"A…a letter?" Remus stammered.

"Absolutely," Lucius confirmed. "A letter that Severus Snape sent to my son, Draco, in response to his concerns after Mister Potter returned. A most explicit letter…"

Hopkins triumphantly held the letter out to his colleague. From behind the invisible wall, the press was in turmoil, trying their best to see what was written on it.

"What is Lucius up to now?" Snape growled, arms crossed over his chest. "I can't believe he'd try to use such a stupid ploy."

Harry remained silent. A letter? To Draco? He knew Malfoy had sent a note to Snape. How had he managed to trap him this way? Beside him, he sensed Snape becoming agitated.

"Harry? I assure you this is an underhanded trick. I never sent Draco a letter, at least not last summer," he said, his black eyes worried.

"Oh, yeah, I know," Harry reassured him. "I was just wondering… Do you think Draco's decided to defect to his father's side after all? That he's making this all up to get back in his good graces?"

"I've no idea, but I think we're about to find out."

Indeed, the door had just opened again, admitting Dumbledore, who'd up until that point stayed to the side.

"Mister Malfoy, Madam Saintclair, might I suggest we continue this conversation in my office? We'll be more comfortable there," he offered.

The reporters protested lowly from the side, and Harry understood what Dumbledore was trying to do with this tactic. A bit more privacy. He certainly had no objections just then. Rita Skeeter already had enough subject material to write scandalous articles, without the Malfoys entering into the mix to add their own fabrications.

Lucius and Madam Saintclair reluctantly agreed and headed for the office, leaving the Headmaster behind. As soon as the door was shut, he quickly canceled the spell allowing the spectators to remain hidden, and motioned for Severus and Harry to follow him. Remus, Harry noticed, took advantage of the diversion to discreetly disappear toward the upper storey.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd ask you to be patient for a few minutes. Breakfast will be served for you here in the library presently," he announced to the reporters who grumbled, but didn't dare to protest, though.

Leaving them behind, the three of them walked to the office.

Tonks had already arrived, Harry saw, and was flanked by two Aurors who seemed less hostile that the ones before. That wasn't enough to make him feel better, though.

"Might I know what this is about?" Snape asked coldly.

"It's about Harry Potter here, and the letter you sent to Draco," Lucius said, as serious as could be. "Even though I understand your motivations, it's clear that despite our old friendship, I cannot in any way allow you to put this boy in danger. After all, we all wish him well."

His saccharine smile triggered a new wave of hatred in Harry. Before his magic could get out of control, though, a hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"The last letter I wrote to Draco was at Christmas," Snape retorted. "I don't see how that could be pertinent to or concern Harry."

"Perhaps you're forgetting this missive you wrote recently in reply to Draco's message asking you for an explanation about Mister Potter's presence at your side," Lucius said amiably.

"Actually, I remember Draco's letter well," Snape answered. "But its contents were rather…direct, and it certainly didn't address explanations concerning Harry."

Lucius' smile faded slightly as his eyes hardened. Obviously, Harry realized, he didn't know…. That was interesting.

"On the other hand," Severus continued, "I didn't reply to that letter with another. I talked with Draco instead; he seemed to understand my motivations perfectly."

Lucius' eyes became even colder. "I was able to speak with my son briefly this morning, and it appears there's been a huge misunderstanding about him," he said. "But that's a different problem."

"Most definitely," Madam Saintclair interrupted suavely. "The problem facing us is much more worrisome. Professor Snape, do you recall having written this letter?" she asked as she showed him the parchment.

Raising an eyebrow, Snape drew nearer to read, before letting out a snort of disgust. "What creativity," he said sarcastically as he turned his eyes toward Lucius. "According to this, I was trying to adopt Harry to make a new Dark Lord of him and rule the Wizarding world? And all that since Hogwarts? Merlin, I didn't know I was quite so ambitious or manipulative; I'm almost flattered."

"There's really nothing laughable about it, Professor," Hopkins said dryly. "Do you recall writing this letter or not?"

"Of course not," Snape replied scornfully. "I don't know who wrote it, but given the identity of who brought it, I think I have a vague idea. But I didn't send any letters to Draco Malfoy, much less this one. It's perfectly ridiculous."

"The handwriting is nevertheless yours," Saintclair said.

Severus rolled his eyes. "Have you ever heard of enchanted quills? Lucius Malfoy possesses numerous samples of my handwriting and all the means to copy it. It's as childish as it is ridiculous."

Lucius laughed softly. "That's not what I think. This parchment bears your fingerprints."

Once again, Snape let out a small sigh of frustration. "Oh really? I'd be curious to know which student you recruited to rummage through my desk and steal a parchment. And what else while they were at it—my ink as well? That's likely."

"Starting to amount to a considerable burden of proof, Professor Snape," Hopkins said, his tone hard.

"That's my opinion as well, and having been a childhood friend of Severus, unfortunately, I confess with regret that I'm hardly surprised. This denunciation costs me, Severus, believe me, but a good citizen must do his duty."

"A good citizen," Harry murmured behind him. Dumbledore's presence at his side had up until now restrained him, but this last cutting remark was too much. "You certainly were a good citizen when you had me tortured in your dungeons. In your house. When you made me believe….you bloody…"

"Mister Potter, I indeed owe you my apologies," Lucius agreed, bowing slightly, a perfect picture of contrition. "At that time, I was the tragic victim of an Imperius, and despite myself, I had to participate in all those horrors inflicted upon you. I've tried to contact you since that time to make you aware of my deep regret, but you were, it appears, well-hidden," he finished with a piercing look for Snape.

