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Death’s Design, Fate’s Plan

An Answer to Reptilia28’s Death Challenge

NC-17

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Spoilers:Any and All Books through Chapter 37 of Deathly Hallows

Summary:My take on Reptillia 28’s Challenge from Portkey, (Really hope no one minds.) Harry dies well before his time and is sent back to clean up the mess he left behind.

Bashing Warning:This story will contain character bashing and eventually death.

AN: Thank you very much to all who have reviewed. I will attempt to keep up with my updates better. I hope that each of my readers will find something in this chapter that makes them ‘just have to’ drop me a review. Have a great day.

CHAPTER 7

*****GUILTY IN HERE*****

Amelia Bones was not a vindictive woman. She was simply a woman who strongly believed in justice. As she was reading a note from her school crush, and lifelong friend, Arthur Weasley and the subsequent report from St. Mungo’s, she could feel a fire growing deep within her that made her long for justice. Before today she had always hated the fact that the accursed Healer Report typewriter was in her office. It seemed to always startle her as it would beep and start its speedy clacking of keys seeming out of the blue. But today she’d never been happier that she was the DMLE Department head, that she was the person entrusted with receiving these reports, because given the information on this report, she could trust very few people wouldn’t have simply buried it and felt it too damaging to bother with. Amelia, however, called in her two best aurors.

She turned to the less senior of her two most trusted Senior Aurors. “Shacklebolt. I need you to lead a team of four to the Burrow in Ottery Catcherpole in Dover. You are to arrest Molly Prewitt Weasley for 120 counts of Brewing Proscribed Potions, including love and compulsion potions. She’d also charged with 120 counts of administering said potions” the large black, bald Auror nodded his head in acknowledgement of his orders. “Shack…don’t think that she is just another potion queen. She could possibly be as powerful as her brothers Fabian and Gideon. She’s built a nice little life on these potions…I doubt she’ll be willing to go quietly.”

Amelia turned to a very petite dark haired witch. “Jones, you and I will be going to Hogwarts. We will take a team of three with us. It would seem that we need to bring in our esteemed Chief Warlock in for questioning. He is not being charged, yet. But I’m hoping that was can at least get him on conspiracy charges.” That last was said under her breath. However she noted the startled looks on her Auror’s faces and knew they had heard. A nausea inducing thought entered her mind. She cast her messenger Patronus. A large wolverine calm raging out of her wand. “Healer Floyd, Could you please take a team and check over three muggles for potions poisoning. The adults live at Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. The boy is in school, muggle school called Smeltings. I want them to have a full work up just like Arthur Weasley had.”

Hestia Jones locked eyes with her boss. She’d been there and heard Peter Pettigrew’s testimony. She knew what wasn’t said as well. Someone had performed the charm that was supposed to hide the Potters. Who ever had performed the charm had known all along that Sirius Black was innocent. She had been a Ravenclaw during the seven years the Marauders had strutted through the halls of Hogwarts. She knew how close they had all be with her diminutive head of house. She also knew how close the man had been with Lily Evans. He used to call her an Honorary Raven. So Hestia for all these years had assumed that Flitwick had performed the fidelius. But hearing that an innocent man had spent 13 years languishing in Azkaban made her sure that Flitwick had had no part of hiding her classmates. Peter’s veritaserum testimony had verified that Dumbledore had performed the charm…unfortunately it wasn’t enough to charge the Chief Warlock.

In the moment it took Amelia and Hestia to exchange those silent contemplations, Shacklebolt had left the room to gather his team. Amelia and Hestia with Williamson, a young Auror named Puckett, and Amelia’s partner and the current head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour. As they headed out they noticed that Shacklebolt was heading out accompanied by his partner, young Auror Tonks, as well Dawlish and Proudfoot.

“Be safe out there.” Amelia admonished everyone.

***Run Ins With Weasleys***

The four members of Harry’s party and the Potter account managers decided that they needed a short break before they tackled Hermione’s question. Rather than stay in the bank Harry and Hermione bothered Sirius and Remus until they agreed to take the teens out into the Alley. However as they were leaving, they ran into Arthur and Percy in the bank lobby. Almost literally.

Arthur pulled Sirius to the side, leaving Remus to watch over the chatting teens. The Red headed man quickly explained a bit of the situation to his friend and distant cousin. “Sirius, I truly hate to be a bother but I was wondering if, well since the healers say that it would be better if I not go home until after treatment.”

