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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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Snape's in a lot of trouble with the Muggle police, it's going to take a lot of fancy magic to clean things up. A special thanks to Herroyalgoddess for helping me "British" up this chapter. Without her help it would probably sound like a bad episode of "Cops".

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"He was robbed at gun point?" Hermione exclaimed, clearly shocked. "Then why is he under arrest?" Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked around. "Where's Ron? I thought you said he was here."

"I sent him to the Muggle Hospital."

"Hospital?"

"The bartender is in a coma and he broke the woman's arm, Hermione." Harry shook his head in exasperation.

"But how? He doesn't have a wand and his magic's been suspended."

"Apparently Snape doesn't need magic to be dangerous." Harry frowned as his mobile rang loudly. "Hang on a second. Potter. Uh huh, uh huh. She's here now. I haven't had a chance to go over the plan with her yet. Uh huh." He paused, listening. "No, I'm not calling him in until I see what we're dealing with. Uh huh. Well just sit tight and I'll let you know as soon as I know." He pressed a button and returned the phone to his pocket. "That was Ron. The bartender is in really bad shape, the Muggles don't think he's going to make it, but our healer thinks she can set him back to normal. We're not even worried about the prostitute, a broken arm's nothing. Even Ron can fix that. So here's what we're going to do..."

The Sergeant glared down at them. "Help you?" He barked.

"Yes. I'm Harry Potter." He handed over a business card. "I believe you are holding my client here, Severus Snape?"

"Who's she." He jerked his head at Hermione.

"This is Dr. Granger, Mr. Snape's psychiatrist."

"Wait here." He grunted. A few seconds later they heard a buzzing sound and a door opened. "Follow me." He led them down a small hallway. Glancing around, both Harry and Hermione noted that most of the offices and rooms were dark and quiet. The constable opened a door and ushered them into a small, windowless room. "Have a seat." He pointed to the table in the center of the room. He closed the door, leaving them alone. Harry placed a finger to his lips and pointed to a small camera in the corner. After a few moments the door opened and two men walked in, one wearing a suit, the other a uniform.

"Hello." He said, holding out a hand to them. "I am Detective Inspector Jamison and this is the Police Constable Cafferty. Hermione noted the large bruise on the side of the PC's face. "Why don't you have a seat."

"It's quiet here." Harry said conversationally, pulling out a chair and laying his briefcase on the table. "Where is everyone?"

"All out on patrol. There was a Derby Cup match today. We like to create a strong presence to discourage any violence." The inspector said, taking the seat across from Harry. He opened a file and scanned the documents, Harry glanced sideways at Hermione and gave her a knowing nod. "Now before we bring in your client, I'd like to run over the charges with you."

"Of course." Harry opened his briefcase and pulled out a legal pad and pen.

"You're Mr. Snape's psychiatrist" The Inspector glanced up at Hermione. She nodded her head in affirmation. "What is he being treated for, if I may ask?"

"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." She answered softly.

"Hmmm." He grunted, making a note to the file. "Is he military?"

Hermione glanced nervously at Harry before nodding her head, 'Yes."

"Well that explains a few thing." The man muttered, almost to himself. "Your client is being charged with aggravated assault, resisting arrest and assaulting 3 constables. Should Mr. Toliver die, he will charged with involuntary manslaughter.

"May I see my client now?" Harry said, writing something on the legal pad. "And I'd also like to see the other two police constables involved, if they are available."

The Inspector and the PC stared at one another in silent conversation, nodding, the uniformed man stood and left the room. A moment later he led a handcuffed Snape, followed by two other PC's into the cramped room. Snape raised a silent eyebrow at the sight of Harry and Hermione.

Hermione's eyes quickly assessed Snape's injuries, both hands were cut and bleeding, the swelling on his right hand suggested it was broken. His lip was bleeding and his right eye swollen and puffy. The PC pushed him roughly into the empty chair next to Harry. Her eyes widened as she glanced at the other PC's injuries. One man's eye was swollen almost closed and his lip was bleeding, while the other held a cloth to an obviously broken nose. 'Three on one and he did that much damage? Bloody hell.' She thought.

"Has bail been set?" Harry asked, his left hand was resting on the table, his right hand out of sight, under the table. When he glanced over at Hermione, he saw that her wand hand was also hidden from the Muggles view.

