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The Prize	By : Kvarta Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As promised ;) - with usual apology for my English.
WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE
That same morning Kingsley sat at his desk, eyeing a piece of parchment like it is going to explode or attack him. He picked up the document and turned it around, half expecting that it is a joke. Weasley product perhaps, bad judgment on his tolerance for jokes from his clerks.
Placing a paper back on the table, reading its content once again, blinking then reading once again. Like reading, until his eyes bleed would change the content of the document. He rubbed his eyes and diverted his focus from text to the signatures Barty, Albus and about the dozen Wizengamot members. Same members that made is life miserable forcing him to discover anything possible about the woman. This at least explained why they pushed the idea for her to be placed at Ministry holding.
With frown, he turned to a portrait
- Barty, are you still in a quarrel with Albus? –
- I don’t believe I am, not since my death anyway. –
- Can you ask him to come to your portrait? I have something to discuss with both of you. –
- It will take some time but yes, I will contact his portrait in the hall right away. – with those words Barty disappeared from his portrait.
Kingsley rubbed his forehead, it was before noon and he already had a headache. Pacing to the fireplace he tossed small amount of powder in it and called
- Hogwarts Infirmary. – waiting for someone to notice him, calling out to the passing nurse – Good day Miss, could you be so kind… - woman shrieked
- What is it Irene? What set your alarm this time? – he could Poppy grumbling
- Mr. Ministers head… - stuttered woman
- Not at its best now? Full of cobwebs? –
- In the fireplace. –
- Then say it so you overly excited woman. Go on, go and make a list of potions we need replenishing. – Poppy walked in to his line of sight, shooing the nurse – Capable, but she can scream at anything. To what do I owe this pleasure Kingsley? –
- Poppy, can you be in the Ministry in half an hour? My cabinet. –
- Is everything all right, do I need take potions with me? Miss. Katya? Severus? -
- Just a cure for headache, and plenty to spare, it is for me. -
- Give me a few minutes to set thing in order and I’ll be right here. – Poppy walked away, barking orders to still squalling nurse. He walked back to the table and frowned at document again.
Ten minutes later, with a short knock Poppy walked through the door. She planted herself in a chair across him, shoved the vial to him and huffed
- Lett me hear. Did they kill each other yet? Who is injured? –
- They are both fine Poppy. Read this. – he gave her a document, uncorking the vial and drinking half of the content, waiting for her to finish reading.
- Merlin save us from politicians and meddling old men. – breathed Poppy and Minister wholeheartedly agreed with her before he remembered that he is one of said politicians.
- As you requested, I am informing you that probably from tomorrow Severus is released from my supervision. –
- Good, when can I expect him back in Infirmary? –
- There lies the problem, part of his conditions was that he is free to go to his new house after his part is over. –
- Kingsley, who gave you the right to meddle in my affairs? You may be the Minister, but as sure as hell YOU are NOT medi-wizard! –
- Poppy, he is diligent in taking his healing potions, not to mention additional healing he received from the woman. His throat is healed as much as it is possible. –
- Kingsley Shacklebolt, this is the reason you are Minister and not medi-wizard! – Poppy raise her voice – I don’t care about his throat, that healed long ago. Under no circumstance, you are going to let him live alone. I don’t care what that paper say. That is my final word. –
- Poppy…, this document is up for discussion in a matter of hours. I must give them good reason for him and by extension for her to stay here. A very good reason, worthy of Ministry galleons. –
- I don’t care, you should’ve think of Ministry galleons before you make arrangements that trump my professional opinion. –
- I don’t understand… -
- Kingsley, what Poppy trying not to say is that she believes Severus is in danger of hurting himself. - Albuses voice interrupted him – I hear you were asking for me. -
- He is not suicidal! Polkins didn’t report any odd behavior on his part. –
- You are daft as an old broom Kingsley. – huffed Poppy
- Now, listen Poppy… -
- There is nothing to listen. Severus was not left alone more than a few hours at the time, and even then, someone was always nearby. Do you honestly think he would exhibit signs when there is possibility that his intentions are discovered? In best case, if he does not harm himself, he is a high risk of disappearing forever. –
- His house will be guarded. –
- He survived as double spy because he is clumsy as Hagrid. – Poppy huffed
- I am open to suggestions. At this point, my hands are tied. The best I can promise you is to keep them few more days. – he turned to portrait – I need explanation from Barty and from you Albus, considering that both of yours signatures are on this document. –