“Of course you can stay with us Arthur. Believe me when I say that we will have you at the doors of St. Mungo’s as soon as they open. They’ll get you all sorted. You’ll be right as rain.” Sirius assured Arthur before letting his older friend go about his business. As he watched the red haired father and son walk away; Sirius wondered, not for the first time, how different his life would have been had he not given his trust to those who were so unworthy.

The group only spent twenty minutes in Flourish and Blotts, even Hermione was anxious to return to the meeting with the goblins. As soon as they stepped into the meeting room then noted that Serpent Tooth and Tearing Claw had brought in a small goblin wrought pot and several vials of a dark blue potion as well as several long rolls of parchment. “I’ve readied the Legacy tests. I know that do not need to do them for any but Lady Potter, however I would like to suggest that we perform the test for each of you. There are many dormant vaults below us. Many mysteries to be solved.” Tearing Claw said jokingly.

Serpent Tooth simply shook his head. “If each of you will take a sip of the potion in the pot, we will move back to our earlier discussion, at the appropriate time, you will drop seven drops of blood into the proper vial of the Genealogy potion, which will then be poured onto one of the prepared scrolls. Again there will be a fifteen to twenty minute wait. The scroll will then show you your lineages. We are only able to show you two thousand years, so this may not be a fully comprehensive family tree, but I believe that it is sufficient for our purposes.”

“Yeah…I’d think that two thousand years should be well over sufficient.” Sirius said with a smirk. “Two thousand years ago the Blacks were still smithies and farmers. We didn’t come into a title until around the time of The Founding.” He joked as each person took a drink of the reactor agent in the pot. “Tearing Claw, Arthur Weasley he’s going to be incurring a rather large bill at St. Mungo’s what can we do to help him with that without his knowledge?”

“I’ll look into it, my Lord. If all else fails we may be able to simply go around him and pay a portion of the bill directly to the hospital before he receives any notification. He need never know the exact cost of the stay.” Tearing Claw said thoughtfully.

“I like that, can you let Hook Claw know what we’ve decided, tell him to handle it from the Black family vault. Arthur is a distant cousin.” Sirius said with a smirk. “It’s about time that money be used to help the light side of the family.”

During the fifteen minute wait the Goblins explained to Hermione and Harry the nature of their relationship; the fact that their bond created a type of semi marriage. It was a marriage in the fact that they were considered to be husband and wife, and Sirius could act as the magical guardian for either. Yet until they consummated the marriage, neither was considered an adult. As such they were still bound by the limitations set for underage witches and wizards. However Harry, as the Scion of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House, would reach his legal maturity on his fourteenth birthday. As such, while they could cease all the unauthorized transferred, Dumbledore had place after November 1, 1981; and with Sirius’s approval, they could even begin the procedures to reclaim said funds; they were unable to see exactly what those transactions were or even the total.

They paused for each person to place their blood sample in the vials. As soon as that was successfully completed they returned to their discussion. Harry looked at his account managers and his new wife and other advisors. “Can we turn off only the transactions that were begun by Dumbledore after my parents were killed? I want to make sure that any aid my parents had set up in their wills or whatever is continued.”

“Lord Potter, we have only been able to begin the probate process for your parent’s Wills. The Chief Warlock has blocked us from beginning the process with the copies stored at the Ministry, until your rightful guardian was able to provide us with a certified copy he held as the executor of them.” Serpent Tooth said solemnly.

“Well when can they be read?” Hermione asked. “Their wishes need to be fulfilled.”

“We hope to be able to have the will reading on August first.” Tearing Claw soothed. “We will handle Lord Potter’s ascendance after the Will reading. However during the ensuing time, we can move to reclaim all outstanding objects and properties from anyone not directly given them by a Potter will.”

As he finished speaking, Harry’s scroll snapped open, signaling the completion of his family. By some unstated agreement, he did not even reach for it until all the scrolls were ready. The three men all exchanged looks, before turning as one to peer at Hermione. “So I guess that means I’m going first.” She said testily. “Oh my. That is. Is this correct? I mean of course it is correct. The Goblin method of lineage determination is accepted by every magical and Muggle government worldwide. It’s as definitive as a Muggle DNA test for establishing paternity. But still. Oh my.”