"You're nothing but a dirty bastard," Harry hissed between his teeth. "I won't let you do this. Never. You're not getting away with this."

"I understand all of this must be difficult for you, and I apologize for my intrusion today," Malfoy went on. "You'll understand, however, in due time, that I've acted as I have for your own good."

"Go burn in hell," Harry replied. "The sooner the better. And do me a favor—don't forget to take Draco with you."

Lucius' eyes blazed, and for a moment, Harry thought the man was going to strike him. But the wizard quickly got hold of himself, and Harry jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, perhaps it'd be best if you left," Dumbledore said beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Severus nod.

"No," the boy said, his teeth clenched. "I'm staying until this is all sorted out."

"Well, actually, I think in light of these new developments, it'd be best to go on with the Ministry inquiry," Hopkins announced. "An appraisal will be done…"

"An appraisal won't distinguish between Professor Snape's handwriting and a well-done counterfeit, and you know it," Dumbledore intervened. "This is not proof of anything. Not to be discourteous, Mister Malfoy, but given the recent events in which you and your son have been implicated, this cannot bear significantly on the case. Your credibility has been greatly compromised by your allegiances."

Lucius Malfoy smiled slightly, then turned toward the Ministry representatives. "Ah well, that's a matter that arouses strong passions. But are you really prepared to take the risk?"

Hopkins seemed to hesitate, but Saintclair, on the other hand, went on the offensive.

"Certainly not. Let the Aurors do their jobs!"

All eyes swiveled to the Aurors, who hadn't budged but were watching the scene doubtfully.

"Very well," Tonks said at last. "The accusation is rather serious, even if it's obvious it won't hold up. I see only one solution to deal with it quickly, Professor."

With a fluid motion, she pulled a small phial from her pocket and lifted it to eye-level.

"Out of the question," Snape said at once.

"It's only Veritaserum," Tonks pointed out.

"I know that very well, Miss Tonks, and I repeat, out of the question."

"Well, then," Saintclair sneered, "it appears this is the second time you've flat-out refused to take this potion, Professor. Would you have something to hide?"

Snape shot her a scornful look but didn't answer.

"Be reasonable," Tonks said as she shook the phial. "I'll ask the questions myself. It'll only take a minute."

"You do realize your behavior is more than suspicious?" Hopkins sneered, reflexively rubbing his hands together.

"No, I will not take Veritaserum," Severus said firmly. "But there is, however, a way to sort out this question and the other one at the same time. Since Draco Malfoy is supposed to have received this letter, it would be wise to ask him some questions about his intentions concerning Mister Potter. I'll confess to having been surprised to see Draco return to Hogwarts this year, Lucius, instead of attending Durmstrang like the rest of his little friends."

Lucius' face froze, but he managed to remain impassive. "Leave Draco out of all this. He only did his duty by giving me the letter."

"In that case, why not take the potion yourself?" Severus suggested.

Harry saw Malfoy tense a bit more, which didn't keep him from directing a cold smile at the Potions master. "It seems there's only one person accused here, and that's you, Severus," Lucius replied.

"Exactly so," Snape said. "I deny these accusations which are based on nothing. You have no solid proof, and the Malfoy family reputation behind it. It's up to the accuser to present proof of his truthfulness, and not the accused."

"That's correct," Tonks said approvingly, struggling not to smile openly. "Mister Malfoy, a swallow, please?"

"This is ridiculous," Mafoy began, his composure starting to crumble. Clearly he'd not foreseen this turn of events.

"No, no, Professor Snape is right," Tonks insisted. "Given that Severus has saved Harry several times this summer, and that you're accused of having kidnapped and tortured him, I don't see why it'd be up to him to justify himself."

With a determined gesture, she held out the phial to him. Lucius glanced at it with deep disgust, before pulling himself together again. "I refuse to submit to this. It's perfectly absurd. I don't have to prove myself for having done my duty."

"Have Draco brought up," Snape interrupted.

"Out of the question. My son is not of age, and I won't allow him to be subjected to that potion!" Lucius protested strongly.

"It'll be you or him, Malfoy. Decide," Tonks said. "Anyway, bring the boy up; I want to hear what he has to say."

Dumbledore nodded gravely, and left the office for a few moments before returning. "Draco will be here momentarily," he announced. "I must say he's not been particularly cooperative up until now. His attitude—which merited placing him in isolation—has been the source of much trouble in the school recently."

"I'm aware of it," Lucius agreed, "and rest assured I'll speak to him about it. Draco and I will be having a serious discussion."

Dumbledore nodded soberly, then they all waited in silence for Draco to arrive. He wasn't long in coming, accompanied by Professor Flitwick, who studied the group with piercing eyes.

"Father," the boy stammered when he saw Lucius, "you asked for me?"

"Correct," Malfoy Senior replied. "These people have a few questions to ask you about the letter you received from Professor Snape."

Draco's eyes quickly became evasive, and he shuffled his feet as if he would've liked nothing more than to take off at a run. All eyes were on him, but only Madam Saintclair smiled as she drew closer to him.

