Kinglsey growled at how he had drawn the short straw. Great now he had to interview the batty woman Dumbledore had spying on and giving potion to the Potter kid. Sitting down he leaned back and spoke,"I am Kingsley Shacklebolt. Pleasantries aside, what assignment did Dumbledore give you when he placed you at Privet Drive?" He opted out of telling her the little known fact that the chair of hers had another purpose then being used to sit down in.

Arrabella Figg looked bewildered, "Dumbledore gave me no assignment. I got tired of living in the Scotland so I chose to start anew in Surrey."

Kingsley rolled his eyes as her chair turned red. "Miss. Figg or should I call you Miss Dumbledore?" Kingsley smirked at the widening of her eyes and continued, "Yes my boss managed to weasel that one out of your father. I guess you should be glad that your mother, Esme Prewitt, has already passed on and so we can't charge her for falsifying official documents by stating your father was Gregory Figg. Back on topic, we have a statement from Dumbledore that he sent you there as well as proof that you were being paid with stolen funds from the Potter vault. So it is useless for you to lie as you wouldn't be here if we didn't have enough to charge you. So cut the eccentric woman act and answer my questions."

Arrabella's face now had a prominent sneer as she finally spoke, "Yes I was sent to that filthy disgusting cookie-cutter neighborhood. I was to watch to make sure the brat was abused into humbleness, but to make sure he didn't die. I also fed him potions that would slow his mind and make his magic war with it self so he would have a hard time using it. It would also lead to uncontrollable bouts of accidental magic that dear old dad could use later to have the boy arrested for being a danger. Is that what you wanted to know?"

Kingsley frowned not at her statement but at the fact that her chair was alternating between pink and blue. So she was half lying and withholding something. Now to find out what, "So you were sent to Privet Drive to watch Harry Potter?"

Arrabella rolled her eyes, "Yes." White again

"You only duty there was to report to Dumbledore about Harry Potter and give him potions?" Kingsley asked.

"Yes." The chair turned pink and blue again.

Kingsley inwardly smiled, "What was you other duty Dumbledore assigned to you?"

Arrabella looked annoyed, "There was no other duty." The chair was white.

He was confused now. Was the chair malfunctioning somehow? Suddenly it clicked, "What was your other reason for being there?"

The squib's face immediately went blank, "No comment."

"Did you do something else to Harry Potter?"

"No comment."

"Did you know the money you were receiving was stolen."

"No comment"

Kingsley felt like shouting. He was being stone walled. Worse was the fact that he knew he couldn't ask Madam Bones to get a warrant to use Veritaserum. She had had to show ample evidence, probable cause, and call in heaps of favors just to get a moderate truth serum to use on Dumbledore. There was no way she could get one on a daughter of Dumbledore after all that. They would just have to wait till trial to get more information.

Standing up he walked towards the door, when suddenly he felt the skin on his back start tearing a part. Reaching for his wand he was surprised to feel it missing. Looking behind him he saw that Arrabella was now free of her regular cuffs and was holding his wand. He didn't know what surprised him more. The fact that an apparent squib had used magic or that she had stolen his wand right from under his nose. He tried to force himself up so he could open the door and call for help only for blackness to cloud his vision.

"Would someone like to explain to me how a someone who was identified as a squib by eight years old managed not only get a wand but use it as well." Amelia's voice was calm and quite but with just enough hidden coldness to send shivers down everyone's backs.

Brian stepped forward clearing his throat nervously, "She filched King's wand ma'am and we put her in regular restraints since she wasn't supposed to be able to use magic. Med-Auror Nelson says she shows signs of multiple uses of the magic stealing ritual, Mandrick's Own."

Amelia looked confused, "I've never heard of it."

"It was created by a Wizard named Mandrick Greengrass whose daughter was a squib. It took magic from another and transferred it to the squib. It was actually used several times to transfer criminals' magic into squibs. This was before people really paid attention to muggleborns. Once there was an increase in their births people started believing that muggles were stealing magic. Though it was never proved some families still believe it today. It was outlawed and labeled a dark ritual after this. Though you should know that for this to work that you would need a powerful wizard to enact the ritual for the imprisoned witch or wizard to have their magic stolen. The captive victim would have to be magically weaker than them," Brian explained.

"Can her attack on Kings be used to get a warrant for some kind of truth serum?" Auror Johnson asked.

