The officer, who introduced himself as Jimi Rónán, apparated the family near an old, broken, red telephone booth.

"Get inside. Two at a time." Rónán barked. 

Dhanish stepped a little closer to Dabria and gripped her hand.

"No," Tia said. "The girl's a murderer. Dhanish, come here with me." She motioned for him to walk over. 

Dhanish didn't move. "I want to go with Dabria."

Rónán shook his head. "Your mom's right. Go with her."

The twins, simultaneously glared at Rónán. His long red hair and scarred face glared back, just as fierce. Eventually, Dhanish let go of his sister's hand and walked away to the booth.

Rónán walked a little closer to Dhanish and Tia. "Type in 62442 into the phone. When you reach the Atrium, wait for me." Tia did what he commanded, and the doors closed as the two went underground. 

The ride downward was awkward. Extremely awkward.

"Creator-"

"Don't talk to me. You have no right to call me by my Meaning."

Tia sighed. "Dhanish, you're being ridiculous."

Dhanish spun around. "Am I, Mother? Am I ridiculous for caring about my sister? Am I ridiculous for trying to protect her from abuse? Am I ridiculous for wanting my sister to know someone loves her? Am I? Answer me, dammit!"

Tia looked tacken aback. Then, her face contorts into one of fury. "I will not have you talking to me like I'm her."

Dhanish took some deep breaths. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say her name. Say  Dabria's name. Your daughter's name. Not her Meaning, but her real name."

Tia squared her jaw and did not say anything. Dhanish had the sudden urge to spit.

Once the elevator came to a stop at Level 8, Tia and Dhanish stood awkwardly, waiting for Rónán and Dabria. It made Dhanish sick to think that his mother would smile and act like everything was okay, and all the while, his sister was suffering.

Suffering because of her parents.

Suffering because of him.

Dhanish swallowed back hot, angry tears as his twin came down the elevator. Dabria was glowering at Rónán and it made Dhanish's heart hurt. There was so much hate in her eyes.

"All three of you follow me. We will take you to be questioned."

Dhanish hung back next to Dabria and grabbed her hand. "You alright?"

Dabria nodded. "Fine."

Liar.

After walking through thick wooden doors, the Auror led them to Level 2, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. There were hundreds of Aurors. They were filling out paperwork, conjuring spells, or rearranging the desks. Rónán walked over to his desk, which had papers everywhere, including the floor. He sat down and ordered them to sit, before taking out a notepad.

"Now, I do hope we won't have to do this the hard way. But, I do have ways to make you talk."

Dhanish glared. "We're not drinking anything."

"You really aren't smart are ya? Veritaserum is illegal." Rónán drawled.

"Don't talk about my son. We're here to question Dabria and that's it." Tia said.

"Well, let's start. Dabria, how did you kill Mr. Abel?" 

"I didn't kill Martin. He killed himself."

Tia scowled, "Quit being difficult and answer the question, girl."

Dabria opened her mouth for a quick retort, and quickly shut it. She was on thin ice already.

"Martin used the Killing Curse. He tried to kill me,  but I deflected it." Dabria said.

"How?" Rónán asked.

"I used the Shield Charm, Protego." Dabria said evenly.

Rónán leaned forward, eyes narrowed. He looked over at Tia, and raised an eyebrow. "I think we're forgetting an important detail."

Tia crossed her arms. "What?"

A man stepped out next to Rónán, "How did Martin know how to perform the Killing Curse?"