"My boy, I assure you you're safe here and you're in no danger of reprisals," she said with a sharp look for Snape and Harry. "We only want to hear the truth, after which you'll be free to go back to your activities."

Draco glanced nervously at his father and Snape, before lowering his eyes again as he nodded.

"So," Saintclair said, "you received a letter from Professor Snape?"

"Yes," Draco replied, so softly that it was only a murmur.

"When was that?"

"A week ago. Just after the start of term."

"Was it this letter?" the social worker asked, handing him the parchment. Draco inspected it briefly before nodding, his lips pressed together.

"Are you certain that it was indeed Professor Snape who sent it?"

"Yes, he gave it to me himself."

Harry's indignant groan escaped no one's notice, but Draco was careful not to turn towards him or Snape. Paler than ever, he seemed to be trying not to be sick.

"Very well," Saintclair encouraged him. "And do you think the contents of this letter are genuine? That Professor Snape had bad intentions towards Mister Potter?"

Draco nodded his head almost imperceptibly.

"Mister Malfoy," Dumbledore intervened, "are you fully aware that you're making a statement before agents of the Ministry?"

Draco swallowed hard before nodding once again. Tonks, who'd stood off to the side until now, stepped toward her cousin with a frown. "Well," she said, "the situation is at an impasse. The only solution left is Veritaserum, Draco. Sit down; that would be best."

"Absolutely not," Lucius interrupted. "My son's made his statement; he's not to be subjected to further questioning. That's for Snape to do."

"You were warned, Malfoy," Tonks retorted. "It's up to the accuser to prove his charge. It'll be you or your son, one of the two."

"Definitely not. I'm going to call my solicitor, and we'll discuss this in court. This situation is absolutely scandalous; you're hardly encouraging citizens to do their duty!"

"If your story is true, I see no reason to refuse," the Auror replied as she shook the phial.

"You're overstepping your authority," Lucius growled. "This partiality is shameless. I'm returning to the Manor and I'm taking Draco with me. Expect to hear from me!"

"As you like," Tonks said. "But Draco still hasn't answered."

"He has nothing to answer. He's not of age, he's going home with me."

"Within the framework of inquiries of this type, minors over age fifteen can decide for themselves," Tonks said dryly, before turning to her cousin. "You have a choice," she told him, "you can refuse and leave with your father, or drink this potion and put an end to the lying."

The teenager looked up at her blankly.

"If you decide to take it," she went on calmly, "you'll have no fear of reprisals from your family. You'll remain here under the Ministry's protection. That proof of good faith will be very well taken."

"You're trying to influence him!" Lucius exclaimed. "Draco, let's be done with this, I don't have all day."

The moment seemed to stretch out for an eternity, Draco's gray, expressionless eyes drifting slowly from his father to Snape. Everyone kept silent, waiting for the boy's decision, almost holding their breath at the gravity of the moment.

Finally, Draco seemed to fold in on himself, and closed his eyes. Then, defeated, he turned towards Tonks and nodded.

Beside him, Lucius let out a furious growl and lifted a hand to either strike or grab him—no one ever knew which. The Aurors with Tonks seized him before he could go any further, and then surrounded him, out of reach of Draco.

"Unworthy son!" he cried. "After all we've done for you! How dare you defy your father? Do this, and you'll be outcast from your family!"

Eyes wide, Draco had no reaction as he looked at his father. But Tonks didn't give him time to change his mind, and pushed him into a chair, where the boy literally fell.

"You've made the right choice, Draco," she murmured as she handed him the phial. "One sip will be enough."

The teenager swallowed hard twice before finally deciding to unstopper the potion with a shaky hand. He narrowly missed spilling it as he brought it to his mouth, but all the same, he managed to swallow the required sip, then his hand fell limply to his lap.

Satisfied, Tonks caught the phial in midair, and sat to face the boy, whose empty eyes clearly indicated that the potion was taking effect.

"So," she began, "is you name Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes," he replied.

"What are you parents' first names?"

"Lucius and Narcissa."

"Did you recently receive a letter from Professor Snape?" Tonks asked at last.

"No, not since last Christmas," Draco answered, provoking a current of murmurs.

"So you lied when you claimed to have received one last week?"

"Yes, that was my father's idea," the boy confessed.

Snape let out a small scornful snort, while the Aurors tightened their grip on Lucius.

"And what was your father intending to do with this strategy?"

"He wanted to make the adoption fail. Someone at the Ministry alerted him when the papers arrived. Snape wasn't to adopt Potter, whatever the cost."

"I see," Tonks murmured. "And you, you agreed to play the game?"

"I didn't have much choice," Draco replied. "Father arrived this morning, asked to speak to me, and told me it was my last chance to have a real standing with the Dark Lord, after the attack with Loki failed."

"That's what you want, Draco? To become a Death Eater?" Tonks asked sternly.

"I already am one, I have the Mark," the boy answered. "But I don't know. I'm not sure. I panicked. It's not what I thought. I just want everything to be what it was like before…my parents, the Manor, the power and money…"

"Charming," one of the Aurors behind Tonks murmured. "Wonderful parenting, Mister Malfoy."

"Do you wish Harry harm?" Tonks asked without breaking off.

"Not really. Not like him…not like that…"

"Would you protect him if it were necessary?"

"If it were necessary for my safety, yes," Draco answered.

