๐โฏ๐ถ๐ โณ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ถ๐น.
๐ฏ๐ฝโฏ ๐โด๐๐๐พ๐โ ๐ถ๐โฏ ๐นโด๐พ๐โ ๐โฏ๐๐. ๐ฏ๐๐พ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐โด๐๐โฏ๐น ๐พ๐๐โด ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฝโฏ๐๐พ๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐โด๐๐ถ ๐พ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ป๐ป๐พ๐๐นโด๐. ๐๐๐โด๐๐ถ ๐๐ธ๐โฏ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐โ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐ฝโฏ๐ โด๐ ๐โด๐ โด๐ป ๐ฝโฏ๐ ๐ฝโฏ๐ถ๐น.
๐ฏ๐๐พ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐น ๐ถ๐โฏ ๐ท๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐โด๐๐๐พ๐โ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ โฏ๐. โโฏ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐น ๐โด ๐ปโฏโฏ๐๐พ๐โ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐โฏ ๐๐ถ๐น. ๐ฎโด ๐โฏ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐โด๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐โฏ๐ถ๐โด๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฝโฏ๐๐พ๐.
๐ฒโฏ ๐ธโด๐๐๐น๐'๐ ๐ทโฏ๐๐พโฏ๐โฏ ๐พ๐ โด๐๐ โฏ๐โฏ๐. ๐ฏ๐ฝโฏ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐โด๐๐โฏ๐น ๐๐๐ท๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฝโฏ๐๐พ๐. โฐ๐๐ โฏ๐ธ๐พ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐โฏ๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐โฏ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐ป๐พ๐๐น โด๐๐. โ๐ถ๐ฝ๐ถ.
๐ช๐ฝ, โโฏ๐๐๐ถ ๐ฒโฏ๐ถ๐๐โฏ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ป๐ป๐พ๐๐นโด๐ ๐โดโด. โณ๐ถ๐๐ปโด๐ ๐ถ๐โฏ ๐ฝโฏ๐โฏ ๐โด. โ๐พ๐ ๐ท๐โด๐๐นโฏ ๐โด๐, ๐ฎ๐ธโด๐๐ ๐พ๐๐. ๐ดโด๐ ๐๐โด๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ๐โฏ โฏ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ฝโฏ ๐โด๐๐โฏ๐น ๐พ๐๐โด ๐โด. โ๐พ๐โฏ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐น ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐. ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฝโฏ๐๐พ๐.
โฐ๐โด๐โ๐ฝ โด๐ป ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐. ๐ฒโฏ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐โฏ ๐ถ ๐โฏ๐๐โฏ๐ ๐ถโ๐ถ๐พ๐. ๐ฒโฏ'๐๐ ๐โฏโฏ ๐โด๐ โด๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ถ๐.
โโด๐โฏ, ๐ฏโด๐ท๐พ๐ถ๐.
๐ .๐ : ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐ฝ ๐ ๐๐๐ฝโฏ๐น โฑ๐พ๐๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ป๐โด๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐๐๐ถ๐พ๐๐. โโฏ ๐โฏโฏ๐ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐พ๐โ ๐ฝโฏ๐ ๐ถ๐โด๐๐๐น ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐โฏ ๐ทโฏ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐โฏ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐ป๐พ๐๐น โด๐๐ ๐ถ๐ทโด๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐โฏ ๐โฏ๐ธ๐โฏ๐.
Snape smirked with a smile as he folded the letter and kept it inside his pocket. Sigh so loud. All his children are wicked witches and wizards.
Remembering how many times he and Hermione had to flee immediately to Minerva office about their wicked behavior.
The new world of older Snape who leaned on the sofa. He was waiting for someone in the muggle office in London. His hand is playful with the gadget. Which is a cell phone. He texts Hermione about them and the letter he received from the house.
He didn't know the name of the person who hired him. All he knows is that he received an anonymous text through his cellphone. He got the details without a name. The people who hired him are rich and famous in London.
Wasn't a celebrity. Just rich and famous.
As a journalist. He did travel around Europe. A potions teacher in Hogwarts who suddenly turns into a journalist. What do you expect?
"Mr. Snape. Hi. I am Mr. Davies, sorry for the delay. My boss asked me to meet you up here. Please follow me". Snape nodded in a smile. Hurried his feet and followed. Both men went inside the elevator. Pushing the button. "How old are you, Mr. Snape?"
Snape was behind him, said. "Far old enough than you can call me uncle". he chuckled.
"Really?" he turned to look over his shoulder. "I don't see that you are old enough. You look younger than me. I am almost forty and you like early thirty something. What kind of product you wearing on your skin?"
"Nothing". Snape smiles. "So rich and famous. Where did you get my number?"
"Through our dear friend. They say you're the best journalist in London. I read your article, Mr. Snape. It's amazing. How did you find out all these people whom we don't know or mentioned in public".
He turned to Snape. "Because of you everything has changed. The world changes. There is no use using technology these days because we wouldn't know what happened out there".
Snape nods agree. Smile a bit. "Whom will I interview for?" ask Snape to Mr. Davies. All he hears is chuckle.
