The One That Got Away

Anger

Tom was paying a little visit to the ministry of magic. It seemed that one of his men had gained a criminal record. So, Tom went to the ministry tour for students. He'd booked a private tour. He needed to get into the department of law enforcement and burn the record of Wallace Dolohov . His sister would be far better suited for his ranks, but her brother would be the one inheriting the money.

The tour had been arranged by Slughorn and when Tom entered the ministry, he was struck by how much he seemed to like it. The papers wizzing around, and everyone looked important, as if they had somewhere to be. Well, except for the small man who looked about eighteen years old who was carrying too much than he could carry. Tom spotted his guide.

"I expect those in my office by four, Fudge." Tom's guide said to the man. "You must be Tom, Slughorn's told me so much about you."

"All good things I hope." Said Tom, A's he shook the older man's hand.

"All spectacular things. I am Charles Sewl, head of the unspeakables. Unfortunately I can't tell you what I see in there, so I will take you on a grand tour. Beginning with the department of magical law enforcement."

"Sounds incredible, sir." Said Tom.

"Sir? Just call me Charles." Said Charles.

"Alright." Said Tom.

"Now, the ministry for magic was founded in..." Charles went on to explain so many parts of history until Tom found it hard to keep up. He started listening again when he heard the words. "This is where we keep all records of crimes and criminals, without the files in these rooms it would be very hard to build a case."

"Sir, I was wondering if I could use the water closet before we go any further?"

"Of course Tom! And call me Charles. I'll show you to the washroom it is a complicated route."

Once they were out of the main hall and a scarcely populated corridor. Tom aimed his wand at Charles' back.
He cast a non verbal sleeping charm and Charles slumped to the ground. He levitated him into a storage closet and plucked one of his hairs and put it into a concealed polyjuice potion.
He took several swigs before feeling the change all over his body. He left the closet and locked the door as well as cast a charm to repel anyone who came near it. Through the door he gave Charles false memories of getting so drunk that he passed out.

He proceeded to walk right into the criminal record room, which went over without a hitch. He was scanning through the piles, they were very disorganized. Nothing was alphabetized or anything. He was scanning for the Dolohov name when he came across a rather familiar name. It was in the title of one of the cases.

Taschereau case against Dalton.

Taschereau. Did Freya's father do something? Or did she do something?

He tried to open the case file but it wouldn't budge. A gold text floated on it.

Sealed to the public for involving a minor.

A minor? Maybe Dalton was a minor.

He quickly got up and walked to the storage closet where he had been keeping Charles. He took Charles' wand and left quickly.
When he returned, he tapped it with Charles' wand and it opened. Immediately he recognized the courtroom sketch of a very scared younger Freya, sitting on the stand. He looked to see a man staring daggers at her. She looked as if she was struggling to keep her composure.

There was a lawyer who stood and spoke with the judge.

He continued through it, there were several drawings, meaning that it had been a rather gruelling process.