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  Amelia and Harry finally meet properly~

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  “… You Harry Potter in for questioning.”

  His options are both limited and not. He could have promised t her Peter Pettigrew, but that would mess up his pns for dealing with Voldemort at the end of the year instead. He might as well turn in Barty Crouch Jr. while he was at it, if that was the way he decided to go. But no… not yet. It wasn’t time just yet.

  Likewise, he also could have brought her Sirius Bck. But while Harry was fident in his abilities to secure Sirius’ safety even if the wanted fugitive turned himself over to the Ministry, there was always the ce of things going haywire. Fudge, or someone in his camp, would almost certainly try to have Sirius killed the moment that they found out that Amelia had him in her custody. And while Harry could most definitely stop su attempt, eve would make things all the more plicated.

  Which left… himself. With Peter and Sirius out, it was just Harry Potter that was avaible for blowing the lid off this entire spiracy. After all, it wasn’t as though he could t on Snape or Lupin to do it instead. Lupin ersonally reliable but also a werewolf. Snape, meanwhile, was the man who’d lied to Fudge about what happe year in the first pce, all in an attempt to get Sirius killed.

  No… Harry was the best option. Though Amelia doesn’t think so at first. The Director of the DMLE’s eyes widen at the name drop and she frowns in sternation.

  “The Boy-Who-Lived? But he was only a babe when the crimes that Bck was accused of took po… wait, you’re talking about st year, aren’t you?”

  There’s the clever witch that Harry is enjoyiing to know. His smile hidden behind the shadows c his visage, Harry dips his head.

  “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. When the Minister usurped what should have been an Auror Iigation, sending soul-sug jailers who’d already failed in their one job to a school filled with children, rather than the magical police trained for such things.”

  From the angry scowl that spreads across Amelia’s face, it’s clear that she agrees with him wholeheartedly. Her teeth grind together and her knuckles go white from how tightly ched her fist bees in remembra takes her a moment to calm down, but finally she begins to nod.

  “You’re saying that Harry Potter knows something? Why didn’t he say anything st year then?”

  “Because elius Fudge didn’t want to hear school children tell him that he had been wrong and his heavy-handed as with the Dementors were pletely and utterly pointless. So instead he listeo the lies of Severus She Hogwarts Potions Master… and long time nemesis of Sirius Bck.”

  Amelia’s lips thin out at that and for a moment she almost looks to be reminisg. Harry realizes then that her years at Hogwarts probably had some overp with the Marauders and Severus Snape. She likely IS reminisg and quite literally remembering the acrimonious retionship that Snape had with Sirius and James and the others.

  Finally, she grimaces as something else occurs to her.

  “Will he even talk to me? Due to his age, I’m not allowed to question him without the sent of him or his magical guardian… and I don’t even know who the tter is.”

  At this point in time, Harry’s magical guardian is almost certainly Dumbledore. Not that the old man had ever bothered to tell HIM that. But regardless, it’s nothing to worry about because as Amelia said, they don’t need Dumbledore to sign off on a questioning if Harry himself signs off on it.

  “sider the situation for a moment, Madam Bones. In what world would a young orphaned wizard not hope to either clear his godfather’s name… or help catch the killer of his parents? He’ll sent. All you have to do is reach out.”

  She hesitates for only a moment more before nodding finally.

  “Alright. I will. Thank you for your assistance.”

  Smirking from behind the shadowy veil, Harry nods his head iurn.

  “Anytime, Madam Bones. Anytime.”

  Curiously, she almost seems to shiver a little bit at that. Harry’s not sure why, but he also doesn’t stick around much loo iigate. After all, the DMLE’s Director looks ready to act upon his suggestiht then and there… and that means he’s needed back at Hogwarts as Harry Potter in order to be avaible when she es calling.

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  “Mister Potter, you do not know me, but I’m Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enfort. Essentially, I’m in charge of the Wizarding World’s Aurors.”

  The meeting had happened quite quickly. That very day, in fact. Amelia had shown up at Hogwarts with a group of Aurors in tht at the start of dinner and wasted no time in asking Harry if he would answer some questions. She’d done so in front of everyone in the Great Hall, which had in turo Dumbledore trying to intervene… but before he could, Harry had given his sent right there on the spot.

