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  Harry leaves things in Amelia's hands~

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  Harry makes his choice, whi the end is to do nothing at all. While he fully intends to one day either trol or do away with this gover body and its bureaucratisehe fact is that he’s not quite there yet and he knows it. Harry could have spoken up here, but he’d more than likely make a fool of himself, probably not through any fault of his own but purely because of his youthful appearand perceived ck of experience.

  Likewise, he also discards the idea of telling Amelia to back off. If the DMLE Director wants to try and go toe to toe with Lucius Malfoy over Severus Snape, Harry isn’t going to stop her. After all, if he wants to make her the Minister of Magic, she o be able to show she stand up to thugs like Lucius who had Fudge in their back pocket.

  And so Harry stands bad lets the professional do her thing, curious to see what Amelia will do with no interferen his part.

  Smiling slightly, Madam Boilts her head to the side.

  “Upstanding Professor. Is that right, Lord Malfoy?”

  Oh? Harry wonders if perhaps Amelia is going a simir route to what he’d sidered doing, all of her own volition.

  Lucius narrows his eyes and thins out his lips.

  “Yes, I’d certainly say so given the ck of pints.”

  When Amelia’s smile widens, Lucius stiffens up. But before either of them speak…

  “Now see here, Lucius! Don’t go telling lies before these Lords and Ladies when I’M in attendance!”

  Both Amelia and Lucius turn in the dire of the speaker, Lucius’ head whipping around and Amelia much more casual as Augusta Longbottom, Matriarch of the Longbottom Family, makes herself heard.

  “I sit on the Board of Governors at Hogwarts just the same as you, Lucius. I’ve sat it lohan you, in fact, just as I’ve sat in this Wizengamot lohan you!”

  The older witch is certainly taking advantage of her advanced age here, Harry ’t help but note. But she’s on a roll and no one seems to be willing or able to stop her. Not even Lucius Malfoy himself.

  “Augusta-!”

  “Don’t you Augusta me, Lucius! You and I both knorofessor Severus Snape has garnered more official pints from students, parents, AND professors year over year than ANY other Professor in Hogwarts’ st several decades!”

  Lucius grimaces and Harry ’t help but be delighted as a rush of whispers and murmurs washes over the Wizengamot. Everyone who also sits on the Board of Governors is suddenly looking unfortable, while everyone who is not is looking undeniably curious. But even then, Augusta isn’t done.

  “You and Dumbledore might present a united front whehese pints e up to have them dismissed, but if the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enfort has something to say about all of this, I for one would like to hear her out!”

  Harry’s eyes dart to the Hogwarts Headmaster and Wizengamot’s Chief Warlock. The old wizard is looking signifitly disfited by all of this. And also uncharacteristically quiet, Harry realizes. Perhaps Albus had been trying to float uhe radar, so to speak? Only, now his name has left Augusta’s lips. The cat is out of the bag.

  g his hands together, the aged wizard gives everyone a grandfatherly smile.

  “I do believe we’ve gotten beyond the bounds of today’s trial, lords and dies. I’m irely sure that-!”

  “I must insist, Chief Warlock. In fact, I agree with Lady Longbottom. The information I’ve uncovered, while not directly relevant to Lord Bck’s unwful incarceration, is incredibly relevant to the Wizengamot at rge. They deserve to know what sort of man Severus Snape is, and the damage he’s doo Wizarding Society.”

  Amelia’s no-nonseone leaves the entire Wizengamot in a bit of a quiet uproar. The murmuring has never been louder, but nobody is shouting. Dumbledore, meanwhile, has lost the grandfatherly look altogether and looks as though he’s carved from incredibly craggily stone as he stares down at Amelia. However, the DMLE Director doesn’t back down, staring right back at him challengingly.

  “… Very well, Madam Bones. tinue.”

  Nodding, Amelia whips out her wand and begins summoning strands of light that turn into words and, much to Harry’s amusement, graphs. Then, she begins to walk the Wizengamot through something Harry already knows… the sheer damage that Severus Snape has doo the Wizarding World over this past geion that he’s beeions Master at Hogwarts.

