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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
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Chapter Four: I know what no-one else knows

The day of Lucius’ turn in the witness box was hailed with banner headlines in the morning edition of The Daily Prophet. Apparently they believed he would reveal the identity of the two victims, thus far referred to as “A” and “B”. There had been enough titillation in the reading of the question and answer sessions to please the most jaded reader, but to have this news dangled in front of the average reader was too much. Sales shot up.

That a trial had taken place at all had been nothing short of miraculous. The Dark Lord had gained more and more power, controlling the Ministry, yet a few brave souls had clung on amidst all the corruption and managed to keep Malfoy and Snape locked up. The Aurors had worked hard to get the trials done quickly, in case Voldemort recuperated from nearly being captured at the Manor and staged a fight. Because of that, the Wizengamot had not been called (indeed, many of them were missing). Instead a more Muggle based trial was being held, with twelve men and women sitting and listening to the disturbing evidence.

Lucius Malfoy took the stand wearing an impeccable black outfit. Black shirt, black cloak, black shoes, even an ebony wood cane. His blond hair seemed so much starker against such a dark background. There was no evidence that he had spent the last week and a half in a prison cell in Azkaban. He seemed utterly confident, was even smiling smugly.

“State your name for the record please.” The Minister for Magic said tonelessly.

“Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.”

Questions came from the defence, aimed at showing Lucius in the best possible light. The lawyer tried to suggest that Malfoy had believed he was saving the boys by making You-Know-Who trust him so that he could get them to safety.

“After all,” Lucius said, “someone revealed the location of their hiding place to the Order.” He looked confidently at the jury, as if expecting them to immediately side with him. Some of them looked doubtful, others refused to meet his eye.

It was the prosecution’s turn afterwards. It took him less than thirty minutes to knock down all of the ideas his opposition had tried to plant in the jury’s mind. It took another fifteen for the jury to want to murder Lucius.

The Minister for Magic, who was presiding over the proceedings, glanced at the jury. They had made their mind up, and nothing the defence said would change it. He wanted to do right by Lucius and was willing to offer him another chance. He looked at Lucius’ lawyer. That man shook his head.
“Mr Malfoy, I am going to ask that you leave this court whilst a deliberation is held.”

There was a murmur of surprise from the watching crowd. They understood exactly what that meant. Clearly, so did Lucius.

The blond looked stunned. “You will grant me no further time to state my case?” A note of worry had crept into his voice. His supreme confidence and self-control was beginning to break under the strain.

“Mr Fuller, your lawyer, has made it clear he has nothing more to say.”

Lucius turned on the other man his grey eyes cold with anger and fear. But they also held mischief. “Perhaps you would have done better to show the blood traitor Weasley to be a liar. But no, you focused on how I could have been the one who freed those two brats,” he paused, enjoying the reaction that would come, “Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter.”

Gasps were heard from all corners of the room.

“CLEAR THE COURT!” The Minister’s voice rang out, but it was too late, the words had been heard.

The reporter from The Daily Prophet apparated back to his office and began writing before he’d even finished spinning.

His copy appeared in the paper that evening.

Hermione, visiting Ron the following day, looked frighteningly pale, but for two red spots in her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked once she was seated between their beds.

“Nothing,” she squeaked quickly, too quickly.

Immediately after their rescue she had snuck in and made sure they were both all right and then had whispered to Harry that she thought she had found another Horcrux and was going to destroy it. When she had returned she had been smiling and had nodded at Harry's silent question. That, he supposed, had been something. Whatever had happened to him, he still needed to find those pieces of Voldemort's soul and destroy them. His own destruction had already been completed, so hunting down Horcruxes shouldn't have been a problem.

Ron glowered at Harry. He wanted time with Hermione alone; he did not want to have to share her with Harry. Even knowing that there had never really been anything between them, he still resented the concern she showed her dark haired friend.

“Hermione…” Harry’s voice held a note of wheedling, and a note of annoyance in it. “It’s better we find out now.” He urged.

She pursed her lips. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Harry.”

Ron tried to speak to her but Harry cut across again.

“Hermione!” His voice was definitely annoyed now. He knew Malfoy's trial was going on and had hoped that the bastard had been found guilty. Was she hesitating because somehow he'd wriggled out of punishment?

“Fine!” she huffed, “But remember I was against it.”

She pulled a copy of The Daily Prophet from the large canvas bag at her feet and sighed. “Harry, are you sure?”

“Read it,” he said, sounding grim.

“It was Potter! That’s the headline, then it says: During the trial of Lucius Malfoy and other Death Eaters today, a shock revelation was made that Malfoy had had intercourse with one of the boys – previously referred to as male “B”; however, more horrifying was the news that “A” was Harry Potter, and “B” Ronald Weasley, son of Ministry worker Arthur Weasley.”

Ron gave a strangled cry and turned his face away from Hermione. He hadn't told her the details of what had happened, but she had probably attended the trial and heard everything. Ron wanted to die.

“Details of the trial have been reported in this paper over a number of days, and we cannot stress enough our shock and dismay that one of the victims referred to is indeed Harry Potter. The reports of the events were harrowing, and included details of non-consensual sex, and many of the jurors asked for a recess during the first days of the trial as such knowledge disturbed them so greatly. Now, it seems, the victim was not some unknown (which would have been bad enough), but the associate of the man on whom all our hopes are pinned.”

Harry shook his head in despair at that comment. He was not worth looking up to. He was no-one's hero. Hermione looked at him, as if hoping he would now be satisfied. He felt sick, and didn’t really want any more read, but he had to know. He waved for her to continue.

“The news came as Malfoy was being asked to leave the court whilst the jury deliberated. The reaction of the judge was swift. Malfoy’s announcement was made and the court cleared, but obviously by then the details had been shared.

“This reporter has followed the case in its entirety and will continue to do so, especially when Severus Snape takes the stand.”

Harry felt himself react to Snape's name and hoped that Hermione hadn't seen it.

In the other bed, Ron began laughing. The sound was cold and full of hurt. “Good to know what they care about!” he snarled, “I was that bastard’s victim, but what do they focus on? You! Who was even first in the victim’s list? You! I was only “B”. You, the great, the mighty, the fucking perfect Harry Potter, you were “A”. I only got a mention as my Dad’s son! Does anyone give a shit that Malfoy raped and tortured me?! No, it's all about how you will one day save the whole fucking world! Don't worry about Ron now, he's just there to 'associate' with the wizarding world's hope! No one gives a fuck about me, Potter.”

His eyes were full of tears; humiliation, shame and fury tore at him and made him want to lash out and cause Harry the pain Ron had taken because he had loved Harry and wanted to protect him.

“Ron…” Harry began, with no idea of what to say next. It had been awful how the news had been reported, but that hadn't been Harry's fault; he certainly could have lived the rest of his life with no-one ever knowing who had been captured.

“I should have told Malfoy to fuck you,” Ron snarled, “Who knows, maybe you'd have enjoyed it!”

Harry went very still. Since their statements, Harry had been unsure just how much Ron had heard about how Snape had treated him. Now though, with Ron's words, Harry knew that his friend had heard everything that had mattered, everything that Harry had hated about himself.
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