  This had then led into Dumbledore trying to i Magall as Harry’s Head of House into the questioning, but Amelia had pushed ba that. Unless Harry asked for it, she said it wasn’t necessary and when they’d asked Harry what he thought, he’d said he didn’t feel like he was unsafe or anything. The Headmaster was so relut to admit that he was Harry’s magical guardian that he found himself pletely forced out of the ensuing versation. Just as Harry had pnned.

  Smiling softly, Harry gives Amelia a nod to show he uands.

  “A pleasure to meet you, Director Bones.”

  She returns the smile with one of her own.

  “And you as well, Mister Potter. I won’t try to cim that you and you alone saved the Wizarding World at the age of one… but know that your parents’ sacrifid the defeat of Voldemort saved tless lives.”

  Harry hums for a moment before fshing a quick grin.

  “I’m surprised you’re willing to say the name, Direany refuse to call him anything but by his hypheitles.”

  Straightening up, Amelia rolls her shoulders.

  “That is… irely their fault. Their insistenes from a pce of ignorahat has never been corrected. Back during the height of the war, the Dark Lord Voldemort put a magical curse called a Taboo on his name. Anyone heard to utter the name Voldemort risked not just their arroga also their locatioing back to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.”

  The older witch grimaces here, gng off to the side for a moment.

  “… We lost a great many brave wizards and witches to the Taboo before we realized what had happened. At which point, it quickly became easier to just call him You-Know-Who. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was a bit more of a mouthful in my opinion, but I suppose it got the point across to those aware of the Taboo. Naming him was quite literally a death senten those days.”

  “But not anymore.”

  Harry’s interje causes Amelia to jolt free of her remembrance, causio look at him with a twinkle in her eye and a crooked smile on her lips.

  “No, Mister Potter… not anymore. The Taboo was broken with Voldemort’s death. We say his name as much as we like. As, the terror of those dark years is hard baked into the majority of the Magical World’s mind. Many still don’t know the Taboo was ever even a thing… only that so much as a mention of the Dark Lord’s name brought sorrow and despair down upon you.”

  Nodding slowly, Harry stays quiet this time around, merely raising an eyebrow at Amelia. It takes a moment but the Director finally flushes, realizing they’ve gotten rather off track.

  “Ahem, my apologies. Let us get to the crux of this matter, Mister Potter. I am here to question you about Sirius Bd Peter Pettigrew and what you might know about the circumstances surrounding their altercation.”

  Harry doesn’t hesitate. What would be the point, really?

  “Sirius is i. Peter was my parents’ secret keeper and the one who betrayed them to Voldemort.”

  Amelia’s eyes widen at the casual fideh which Harry delivers this bombshell. To be fair, she’d likely already been leaning towards believing Sirius Bck’s innoce. Or at least believing there was a spiracy at the Ministry. Still, it’s obvious Harry has caught her off guard.

  “You know this for a fact? Do you mind expining how you know this? Did you speak with Sirius st year? Did he tell you all of this?”

  Harry scoffs.

  “I spoke with both of them, Director Bones. Sirius Bck, my i godfather… aer Pettigrew, the Rat-Who-Lived. It eter who admitted it all to me. How he betrayed my parents to Voldemort. How he set Sirius up and exploded that street, killing all those muggles and cutting off his own fingers in order to fake his death.”

  Leaning ba her chair, Amelia looks… flummoxed. But she’s a smart woman. She’s quick to ect the dots.

  “… He escaped, didn’t he? And then Bck escaped as well.”

  There’s a note of frustration in her voice. She’s seeing the well of informati up right before her eyes. Humming again, Harry nods… and then flicks his wand out of its holster and presses the tip to his forehead before the DMLE Director do more than jolt in surprise.

  “Perhaps you would like my memories of the entire night iion, Director. Though in turn, I would have to ask for immunity from all crimes within… for both me and my friend Hermione Granger.”

