taking Dr. Edison down a peg, and blown up 3 watermelons so far today. He's currently pouring his bugs on the body to clean off the flesh."
"So all in all a regular day."
"Pretty much, yeah."
"So any idea on how the victim died?" he asked sizing the video screen to open a word document simultaneously to begin typing what she said.
"Not yet. Tox screen is clean, no unusual markings on the bones, but all of the internal organs are missing, as are all bones between her ribs and her knees."
"Poison? Heart attack? Stroke?"
"Still unknown, but unlikely." The victim is estimated to be about mid-teens and female."
"Does Angie have a rendition yet?"
"Just mailed it to you. Do you recognize her? We haven't got any hits yet in any of the missing persons databases."
He opened the email. "I think so. It looks like Samantha Ortega, but with blonde hair. Tell Mom to make her a brunette. She goes to Jackson. Sam was one of the two head cheerleaders until she got knocked up. Rumor had it she was a virgin, but I heard the basketball team talking about doing her after a game. I don't know who it was, but if I had to guess, I'd say Morgan or Carter. They've got money and are highly in control of their parents, getting whatever they want and doing whatever they want with no consequence."
She dialed her phone on speaker. "Brennan," was heard through the phone.
"Is Booth still with you?"
"I'm here Cam. Got anything?"
"I've got CJ on video conference. He says the vic is Samantha Ortega, a student at Jackson."
"That fits the bone structure. CJ, what can you tell us about her?"
"She's a junior, 16, super sweet, cheerleader. Parker has a crush on her and would be able to tell you more. From what he's told me, she doesn't have a boyfriend, she gets decent grades in her classes and doesn't really hang with anyone except her twin brother, but he's been in the hospital for the last two months after crashing his motorcycle."
"Could it be someone attacking her for her parents or brother?"
"Um...one sec," he was opening some files. "Dad, Richard Ortega, is a banker, VP at Union, Mom is a surgeon at the VA. Her twin, Seth is pretty closed off from everyone, but he's a good student. The crash was just an accident. There were no markers of foul play on either his bike or the road. He lost control in the rain around a corner, fell quite far on the gravel. He's set to be released next week.
"According to the councilor notes, the parents aren't very receptive and are always at work. She visits her brother every Sunday at one. School is showing she's been excused for the last 4 days. My guess, the Dad just called in and excused her as they got the message saying she'd been gone. From what I can see, and know, Seth would be the only one to notice if anything was wrong. He's in room 606 at Washington Mercy."
"You're sure it's her?" Booth asked.
"About 99%. Rumor is she's prego, which would explain why the pelvic bone and internal organs are missing, though I'd have Cam run blood tests to check. Normally I wouldn't pay attention to it, but she was definitely a couple months along at the last game, and it could explain why she lost her spot as captain. When you talk to her brother, ask him about Tate Morgan and Lucas Carter, both are basketball players I overheard talking about Sam. It sounded like a threesome, but it could've been gang rape. She may have been under the influence of something at the time be it a substance or stress, I couldn't tell you, the first three days were touch and go for her brother." He paused. "Sam was a good girl. I didn't know her as well because of the different schools, but we ran in a lot of the same circles, friend of a friend sort of thing. She's not one to experiment with anything. Very straight laced. Rumors did get around the different schools though, and Tate Morgan and Lucas Carter were bastards, womanizing ass holes with a penchant for trouble."
"Thanks, CJ. We'll talk to the brother, then go to the school. Have you thought of anything that you forgot?"
"Can I get a couple more phones? I've met some students who want their own."
"They'll be there by Saturday, along with the spare parts," Brennan said easily.
"Thanks, Temp. Can you guys talk Dad into sending my kit?"
"We'll try," Booth said.
"Thanks, Seeley. Anything else you need form me for now?"
"I think we're good for now. Check in after the feast. Angie and Hodgens want to talk to you then."
"'Kay. Thanks, Cam. Over and out," he turned the chat off and closed the screen. He looked up to see Hermione staring at him in shock. "What?"
"You said you knew Dr. Brennan, not that you were close to her!"
"She's my godmother, of course I'm close to her."
The compartment opened to see a thin blond boy with sharp aristocratic features and two thugs blanking him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't a compartment of mudbloods."
"Not that blood matters, but I am from Wizarding blood on each side, making me what you would consider a pureblood. And you are?"
"Who am I?" he scoffed. "Of course, an American, no knowledge of your superiors. THe name's Draco Malfoy. This is Greg Goyle and Vincent Crabbe."
"Ah, Malfoy. Your father is Lucius, I believe?"
"Of course," he scoffed again haughtily.
"Hmm," he hummed non-committally.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It simply means I know of your father, nothing more, nothing less. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have better things to do than listen to you," he twisted his wrist, dropping his wand into his hand, then flicking it, forcing them back a couple steps and closing the compartment door. Another twist and his wand was stowed once more. Hermione and Dean looked at him incredulously. "What?"
"You just told off Malfoy."
"Yeah, he was being an ass. So what?"
"He will retaliate."
"He's a snake, right?"
He shrugged. "If he does, then Severus will be pissed. I didn't do anything to deserve it, simply assisted him in his exit." Dean gaped at him. "What now?" he sighed, rolling his eyes.
"You're on first names with Snape?"
"Professor Snape, and yes, I've known him for years."
"Yeah, Dad knew him from college I think and called in a favor to help tutor me." He shrugged. "It's no big deal." He stood. "We should be getting there soon." CJ yanked his robes over his head, not bothering to undo the clasps.
"You're supposed to have your uniform on," Hermione said knowingly.
"I believe I was told, by the Headmaster, 'robes' not uniform, so I'm not putting more on." As the train slowed, he stowed his laptop in his padded modern backpack as opposed to the leather, old fashioned bags seemingly favored at the school. "Anyway, I guess I'll see you around." He ducked out of the compartment.
"He is strange," Dean mused.