Chapter 59: The Accused
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The Snape Residence, Spinner's End, Cokeworth England, Muggle World...
Regulus Snape had been enjoying his latest coupling with Hermione Granger when he felt a sudden and sharp pain run from down his spine in the form of brazen electrical charges from a rather sinister brand of spells. The combination of random pain just as he was about to hit his point of release during his encounter with a now terrified amber eyed witch caused him to release anyway before he collapsed on top of her.
The door to his bedroom had been kicked open and a rather groggy Regulus rolled onto his back beside the nervous and equally naked Hermione as she tried to make sense of what was going on around them.
"What is the meaning of this!?" she asked recognizing the Aurors that entered the bedroom. "Why are you attacking a defenseless wizard!?"
"H-Hermione..." said Regulus trying to come to his senses.
The first thing that came to mind was Harry Potter making good on his threat to have him arrested for seeing Hermione Granger and he found himself growing quite furious as a result. Geek boy had the audacity to storm his father's home with Aurors no less.
"This is for your own good Mione." said the voice of Harry Potter as he entered the bedroom not at all taking his emerald green eyes off the groggy Regulus. "We have reason to believe that Regulus Snape is responsible for the murder of Ron and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"W-What the fuck?" growled Regulus attempting to sit up only to be knocked back down onto the bed via a swift right from an angry Auror. "I...I didn't do shit to freckles."
"What are you talking about Harry?" asked Hermione pulling the available sheet up toward her chin as her best friend ran down his suspicions concerning the son of Severus Snape.
"He's got the most to gain with both Ron and Kingsley out of the way." said Harry. "With Ron gone he had a clear path to you and with Kingsley gone he could further his cause in bringing attention to Snape's legacy with more blood and violence."
"THAT'S A LIE!" shouted Regulus only to be hit again.
"Harry this is a serious accusation." said Hermione with tears in her eyes. "I mean...what you are suggesting is that..."
"This greasy git killed Ron to get to you." said Harry narrowing his eyes at his best friend. "He would stop at nothing to have you Mione and thought he could get away with playing both sides...like his father."
"No..." said Hermione finding it difficult to believe that the son of Severus Snape would stoop so low. "You're mistaken Harry."
"I have proof!" shouted the angry wizard. "Accompany us to the Ministry of Magic...it's all capture footage even what happened to Ron..I saw it myself this bastard's responsible...Mione he killed Ron and Kingsley and now he's going to pay for it."
Regulus attempted to defend himself once more.
"Hermione I never..." he began.
"SAVE IT." hissed the amber eyed witch narrowing her gaze at her soon to be former lover. "Once we get back to the office we will all know if you are telling the truth."
Regulus sighed in relative defeat.
"Whatever you say gorgeous." he said resigned to his being taken into custody while this whole mess was sorted out.
Harry Potter's emerald green eyes were narrowed in his direction as the Aurors escorted the naked Regulus Snape from his bedroom. Hermione had been kind enough to transfigure the bloke a pair of trousers before getting dressed herself once the room had been clear.
"You're making a mistake Potter." hissed Regulus as he was escorted out of his father's childhood home.
"I don't think so Snape." replied Harry meeting his gaze. "You won't ever be able to hurt any of my friends again."
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The Interrogation Room,The Ministry of Magic Offices, Wizarding World...
Regulus Snape sat quietly amid blaring white lights and grim faces in the shadows that surrounded him. He knew all too well they were sizing him up as Harry Potter continued to spin his wild tale of how he had been responsible for the attacks on the wizarding world and the deaths of Ronald Weasley and the former Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt.
He'd still been shirtless with his lengthy raven hair draped at his shoulders and his arms chained behind his back as he sat in the cold steel chair amid the heated lights uncomfortable to say the least as his interrogation began to get underway.
The young raven haired wizard sighed, not at all sure how his day had started with so much promise and ended with such a twisted ploy.
He's spent the better part of three hours observing this place and the people handling his supposed "case" without saying a word. He'd been tired from the emotional upheaval and more than a little embittered by the entire experience. He'd done no wrong and yet he was being treated as if he'd been the most hated man in wizarding history.
He had not long to sit in the white hot glow of the interrogation light before Hermione Granger came storming into the room, tears streaming down her cheeks and rage behind her amber eyes.
"Hermione...what?" he began only to find himself on the receiving end of a resounding slap across the face.
