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Chapter 9 Rewritten
The End of Snape as We Know Him
Ministry of Magic, Minister's Office, England
10:00 AM
The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as Amelia stepped into the Minister's office, her expression tired but determined. She closed the door behind her with a soft click, then made her way to the desk where Cornelius Fudge and Amos Diggory were seated, buried in paperwork. The weight of the conversation ahead hung heavily on her shoulders, but she forced herself to meet their eyes.
Cornelius looked up from the report he was reading, his eyebrows raised with mild curiosity. "How did Sirius and Remus take the news?" he asked, his tone polite but with an undercurrent of impatience.
Amelia sighed deeply, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment as she collected herself. "As well as can be expected," she replied, her voice tight. "Sirius… well, Sirius wanted me to tell him who the other person was, but I didn't." She glanced up, meeting Cornelius's gaze before adding, "He didn't take it well. But then again, when does he ever?"
Amos Diggory, who had been intently flipping through a stack of reports, paused at her words and raised his head. His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward slightly. "And Lupin?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. "I imagine he didn't take it too well either. After all, he's a—"
"Amos, shut up." Amelia's voice cut through the air with surprising venom. Her gaze locked onto him, her eyes hard and filled with an intensity that made the room feel suddenly smaller. "I know exactly where you're going with this, and I'll tell you right now: Just because Remus Lupin is a werewolf, doesn't mean shit." She slammed her hand down on the desk, her tone rising in fury. "Remus took it far better than Sirius did. And no, I didn't tell either of them who the other person was, so you can drop it. I swear to Merlin, Amos, if you don't shut your mouth, I'll hex you into next week."
Amos sputtered, clearly taken aback by the force of her response. His face reddened as he opened his mouth to say something but stopped short, clearly aware that continuing would not be wise. He muttered something under his breath and sank back into his chair, visibly retreating.
Amelia didn't look at him. Instead, she sat down across from Cornelius, her back stiff but her eyes cold. She folded her arms across her chest, clearly not in the mood for further discussion.
Cornelius, taking a long breath and smoothing down his robes, gave Amelia a pointed look. "Amelia, you can't threaten Ministry employees, no matter how much they deserve it." His voice was calm but authoritative.
Amelia rolled her eyes, the tension still hanging thick in the room. "Then remind Amos of that, would you? I'm starting to lose patience."
"Amos, shut up," Cornelius repeated firmly, raising a hand as though to ward off any further disruptions. "Now that we've settled that, I hope you're ready for this." He pushed his chair back and stood up, walking toward the fireplace, his movements deliberate and confident.
Amelia straightened in her seat, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Sir?"
Cornelius turned, a delighted smile slowly forming on his face as he stepped closer to the flames. "We have enough evidence to arrest Severus Snape," he said, his tone lighter, almost gleeful. "And nothing, and I do mean nothing, that Albus Dumbledore says or does will stop us." The words hung in the air like a heavy promise, and Amelia felt a flicker of satisfaction at the thought of finally bringing Snape to justice.
She stood, her posture straight and ready, her own smile creeping onto her face. "Finally," she murmured. "Let's end this."
Cornelius glanced back at her, nodding with a smirk. "Indeed. Get ready, Amelia." He waved a hand toward the Floo, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and triumph.
Amelia didn't hesitate. With a swift stride, she followed him toward the fireplace. As they stepped into the swirling green flames, she knew the arrest was just the beginning—but it was a beginning she had waited far too long for.
Hogwarts
Headmaster's Office
Scotland
10:15 AM
The Floo flared to life, spitting out green flames as Cornelius Fudge and Amelia Bones emerged from the fireplace into the headmaster's office. The room, a vast space filled with ancient books, towering shelves, and trinkets from across the wizarding world, seemed to close in as the two Ministry officials stepped in. Albus Dumbledore sat behind his large oak desk, his half-moon glasses perched on the end of his nose, looking up from a stack of papers.
"Ah, Cornelius… and Amelia. What can I do for you?" Dumbledore asked, his voice warm and inviting, though his eyes quickly scanned the pair with a subtle wariness.
Cornelius did little to mask the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "We're here to arrest Severus Snape," he said, his voice thick with resolve. Dumbledore's face drained of color, his fingers gripping the edge of his desk as though to steady himself.
"Severus? Surely, we can talk this out, can't we?" Dumbledore's tone was pleading now, his usually calm demeanor faltering. "There must be some misunderstanding."
"Not a chance, Albus," Cornelius said firmly, taking a step forward. "Now, if you'll excuse us." He moved toward the door, clearly unwilling to entertain further discussion.
