Snape's hearing.
I sat in front of all the ministers of magic…
My hair unwashed, for approximately a month, greasier than usual, my robes dirty, tattered, torn, my hygiene reeking of piss, sweat, shit, cum, and H.B.O… As soon as they threw me in the cell, I got the crap beat outta me, by my cell mates… They stripped me naked, obliviously shoved their fingers in my ass, and used me as a sex doll for whenever they got horny…
All of them were glaring down upon me, for what I did… Especially that fat assed toad, Umbridge, and that SOB, Fudge… And behind me, sat an audience of all the staff members of Hogwarts, McGonnagall, Dumbledore, Sprout, Trelawney, Hagrid, you can name them all…
And also a bunch of other people I recognized. Longbottom, Finnigan, Thomas, the Weasleys, the Malfoys, the Crabbes, the Goyles, Lupin, Black in his Animagus form, two Muggles that looked unfamiliar to this world and last but not least Harry Potter…
"Now, Severus, I want you to be honest with us all," Fudge told me… "Did you or did you not, kill Miss. Hermione Granger?" he asked with quite some impatience in his voice.
"No, I did not," I replied. "I loved her… Why would I do that to someone I love?"
"YOU LIE!" a man in the audience bellowed, as he walked up to me in my seat. "You got her pregnant and didn't want to bare the responsibility of your child, and afterwards, you killed her!" he yelled as loudly as he bared his unusually straight and white teeth at me.
"Mr. Granger! Please take your seat!" Fudge yelled impatiently as he pointed toward the audience. Granger walked down the audience and took his seat…
"Now Severus, if you didn't kill Miss. Hermione Granger, then where was you on the night of her death?"
"I was down at Madame Malkin's," I told him.
"What were you doing down there?"
"Looking at some robes for our marriage."
"Tell me Severus, why would a fourteen year old girl, want to marry a fifty two year old man, such as yourself?" Fudge asked me.
"Like I told each and every one of you people. Hermione and I were in love! And since I impregnated her, we thought it would be indecent if we didn't marry!"
"If you guys were engaged, then why didn't they find an engagement ring on her finger during the murder investigation?"
"The real murderer must have taken it and disposed of it when he was done! I'm telling you people! I did not, murder my own fiancé!"
"Sure!," a familiar voice yelled loudly and angrily. "Why don't we all believe an ex death eater!" I looked back and found that it was none other than Ronald Weasley…
Oh how I wanted to get up, and ring the little pansy's throat…
He doesn't know shit, and he shouldn't be