"Why accuse Professor Snape?" Tonks continued without stopping. "Do you have something against him?"

"He betrayed our side. He's more concerned with Potter than with us. With me. That's not fair. He's seems so happy with all that, and I don't like it."

"Jealous, Draco?"

"Yes. Potter always gets everything. He can't have Snape too. Snape is ours. Mine," Draco said, sounding like a sulky little boy.

Arms still crossed, Severus rolled his eyes. Belonging to a Malfoy…Merlin preserve him! But the Veritaserum wasn't going to last much longer, and he signaled for Tonks to hurry.

"Do you think Professor Snape has bad intentions, whatever they might be, toward Harry Potter?" she asked.

"No," Draco said. "He's just a traitor to our side."

"Do you think he'd be a good father for Harry?"

"Probably."

Draco's eyes became less blurry, and he blinked twice, focusing on Tonks' smiling face before turning resigned eyes to his father.

Lucius didn't say a thing, but the icy look he gave his son spoke more than any words could.

"Very well, I believe we have all we need," Tonks said. "Take Lucius Malfoy to the Ministry for questioning. Watch him closely. No chance that he get away this time."

"You'll be hearing from me," Lucius growled. "Your methods are entirely illegal!"

"We'll see about that," Tonks replied with slight smile. "For now, Draco's staying here, and I'd like a team sent out to pay Narcissa a visit. Keep an eye on Malfoy Manor."

The Aurors nodded, before dragging a furious Lucius to the Floo, where they then disappeared.

Relief flooded through Harry, who automatically moved closer to Snape. This time, Malfoy hadn't had the last word…and nothing stood against the adoption anymore. At least he hoped not…

"Well, well," Hopkins coughed slightly, "that didn't go all that badly."

"Didn't go badly?" Snape grumbled. "What must I deduce from that—that you're satisfied with how things turned out, and you're offering me your apologies?"

"Let's not dwell on this little incident," Saintclair said in a rush. "It seems to me that—"

But a sudden explosion interrupted her, making everyone present jump, quickly followed by the sound of a heavy fall and sharp cries.

"It's up above!" Saintclair shouted. "That's not just a Boggart; there're several people up there!"

The noise continued, clearly the sounds of a furious struggle above their heads; Snape and Dumbledore exchanged a quick look.

"I'll go see what's happening," Snape offered, quickly held back by Hopkins.

"Not a chance," the wizard said, "you're not leaving here. I'll go."

"Unnecessary, completely unnecessary," Dumbledore stalled him in a calm voice. "It seems it's already over."

But a long howl contradicted him, followed by other muffled sounds that echoed in the circular office.

"I'll take care of it," Flitwick grumbled. "I think I know what it is."

"And what is it, if you please?" Saintclair yelped, clearly not reassured. "Tell us what we're about to face."

"You won't have to face anything, but I think you'll soon have your answer," the little man replied.

"Filius, be careful," Dumbledore said as he let the professor go off. Flitwick swept his advice aside with a casual wave of his wand, then trotted away. It took only a few moments until the sounds of struggle on the storey above were interrupted by a cry of rage, then a heavy silence ensued. A few minutes later, Professor Flitwick reappeared, seeming satisfied, followed by a disheveled and defeated-looking Remus.

Tonks, who hadn't said a word, watched him enter, her jaw clenched and her eyes flaming. Lupin, on the other hand, carefully avoided her eyes.

"My apologies," he said as he entered the room, "I'm afraid one of my class creatures is having adjustment problems."

"Creatures? What sort of creatures, please?" the social worker asked as she rearranged her robes.

"Madam Saintclair, is that really important?" Dumbledore interrupted courteously. "The morning's growing old, and I think we'd all appreciate finishing this little interview. Professor Lupin is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and his teaching methods, as well as his choice of programme, will probably not be of great interest to these proceedings."

"I suppose," Saintclair said dryly. "Well, in light of recent events, I hardly know what to think of this adoption."

"It appears we've established that Lucius Malfoy's accusation won't hold up," Tonks pointed out.

"Perhaps, but it's not ten yet, and this adoption has already stirred up half of Great Britain and caused an arrest! I don't believe that's reasonable. All this tension generates resentment…and resentment creates conflict. Given the past hostilities between Professor Snape and Mister Potter, I doubt it's a good idea to approve the request."

"That's the most ridiculous excuse I've ever heard," Snape protested strongly. "You've no right to use such vague and subjective suppositions to deny an adoption we've already signed!"

"I'm afraid I do, Professor," Saintclair retorted, "and believe me, the idea is far from ridiculous."

"You're the only one who thinks so," Severus growled.

"Actually, I'm of the same mind as well," a calm, little voice said, quickly attracting all eyes to the speaker.

Harry felt a wave of anger and discouragement wash over him as he saw a dubious Flitwick pensively stroke his beard.

"No intent to offend you, Severus, but we've all spent the last five years wondering how to protect Harry from your bad temper and latent aggressiveness. I'm persuaded you have the best intentions in the world, so far as this adoption, but it's hard for me to believe that five long years of hostility can so easily be swept aside. The fondness between the two of you is hard to mistake, but how long will this détente last before old habits and the past resurface and change your beautiful idyllic dream into a sickening cesspool? It'll be too late then to rescind the adoption, and everyone will only suffer because of it."