  Harry ’t help but be impressed. He would have likely gone in a simir dire if he’d actually chosen to i himself into the versation… however, as Amelia speaks in an impassioohat brooks nument, he realizes he would have made a fool of himself and e across as rather childish.

  See, Harry would have been more ined t up Slytherin’s win streak in points to showcase Severus Snape’s btant favoritism. The fact that it took until Harry himself arrived for something to ge only showed just how unfair of a man Snape was. Especially since Dumbledore himself had to be equally unfair by giving Harry and his friends boatloads of points at the end of the year just to erase Snape’s stant point manipution.

  … But Hogwarts was decades behind most of these Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot. In some cases, it was even a tury behind them. Hearing about hoe would take points from other Houses more than his own wouldn’t have swayed them. It would have just made Harry look like a petunt child.

  Oher hand…

  “And so, as the esteemed members of the Wizengamot see, the numbers of wizards and witches who are successfully earning their s in Potions has dropped dramatically i decade and a half, from fifty pert to twenty-five pert. More than that, when you take out the Slytherins from this number, it drops further… to ten pert.”

  There’s a hush over the Wizengamot now as they process this revetion. Truthfully, earning a Potio wasn’t easy. It wasn’t supposed to be. A fifty pert pass rate retty damn good before S his hands oions Css. But only ten pert of all non-Slytherin wizards and witches getting their in Potions? That didn’t speak of a tough but fair learning enviro. That spoke of a rot at the core of their society’s educational institution.

  “And for any who might still not uand the significe of these numbers, do keep in mind that we require at least an E on a Potio for all wizards and witches aspiring to be healers. To bee an auror, one needs at least five Es or better on their s. Suffice to say, the numbers of nelits for both positions has been dropping year over year ever since Severus Snape became the Potions Professor at Hogwarts.”

  And there it was. Hit them where it really hit. Sure, most of the people in the Wizengamot might not have been Hogwarts Students in decades, but they still had children and grandchildren. And the majority of them were not actually Slytherins. Even if they were, it didn’t mean their children and grandchildren were necessarily Slytherins.

  There are looks exged across the entire Wizengamot, and even Lucius Malfoy doesn’t seem to have anything to say anymore. Nor does Dumbledore. In the end…

  “I call for a formal inquiry into Professor Severus Snape! Let him be brought before this body to answer for not just his lies to former Minister Fudge, but also for his duct as a Hogwarts Professor for all these many years!”

  Augusta Longbottom’s call to a causes quite a stir. It’s only a moment before someone seds the inquiry, and then someone else thirds it. Before long, the entire Wizengamot is all but cm for Severus Snape’s head. Ultimately, not even Dumbledore stop it now.

  The Chief Warlock looks weary as he brings his hands together again, quieting everyone down.

  “… Very well. The call for formal inquiry has been heard, seded, and thirded. Let us vote on the issue.”

  Harry isn’t surprised when hty pert of the Wizengamot votes for the formal inquiry to gh. And he ’t help but gleefully enjoy the soured look on Lucius Malfoy’s face. He also rather likes the triumphant expression on Amelia’s face as well. She looks pleased as be, and that in turn makes her look all the more beautiful.

  Finally, Dumbledore bows his head.

  “The vote for formal inquiry passes. Professor Severus Snape will be called to ao the Wizengamot two weeks from now. Gather your questioeemed Lords and Ladies. We shall see what es then.”

  As tired as Dumbledore is, he doesn’t even stop Amelia from havieam of aurors usher Harry out through a side door. Harry, meanwhile, appreciates being able to dodge the crowd of reporters that are no doubt waiting right outside the Wizengamot’s mairance.

  In the end, the few hours are quite the whirl, but he ultimately finds himself dropped back at Hogwarts rather unceremoniously. He’d hoped to get the ce to request Tonks be assigo him on a more long term basis, but as… he’d have to wait for ter.

