Round One
Harry Potter groaned as he leaned back in the incredibly uncomfortable metal chair he found himself in, not only did he find himself in handcuffs yet again, but he wasn't even being interrogated yet. It wasn't often that a suspect of the BAU actually wanted to be interviewed, however, Harry was far from the usual in almost every sense of the word. In short; Harry was bored.
"Hello there" he called, in the hope that if he riled them up a bit they might at least come and keep him company, "Could you please stop with the faffing and get to whatever it is you need me for? There is a serial killer on the loose you know!".
On the other side of the one-way mirror glass, Derek Morgan bristled, Hotch glared through the window, though he knew he couldn't be seen, Emily Prentiss scoffed and rolled her eyes, Rossi raised an eyebrow in disbelief, and Doctor Reid huffed out a laugh, which was a surprise to everyone in the viewing room, Reid himself included. Rossi turned his legendary raised-eyebrow-stare upon the Doctor, who immediately began a flustered ramble of explanation,
"He's just so British, and not at all what I was expecting. His behaviour is so out of place! He is not behaving how you'd expect of someone in an interview room, and the mediaeval looking robe just adds to his oddness. Honestly, I can't decide whether to laugh or cry, this man just seems to go against everything we've ever been taught as profilers!"
"Don't speak too soon" placated Hotch "We haven't started questioning him yet".
Agent Hotchner and Agent Prentiss were the first to enter the room and sit across from the suspect, files open in front of them.
"Let's start with the basics" began Emily "I'm SSA Emily Prentiss, and this is SSA Aaron Hotchner, what is your name?"
"Harry" he responded, and when given incredulous looks by the two people opposite him, he decides to elaborate, "Harry Potter, Harry James Potter"
"Okay Mr Potter, you are British?" said Hotch, speaking to the 'Harry Potter' before him for the first time.
"I am, sir"
"Are you legally entitled to be in the United States of America at this time?"
"I am"
"When did you arrive?"
"Yesterday, around 1pm your time, I believe"
"Right sir, can we please get your date of birth and home address, so that we may confirm this?"
Harry hesitated,
"Ah, well, I don't suppose I have much of a choice in the matter, do I?"
His interrogator, Hotchner his name was, simply fixed him with a pointed stare and a brief shake of the head, before Harry sighed and answered the question, all the while praying that the Ministry had had the chance to cooperate with the ICW and MACUSA to sort out a muggle paper trail by now.
"31st July 1980, 13 Farm Lane, Godric's Hollow, Gloucestershire"
Agent Prentiss had been writing all of this information down, and after a quick nod from Hotch, she briefly left the room to hand the information to Rossi.
"Can you take this to Garcia and get her to check it out? If he's telling the truth, he wasn't here when the first few murders were committed."
Rossi nodded in agreement,
"Whatever Garcia finds, 'Mr Potter' is definitely hiding something".
Harry sat across from the male FBI agent in an uncomfortable silence, whilst the female FBI agent went to do… whatever she was doing. In attempt to break the silence, Harry tried to make conversation,
"So, Mr Agent Hotchner, do you have a family?"
"We aren't here to talk about me Mr Potter"
"Fair enough. Do you know when your colleague will be back?"
"I doubt she'll be much longer…."
"Did I miss anything?" asked Agent Prentiss, stepping back into the room and shutting the door behind her.
"Nothing important," replied Hotch.
Emily took this opportunity to begin to ask their suspect her own line of questions,
"You were seen at five different crime scenes, two of which before the local police or FBI had been called in, do you deny this?"
"I do not"
"Do you know the nature of these crime scenes?"
"Very sad, murder of 13, torture of 6"
Harry looked down, he hated the murder cases, especially those where children were involved.
The two FBI agents spontaneously rose from the table,
"Thank you, Mr Potter" said the man, and then the two of them left the room.
Once outside, the BAU team began their urgent discussion.
"Did he mention torture?"
"There was no sign of it on the ME report"
"There was no COD either"
"Is he lying?"
"He must be lying about something"
"Enough" commanded Hotch, "Right now, the way I see it Mr Potter has just incriminated himself, either for both torture and murder, or the obstruction of justice"
The team all nodded.
"So," he continued "We continue with our original plan until we know more, and put out a BOLO on this man's partner"
After the team had all yet again nodded the affirmative, JJ walked into the room, a severe look on her face, and handed Hotch a file.
"Guys, Garcia did her research, he isn't lying about his identity, but there is no record of him coming to the United States, there aren't many records about him at all"
Five minutes later, after reading the file and familiarising himself with the information, Hotch strode angrily back into the room, and slammed the manilla folder onto the table in front of the suspect.
"You're lying" he stated simply, fixing a hard stare upon his interrogatee. The young man just sighed, and muttered something that sounded like a posh rendition of 'for fuck's sake'.
"Oh, Merlin, no" he groaned, raising his head from the table to meet Hotch's gaze,
"How many times must people be told to do their jobs promptly, and not two weeks later"
"Excuse me?" pressed Hotch, hoping that the man would confirm his suspicions and incriminate himself further. Harry sighed yet again,
"You think I'm here illegally, right?"
Hotch nodded, and muttered a response in the affirmative.
"I'm not, I just came in an… off record manner"
"Mr Potter, if you could please explain…"
"I work for the British government, sometimes the relevant departments don't put the paperwork through promptly enough"
"And how did you arrive?" questioned Hotch, again trying to catch him in what was clearly a lie, as members of government did not do official business dressed as though they're going to a Dungeons and Dragons event.
"Uhm, aeroplane"
"How long did the journey take you?"
Harry began to worry at this point, as whilst he understood what aeroplanes actually were, he did Not know how long they took to travel, having never been on one himself.
"Three hours" he replied, conveying far more conviction in his tone than he actually felt. There was nothing he could do now, other than pray to Merlin's long-gone undergarments that his uneducated guess had been correct. No such luck, typical Potter.
"Are you sure, Mr Potter?"
For the first time in his life, he was actually glad Snape had been an utter twat to him for six school years, as he could stare directly into Hotch's glaring eyes and remain completely unfazed. The look that brought terror into even those nearest and dearest to the man did nothing to Harry. It simply wasn't to a level he'd been used to, stupid American amateur.
"You tell me, Agent"