Beside him, Saintclair nodded enthusiastically, literally beaming with pleasure. "But that's obvious. I've said it repeatedly, all of this is perfectly insane!"

"I'd just say a bit precipitous," Flitwick hedged.

"I understand your concerns, Filius," the Headmaster assured him. "I myself had the same doubts. But recent weeks have been particularly eventful, and I firmly believe that all of this is for the best. Our boys know what they're doing…"

"No doubt," Flitwick agreed, "but I'd still feel more reassured if you'd use this," he said, pulling a little wooden box from his pocket, which he un-shrunk quickly before opening it.

Spying its contents, those present drew back more or less hastily, out of range of the object.

"I should've thought of this before," Saintclair murmured, seeming both happy and envious. "It's obvious."

Lost, Harry looked up at Severus, whom he found paler and tenser than a moment before. Whatever the translucent stone lying in the box was, it would seem the professor wasn't pleased.

"What do you think, Professor Snape?" Saintclair murmured.

Taking a deep breath, Severus turned to Harry. "Do you know what this is?"

The boy shook his head.

"It's a truth crystal. A stone with rather similar qualities to Veritaserum, but rather different in its effects. It forces those in its field of influence to state their hidden thoughts, to tell the truth, and to freely express their feelings, including the most repressed ones."

Harry swallowed hard. It didn't appear anything good could come of this…but he didn't see why everyone around them seemed so petrified by the stone, though. He and Severus had sorted out these questions long ago…hadn't they?'

He shrugged, vaguely uncomfortable.

"What do you think?" Severus asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's not a bad idea. But not in front of them, if that's possible. Does it have to be me who uses it, or you?"

"Both, I assume," Snape sighed. "These stones are generally used in private discussions before an important event: marriage, divorce, or even to settle disputes within a team. This object is powerful, I hope you realize. It forces out fears and worries you might not even be aware of."

And it could spoil everything, Harry read between the lines. He shook his head. No, he wasn't afraid…not really.

"All right," he said as he turned to the social worker. "But in this case, you have to promise one thing. If, when we've finished with the crystal, we still want the adoption, then you'll approve it. With no further interrogation, questions, or last minute tricks."

"That isn't…" Saintclair said before breaking off. For a moment, she seemed to mull over the question, her eyes fixed on the crystal. "Very well," she finally agreed. "You're going to both shut yourself away with this thing, and you're going to let it work on you. Believe me, I'll know if that isn't the case. And if, when you return, you still have no doubts on the adoption, then I'll support your request."

"Perfect," Harry agreed. "Severus?"

The Potions master reluctantly agreed, not without a hostile glance for Flitwick, who bore it without blinking. Closing the box again, the little wizard held it out to him.

"My boys, you can of course use the library," Dumbledore said softly. "I'll ask our reporter friends to come join us in the office. I'm not worried," he said to Snape. "I know you'll come out strengthened by this test. Filius' idea isn't all that bad, even if the timing leaves a bit to be desired."

Severus' expression clearly communicated what he thought on the subject; nonetheless, he made no reply. Arms crossed, he waited while the Headmaster had the library cleared out, before heading for the room, pushing Harry by the shoulder, all under the intrigued eyes of the reporters.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, the boy turned to the professor.

"They're trying to set us against each other, is that it?" he asked with a frown.

"Saintclair, yes. Flitwick must think he's done the right thing, and all the thinking souls of the group approve. Wonderfully unanimous," Snape ground out.

Harry shrugged. "All the better, if it gets this over with faster. I've had just about enough of this circus. It can't be so terrible as all that, after all," he said, pointing to the box.

Severus glanced at him skeptically, an eyebrow arched in question. "You seem very sure of yourself."

"What, it's only a sort of Veritaserum, right? I mean, it doesn't force you to say…embarrassing things?"

"No, not in comparison to Veritaserum. But it's a type of anti-inhibiting agent that can quickly produce unexpected situations…undesirable ones."

The boy mediated on the matter for a moment. "Will the crystal act the same way on both of us? Will it influence both of us the same, I mean?"

"It will have less of an effect on me since I have more defenses and experience. But I'll be affected all the same."

"I see. Well, let's get down to it. We can't get out of it anyway," Harry said philosophically.

"Indeed it's too late," Snape sighed, pointing to an armchair and settling himself in another. Then, placing the box on the table between them, he opened it, exposing the crystal.

For a moment, both of them sat waiting in silence. Harry was the first to break it.

"I don't think it's working."

"The action is gradual, but it's already started to take effect," Snape assured him. "Now it's up to us to talk about the adoption. How you see things."

"And how you see them," Harry clarified.

"And how I see them," Severus agreed. "Any thoughts on the subject?"

"On how you see things, or how I do?" the boy said with a grimace.

"Let's start with my own. What might be my wrong reasons for wanting to adopt you?"

"I don't think it'd be for the fame, or to change me into a little Voldemort, or to give him my head on a silver platter, if that's what you're thinking," Harry said. "I know you're not like that. Honestly, I think we're past that point…"

"Perhaps yes, perhaps no," Severus said.

"You seem uncertain," Harry pointed out. "And I'm not even sure of what. Of me, or of yourself?" He shivered slightly, as if surprised by his own words.

Snape smiled; the crystal was taking effect. "I suppose it'd definitely be logical to doubt both of us for various reasons," he replied."