***Desperate Housewife***

Molly Weasley was actually in the midst of brewing when she felt a tickle on the Burrow’s wards. She completed the stirring for this segment of her potion; set a timer to let her know when the required simmer time had elapsed, and headed to the front door to answer the knock. Molly wondered who it could be. Her children were all accounted for. Opening the door to see a tall black wizard in Auror robes, she immediately threw a glance towards the kitchen. She shook off her paranoia as she realized that they could simply be there to inform her that something had happened to – “Oh Merlin, is Arthur hurt?”

“Molly Prewitt Weasley?” Kingsley asked, procedure dictates that you always verify the identity of your subject.

“Yes, yes. I’ve got something on the stove. Let me clean it up and I’ll come with you to St. Mungo’s. He is going to be alright?” Molly said busily. She was shocked when a young lady came from her kitchen. Molly quickly recognized the girl as one who had visited with Bill once or twice when they were in school; Nymphadora or something else pretentious like all those swotty Blacks. Why that child always had such strange colored hair was never answered to Molly’s satisfaction.

“He’ll be fine Mrs. W. Nothing a week or two of detox won’t set right.” Without taking her eyes off the red haired matron, Tonks addressed her superior. “Tons of evidence in the kitchen, sir; seems we caught her on brewing day.”

Shacklebolt turned to Dawlish. “Go get pictures. Bag any definitive ingredients. Let’s wrap this up nice and tight. Make this all as easy as possible on her kids.”

Molly was not a quiet woman. She was in fact a very loud one. But when she saw the opportunity to escape this situation, she slid her hand into her apron pocket as silent as the dead. She fired off a nonverbal reducto. Unfortunately for Molly, Shack was in the process of turning. The spell ripped though his robes and hit Proudfoot in the side. Before Molly’s spell even impacted the dark haired Auror, Tonks had hit her with a stunner. Nanoseconds later Shack’s petrification spell hit her as did Tonks second spell, an incarcerous deletricus. Finally Shacklebolt summoned her wand.

Snapping out orders, Shackelbolt knelt next to his downed Auror. Finding Proudfoot conscious, the large black wizard created a portkey that would take the injured man to the Auror Emergency Portkey Area of St. Mungo’s. By this time Dawlish had collected copious amounts of love or compulsion potion specific evidence, including pictures, capture vials, and Molly’s potion journal. With the amount of incontrovertible evidence they collected, the aurors were all certain that Molly and her co-conspirator were going away for a very long time.

***Slippery Snake in Gryffindor Clothing***

Amelia Bones along with Scrimgeour, Jones, Williamson, and Puckett used the extremely underutilized Head Auror Floo Override. This allowed them to floo directly into the Headmaster’s office without having to announce their visit, and risk Dumbledore locking down the school’s floo network. “Good evening Headmaster.”

“Madame Bones, I do not believe that I was expecting you.” Dumbledore began cordially. “Did we have an appointment?”

“This is not a social visit, Dumbledore.” Amelia Began. She was warily watching Albus. So she was a bit surprised to note that he seemed completely unperturbed.

“Amelia, I’ve stated several times that Severus Snape is a good man.”

She cut him off. “I can actually agree with you on that finally. However we are not here to discuss anything with Potion Master Snape. We are here to speak with you.” Amelia made sure that her mental shields were in place. She noticed that Williamson’s and Puckett’s eyes were slightly downcast. Smart. If your shields are only passable better to avoid eye contact and maintain your shields as best you can. “If you could please get Professor McGonagall up here to take the helm; we need to speak to you concerning Arthur Weasley. Unfortunately it could take much of the evening.” She said maintaining a courteousness she really didn’t feel.

Albus was in a quandary. After the changes and subtle unraveling of many of his manipulations wrought by Sirius Black, he could little afford to lose any more influence at the Ministry right now. In fact the censure he faced for the false imprisonment of Black meant he needed to make an ally of Amelia Bones if at all possible. However he was extremely concerned, the only reason they might need to question him about Arthur was if someone had discovered…but no Molly kept him under too much control for him to even be able to be tested.

“Very well, Amelia, allow me to summon Minerva.” Albus sent Fawkes off with a missive, and the Phoenix returned with the transfiguration professor. “It would seem, Minerva, that Madame Bones needs me to accompany her back to the Ministry. I will need you to assume the Headship until my return.”