- We were contacted by her government few years back, asked for permission for her to come here… -
- Albus… - growled Poppy
- Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss. –
- What did you do? –
- Me Poppy? I’m dead, what can I do? –
- And Bart Crouch died before you, but you both signed this paper. How did you know that Severus is going to need this type of help? -
- She did not save him Poppy, she broth him back to life. The boy was dead, all I wanted him is to live. He deserved at least modicum of happiness. –
- Albus. – growled Kingsley, feeling his head pounding
- Yes Minister? – twinkle in old man’s eye was irritating even on portrait
- How did you know? Another prophesy? –
- Don’t be daft Kingsley, Albus couldn’t know the prophesy, only Severus would. Albus, I suggest you tell us, or I’m going to bring Severus and show him this paper, and leave him here with a jar of turpentine. –
- Hey, Madam Pomfrey this is mine portrait. – complained Crouch
- You signed it, you deserve it too. –
- I had sudden glimpse in to the future. And unexpected but most interesting alliance with very smart man from where she is. Real adventure if I may say so. We had nice exchange. –
- Exchange? –
- They had knowledge I needed, I had knowledge they needed. –
- You talk in riddles. –
- Do I, didn’t notice. I thought I was perfectly clear. Magic is young from where she comes, they needed guidance. They also have a way to gimp at future. We traded. –
- And off all lost lives you decided on saving just one? Not yours at that? –
- I did as I see it necessary. Severus has more to do, and he hardly can do it dead. –
- Why just him, why not saving more? –
- Oh, I had a thought about that, but they explained why is that impossible, something about butterflies. –
- What he must do that is so important? –
- Who knows. I figured it is fitting to save him, reward him for all he did for the Order, including helping me die. –
- And you arranged that Miss. Katya save his life? –
- Bring him back to life from the land of the dead. – corrected Albus absentmindedly
- That is impossible! -
- Not impossible, just very, very dark. – chuckled Albus – In fact so dark that even Tom didn’t want to tinker with it. –
- Albus, what did you do? –
- Oh, nothing drastic, I assure you Poppy. Thy boy is in no danger; he will have long life. –
- And Miss. Katya? –
- That remains to be seen. -
- How does the spell works? –
- One should have a pure heart and honest intention, and that one, with certain incantation, can split his or her life energy. Transfer it to another. –
- She scarified her life. –
- Oh, just the part of it. And there is a bend to it. As long as they stay together, she can die of old age too. -
- She is very clear in her intention to return to her home, once she finish whatever she must finish. –
- Then let us hope that she will change her mind. – smiled Albus – Odd, none of you asked me how one transfer a part of its life force to another without making a horcrux in process. –
- Albus… - hissed Crouch
- Oh, but it is safer for them if they know Barty. –
- How? – asked Kingsley, not sure if he wanted to know
- By blood. By transferring its own blood in to another. –
- That is a dark, dark magic Albus, how could you share such knowledge with anyone? – gaped Kingsley
- You blood bound them!? – shrieked Poppy – Does she knows? –
- Yes, I did, and yes, she knows. The spell can be broken. This spell is akin to a wizards’ oath, when you fulfill intended objective, bind can be lifted if they desire so. Important thing is, while bind is active neither one of them can die a violent death, self-inflicted or otherwise. Did she tell him yet? –
- I don’t think so. Much to my knowledge he still did not attempt to kill her. –
- Then may I suggest that you send them away from Ministry before he finds out. As I understand, you just managed to repair the damage in that section of the building. –
- He is going to kill he Albus. –
- I very much doubt that, Poppy. Miss. Katya is very capable young woman, she can take care of herself, even against Severus. Minister, If I may, I would suggest that you find the way to keep them together somehow. That would appease Poppy’s mind and save the wizarding world of public arguments. Oh, and I don’t think that she should use her type of magic in public. –
- Anything else, Albus? – strained Kingsley
- No, I don’t believe so. I’ll see you around Barty. Good day. – Mumbled Albus and walked out of the portrait.
- Why did you agreed to this Barty? –
- You know Albus, he could be persuasive when he wanted to. You will find that all the rest, who signed that document, would say the same. –
Kingsley just waved his head, regretting almost instantly as pain pinched his forehead and back of the head simultaneously. He watched Poppy rising from the chair
- Like Albus suggested, find the way to keep them close to each other or send them both to Hogwarts. And don’t you dare meddling with my patients again Kingsley, making promises like this one, or you will deal with me. – huffed Poppy and marched out of the office.