"You don't trust me?" Harry exclaimed. "Why? After all, you're the one who's been obnoxious to me for years!"

"Correct, even though your lack of respect didn't help matters. But you're the one who hesitated when it came to the adoption."

"You know very well why," Harry defended himself. "I needed to think. There were so many things…my parents… It wasn't so simple, even if I know my mother really liked you. After all, they're dead because of you, in a way."

He'd scarcely said the words when he looked away, blushing noticeably. But his frown remained, his arms crossed over his chest. Severus held back a sigh.

"I don't deny it. I've always regretted it, and all my efforts to compensate for that loss won't change a thing. The guilt will always be there, every day, each time I look at you."

He closed his eyes. His resistance to the effects of the crystal was clearly as diminished as the sum of his powers. When he looked at the boy again, it was to see disappointment painted on his face.

"That's why you're doing all this? Out of guilt? For my mother? Not really for me, in fact…"

"That has nothing to do with it. If that were the only reason, I would've done this long ago. I should've done it, obviously, if only for Lily. But you still resembled James so much, and knowing you were their son—both of theirs, the fruit of their love—it was simply too difficult. You stood for all that I'd lost, all my failures…" He ran a hand across his face.

"I've never been a very reasonable person. And I'm certainly a quintessential egotist. What I do now, I do for myself as well, for what you bring me. Joy, hope, a certain reason to live. I'm not so stupid to think all this will last forever, but as much as I could contribute to your happiness and protect you, I'd do it, and it wouldn't be to pay off a debt."

"And why wouldn't it last?" Harry retorted, clearly alarmed. "Do you intend to bail out on me the next time things get bad? When you find out something new, or when you have another brilliant idea, you're going to let me down again, like at the beginning of the summer?"

"No!" Snape cried, barely keeping himself from pounding the table with a fist. "No. I don't doubt myself because of that. I doubt my ability to defend you, to guide you, to meet your expectations, but certainly not my loyalty nor my attachment. I'm not the sort of person…I don't connect easily with people, Harry. But when it does happen, I don't take back my promises. Whether to your mother or to you."

"So what, then? You'll abandon me for my own good, or because Dumbledore asks you to? Or you'll run away in order to protect me, something like that?" Harry said, his voice trembling.

"No, no, and no. I swore to never abandon you again, and I won't break that promise. But you're going to grow up, Harry, and you have many friends, advisors, people with many more resources to support and protect you than I have. To love you. I'll always be here for you, but it's in the nature of things for you to move on to something else, once the danger has passed," Severus said reluctantly, attempting unsuccessfully to hold back his words.

"Is this what you think of me?" Harry murmured. "That I'm some sort of spoilt prat who takes and then forgets? Don't you understand how fond I am of you? When I say you're my father, I believe it! Things don't change because I forget to call you by your first name, or because I have friends or other people around me; I love you as if you were my father, even if I don't remember my own—James—and I don't care that it's only been a few months since we haven't hated each other, and I don't care what they think…"

"They just think you're mad, Harry," Snape said tiredly. "Not a single person approves of this adoption, not really. You're degrading yourself by agreeing to it, by associating with me. Sooner or later, the pressure they put on you will make you realize your mistake."

"You're horrible," the boy breathed out. "You can't really think that. My entire childhood, everybody thought I was some sort of freak or loser; there was always something wrong with me; I didn't have any friends because of Dudley, and even at Hogwarts—every other year—someone had to bring up something against me: Parseltongue, or the Triwizard Tournament—which I never wanted to take part in—there's always a good reason to say things behind my back; even Ron was against me for months! How can you think I'd let myself be influenced by what people think? I don't care what they think, I know who you are. Anyway, I hope I do," he said bitterly.

"And if you didn't know?" Snape muttered, his hand moving reflexively to cover his Mark. "Have no illusions, you'll still learn things about me that you won't be happy about. Things that'll change the way you see me. It won't be easy; this adoption isn't the simplest of options available to you; things could take a dramatic turn and you'll have no other choice but to…"

In a violent effort at self-control, he managed to silence himself. He wasn't supposed to speak of it, especially not now, not this way. The Mark and its change of master had to remain a secret as long as possible. He needed time, and little did his fears on the subject matter; the damage was already done. He now had to reassure Harry and not burden him with further worry.

"…do your duty," he finished. "But I'll be there beside you. That I can promise you. Dear Tom owes me a debt as well, and I fully intend to make him pay it."

For an instant, the boy sat unmoving, staring at him, seeming lost and bewildered. He seemed so young like this, Snape thought. One might've thought he was scarcely eleven and had just arrived at Hogwarts.

"Do you love me?" Harry asked all of a sudden, his voice abrupt, his upper lip quivering.

"Of course I love you," Snape sighed. "I couldn't love you more if you were my biological son. All things considered, it's rather a relief that you've not inherited my genes. As I've already told you, the only thing I regret is the wasted time."

"I would've liked to know my parents," Harry explained. "But it's too late now. I'd like to know what they would've done in my place…if I look like them…what they would've thought of me. I know they'd be all right with the adoption, but I would've liked to have everything. For all of you to get along. The worst is that now if I had to choose, I'd choose you. And that's not fair to them. But you're the first person I really think of as my father, so…."

