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Vivisection	By : LumosMinima Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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In his dreams, Harry was back in the makeshift courtroom, where Snape’s trial had taken place.

The new Headquarters were far from grand, but in this spacious room there was enough place for everyone, the members of the Order and the exiled members of the Wizengamot alike. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Snape, who had been recaptured and brought back. Harry heard that Snape didn’t resist capture, simply gave the Aurors a puzzled look and came with them. His wand was reported lost.

Snape listened to the witnesses’ testimony attentively, but in a puzzled sort of way, as if he wasn’t fully understanding what was happening.

Harry glanced at Snape with distaste. He remembered Alastor’s warning and bit his lip. Alastor had been right about Snape after all, he just didn’t live long enough to see it.

“Snape,” Harry spoke quietly.

Snape’s head whipped around and he stared at Harry.

“Yes?” Snape whispered back, and a small tremor crossed his face.

“I’ve heard enough. I want to ask you some questions directly. I want you to answer them truthfully. Will you take Veritaserum?”

“Of course.”

The prescribed three drops were deposited on Snape’s tongue and Harry watched him intently, giving it a few minutes before asking the questions.

“Why did you defect to serve Voldemort?” Harry asked.

“I don’t remember,” Snape replied.

“I’m sorry?” Harry couldn’t help but wonder whether Veritaserum was actually working on Snape.

“I have no memory of defecting to Voldemort,” Snape said.

“Do you deny it?”

“All evidence seems to point to my defection, but I have no information to offer.”

Harry frowned, and stammered, asking the next question. “Are you – I mean, would you… Oh bloody hell, could you even do such a thing? I mean, Snape, really?”

Snape intercepted his gaze.

“If your question is whether I’m capable of treason, then the answer is yes, obviously. I did betray Voldemort once, after all.”

“I see. What is the last thing you remember?”

“Leaving the headquarters of the Order. Alone, the morning after I received my assignment from you. It was to accept Voldemort’s offer of forgiveness he’d extended t me, to infiltrate his ranks, to find out what his plans were and attempt to thwart them.”

“Did you do any of that?” Harry asked.

“Potter, I already told you, I don’t remember what I did since then.”

“Right. Did you kill Hermione Granger by performing vivisection on her?”

“The eyewitness testimony seems to point that way,” Snape whispered, a deep scowl crossing his forehead. “It’d be highly unlikely that they were ALL mistaken.”

Harry nodded briefly. The other Death Eaters, a handful of them, who were captured along with Snape were all too eager to point fingers at each other and give up names. They were administered Veritaserum, of course.

“Did you create the Phage?” Harry asked.

“I don’t remember.”

“Is there any way to know for sure?” Harry demanded, still not wanting to believe any of this. Because this was Snape, not exactly a nice person, not exactly a good one, either, but someone who’d been loyal for a long time. “About Hermione. About the Phage?”

“Yes,” Snape answered, but didn’t volunteer any additional information.

“How?”

“If you show me the analysis of the composition of the Phage and the records of vivisection I will be able to identify my work, even if I don’t remember performing it. Provided that it is my work, of course.”

“You’ve got some nerve, murderer!” someone cried out from the back of the room.

“Let him see the records,” Harry said tiredly. “I want to know what he has to say.”

A long silence ensued. Snape studied the record for what seemed like an eternity. Nobody spoke, not even the person whose indignant remark sounded earlier.

Eventually, Snape was done. The Veritaserum was readministered, and Snape spoke again.

“Both of these are clearly my work.”

“Are you sure?” Harry whispered.

“Quite. The composition of the pathogens in the sequence is based on the algorithms I’ve used in my research previously.”

“Could someone else have duplicated that?” Harry continued to push, desperate.

“Absolutely not. It’s not something that one else could identify and reproduce.”

“The – the vivisection?” Harry’s voice shook, while Snape, under the influence of Veritaserum, remained almost perfectly calm.

“My work, clearly.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Each practitioner has his own way, his own style, if you will, of making incisions, of pulling apart tissues and muscle, whenever preparing a euthanized animal’s body for potions ingredients…”

“Yes,” Harry cut him off. “Could you have been under Imperio?”

“No,” Snape said.

“How do you know that?”

“Apart from the fact that I am capable of resisting Imperio? Whenever someone performs complex tasks under Imperio, with the passage of time, his actions lose the individuality of the performer, eventually acquiring the style of the one who casts the Imperio.”

“I see,” Harry whispered. He knew that, of course, but hearing Snape say that seemed to do something in terms of closing the question. “Then I suppose there’s nothing to discuss.” Harry gave Snape a long look. "You realize, the fact that you conveniently don’t remember any of this means nothing.”

“Of course.”

“All right then,” Harry said tiredly, not recognizing his own voice as he spoke. “From now on, you’ll be held in detention. Sentencing will take place as soon as the war is over, which shouldn’t be much longer. I will leave the details to the sentencing committee.”

Snape bowed his head. Harry gave him one last look before leaving the courtroom. The members of the Order followed him shortly.

He paused in the doorway when he heard someone’s voice.

“Mister Potter, do you have a sentencing recommendation?”

He was surprised by the question at first: didn’t he just say the sentencing would take place after the war was over? Then it dawned on him: it wasn’t exactly a secret that he wasn’t expected to return from the final mission. They wanted to know before he left.

Harry froze. He knew he had a chance to speak to Snape’s destiny one more time, before going off to face his own. He didn’t know what to say.

“I don’t have any recommendations,” Harry replied finally. “It doesn’t matter what you do with him.”

*

When Harry woke up, it was still dark in the house. For the longest time, he sat on the bed, trying to banish the remnants of the dream-memory. It wasn’t quite working.

He got dressed, walked into the sitting room and paced it for a while. Eventually he walked out onto the porch and sat down, staring at the dark sky. It wasn’t quite so pitch-black anymore, the first hint of scarlet touched the edge of the woods on the very horizon.

He waited for the night to recede. When the sun was up, and the first of the daylight touched the unalive ground all around his house, Harry rose to his feet.

He walked and walked, until the house became a small speck, barely distinguishable from the gnarly trees and the barren shrubs in the distance. When Harry reached the Apparition boundary, he already knew where he was going, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

*

If asked, Harry wouldn’t be able to explain why he came back to the Centre, or why he wanted to see Snape again. He still had nothing to say to him, no new questions to ask.

And yet, he was drawn to see him, just one more time. Maybe to convince himself that Snape was still alive, slowly and torturously paying off a debt that would never be paid.

Or maybe it was regret – that Harry never really understood the reasons for Snape’s betrayal.

Either way, he just felt that they weren’t finished with each other. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would take for them to finally be done with each other – once and for all.
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