"I AM THE HEADMASTER OF THIS SCHOOL, AND YOU WILL NOT ARREST SEVERUS SNAPE!" Dumbledore's voice thundered, a rare crack in his usually composed exterior. The room seemed to grow colder with his outburst, but Cornelius stood his ground.
"And I AM THE MINISTER OF MAGIC," Cornelius barked in return, his voice sharp and commanding. "If you do not let us through, I will have you arrested for obstruction of justice." He leveled a cold, unwavering stare at Dumbledore.
"On what grounds?" Albus asked, his voice taking on a smug edge, though there was a flicker of fear beneath the surface.
"For obstruction of justice, harboring a suspected criminal, and putting countless children and teachers in danger by harboring said criminal," Amelia snapped, her hand moving to rest on her wand. The room seemed to darken as her aura of authority grew, the air crackling with the power of her resolve.
Dumbledore, ever the manipulator, shifted his strategy. "Amelia, Cornelius," he said, his voice now laced with a pleading sincerity. "Severus played an important role in the war. He saved many lives—surely that counts for something?" His eyes flicked between the two of them, searching for some crack in their determination.
Amelia's expression hardened. "We have Severus implicated in a series of crimes, Albus. If he is innocent, there should be no problem. If he's guilty, he will be sent to Azkaban." Her voice was ice-cold, the weight of her words sinking into the room like a stone in water.
"Would you condemn an innocent man?" Albus asked, his voice full of feigned hurt. He took a step closer, trying to close the gap between them. He looked at Amelia with wide, beseeching eyes.
"Let me remind you of a few things, Albus," Amelia said, her tone steely. "Severus Snape has been implicated in the kidnapping, rape, and murder of Alyssa Potter. If Sirius finds out you've kept her murderer from facing justice, I will personally guarantee that you will never, ever see Harry or Neville again." She stepped closer, her magic flaring like a visible aura around her. "And there have been rumors linking Severus to the deaths of my brother Edgar and his wife. If that turns out to be true, then know this: I will hunt him down, and when I do, I'll make sure he regrets ever drawing breath. But first, I'll hex you into oblivion for helping him escape Azkaban."
Dumbledore recoiled slightly, his usual calm shattered by the venom in Amelia's words. He stared at her for a moment, the weight of her threat hanging heavy in the air. Slowly, his shoulders slumped as the fight drained from him.
"Very well," he muttered, his voice now heavy with resignation.
Amelia gave a sharp nod, her eyes never leaving Dumbledore's. "Let's go," she said, her voice a razor's edge. She turned and motioned for Cornelius to follow, her stride purposeful and unwavering as she made her way toward the door.
The two Ministry officials left the room with Dumbledore standing behind them, his face a mask of defeat. They descended the stairs to the dungeons, where Severus Snape awaited the consequences of his actions.
Potions Classroom
10:30 AM
The Potions classroom was filled with the scent of herbs and the steady bubbling of cauldrons, but the atmosphere grew tense the moment the trio entered. Severus Snape, standing at the front of the classroom, raised an eyebrow in a practiced sneer as he glanced up from his desk.
"Headmaster, Madam Bones, Minister Fudge," Snape drawled, his voice thick with irritation. "Is there a reason you are interrupting my class?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he glanced between the three Ministry officials, his fingers brushing the handle of his wand.
Amelia Bones stepped forward, her voice unwavering as she addressed the potions master. "Severus Snape, you are under arrest for the kidnapping, rape, and murder of Alyssa Jasmine Potter."
A gasp escaped from one of the students, but Snape's eyes only darkened. He was quick to defend himself, but his voice wavered with a hint of panic. "Headmaster—" he started, but Albus Dumbledore's voice interrupted him, calm and measured.
"It's for the best, Severus," Dumbledore said, his tone filled with a strange mix of regret and understanding. "Go with them. You will be given a trial by Veritaserum, and this will be over quickly."
Snape's face twisted with fury and disbelief as he backed away, shaking his head. "You promised, Albus," he spat. "You said if I helped, I would never go to Azkaban." His hand hovered over his wand, eyes flicking toward the door, calculating his options.
Dumbledore stepped closer, trying to calm him with soothing words. "This doesn't guarantee you will go to Azkaban, Severus," he said, but his voice faltered under Snape's growing desperation.
"Fuck you," Snape snarled, his anger boiling over as he yanked out his wand, his movements sharp and defensive.
"Severus, please. Don't do—" Albus began, but his plea was cut off by the sharp sound of two spells streaking past him, narrowly missing his robes. The spells slammed into Snape, sending him crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.