"You will find out".
Moments later. The elevator stopped at floor thirty, the door burst open. Mr. Davies leads Snape through the hall, the building is a bulletproof sound that he cannot hear anything from the inside, not even the view he could see from here.
They're Nothing.
There's a door at the end of the hall. He stood far a bit behind Mr. Davies as he swung the door half open for him in a smile.
"She's been waiting for you inside".
She? The rich and famous are women. That's rich.
Snape nod entering. The door then shut behind him, looking around the room.
His eyes caught a young woman focused, typing on her keyboard laptop.
She is beautiful but not as beautiful as his insufferable known it all wife Hermione Granger he loves the most. She gives him six plus seven beautiful wicked children, one still inside Hermione's belly.
She looked up at him with a seductive smile.
"Well, please sit". she said. "I'm Sabine Lea Raphael. I'm the one who asked Mr. Davies to get you down there. I read all of your articles that make me want to hire you immediately".
He nodded. "Thank you. French. Nice to meet you, Miss Raphael. I'm Severus Snape".
Department of Mysteries. Day. Minister of Magic Hermione Jean Granger, glasses on her crooked nose, pulled it up back.
Quills on the paper that she wrote something on it. Harry sat not far from her. This case belongs to Harry's whom he caught Muggle name Kendrick Roberts using inappropriate magic as he tried to rob a bank in London.
Kendrick Roberts wasn't a wizard. He stole someone's wand and learned how to use it. As an Auror. Harry must track him down for the trial. Hermione looked up.
"Mr. Kendrick Roberts. Your crimes are against the Ministry of Magic. By using magic outside the wizardry world. Convenient when you use the wand you stole it".
She swallows hard. "The wand owned by Miss Caprice Addams whom she lost two weeks ago in London. Are Mrs Caprice Addams present here?"
"I am here Minister". she rises.
Hermione nods. "Describe how you lost your wand Miss Caprice".
"I put my wand inside my pocket robes. I don't know what it pointed out and I am taking the bus to visit my sister. As I arrive at her home. I found out my wand wasn't with me".
She sighs. "I will try to look for it. Maybe it falls somewhere I walk but.. I can't find it everywhere".
Hermione nods with the statement. "Mr. Kendrick Roberts. Describe how you found Miss Caprice Addams wand as you desired to use it".
He snorted, ''I was waiting at the bus station. I just sit there doing nothing. No job. No money, family. I'm hopeless. Then I saw this young woman climbing down the bus, something dropped on the ground, it was a stick, carved with flowers. I thought nothing about it, so I took it in my possession..
"While nobody not noticed what I'm doing with that stick. I kept with me then I went home. Until that night. I heard a whisper downstairs, thought a burglar was in my house. I dropped it on top of a small desk. So I went downstairs to check it, and I saw that stick moving, it was like someone moved that stick..
"I wasn't afraid. So approach that stick and it's the light end of the tip. So I know that stick wasn't just a stick. It's a magic stick. Wand. And then I have an idea that by using that stick I could make myself rich".
Harry frowns looking up at Hermione. She too looked down at him. Her eyes then went back to Mr. Roberts.
"Mr. Kendrick Roberts? Is she who you see at the bus station that you have wasted your time there?" she points at Miss Caprice Addams.
"How should I know? I wasn't looking at her face".
Hermione bite her lips. She asks Harry to walk towards her. Whispers. "He found himself guilty using the wand. Is there anything you want to say to him?"
"No".
"All right. Because I have to erase his memory and I want you to help him find a job so then he could live on his own. Does he have a family?"
Harry shrugged. "Then find his family if he had, before you erase his memory completely". Harry nods understanding, he then walks back to his seat. Hermione clears her throat.
"Kendrick Roberts. You have been reported by the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes to present. Today. We have your evidence and your testimony against the law by using a stolen wand from the witches. As my authority Minister of Magic.. Tasked with modifying the memories of Muggles who witness signs of magical existence in order to make sure that the Wizarding World remains secret for the Muggle Community".
The council nods agree with Hermione's decision. "And you will no longer remember all of this. Council dismissed". Harry walked to her again.
"Find out about him. Then he erased his memory. Today, Harry. I don't want him to know all of this".
"You will hear me before twenty-four hour, Minister".
"And I want your reports on my desk". he nodded, then walked followed by a Ministry guard behind him who escorted Kendrick Roberts out.
Hermione cleared everything, then she walked back to her office. Before she could take a seat, someone knocked at her door.
The door swung open and it was older than Ginny Potter. She smiled. Take a seat in front of her.
"You stole my husband, Hermione".
"I'm sorry". She glanced up at the clock. Almost in five o'clock. She should get ready to go home. Stroking her belly. "How's your boys, Gin?"
"I want to ask you the same question". Hermione quickly reaches her cell phone from the drawer, where Snape had texted her about the letter Tobias owl to them. "We received a letter".
Ginny nods. "And Albus in Slytherin".
"No jokes, Gin. Really? Does he know?" she shrugged. "Merlin. I should get going. I need to read those letters. Harry's in the Oblivator room, where you found him".