"I've entered his information into the court's docket. He'll see the judge tomorrow morning at 9:00." He glanced down to consult his notes. "These are some very serious cha..."

"Stupify." Harry and Hermione shouted, standing and pointing their wands at the four men; the two sitting collapsed, heads on the table, while the other two fell to the floor with a thud.

"It's about fucking time you got here." Snape growled. "Get these fucking handcuffs off me, I think my hand is broken."

Harry glared at him and grabbed the file folder off the table, flipping through it quickly, he placed it in his briefcase and shut the lid.

Hermione pulled the keys from the Inspector's coat pocket. "Here you are." She said, gently unlocking the metal bracelets. "Who are you calling." She glanced over at Harry who was on his mobile.

"Computer hacker." He said sharply. "We need you now, my coordinates, two feet to the left, be precise, it's a small space."

Hermione squealed and jumped back, bumping into Snape at the loud crack of apparition. She stared in confusion at the young man now standing in the corner of the small room. "Who's he?" She turned to Harry.

"Where is it?" The skinny young man asked, ignoring Hermione and pushing his glasses back up on his nose. His accent was American and he didn't look like he was more then fifteen years old.

"It's in the front, there should only be one constable you'll need to handle. Stun him and I'll deal with him later. Erase everything, don't forget the camera." Harry said, pulling open the door for him. "I'll take care of these gentleman and then join you in a few minutes.

The young man nodded curtly and left the room.

"Who was that?" Hermione asked again.

"American Muggleborn. His name is Tommy and he's a computer genius. We recruited him last year to work for the Auror office. He'll be able to wipe out any trace of Snape's existence in the Muggle's computers. Now you and Snape need to get out of here. Walk home. It isn't far from here, you should..."

"I know where I am Potter." Snape spit, glaring at his former student.

"Good." Harry glared back at him. "Then you should be able to stay out of trouble between here and home. Now get out of here so I can clean up your mess. We'll be heading to Hospital next. Hermione," his tone softened when he looked at his friend. "the Ministry will contact you tomorrow."

"Thanks Harry." She said softly. Turning to grab Snape's arm, he moved away from her grasp and out into the hall. As they walked through the lobby, she saw the Sergeant collapsed across the desk and Tommy tapping furiously at the computer. "Come on." She whispered, pushing open the large front doors.

"What the hell happened, Severus?" She asked, turning to look up at him as they walked along the darkened street.

"They attacked me. I defended myself." He was holding his right hand cradled against his body.

"You broke the woman's arm."

"That was an accident." He shook his head sadly. "After I lamped that bastard, he dropped the gun. She picked it up and pointed at me. I wasn't about to let her shoot my bullocks off. I had to get it away from her. She shouldn't have fought me."

"And the Police Constable's?"

He shrugged his shoulders and stared off down the darkened street.

"The bartender's in a coma. He may die." She stared up at him, waiting for a response. Severus," She stopped walking, "did you hear me?"

"Yes. I heard you, Hermione." He spat out her name. "He may die. Do you honestly think he's the first person I've killed?"

"I..." She started to speak and then fell silent, her shock clearly written on her face. "I guess I didn't think about it."

"Of course you didn't." The dark man snorted in disgust, turning and walking away, his long legs carrying him quickly down the street. The small Witch had to run to catch up with him, nearly running into his back when he stopped abruptly. "We're here." He said softly.

She gazed up and down at the shabby exterior, before moving to climb the stairs. His voice stopped her. "Just where do you think you're going?"

"Inside." She rolled her eyes at the look on his face. "Do you want me to heal your hand or not?"

"Unless you're planning on manually resetting the bones and putting a cast on me, you'll have to do that out here. Magic ban?" He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"On the whole house? I thought it was just on you. Well, come here." She pulled out her wand and took his hand gently in hers. "This might pinch a bit."

"Fuck, fuck fuckitty, bloody fuck." He roared as the bones in his hand snapped back into place.

"Oh do stop being such a baby." She said, standing on tiptoes and vanishing the bruise around his eye. "I told you it would hurt. There all better. I'll just be off now."

"You're not going to come in and check my house for liquor?"

"You're a grown man Severus." She sighed sadly. "And there's a Bargain Booze on every corner. I can't keep you from drinking, only you can do that. See you next appointment." She waved her hand briefly and turned on her heel, vanishing with a loud crack.
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