Amelia stood, her wand still raised, her expression one of mild amusement. "Was the knockback jinx really necessary?" she asked Cornelius, her voice tinged with dry humor as she approached the fallen Potions Master, her wand swiftly disarming him and binding him in place.
"I was worried he'd aim at one of the students," Cornelius replied with a shrug, his tone indifferent. He glanced around the classroom, where students stared wide-eyed, unsure whether to be more frightened of Snape's fall or the Ministry officials.
Amelia rolled her eyes, still smirking, and started leading the bound Snape toward the door. "No more tricks, Severus. Time to face the consequences."
As they exited the classroom, the whispers of the students filled the air, but none dared to follow. The tension in the room was palpable, and the students quickly scattered, eager to escape the weight of what had just transpired.
Ministry of Magic
11:00 AM
London
The trio of Ministry officials moved swiftly through the bustling corridors of the Ministry, their footsteps echoing in the large, marble halls. As they approached the courtrooms, a reporter's voice rang out from behind them.
"Minister, do you have time to answer a few questions?"
Cornelius didn't even glance back as he replied, "Unfortunately, no. But I will be holding a press conference in four hours." His pace didn't falter, his mind focused on the task ahead. Amelia and Cornelius exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable as they continued onward.
"How long until Snape's trial?" another reporter shouted, eager for more details.
"Two hours," Cornelius called back over his shoulder, his tone curt but not unfriendly. The lift doors ahead of them opened, and the trio stepped inside, the quiet hum of the lift filling the brief silence.
As the doors closed and the lift began its descent, Amelia let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Well, that's one less problem to deal with," she muttered, though her voice carried a heavy weight.
Cornelius nodded, the usual cheeriness in his tone replaced with the gravity of the situation. "Let's just hope the trial goes smoothly." The lift continued its journey down, the buzz of the upcoming trial hanging over them like a storm cloud.
They knew the storm had only just begun.
Courtroom 10
1 pm
"Severus Snape, you are hereby charged with thirteen counts of rape, one count of murder, six counts of torture and seven counts of kidnapping. How do you plead?" Cornelius asked.
"Not guilty." Snape said through gritted teeth.
"Do you consent to Veritaserum?" Cornelius asked.
"Yes." Snape said glaring.
"Give it to him.' Cornelius said with a grimace. Cornelius was slightly nervous, what would they unearth? Would he have to stun Amelia? 'State your name."
"Severus Tobais Snape." Snape intoned.
"Date of birth?" Cornelius asked.
"January 9, 1960." Snape intoned again.
"Did you rape any of the following women? Andria Moore, Jenifer Buckley, Eliza Lee, Hayley Williams, Alex Duncan, Jasmine Stone, Sandy Love, Frida Mack, Jessie Holly, Abby Heart, Mandy Stile, Alicia Simmons, or Carlynn Drand?" Cornelius asked with a sigh.
"Yes." Snape stated.
"How many?" Cornelius asked.
"All of them." Snape replied.
"How many did you kill?" Cornelius asked, grimacing.
"None." Snape replied.
"How many did you torture?" Cornelius asked.
"Six." Snape stated.
"Their names?" Cornelius asked, sighing.
"Jessie Holly, Abby Heart, Mandy Stile, Alicia Simmons, & Carlynn Drand." Snape said.
"How many did you kidnap?" Cornelius asked.
"Seven." Snape replied.
"Their Names?" Cornelius asked.
"Alex Duncan, Frida Mack, Jessie Holly, Abby Heart, Mandy Stile, Alicia Simmons, and Carlynn Drand." Snape said.
"When did you join Voldemort?" Cornelius asked.
"1976." Snape said.
"What did you do?" Cornelius asked.
"Kidnapped and raped Alyssa Potter." Snape replied.
"When?" Cornelius asked.
"Summer of '76." Snape said.
"Why did you kidnap and rape a thirteen year old girl?' Cornelius asked with a sigh.
"Because she was a Potter. James Potter had insulted me multiple times and had the attention of the girl I was in love with." Snape said.
"You kidnapped and raped a thirteen year old, because her older brother insulted you and had the attention of the girl you liked. Why did you kill her?" Cornelius asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I didn't." Snape said, causing Amelia to freeze.
The tension in the courtroom reached a fever pitch. Cornelius Fudge's voice cut through the thick silence. "You kidnapped and raped Alyssa Potter, but you didn't kill her?" He was met with murmurs of disbelief from the assembled Wizengamot.
"Yes," Snape said, his tone matter-of-fact, though a cold glint flickered in his eyes.