  There’s a lot of people he has to deal with once he’s back at Hogwarts, but thankfully Dumbledore isn’t one of them. The Headmaster is probably too busy putting out the proverbial fires and trying to prepare Snape for his questioning at this point. Ultimately, Harry is able to get a bite to eat from the House Elves and then make excuses for why he wants to turn in early.

  Then, he makes it seem like he’s in his bed and sneaks out again, heading away from Hogwarts once more and back over to the Ministry of Magic where he slips into Amelia’s office to lie in wait.

  At this point, sneaking around the Ministry and more specifically the DMLE is starting to feel like old hat. It’s just too bad that Amelia is such a busy woman, because Harry finds he has to wait for a while before she finally shows up. Still, that glow of triumph and victory that she’d had ba the Wizengamot remains, even as she sits down at her desk looking ready to get right back to work.

  Revealing himself in his shadowy form, Harry chuckles darkly.

  “Do you ever take some time to yourself, Director? You had quite the win today. You could stand to rex a little bit.”

  She jolts at his sudden voice, looking to his shadowed presence as she presses her lips together rather tightly.

  “… You know about what happened in the Wizengamot then?”

  Deg to throw her a bone, Harry tilts his head to the side.

  “I was there, Director. You put on a spectacur performaell me, did you and Augusta pn that ahead of time, or was it pure serendipity that she paved the way for you so readily?”

  He see in the brilliant witch’s eyes that she finds that first bit of information very iing. She probably hasn’t given up on figuring out who he is, and now he’s just narrowed the list down siderably. The Wizengamot had over a hundred wizards and witches among its number, but that was still a much shorter list then say… every wizard and wit the world.

  Besides, she probably had herself vihat he was a wizard at this point based on his tone and mannerisms, so that narrowed the list down even further.

  “… Lady Longbottom and I aren’t that close. She’s a bit older than I am, in case you hadn’t noticed. No, we didn’t pn that ahead of time. I always inteo push as hard as I could to be allowed to present the evidence of Snape’s malfeasance, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do it or not. Augusta… she paved the way quite nicely, just like you said.”

  Harry hums, ing closer to the desk. Iingly, Amelia stiffens up as he approaches. But not in fear or trepidation. No, he detects a hint of anticipation from her. Like she was expeg something. He’s not sure what, but he knows what she deserves.

  “Good work, Director. You did amazing today.”

  Red crawls up Amelia’s neder her colr. She swallows thickly even as she tries to maintain de.

  “T-Thank you. I… I could not have do without your help.”

  Words of affirmatioo be the Director’s love nguage. Cirg the desk, Harry shakes his head.

  “I pointed you in the right dire, that’s all. Everything else was you. Well done.”

  She’s tehan ever as he gets physically closer to her. It’s almost like she wants something from the way she keeps stealing gnces down at his hand. But surely nht? A… Harry hums and then just decides to go for it. He lifts his hand up slowly so as to not spook her. Amelia’s eyes follow but she makes no move to stop him or move away, even as he brings his hand down upon her head.

  It feels weird to pat the older witch’s head however, so he quickly turns the gesture into a caress, running his fihrough Amelia’s locks in wonder as the strong, indepe woman just… lets him. In fact, she shivers a little bit in a way he tell indicates delight, even as his hand falls from her hair to her shoulder.

  Giving her shoulder a good squeeze, Harry siders the situation for a long moment. The Director of the DMLE was ag surprisingly submissive right now. At the very least, she was showing a startling ck of initiative ression over his as. Sure, part of her might feel like she owed him, but he didn’t think Amelia Bones would let something like that keep her from stopping him if she hated what he was doing.

  … Was it possible that he’d somewhat misjudged the beautiful witch? Was it possible that Amelia had hiddehs he wasn’t aware of.

  her of them has said a sihing since his st words of affirmation. A, as he holds her shoulder and Amelia sits there frozen in her chair, Harry doesn’t actually know what to say. Nor does he know what to do.

  Perhaps it would be better to back off here. But could he really afford to back off? He’d e ba time to exploit the advahat extra years gave him to the fullest extent. And that included exploiting people along the way. It was for their own good, really. He was trying to save everyone, so he couldn’t really hold baot now, not ever…

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