McGonagall nodded. She was shocked. Dumbledore never turned over the reins of the school when he left. Then she realized that Amelia must have backed him into a corner. At no point was the school to be without a present head. But Dumbledore usually ignored that edict. However with Amelia present, he had no choice. “That’s fine Albus.” She said quickly. “Amelia, it’s been far too long. You and I should have tea soon.” McGonagall said with a smile, hoping the DMLE Head would understand.

Amelia gave McGonagall a smile. The two women were well acquainted but certainly not tea having friends. Which meant McGonagall must have had information for her. “I have some time tomorrow. We’ll catch up” Madame Bones returned with a smile.

The Aurors adjourned with an unprotesting Albus Dumbledore. McGonagall wasted no time in entering a conversation with the one former Headmaster who would be of the most help in finding out about the machinations of the current Head. Phineas Nigellus Black was a Slytherin who never hid the fact that he held his blood ties far more important than any oaths he may have given to any one or thing else.

***Interrogation 101***

Due to the additional charge of resisting arrest and assaulting an Auror, Molly could now be administered veritaserum before being questioned. Had she come in without incident, the potions charges did not allow for the more aggressive interrogation tactics. Soon after arriving at in the Aurors offices, Molly was shown into one of the three chambers set aside for interrogating subjects. Within the chamber there were chairs for three and a small table with a parchment scroll and truth assured dictaquill. She was soon seated and given the truth agent.

“For the Record, What is your name?” Kingsley said to begin the interrogation.

The Mother of seven spoke in the far away monotone indicative of veritaserum dosing. “Molly Prewitt Weasley.”

“Have you brewed illegal potions?”

“Yes.” Molly said calmly.

She went on to admit that she had begun dosing Arthur Weasley near the beginning of their fifth year at Hogwarts. She’d decided that she wanted him to be her husband on the train first year, but when she heard that he was trying to get up the courage to ask Amelia Bones for a date, she’d begun brewing and administering the potions in order to keep what she felt was hers. Over the years she had tried several times to wean him off the potion but she would see evidence that he was thinking for himself and usurping her authority in the household. If she wanted to continue to have her way in everything, Arthur would need to stay under the influence of the potions.

She began the compulsion and loyalty potions when she discovered that Arthur and Amelia were together in Auror training. Eventually when her body stopped bouncing completely back after her sixth child she added the unattractiveness potion to ensure that he was unable to stray even if he managed to overcome the other potions.

“Your potions are also keyed to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, correct?”

“Yes, all except the love potion.”

Molly then explained that after the deaths of her brothers and the birth of Charlie, Arthur wanted to pull back the family’s support of the Order of the Phoenix and move to America or somewhere safer. “Dumbledore felt that the loss of one of the major light sided families would undermine the confidence of the average wizard and witch, since he knew all about the potions I’d used at Hogwarts; I couldn’t say no. Once a month Fawkes shows up with enough hairs to establish the key for the potions.”

“Dumbledore knew you were brewing and administering illegal potions as far back as 1964?”

“Yes. As I understand it, he uses the portraits and ghosts of Hogwarts to garner information on the activities of the students. Should he receive information that he can utilize, he will use it to manipulate people into doing what he feels is for the Greater Good.” Molly theorized.

Shacklebolt and Tonks exchanged looks. They both wished that this incriminating statement could be useful, but both knew that unless Dumbledore somehow incriminated himself, Molly’s understandings and theories were not admissible in the Wizengamot. “You are also being charged with assaulting one of the arresting Aurors, and resisting arrest. Are you guilty of these charges?”

“Yes, of course, I do not want to go to Azkaban, nor do I want to lose my family. My husband.” Molly stated.

“If you’ve had to keep him potioned up for thirty years, was he ever really yours?” Tonks said searchingly. The Metamorphmangus really wanted to know how mental Molly was.

“No he was never mine. I’ve often wondered if he didn’t have a soul mate out there somewhere. Otherwise why would he constantly be fighting the potions?” Molly said with an honesty she had never before enjoyed even with herself.

***Interrogations 640***

Amelia Bones and Hestia Jones entered the interrogation chamber where Albus Dumbledore sat waiting. This room was almost identical to the room nearby where Molly Weasley had been questioned, including the scroll and dictaquill. They had left him in here for two reasons, one they need to read the transcripts of the Weasley interrogation. “Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you for agreeing to answer some questions for us this evening.”

“No bother.” He answered cordially. “Anything to help the DMLE.”

“Very well. For the record, please state your name and occupation.”