Cornelius pressed on, his tone growing sharper. "According to Lucius Malfoy, you killed her. He was under Veritaserum. How could he lie? And if you didn't kill her, then who did?" His gaze flickered to Amelia, who had gone deathly pale, her body rigid with shock.
Snape's voice was calm, almost indifferent as he replied, "He told me to kill her. I decided not to. My mother helped me hide her away."
The room gasped in unison, the revelation sending ripples of disbelief through the crowd.
Cornelius narrowed his eyes, his voice steady as he asked, "And where is she now?"
"In my family home in Spinner's End," Snape answered, as if the location meant little in the grand scheme of things.
"How did you keep her hidden for so long?" Cornelius pressed, his mind struggling to process the horrifying details.
"Love potions and mind-controlling potions," Snape said simply, as if discussing a trivial matter.
"Why two different potions?" Cornelius asked, a trace of confusion in his voice.
"Because I didn't want any child we conceived to be born under the influence of a love potion," Snape explained, his words cold and detached.
The silence in the courtroom deepened as Cornelius, his voice heavy, asked, "Did you have any children with her?"
"Yes," Snape replied without hesitation.
"How many?" Cornelius asked, already dreading the answer. "And are any of them bastards?"
"Three. Two of them are bastards," Snape answered flatly, the admission causing a ripple of shock to run through the room.
Cornelius raised an eyebrow, momentarily stunned. "So, you married her?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yes," Snape replied, his voice still devoid of any emotion.
"When?" Cornelius asked, his curiosity piqued despite himself.
"September 13th, 1980," Snape answered, as if the date was of little consequence.
"And the names of your children?" Cornelius continued, unable to stop now.
"Octavius Jameson Snape, Julius Marcus Snape, and Charles Franklin Snape," Snape replied, listing them with the same detached tone.
"And their dates of birth?" Cornelius pressed, trying to make sense of this twisted family.
"Octavius was born July 2nd, 1978. Julius was born May 16th, 1979. Charles was born July 8th, 1980," Snape rattled off, his voice void of any trace of warmth or pride.
The courtroom was filled with stunned silence as the weight of Snape's admissions settled over the room.
Cornelius Fudge's voice cut through the mounting tension in the courtroom. "Did you murder Edgar Bones?" he asked, his gaze flicking briefly to Amelia.
"Yes," Snape replied flatly, not even the slightest hint of remorse in his voice. The room fell into a deep silence as Amelia's fists clenched in anger, her body stiffening as her glare bore into the man who had been responsible for her brother's death.
Cornelius paused for a moment before extending his hand toward Amelia. Without a word, she reluctantly handed him her wand, the weight of the moment sinking in as she passed it off, a gesture of professional duty, though the fury in her eyes remained.
"When?" Cornelius asked, his voice firm but measured, despite the horror of the situation.
"August 1981," Snape replied with chilling indifference.
The next question came swiftly, almost as though Cornelius couldn't bear to linger on the previous one. "Did you rape or murder Camilla Bones?"
"Yes," Snape answered without hesitation, his voice low but steady.
Cornelius' brows furrowed. "When?"
"From the middle of August to the middle of September 1981," Snape responded, his words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. Amelia felt a chill race down her spine at the answer, her blood running cold. Camilla, her sister-in-law, had been alive for nearly a month after her disappearance—suffering for weeks.
Amelia's breath caught, her fists tightening again as her nails bit into her palms. She wanted to scream, to confront him, but she remained still, the shock of Snape's revelations settling like stones in her stomach.
Cornelius cleared his throat, forcing his professional composure to remain intact. "Administer the antidote," he ordered the guard. His face was a mask of grim determination as he continued, "Severus Snape, you are hereby sentenced to life in Azkaban Prison. Consider yourself fortunate that you are not being sent through the Veil for the crimes you committed during the war. The only reason you are not facing that fate is because of the lives you saved by spying for the Order."
He gestured to the guards, who immediately began to move toward Snape, shackling him as they prepared to escort him away.
Amelia remained frozen in place, her mind reeling with the staggering weight of Snape's admissions. Alyssa is alive… she thought, the realization breaking through her haze of anger and disbelief. Her voice was barely a whisper, her words uncertain as she mumbled, "Alyssa is… alive."
The truth of it hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over the layers of grief and questions that had weighed her down for so many years. She had always believed Alyssa had perished, another victim of the war. But now, the possibility that she had been hidden away all this time—it felt like a gut punch. How could Snape have kept her alive, so close to her family, for all these years?
"If you'll excuse me, Minister," Amelia said, her voice still unsteady as she stood up abruptly. "I believe I need to go."