Kingsley pressed his temples and leaned back on his chair, he stayed long time in that position. Knock on the door snapped him out of his state of numbness
- Sir, you have Wizengamot session in 5 minutes. –
- Thank you, Mr. Weasley. –
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
- …so, in the light of new evidence, it is my suggestion to release Miss. Katya to the custody of Severus Snape. – Kingsley concluded his speech.
- Is that smart? –
- It is far better than sending them both to Hogwarts, that might put students in danger. -
- He was offered to be reinstated as professor and Head of House, and he refused the offer. Question is, do we want him to teach our children? –
- What that supposed to mean Madam Undersecretary? –
- He is a Death Eater. –
- He is war hero, by our own decision. –
- Title is one thing, public opinion is another matter. –
- We can quarrel all day, there far more important matters to address than what to do with Severus Snape. -
- We are about to vote on the proposition then? Who is in favor? – hands raised with only few staying down – It is settled. Who is going to inform him? –
- I will. – sighed Kingsley – I made the deal. – “And I’m the one with least likely chance to be on the receiving end of the hex when I break the news to him.”
That topic was abandoned and they moved to continuation of discussion about Werewolf Rights.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Late afternoon, Kingsley was sitting in his office, preparing mentally for the task at hand. Door violently fly open and Snape barged in his office, man’s face was somewhere between white hot anger and ice cold hatred.
- I was interrogating the prisoner Minister, she finally started to talk. I was under the impression that you wanted me to extract as much information as possible. –
- That was the deal. – Kingsley cleared the throat
- Interruption at this stage of interrogation is a setback. You are bound to know that Minister. –
- That is what I wanted to talk to you about Severus. There is no more need for interrogation. – he paused and suppressed the need to pull back as Snape’s eyes narrowed – Her arrival was approved by Wizengamot, arranged with her government, long time ago. Due to the clerical error, her documentation and permits arrived today. You will still receive your reimbursement. –
- I can see that this government is as capable as previous one. – clipped Snape – If my services are no longer… -
- Severus, - he swallowed – permits or not, she is released under your custody. We feel that…. –
- No. – low growl came from the Snape’ direction
- It is not safe to just let her roam Wizarding England. It is much better if we have… -
- NO. – repeat Snape with more force
- Wizengamot ruled the decision, I’m afraid it is out of our hands. To refuse… -
- Send me to Azkaban. –
- She can’t be that…, she is just a woman… -
- Kingsley, send. Me. To. Azkaban. Find me a Dementor and I will kiss him myself. –
- The other option is for both of you to return to Hogwarts. –
- No. –
- You are free…. -
- Funny Minister, my alleged freedom sounds almost the same as freedom I had during the war. – Kingsley cringed, in front of him was the same man he knew from Order meetings
- She is new to this world, unlearned at our ways and too powerful to be left to her own devices. –
- Then find her a baby-sitter. –
- She is dead seat on you. She will follow you at any rate. This way you can keep an eye on her, make sure that she does not do anything…out of order. –
- I am done with my service to the Ministry, for wizarding England. –
- Yes, and you are to no obligation to any of us. –
- Nevertheless, I am appointed as guardian for your prisoner. Without my consent and against my wish. –
- Would you rather having her following you around, or to be able to keep an eye on her? – Kingsley watched as Snape’s back stiffened and his shoulders squared.
- Do I have any say in this matter? – ice in Snape’s voice forced Kingsley to shiver
- I’m afraid not. You will be reimbursed for this time, and you will receive monthly a sum of galleons in her name. She has a vault set for her name at Gringots, the key is with us. She even undergone sorting but it was inconclusive. –
- Sorting is never inconclusive. – spat Snape
- In her case, it was. I don’t know… All I know she is fully set to live here. She has permit to get a wand and use it but under no circumstances she is to use magic her way in public. I will see her tomorrow morning and… - he stopped as Snape stood in front of him with grim look on his face and outstretched arm
- No. She is my responsibility. You will hand all her documentations and belongings you still have in hold to me. We will leave Ministry tomorrow morning. –
- Wouldn’t you like to see your new house before you bring her there? – asked Kingsley handing him large, thick envelope
- No. I wish you good day Minister. – clipped Snape and with slight bow he left him slamming the door behind his back.
Kingsley sat back in the chair, feeling the thin stream of sweat tickling between shoulder blades. This day was too long for him.
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