“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Supreme Warlock of the International Confederation for Wizards.” He said concisely. Dumbledore planned to say as little as possible until he understood exactly why he was here.

“What is your relationship with Molly Prewitt Weasley?”

“She is the mother of several of my students, and a former student herself.” Dumbledore answered leaving out the most significant relationships.

“I see. So you would be surprised to know that she is in the interrogation chamber next door and has admitted to being a former member of your Order of the Phoenix?”

“She was a member, but that is not a current relationship.” Dumbledore rejoined smoothly.

“I see. Very well. Mrs. Weasley has been giving her husband proscribed potions for a very long time now, what can you tell us about that?”

“It was my understanding that Arthur and Molly Weasley’s marriage was a love match. I chastised Molly for brewing illicit potions during her time at Hogwarts, but I firmly believed that I caught her before she administered them to anyone. She received punishment and that was that. It was an internal Hogwarts matter.” Dumbledore stated calmly.

“First of all Headmaster, at no point in the history of the wizarding world has the brewing of love, loyalty and compulsion potions ever been and ‘internal Hogwarts matter’ that has been a law enforcement issue since The Founding.” Amelia said tersely. “So you knew she was brewing proscribed potions as far back as 1964?”

“I believe that was the year, yes.” Dumbledore said calmly. Not realizing that he had unintentionally admitted complicity.

“Several of Molly’s Potions had a secondary key. Do you happen to know how you came to be that secondary key?”

“Of course not.” Dumbledore answered, righteous indignation covering the lie in his tone.

“Really. So you have no clue how she managed to get enough of your essence to establish and maintain a secondary key for over 20 years?”

“Twenty years. Oh My.” Dumbledore said in lue of an answer.

“Yes. Every month for the last twenty years. Delivered by your phoenix.”

“Very well she asked me for some of my hair each month for an experimental potion she wanted to try.” Dumbledore said kindly. “I never considered she would be using it for anything untoward.”

“I see. Laying aside the obvious question of why you would give a witch any part of you without knowing exactly what it was being used for; is Molly a Potion’s Mistress?”

“Not a formal one. However she did excel at Potions at Hogwarts. So I assumed she was simply trying to reach master level on her own.”

“I see. Why would you, a wizard of your status, and alchemist in your own right, allow another magic user to have a continual supply of your essence?” as Amelia asked this Tonks entered handing her another report from St. Mungo’s this report pertained to the examination of the Dursley family.

“I believed that she would use them for the Greater Good.” Dumbledore replied.

“Hmmm. Who decides what the Greater Good is?” Hestia asked speaking for the first time. She saw that Amelia needed a moment to read the printout.

“Apparently our Soon to be Former Chief Warlock.” Amelia growled. “Mr. Dumbledore, you are hereby being charged with Poisoning Petunia Evans Dursley, and Dudley Bracken Dursley. You are charged with Suppressing the Magic of a magical minor, as well as conspiracy to brew and administer illicit potions.” Amelia once again used her silvery wolverine to deliver a message, this time calling for veritaserum. The charges of simply potioning a person are not enough to give cause for the use of the truth serum, but the suppression of the magics of a minor certainly did.

***Legacy***

“It would seem that I’ve found your Aunt Jillian, Remus. She goes by Julia now, you know…she’s my Grandmum Granger; my father’s mother.” Hermione said hesitantly.

“Oh my.” Remus breathed. “That’s wonderful.” He said with a large smile.

“That is superb news Lady Potter. Have you found any other magical relations?” Tearing Claw asked.

“Just two.” Hermione said in an overwrought voice. “It says here that through my mother I am the last of the Ancient and Noble House of Malloren. But I suppose I cannot claim the headship of that House since I am female. Oh my. God Save the Queen. It says I’m a direct Heir of Slytherin.” She said before shoving the paper across the table towards Serpent Tooth. “How is that possible…Riddle was the Heir of Slytherin, by all rights Harry may have won the title by right of conquest…but not me I’m a muggle born.”

“It would seem that the moment you were born with magic, your claim to the House Slytherin superseded that of any descendants of the Gaunts. The Gaunts were descendants of Salazar’s youngest daughter Selyne. You are a direct descendant of his first born son and heir Seyton. Had your mother’s father been magical, Tom Riddle would never have been able to access the Slytherin Heritage. As for the possible gender constraints, neither line holds any. The only restriction place upon inheritance of the lines is that you must be magical.” Serpent Tooth explained. “Therefore, I believe that you would now best be addressed as Lady Potter; Duchess of Slytherin, Marquesse of Rothgar, Baroness of Lupin.”