Cornelius watched her for a moment, noting the strain in her expression, the haunted look in her eyes. He sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the moment press upon him as well. "Of course," he said quietly. "I understand."
He didn't wait for a reply, instead signaling Auror Kelly to accompany her. Amelia didn't wait for the Auror; she moved swiftly toward the doors, her mind already turning over the impossible reality she had just learned.
As she exited the courtroom, her steps quickening as if she might outrun the truth, Cornelius couldn't help but watch her go. He knew how much this moment would cost her—how much it already had. There was nothing he could say to ease her pain, and he understood the gravity of the task she was about to face.
The Marauder's Pack, he thought, feeling a pang of sorrow for the family she was about to confront. If only it had all been different.
Marauder's Den
France
2 PM
Amelia stepped through the floo, her breath quick and uneven as she scanned the room. "Sirius? Sirius!" she called, her voice tight with urgency. She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself. Alyssa is alive. The thought played over and over in her mind, but it didn't feel real yet.
A few moments later, Sirius came striding into the living room, his expression full of concern. "Amelia? What's wrong? What's happened?" His voice was filled with worry.
"'My! 'My!" Harry shouted excitedly, his little hands reaching up for her.
"Harry," Amelia said, kneeling down to gather him into her arms. She hugged him tightly, feeling a knot in her chest tighten.
"What wrong 'my?" Harry asked, poking her cheek with his small finger, his wide eyes full of innocent curiosity.
Amelia smiled faintly, wiping away the tears she hadn't realized had started to fall. "It's okay, sweetie." She turned her attention back to Sirius.
"What's wrong, Amy?" Sirius said, his concern deepening. He corrected Harry's attempt at calling her. "Seriously, Amelia. What's going on?" he pressed, his eyes scanning her face for any hint of the seriousness she was trying to hide.
"Alyssa," Amelia whispered, the name barely leaving her lips.
"Alyssa?" Sirius repeated, confused. "What does Alyssa have to do with this?" He frowned, trying to make sense of the situation.
"She's alive, Sirius. Alyssa is alive," Amelia said, her voice thick with emotion as she watched the blood drain from his face. Her hand reached out, gently pushing him to sit on the couch as he stood frozen, staring at her, his face ashen.
"You're sure?" Sirius asked, his voice cracking, disbelief evident in his eyes.
"Yes," Amelia said firmly, nodding. "I'm sure."
"How? What happened? How is she... alive?" Sirius ran a hand over his face, still struggling to process the words.
"The other person Malfoy mentioned," Amelia started, her voice shaky but determined. "It was Snape. Malfoy told him to kill her, but Snape didn't. He... kept her under love potions and mind-controlling potions. She's alive, but I don't know what kind of state she's in—mentally, physically... anything. She has three children. Octavius Jameson, age seven. Julius Marcus, age six. And Charles Franklin, age five." Amelia's fingers absently played with Harry's hair, her mind lost in the gravity of the situation.
"So where are they?" Sirius asked, his color slowly returning as his mind began to work through the situation.
"Snape said they're in Spinner's End," Amelia answered softly. "Sirius... you may have to take them in."
Sirius took a deep breath, absorbing the weight of her words. "Is Snape in prison?" he asked, his voice filled with a glimmer of relief.
"Yes. He was sentenced this morning. For life," Amelia replied, her voice a little softer as she gave him a small, exhausted smile. Sirius allowed himself a brief grin at the news.
"You'll help us, right?" Sirius asked, his eyes meeting Amelia's with sincerity. "Make sure Remus and I don't... I don't want us treating them badly because of who their father is."
Amelia's smile widened, though there was a firmness in her eyes. "Of course. I don't think either of you would, but I'll stay," she assured him.
"Good," Sirius said, a relieved smile tugging at his lips.
Amelia's expression hardened a little, a touch of sternness in her voice. "Don't think this means you're off the hook, Sirius. I'm staying for Harry, Neville, and Alyssa's boys. You've got a lot to make up for," she said firmly, her gaze sharp as she looked at him.
Sirius grimaced, but there was no denying the truth of her words. "I know, I know," he muttered, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Good," Amelia said, her smile softening just a little as she ruffled Harry's hair. The weight of the situation still hung heavy in the air, but for now, they had a plan. And that was enough to hold on to.
AN: That's all for this chapter. I am sorry that it takes me for ever to right. Sometimes I lose motivation. Mildly sorry for yelling at the beginning of the chapter. I know you guys are trying to help but it got annoying. Thanks though. Next is the press conference. Hopefully it wont take nearly as long to write.
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