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Walking In His Shoes	By : HPRndRobin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Walking in His Shoes

Chapter 9

By Deirdre Riordan

�Severus Snape you are hereby under arrest for the use of an unforgivable curse. You will be taken to Azkaban prison where you will await trail. Hand me your wand, Snape.�

Harry was gobsmacked. He froze for a moment, gaping like a fish. Then he remembered himself and turned his best Snape glare on the Auror. "Now just one bloody second," he spat. "I'd like to know what law allows arrests for capital crimes to be made on circumstantial evidence."

The Auror gave him a predatory smile. "The same law that provides for the prosecution of Death Eaters," he said pointedly.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Then why don't you go find some Death Eaters to prosecute instead of wasting time with someone who was cleared of all charges years ago?"

The Auror blanched, but recovered quickly. "Well, evidence won't be a problem, if that's your concern. I only have to make a short call to the Ministry to authorize the administration of Veritaserum on you and Mr. Potter."

Harry laughed mirthlessly, but he was internally quaking in his boots. "Why don't you do that? Then we'll have the truth and you can stop wasting our time." He was taking a huge gamble. Maybe he could fight Veritaserum; he didn't know, but he had to buy some time in hopes that Kingsley or Dumbledore would show up and put a stop to all this. He didn't know how they could, since this man clearly couldn't be reasoned with.

"Professor Snape," said Severus. "Didn't you tell me that you made the Ministry's current supply of Veritaserum yourself when their Potions Master was off sick?"

Harry had never seen such a calculating look on his own face. He felt it rather became him. He wracked his brains for all the Potions knowledge he could muster... well, of course Severus' own Veritaserum wouldn't work on him! Wouldn't work on his body, or wouldn't work on his mind? Bugger. Both, he hoped. He decided to take another calculated risk. "Of course, Mr. Potter. How kind of you to remind me. Therefore, any Veritaserum the Ministry has access too is utterly useless, as I'm immune to it, and Mr. Potter here is allergic to it." He looked to Severus for a little help.

"The wormwood makes me break out in hives," Severus offered.

The Auror sighed, looking disgustedly at both of them. "Well, we'll just have to make some more, then, won't we?"

"It takes three days to brew," Harry said. "And it takes even longer without the wormwood to bind it. I'm the only one who can make the accelerated version. Until then, you have nothing to hold me on." Harry thanked his lucky stars that he'd been listening the day Snape had mentioned that in class.

Harry stepped deliberately past the fuming Auror and toward the door. "Are you coming, Mr. Potter? Surely you have some homework to do?"

Severus stood from his chair, unhindered by the other two Aurors, who were looking helplessly at their colleague.

The door to the staff room banged open just then, nearly hitting Harry in the face. Through it burst a very disheveled and bloody Percy Weasley with a madly twinkling Dumbledore on his heels.

"Harry!" Percy exclaimed. "It wasn't me-- I mean, it wasn't Ron-- I mean, I'm Ron! It was Percy!"

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "It seems that Mr. Weasley-- Ronald here, that is, was the victim of a Switching Spell."

Harry put two and two together and made a move to go over to him, but once again remembered himself and motioned Severus over with a subtle jerk of his head.
"Ron? You're in there?" Severus asked.

Percy or Ron or whoever he was nodded tearfully. "Harry, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault! When I thought you weren't you, I told Percy about it, and he told me to come meet him, so I snuck out to Hogsmeade and the next thing I knew, I was in his body and I fell down and the next thing I remembs was waking up in the cellar of Honeydukes! Is it true? Percy's dead?"

"Yes, Ron, he's dead. They... found him... well; I don't know where they found him. I imagine the Death Eaters punished him after he failed to kill me," Severus said with a pointed look at the Aurors. "Oh, Ron, I'm so glad it wasn't you!" Severus was more than a little uncomfortable with this emotional gushing, but it had to be done. "But Professor," he said, looking to Albus, "how did Percy's Mark wind up on Ron's body?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "The best I can figure, my boy, is that the Switching Spell was a much darker version of what you learn about in Transfiguration, and somehow transferred the Mark along with the rest of Percy's essence. Or perhaps there was a second spell used. It's difficult to say without further investigation, as Ronald seems to have been Obliviated."

A look of horror overtook Ron. "I'm stuck in this body, aren't I? I have to be Percy for the rest of my life, don't I?"

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder. "Now, now. I'm sure we can find a solution to that soon enough. What's important now," he said, turning coolly to the Aurors, "is that we now have the truth, and no crime has been committed by anyone in this room. So if the three of you would kindly remove yourself from my school..."

"Now just one damn minute!" exclaimed the Auror who had been interrogating Harry and Severus. "It's all well and good that Potter's friend is safe, but it doesn't change the fact that whatever Weasley it was met his death by an Unforgivable curse!"

"Ah, yes, that," Dumbledore said, producing a scroll. "I have here the autopsy report, which states that the time of death was around seven this morning, a time at which I happen to know that Mr. Potter and Professor Snape were both quite blamelessly in their beds."

Harry and Severus looked at the Headmaster, and then at each other. Harry decided not to bother wondering how Dumbledore had done it, as he was sure he'd never know. The two Aurors that had been standing guard ushered their colleague out of the staff room, properly contrite and muttering apologies to Dumbledore on their way out.

Once the four of them were safely alone, Harry looked over to Dumbledore. "That Auror," he said. "I felt the Mark on him too."
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