Amelia winced, "I brought it up but they essentially told me that they had showed me enough good faith letting me douse Albus with a serum. They weren't willing to let me use it on another Dumbledore unless during trial. They essentially told me to stop being lazy and get my answers through other means."

"So either we trick it out of her or we wait till trail," Johnson remarked.

Suddenly Trainee Nymphadora Tonks ran in, "Ma'am Lucius Malfoy just fire called. Aurors Hanson and Greengrass have been sent to St. Mungos for misuse of healing magic. He has Madam Pomfrey stunned and bound waiting for you."

Hermione and Neville took a deep breath before they entered the Common Room. Augusta could have been considered almost pleasant when she had met them. Her comments still had veiled meanings that Neville wasn't a good wizard and that he was only just acting like a Longbottom, but at least she wasn't being outright. Though her inference that Hermione was a lesser had rankled. Thankfully she hadn't stayed long before she said she was going to make sure that Bones child was doing the job right. The auror, Draco, and even Lucius Malfoy had looked sympathetically at them. Though the auror had also looked muttered something about hoping Bones would put the busybody in her place and take her to interrogation.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts Hermione gave the password and walked in. Immediately they were mobbed with questions.

"Where's our brother?"

"What did Potter do?"

"What lies did Potter make up to get McGonagall and Dumbledore arrested?"

"What did the headmaster do?"

"When will McGonagall be let free?"

"Is Potter getting arrested?"

"What attacked Harry Potter?"

BANG!

Auror Gibson had his wand raised and was looking around the room disgusted. Coming to a decision he decided to give them a lecture. "It is disgusting to find that my old house has apparently gone to the dogs. Do you honestly think Madam Bones would arrest someone as prestigious as Albus Dumbledore on the word of a child no matter how well known he is. She arrested him because she has proof of his crimes. And for the love of Merlin will you stop acting like spoiled bullies and live the poor kid alone. Quite frankly some of you might get expelled or worse for your actions against him. All the kid did was get caught after curfew after being with a faculty member who couldn't act like an adult and tell the others were the kid had been. Hell I don't know why Minerva punished him so severely for it but that is all he did. And I know you've all been guilty of that sometime or another. Get off your self righteous high horses.

Potter is the victim so no he isn't under arrest dammit. All he did was go to a dangerous detention on Minerva's orders. The headmaster and Minerva are going to trial and that will decide their fate. Beyond that you aren't entitled to anything more. As for your brother he is with Potter and your father."

Soon furtive whispers circled the room. Fearful and indignant looks covered everyone's faces. Hermione grabbed Neville and pushed him to his dormitory before going to her own. She quietly groaned. She knew that wouldn't be the end of it. People would seek her out and demand answers. Ones who had hurt Harry might even attack her in their panic to find out what would happen to them. Others wouldn't believe that such loved staff members would commit a crime and would lash out. She wondered if this feat she felt was anything like Harry's when the school turned on him.

Molly held her head in despair as she sat on her cot. She couldn't believe she had been caught. Years worth of planning ruined. She wasn't an idiot. She knew that she would go to Azkaban. All that money she would never get to spend. She knew her lover wouldn't bother to try and break her out. He was to smart for that. She also knew that he wouldn't bother to try and get custody of her kids. It wouldn't surprise her if he was already out of the country. To try to claim them would be admitting to line theft, conspiracy, and other dozens of crimes. Her only hope was that her precious babies wouldn't stay in that inept fools custody was if her lover's mother tried to get them. She could only hope. All this was Albus's fault. If he hadn't found out and offered Potter up for grabs she never would have gotten caught.

Nicolas silently wept as his wife laid exhausted in bed. He cursed himself for destroying his notes and oblivating himself of the process of creating the stone. They had run out of there storage of elixirs weeks ago and his wife was wasting away right before his eyes. Who could have gotten past his massive number of wards, traps, and runes?

He ignored the owl that landed on his leg. He had more important things to do than answer some insipid fan mail. His wife was dieing and he needed to spend her last moments with her. He cursed as the owl slashed into the skin of his leg. Growling he ripped the letter from the beast and opened it. This better be important or the sender would receive a cursed letter form him.

Shaking his head he read. Slowly his jaw dropped and the tears on his face were no longer those of anguish, but of startling relief. Getting up he ran to his floo ignoring the rage and disbelief at the back of his mind about Albus being the thief. For now he would ignore the implications as his wife desperately needed that stone.