He gestured vaguely with a hand. "I don't care what I might find out, what you might do. I suppose it's what they call unconditional love, and I know it's stupid, and maybe I'll regret it, maybe I'm just desperate, but that's how it is and I don't want it to change. You are what you are, I'm in a position to know it. And I suspect it's not easy for you to make room for me in your life. So we'll just have to do our best, all right? And we'll see what happens…when it happens."

So much wisdom on the part of a teenager left Severus speechless for a moment.

"I imagine we're both desperate, in that case," he replied at last. "All this seems so dramatic now, but I suppose we'll laugh about it in a few years. Your mother was a very important part of my life, as you know, but it seems that since you came, these last few months, this adoption… You're by far the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I've no intention of letting anyone…or anything," he said with a disgusted look at the crystal, "ruin that. I'd like you to remember that, whatever might happen."

"Fine with me," Harry murmured, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses. "As long as you promise not to use flea powder on me again. And not to play favorites with the Slytherins all the time. And not to yell at me in class like before. And not to hate my friends."

"So many promises," Severus murmured. "Perhaps I could make an effort if you promise to apply yourself in class, and not defy me all the time, and not throw yourself into all the traps people set for you, and to come and ask for my advice when you need it, and not put Quidditch and parties before your studies, not to always go looking for trouble with my Slytherins, and not try to manipulate me, not to steal from my laboratory, not to—"

"Uh, that's enough, I didn't ask for half so much!" Harry protested.

"…not to bring a girl to the house for at least two years…and all the other things that you know perfectly well must be done but you routinely ignore."

"All right, all right, I've got the general idea," Harry laughed. "And you…never lift a hand to me, right?"

"Don't be stupid," Snape said dryly.

"Okay. Sorry. As for me, it's fine. Where do we sign the contract?"

"It's already signed," Severus grumbled. "All that remains is to convince our dear friends from the Ministry."

"Do you think we should stay a bit so it seems it took longer, or can we go back?"

"This'll do it. I've had more than enough of this little routine. We're done with this crystal; are there still things you'd like to discuss?"

"No, nothing," Harry said firmly.

Snape reached out a hand to close the box, doing his best to hide his relief. He'd done it. He'd managed to pass the test without revealing the secret of his Mark. And Harry seemed relieved and more serene as well. In the middle of the storm, it was a little victory despite everything.

"In that case, let's rejoin the others in the office. I'm impatient to see what that Ministry harpy's next argument will be. Merlin, I'm starting to wonder if she's not working for Voldemort. She's very set on throwing a spanner in the works."

"A bit too much, to be honest," Harry grumbled. "I really don't understand why she's being so obstinate."

"It's the sort of reaction you should get used to. The news won't be very well-received."

"That doesn't worry me, I just want this sorted out and…" But Harry didn't have the chance to finish his sentence; he'd scarcely opened the door when he was interrupted by a powerful voice, fueled by both lungs of its furious owner.

"…by what right you're permitted to conduct this interrogation without a representative from my department? My word, doing what you like with no accountability! Whom do you take yourself for, Merlin himself?"

Curious but careful, Harry stopped and stuck only his head through the half-open door. It appeared the room had been soundproofed, for the large-framed, gray-haired witch who'd joined the other wizards in the office seemed to have been shouting for a while already, given the color of her cheeks and Amanda Saintclair's dejected demeanor.

"Professor Snape is above all suspicion, whatever it may be; he's a war hero, and you've allowed him to be treated like a common criminal?" the witch continued after taking another breath. At his side, Harry felt the satisfaction radiating from Snape.

"I was only doing my job, Madam Bones," Saintclair stammered pathetically. "It's the usual procedure."

"At this hour of the morning, and without consulting the Department of Justice?" the tall witch bellowed, more furious yet. "You're nothing but a schemer, and in whose service, I wonder!"

"I had orders…"

"Well, here are my own—orders. You're going to finish up this nonsense post-haste, and treat these people with the respect they deserve! I've never in my entire career seen such a… Expect to be inspected in the very near future, Madam Saintclair, Mister Hopkins!"

Harry couldn't help but smile at the pitiful mien of the two sorcerers. His gratitude toward Madam Bones was such that he would've gladly thrown himself into her arms, but he was quickly set to rights by Severus pushing him with a firm hand at his back.

Their entry seemed to relieve Saintclair and Hopkins, as their colleague's attention was distracted by the new arrivals.

"Professor Snape, Mister Potter, thank you for joining us," the witch greeted them. "I am Amelia Bones, Department of Justice. I beg you to forgive the unspeakable attitude of my colleagues who, it appears, were conducting a particularly distressing interview."

"Indeed," Snape answered, his satisfaction evident. "It seems obvious these persons are totally opposed to the adoption. I hope, however, that this isn't a reflection of the Ministry's opinion."

"The Ministry's role is precisely to not have a personal opinion in this sort of case," Madam Bones said dryly with a dark look for Saintclair and Hopkins. "Your contract was signed using the correct procedure, and no faults were able to be found during the interview, it seems. I've learned you were asked to use a truth crystal. Its use in these circumstances was of course highly inappropriate, but might I ask what came out of it, though?"

"We still want the adoption," Harry replied. "More than ever." And in a burst of defiance, he changed into the cat and jumped to the professor's shoulder, staring at the group with his green eyes.