“Whoa Hermione, you have more titles than me.” Harry teased.

“Actually Harry, since you are married, you each hold all five of the noble titles.” Remus explained. “And as a couple you control six seats within the Wizengamot. Added to that the fact that you are currently the heir apparent of the Black line, well let’s just say you have a very large amount of political power.”

“Hells Bells.” Harry muttered.

***Naughty, Naughty Headmaster***

Amelia disarmed Dumbledore making sure to summon any other wands. Using a special auror’s summoning spell, she was surprised when she caught two other wands. She left the old man stunned and bound to his chair. Usually such precautions would be unnecessary, but the fact that Dumbledore had a phoenix at his beck and call made him an extreme flight risk. “Before I get into the charges that have been brought against Dumbledore, Auror Tonks, can you tell us the difference between Alchemy and Normal Potions?”

“Umm, sorry ma’am. I had Snape and I wasn’t a Slytherin. I barely made the Potions requirement for Auror training.” The young Auror answered truthfully.

Hestia sighed, she’s heard horror stories about Snape’s teaching methods for the last several years, but it still ticked her off how much damage the man was doing. “Perhaps the biggest difference is the length of time that the concoctions last. Alchemy creates ‘poisons’ they last very long, often until the victim is given an antidote. There are a few true poisons that are created using potions ingredients, but most often they are simply deadly potions. ‘Poisons’ are a one dose lasts forever thing, while ‘potions’ take many doses to maintain the desired effect.”

“Thank you, Jones. Potions can be metabolized fully by the human body, where as Poisons become part of the body and are constantly recreated within the body.” Amelia summarized. “Any of you who eat chocolate frogs probably realize that Dumbledore is in renowned alchemist. Healer Floyd examined Petunia Evans Dursley, as well as her son and husband. Mrs. Dursley was given a poison designed to create antipathy towards her nephew, Harry Potter. Dudley was given that poison, as well as one designed to increase his aggression towards his cousin. Given the age he was when the poison was introduced, it’s no wonder that by all accounts, he was overly aggressive to everyone. Dudley was also given a magic suppression poison. That boy should have been on the rolls for Hogwarts.”

Shack had a thought. “What about the husband, the uncle? Was he poisoned as well?”

“No. he is fully responsible for his actions. They checked for the presence of poisons, potions, and charms. There were no magic causes found for his abuse.” Amelia growled. “It looks like Dumbledore poisoned Mrs. Dursley, soon after dropping Harry off on their doorstep. Dudley wasn’t dosed until he manifested his magic. Both Mrs. Dursley and Dudley are currently in St. Mungo’s until they can be fully treated.”

“Madame Bones, I think it might be prudent for you and Scrimgeour to go take a look at the Libri de Diligo Plurimus Verus, Mrs. W. said that Arthur kept fighting his way out of the potion whenever she would decrease the dose. He should have only been able to come out of the effects when the potion was fully gone from his system.” Tonks said cautiously. “If he’s there, and Molly was actually his soul mate, both names will be there. If he’s there but the female’s name is still hidden…”

“Then we can tack on a charge subjugating a soul bond. Good point Tonks. Scrimgeour, you’re with me. Shack, you sit on Dumbledore. I don’t want him conscious until we are ready to question him. If he gets out of here, and goes anywhere but a holding cell, I’m firing everyone.” Amelia threatened as she and her partner headed to the Department of Mysteries.

Rufus Scrimgeour was not a sensitive man. But he had heart enough to take care of his partner of the last fifteen years. “Dawlish, that firewhiskey in your desk drawer, bring her as glass,” he growled at the junior Auror as he led Amelia to a chair. “Tonks, go add that charge to the list for both that bastard Dumbledore and Prewitt. If you can think of any other related charges that will stick add those too. I want to hit that selfish bitch with everything we can. Jones, can you sit here with Bones; I’ve got to question a man about some poisons.”

Amelia threw back the fiery drink that Dawlish had brought back. “No, Ru. I’m coming. I’ll deal with the thought of having a soul mate later, I want to know everything that bastard has done in the name of his infernal Greater Good.”

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incarcerous deletricus—Special version of the incarcerous that can only be removed with another specialty spell, not a simple finite.
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