"Mrs Black, we need your cooperation for this."

Marjorie and Edward are in front of 12 Grimmauld Place, begging Druella that she'd consent to have Livvy questioned. Damn house-elf loyalty system, Druella isn't so cooperative of this currently.

"Are you implying that my mother killed my brother?" Druella asked, sarcastic amusement in her voice. "My mother, the woman who so diligently raised him? You think she abused the boy she paid lots of money for?"

"To confirm if such accusations are true or not, we'd need to investigate, don't you agree?" Edward asked in a soft tone. Druella nodded. "So, would you please let us question Livvy so we can investigate this case further, so we can find Percival sooner? Isn't that what we all want?"

"There's a possibility that Percival was never missing, but murdered," Marjorie continued. Druella's gaze remained disbelieving, although there's a sliver of curiosity there. "Due to the lack of evidence of his disappearance we find in the mansion, evidence of abuse as testified by three witnesses, and a possible motive."

"A possible motive?" Druella scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Evidence of abuse?"

"All in the package," Edward nodded. "So please, cooperate with us. Let us talk to the house-elf."

"Let's see if you are truthful, then," Druella nodded, full of arrogance. "Livvy!"

"Yes, Mistress Druella?" Livvy suddenly snapped into being behind Druella.

"These Aurors need to ask you a few questions, answer them," Druella commanded.

"Sure, Mistress Druella-" Livvy nodded.

"Does Mrs Rosier ever tell you where Percival might be?" Marjorie asked.

"Not exactly."

"Then what happened, exactly?"

"Mistress Camilla killed Master Percy and commanded Livvy to bury him within her property," Livvy answered. Druella took a sharp breath, hearing what her mother did to her brother.

"How did Mrs Rosier murder Percival?" Marjorie asked again. Livvy looked up at Druella who nodded.

"Seventeen days ago, after Master Percy sneaked out to Bournemouth Pier, Mistress Camilla burnt Master Percy's skin with her lit-up cigarettes and ordered Livvy to help her too," Livvy recalled. Druella looked down as she hears the story, remembering her own. Damn it, only Narcissa grew up right. "When Master Percy tried to crawl away, Mistress Camilla kicked his face to the wall to the point of his face bleeding and cast the incarecerous spell on his neck."

"So he died of choking?" Marjorie asked, writing Livvy's testimony down her note.

"No-" Livvy shook her head. "Then, Mistress Camilla cast the levitation charm on the clothes Master Percy was wearing, causing him to float too, before dropping him to hit the ground. After Livvy confirmed that Master Percy is dead, Mistress Camilla ordered Livvy to bury him deep in a spot in her property whilst she writes a note preparing to report for his disappearance."

"Can you show me the spot?" Marjorie asked. Livvy looked up at Druella as if asking for approval, who nodded at her. Livvy held Marjorie's and Edward's hands before disapparating, apparating in a Quidditch field in the real estate.

"There-" Livvy points to the flat ground, no grass growing on that rectangular plot.

"Eddie, get the rest of the team here, then cast an Auror line around this site," Marjorie commanded. Marjorie unearthed the ground to reveal a dirty and rotting thin body, the body being partially eaten by maggots alike, each hands hugging Scabbers and Hermes. Livvy sobbed as she looked away, not finding the power within her to see the very master that she loved, cared for, and raised so diligently three weeks ago dead and half-eaten now.

As soon as the team of Aurors comes, an Auror tagged Barnes takes several still pictures of Percy's body before levitating him to the body bag, making sure to preserve the dirt and maggots around him before placing him in the body bag, closing the bag. Barnes then holds the carrier before disapparating with it. In Southampton Precinct, Barnes pushes the carrier to the morgue.

As soon as Barnes stepped out, he went to his desk to write a note to his boyfriend, Benjamin Davies. He's been asking him about Percy's case, and he fears he'll have to be the deliverer of terrible news. If he heard right, Arthur had been coping terribly and his wife is doing just as bad.

Dearest Ben,

I'm afraid I have to be the bearer of bad news that Percival Rosier was murdered this whole time he was reported missing. Livvy, the Rosier house-elf, told how Percival died. I doubt you want to know how he died, but I will tell you everything there is to tell today.

Seventeen days ago, after Percival returned from sneaking out to Bournemouth Pier, Camilla Rosier burnt Percival's skin with her lit-up cigarettes and ordered the house-elf to help her as well. When Percival tried to resist, Camilla kicked his face to the wall, causing his face to bleed and casts an incarecerous spell on his neck. As he chokes on his blood and being out of oxygen, Camilla casts a levitation charm on Percival, before dropping him, causing him to hit the ground hard. After Livvy confirmed that Percival is dead, Camilla ordered Livvy to bury him deep in a spot in her property whilst she writes a note preparing to report for his disappearance.

I'm very grateful nothing similar ever happens to either of us, and I hope it will never. I love you.

Love,
Jon

As Benjamin receives the letter, dread arose within his heart. Benjamin closes his eyes, knowing that he must deliver this news to Arthur. Who knows what he'll do- have a panic attack, possibly. He's been more of a panicky and stressed man, slacking on his work that their boss considered to force Arthur to take a leave. And who knows about his wife?

"Arthur?" Benjamin called, causing Arthur to look at him, a hopeful yet desperate look in his eyes. Benjamin sighed, he needs to tell his co-worker the truth about his biological son's condition.

"Yeah?"

"Nothing-" Benjamin shook his head, turning his focus on his typewriter. Arthur nodded, typing again.

"Has Jonathan sent an update about Percy?" Arthur asked, looking up again. Benjamin opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He can lie and say Jonathan hasn't sent anything yet on Percy, let an Auror deal with his panic attack when they break the news to him. If they'll break the news to him.

"No," Benjamin lied, shaking his head. "Umm, I'm just worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"About you," Benjamin answered, his hands off his typewriter to shift focus on Arthur. "You've been having a lot of panic attacks at the mere mention of Percy and been slacking on your work, thinking nothing but him. Why don't you take a break, focus on yourself? You have four other children still at home, you can't keep on being a mess over one child you never even see."

"You never had a child, Benjamin," Arthur said through his grit teeth. "You don't know what it's like."

"Maybe-" Benjamin shook his head. "But you have to admit, this isn't healthy for you."

Arthur puckered his lips. "Sure."