"How could you?" she asked bitterly.
"I...I don't know..." began Regulus again only to find himself weathering another blow from the angry witch.
"HOW COULD YOU KILL MY HUSBAND!" she shouted striking him again and again with all her fury propelling her.
Regulus weathered the blows struggling to free himself from his binds in a bid to offer her comfort.
"I didn't...Hermione I didn't." he said attempting to reason with her.
"LIAR!" she shouted enraged. "YOU MURDERED HIM!"
"Hermione...babe I didn't touch Freckles...I swear on my life I never went anywhere near him...Potter's just trying to break us up by having you hate me...he said he'd do it himself not too long ago..." explained Regulus only for his words to fall on deaf ears.
"Then how do you explain this?" asked Hermione lifting her hand and showing the now utterly confused wizard the footage of what occurred during the final battle between the dark figure known as Arcturus and Ronald Weasley.
It appeared that during the scuffle that Ron had ended up removing the mask from the dark wizard revealing a man with a face exactly like that of Regulus Snape.
"T-That's not me." said Regulus.
"Right." said Hermione appearing to have been past believing him.
"Hermione this is the wizarding world it could be some creep with a polyjuice potion or something..." said Regulus trying to rationalize why he'd been in the footage when he was no where near the scene.
"Nice try." said Harry walking into the room. "But we have evidence to prove that it was in fact you at the scene of the crime."
Regulus narrowed his eyes at Harry.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT POTTER!?" hissed The raven haired wizard much too aggravated for Harry's nonsense.
Harry lifted his wand and cast a spell that hit the wizard in the shoulder revealing the scar he had gotten from his time in the dark wizard's clutches.
"Care to explain the SBD tattoo matching the exact one on your arm the day you murdered Ron?" asked the green eyed wizard narrowing his gaze at the son of his former Potions Master.
"I got it the day I let myself get captured trying to save Hermione's kids." explained Regulus. "I went into the sewer to cause a distraction for her...you remember...Hermione."
The amber eyed witch recalled the events but the evidence against Regulus was all too damning and her fury got the better of her.
"Regulus Snape, I'm officially charging you with the murders of all those people in Diagon Alley and the deaths of Ronald Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt." said Harry sounding quite sure of himself. "I sentence you to serving out a life sentence in Azkaban for the remainder of your natural life."
"Fuck you Potter you're not a fucking judge so to hell with your fucking charges." hissed Regulus. "You orchestrated this somehow...and when I get out of here I'm going to beat the shit out of you."
Harry had been quite smug about the whole ordeal believing himself to finally have thwarted the latest menace to step foot in the wizarding world. Angered beyond belief about the false charges and elaborate lies put against him, Regulus' temper got the better of him and he ended up tearing the seat from the floor and rushing Harry with his hands still behind his back.
The Boy Who Lived found himself being rammed into the nearby wall as Regulus Snape took barely a fraction of his frustrations out upon the green eyed Auror in the form of ramming his shoulder into the smug bastard's significantly smaller torso.
The Aurors came rushing in and grabbing the struggling Regulus as he attempted to punish Harry and appeal to Hermione's sense of reason.
Harry was pulled to safety as the rush of Aurors began beating and shocking the struggling raven haired wizard. Hermione took her leave of them not wishing to see what they would do to the enraged Regulus nor his own violent acts due to the vivid parallels between the man she had not to long ago shared a bed with and the monster that murdered her husband.
Unfortunately for her, Regulus was pulled from the interrogation room bloodied and reeling from a series of magical shocks bound at his ankles as well as his wrists.
"HERMIONE!" he shouted attempting to get her attention as she continued to ignore him. "Hermione, I would never hurt you or your children...you've got to know that...Hermione...HERMIONE I LOVE YOU...DON'T BELIEVE ANYTHING THAT POTTER SAYS HE'S JUST TRYING TO CONTROL YOUR LIFE...HERMIONE!"
Fed up with his formidable attitude, the closest Auror to him knocked Regulus Snape unconscious as they drug him away to be transported to Azkaban. Harry Potter managed to compose himself as he limped from the interrogation room struggling to suppress his own injuries in the wake of being tackled and placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"It's alright Mione." he said softly. "We finally got justice for Ron."
The amber eyed witch couldn't help the tears that trailed down her cheeks the last few remnants of her feelings for the wizard that had so callously made her a widow.
"Yes." she said in agreement. "We did."