A/N: I am rereading DH and it made me wonder how Rose evaded the muggleborn registration and trials. This is just a short one shot before Rose and Severus met.
Blood Status:
"I'm a half-blood," Rose said firmly. She said this louder than she meant to. She hoped she sounded convincing. "And I have the documentation to prove it."
"Do you?" said the surly wizard with raised brows. He looked as greasy as the work he was doing, with his slicked back brown hair and oily pores. He was a ministry official, but he wasn't fooling anyone. He was a deatheater.
"Yes, I do," Rose said. "I have a copy in my office." She turned from the man. She was going to tell him to wait where he was, but he began to follow her. Rose sighed.
She unlocked her office door with her wand that had chosen her when she was 11 years old and let the deatheater into the room first, leaving the door open wide.
Rose rummaged in her desk drawer until she found what she was looking for. She handed a folded piece of parchment to the deatheater.
His slimy hands unfolded the document. He eyes combed the page carefully. "You are prepared," he said silkily.
Yes, she was prepared. Tiberius had told her this would happen long before it ever did. This disgusting 'witch hunt' for no-mag-borns.
"I had a feeling this could happen," Rose said, because that is what Tiberius had told her to say. "Me, being American, I didn't want there to be any question about by blood status. I appealed to MACUSA ages ago."
"This seems official," the wizard said.
'It better seem official,' Rose thought. 'Tiberius paid enough for it.'
He ran his wand over the MACUSA seal. Rose held her breath. The stamp momentarily glowed gold.
Tiberius, being a Malfoy, knew people who could get various jobs done. Forging official looking magical documents was one of those things that could be done without question, as long as there was a large enough payment for the trouble and the silence.
"You said you are a half-blood?"
"That's what the parchment says."
"Say it with authority," Tiberius had told her.
"I'm a half-blood," she said clearly. "My mom is a witch."
"And your father?" The deatheater was sneering at her now, revealing crooked, yellow teeth.
"Tell them what they want to hear," Tiberius had said.
"I don't like to talk about the filthy man that my mother lowered herself to marry," Rose said. She could feel the look of disgust on her face, but the deatheater took it to be disgust with her father not her horrible words.
The deatheater nodded with approval.
"Have you ever told anyone you're muggle born?" Tiberius had asked her.
"Uh, I don't know. Maybe. Probably. I must have talked about my parents."
"Then this document is feeble," Tiberius had said.
"Maybe I won't ever need it," Rose suggested hopeful.
"Maybe," Tiberius had replied but Rose heard the doubt in his voice. "If the person interrogating you is a man, you should definitely flirt with him."
"What," Rose had exclaimed. "No way."
"Believe me," Tiberius had said, running his fingers through her hair, "It'll help your chances."
"Doubtful."
"You are so unaware of the power you have."
"You have an extensive magical background here," the deatheater continued. He continued to scan the fake document.
Rose was worried that if he continued to examine it he would find some sort of fault in it and start asking her questions she could not answer.
"Yes," she replied, "You can trace my magical linage back to the Bishops in Salem Massachusetts.
"That's good," Tiberius had said. "English wizards don't give a damn about notable American wizarding families. You'll bore them and they will leave you alone faster."
Rose held out her hand for the parchment back. He returned it to her.
"Well Miss, I wish everyone could be as prepared as you."
Rose nodded. "Everything checks out then?"
"It does."
"Good," she said coldly.
"Healer Rosamond."
Rose and the deatheater turned.
Verity, one of the reception staff, was standing in the doorway with wide eyes. "Your 2 o'clock appointment has arrived."
She didn't have a 2 o'clock appointment.
"Thank you." Rose said sincerely. "You can bring them back." She turned to the deatheater again. "Well I need to get back to work,"
He nodded and stepped out of her office. Rose closed the door behind him and suddenly she was hysterical. The feeling that she had been suppressing during her brief encounter with the deatheater came rushing to the surface and she couldn't breathe. She clutched at her heart and gasped for air, her back pressed against the wall to hold her up.
She was a mudblood. She was being hunted and she was hated for something completely out of her control. Tiberius died because of her blood status, yet here he was still trying to protect her after death.