  He’s already pulling out the strand of silver representing his memories of that night, even as Amelia’s eyes widen and then narrow in quick succession. She hastily pulls out a small vial from within her robes, something he knew she’d have on him. Still…

  “Crimes?”

  Smiling slightly, Harry bobs his head even as the silvery strand disects from his forehead. He doesn’t actually wait for her response… he puts the memories in the vial before they dissipate and be lost.

  “Everything we did, I swear was in pursuit of justice. True Justiot just what the Minister of Magic believed justice to be. I like to think you would uand that more than most, Director Bones.”

  Amelia’s nostrils fre and she looks at the vial in her grasp for a long moment. Harry isn’t too worried. This is, in and of itself, a leap of faith. Could Amelia nail him and Hermioo the wall for their illegal use of a Time Turo save an escaped fugitive? Sure she could. But would she? Well, sider this a test to find out if she was truly the womahought she was.

  “… I ot offer immunity based solely on your word, Mister Potter.”

  She still holds the vial between them, as if to let him take it back. But Harry just smiles and shrugs.

  “Then peruse the tents for yourself Director Bones. And make your decision from there about what yoing to do .”

  Amelia narrows her eyes at the ease with which he gives in. Still, she retracts her hand, officially accepting his memories of that fucked up night and the day that had followed. He expects her to end the questioning there and to take his memories back to the DMLE so she could use a peo view them for herself.

  Instead, she mao surprise him yet again.

  “Auror Tonks!”

  At hearing her name called, a certaiamorphmagus pokes her head in from the hallway outside.

  “Yes Madam Bones?”

  Harry tries not to smile too hard at how young Nymphadora Tonks looks here. Of course, it’s easy to suppress said smile when he just remembers how she died in just a few more years. He wouldn’t let that happen this time around. No matter what it took.

  “Procure a pensieve for me from the faculty, please.”

  “A pensieve?”

  Tonks’ eyes are wide at that request, making Amelia scowl briefly.

  “Was I not clear, Auror Tonks?”

  Flushing at the sharp reprimand, the young witch rapidly nods her head.

  “Yes ma’am, I-I mean no ma’am… I’ll get right on that, ma’am!”

  Hastily pulling back, Tonks disappears as Amelia just sighs and watches Harry. He doesn’t squirm, though he does have to hold back his annoya this turn of events. He really hadn’t expected the DMLE Director to stick around once he handed over his memories, but apparently he’d intrigued her enough that she wasn’t letting him out of her sight until she had all the answers she wanted.

  He’s almost tempted to just tell her what the memories tain then and there after all, because he knows exactly eonks is going to wind up bringing back if she mao get o all… and if she DOES ma, it will only be because of who she will bring back with the pensieve in the process. As, in for a penny, in for a pound Harry supposes.

  Still, fifteen minutes of awkward silence pass before the door opens and it’s exactly as Harry expected. Tonks es in carrying a very old, very intricate pensieve… and behind her es its owner, one Albus Dumbledore. The Hogwarts Headmaster has a grandfatherly smile on his fad a twinkle in his eye as Amelia scowls at his presence. Before she raise issue with him, Dumbledore lifts a weathered hand to forestall her objes.

  “My apologies, Director… but seeing as young Nymphadora here he use of my pensieve, I only thought it appropriate that I apao see if there were any other ways I could be of assista is a particurly old pensieve after all, passed down through my family feions. I’ll be happy to help you with its operation.”

  Now both Amelia and Tonks are scowling at Dumbledore. The former for him clearly using this opportunity to put himself where he’s not wanted and the tter for using her first name. Anyone else and Tonks would get on them for calling her Nymphadora… but with Dumbledore, she just has to grimad bear it.

  Amelia Bones hesitates for a moment as she looks from Dumbledore to the pensieve and then gnces over at Harry. Her lips thin out into a line and the older witch looks ready to throw down. Is she going to accept Dumbledore’s presence? Harry finds himself too curious to really intervene here. To be fair, he doesn’t see what else he do in this case. This isn’t about him anymore, it’s about Dumbledore’s pensieve and Amelia’s desire to see Harry’s memories right here, right now.

  Finally, the Director of the DMLE makes a call and opens her mouth to respond.

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