A.N.: Greetings, everyone. This will be a series of one-shots for the HP universe, dealing with things and situations that might happen. And no, none of these will be related to each other in any way; they are to be taken as stand-alones.
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The unthinkable had happened. One year after the Final Battle, when the Death Eaters were all but rounded up, Minister Fudge decided he didn't like the fact that Harry wasn't loyal to him and him alone. He sent out his best Aurors, and had the boy arrested. In the middle of the Graduation Feast at Hogwarts, no less. He fought, naturally; but in the end, he was Stunned, (they needed a group effort) and hauled off to the Ministry. Hermione got in the way and demanded to know the charges, and was told that he was secretly in league with You-Know-Who, and had orchestrated his whole return. She disagreed, and stated that if he betrayed the Wizarding world, than she did too. The Aurors had no choice but to bring her in as well.
Now the two of them sat at a small table in an interrogation room, waiting for the professionals to come in and wring the confessions out of them. Riiiiiight.
The room, which seemed to have four plain cream colored walls and only one door, wasn't very interesting. Hermione whispered to her adopted brother that one of the walls was fake. It was actually a very complicated spell that allowed the people on one side to see and hear everything that happened in the room itself, but prevented the people from leaving, like a false mirror in police stations. In fact, the spell was so complex that it took no less than fourteen people and five hours to cast.
They broke apart when their questioners walked in. Mad-Eye Moody and Severus Snape were silent as they conjured chairs and sat down across from the teenagers, who exchanged a speaking glance with each other before returning their attention to the adults. The retired Auror sneered.
"All right kiddies, good history non-withstanding, you're going to tell me everything you know about Voldemort."
"And what if we don't?" asked Harry, his expression strangely blank.
"Then we'll be here for a long time. Or at least, until Fudge gets impatient; then things get messy."
"He's allowed to do that to children?" Hermione wondered aloud. Nothing of what she was thinking showed on her face. Snape smirked at her. "If he has to, yes. Frightened, Miss Granger?"
Raising her chin in defiance, the young witch stared him in the eye without flinching. "Not bloody possible. We aren't speaking to you." Severus was now grinning, making both of his former student's lean back in their chairs, fighting the sudden wave of fear assaulting their minds. He leaned over the table, still smiling that unnatural smile. "Then we're going to be here a while." Returning to his upright position (and wiping the smile off his face in the process), he pulled a newspaper out of a hidden pocket on his outer robe and buried himself behind it. Moody merely settled himself more comfortably in his chair and pulled out a knife, carefully cleaning out from underneath his fingernails.
For about three minutes, there was complete silence, punctured by the Potions Master turning the pages of his paper every so often. It was Hermione who broke the quiet.
"Stop that!" she whispered, just loud enough for the adults to hear.
"Stop what?" whispered Harry back, looking puzzled.
"You know what!"
No I don't! What did I do?"
"You touched me!" her voice, while still quiet, was now harsh.
"What? When?" Moody stopped moving his knife and looked up at the teens.
"Just now!"
"Where?"
"On my arm!" both of Moody's eyes were focused on them.
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"I didn't touch you, 'Mione! I haven't moved a muscle!"
"You just did it again!" her voice rose again to cover his.
"I didn't do anything!"
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did! You just touched me on the arm!" good eye twitching, Moody was struggling to remain in his seat. Severus flicked his eyes to him, then back to the teenagers.
"I did not! Look, this is where my hand was at the time!"
"You just touched me again, Harry!"
"I did not!"
"Look, this is what you did-"
"You made me touch you!" they were now shouting at each other.
"I did not! You did that on your own! Harry!"
"I'm not touching you!"
"You're touching me!"
"No I'm not!"
"YES YOU ARE!"
"ENOUGH!" roared Moody. He stood up so fast his chair banged against the wall. "I can't take this anymore! I-I-GGYYAAAAAAAHHHH!"
He ran from the room, screaming as though all the demons of Hell were after him. For about thirty seconds, there was silence as they listened to the Auror shriek his way through the halls. Then Harry swore. "Damn. You were right, 'Mione; it only took a minute. How much do I owe you again?"
Snape burst out laughing, startling the Gryffindors badly. Not to mention those on the other side of the wall, hoping for results.
A.N.: Well, what do you think? If you mention in a review something like this that you'd want to see, I'll try to type it up. I'll also try to remember to toggle the button that allows for anonymous reviews….