"I see," Amelia Bones said with a slight smile. "Professor Snape, I read the summary of your interview with Counselor Hopkins, but it would seem it was abruptly interrupted. So I must ask you the following question: do you realize that this is a lifelong commitment that will not end on the day Mister Potter comes of age? Like every parent, you'll be responsible for him until death comes, and beyond, if you wish to stay and haunt this place."

"I've well aware of that fact," Severus replied, stroking the cat without thinking. "The idea might seem absurd, but I really do have a vague idea of what this commitment represents, and especially with this child. The matter perhaps appears rushed, but it was carefully thought-out…on both sides."

"I don't doubt it," Madam Bones agreed. Then, after casting a quick Insonorus intended for the reporters, she went on, "Additionally, there's the matter of the spell I heard about…sacrificial magic, it seems?"

"That's correct."

"Which protects Mister Potter, then, from all attacks while he's with you?"

"Absolutely," Snape confirmed, "but I'd be grateful if you'd not ask for another demonstration. The day has been sufficiently trying as it is."

"I had no intention to," the witch reassured him. "This magic, in and of itself, fully justifies the adoption and the purity of your intentions. I don't see how the matter could've even been considered from any other angle," she said with a disgusted look for her colleagues. "But if the need arose, it happens that the person who had me contacted—and who happens to be a particularly active student of this school—also had a petition in favor of this adoption provided for me. She gathered a hundred or so signatures from people who know Professor Snape and Mister Potter and approve of the adoption without reservation. I don't know how this girl could've acted so quickly, but this testimony confirms quite clearly the true basis of your request."

This time, Severus remained speechless, incapable of responding to such news. A particularly active student…Granger! Miss Know It All had decided to take things into her own hands, probably when her little friend had been called to the witness box, and had once more undertaken to save the world. He didn't know if he should be disgusted by so much loyalty or excess of cleverness.

"Given that this document hardly has any legal value, I'm going to give it to you. It will be more useful to you than to me," Madam Bones said, smiling slightly as she handed him the parchment. Snape hastily took the paper and put it in a pocket. Yes, reading the signatures would prove especially interesting.

"Mister Potter, do you have any specific questions on this matter…or any other?"

The cat contented itself with meowing once, his tone unmistakable even in this form.

"I see," the witch said, trying to hide her amusement. "Is there anyone else in this room who'd like to add something further?" she asked, eyeing her colleagues challengingly from head to toe.

"Simply to thank you for your quick intervention," Dumbledore answered courteously. "I myself didn't succeed in contacting you, but I'm happy to see that someone managed it."

"I was on holiday in Ireland," Madam Bones agreed, "but the Ministry should've called me for this sort of case. It would appear there was…some interference, but my niece was able to contact me quickly."

"An excellent thing," Dumbledore said approvingly.

"I think so as well," the witch said. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll accompany my colleagues back to the Ministry, where we're going to have a little discussion. Professor Snape, Mister Potter, the verdict will be handed down to you during the day, but you have nothing to worry about. On the other hand, be aware that a visit will be carried out to your domicile in the course of this month in order to see the boy's living conditions. So far as you both living at Hogwarts, I'm not worried for now, but your residence on the outside will have to be equally adjusted to the needs of a teenager."

"It is," Snape confirmed, "but the place is under Fidelius for Harry's protection. So you'll have to take my word on it."

"Hmmm," Madam Bones said with a frown. "I'm afraid another solution must be found, but you still have time to think about it. I'll have you notified of the date of the visit a week in advance. For now, enjoy your day…and your new family. Good day, Professor Snape, Mister Potter, Professor Dumbledore."

There followed a moment of confusion in which each tried gather their wits, everyone wishing each other a good day with a lack of conviction. The reporters were in turn thanked, then finally the office was emptied of the Ministry representatives, leaving only the rightful inhabitants of the castle behind them

Severus let out a sigh of relief, before wordlessly handing the box back to Filius, who had the good grace to blush.

"I'm sorry about that, Severus, but it seemed to me that too many precautions were better than not enough," he explained gently.

"I understand," the Potions master replied. "Which doesn't mean I approve."

With a leap, Shadow jumped to the floor and transformed. "So?" he asked anxiously. "That's it?"

"It would appear so," Severus replied. "I truly thought this morning would never end, but it would seem, all in all, that we've had the last word."

"I can't believe it," Harry said, "between those two sadists sent by the Ministry, Malfoy, Loki… Oh, Remus, is everything all right?"

"It could be better," the professor said as he wiped his forehead, "but the most important thing is that everything worked out for you, Harry. I'm really sorry about those interruptions. Everything didn't go so well upstairs," he grimaced. "But it's not a problem anymore for now."

"No, indeed," Flitwick said jovially. "I'll have to teach it to you this evening, Professor Lupin; you could quickly have need of it."

"And…Draco? Where is he?" Harry asked.

"He's back in his cell for now, but an improved one," Dumbledore answered. "We'll have to have a serious discussion with him, but the young man made a difficult and brave choice today. We'll have to do our best to encourage him; his situation is going to be complicated in the time to come."

"Encouraging him is one thing, but there's no question so far as trusting him," Remus protested. "You heard what he said about Harry; he's only looking out for his own safety. He certainly didn't act out of loyalty or conviction."

"Draco is only a badly brought-up teenager with mistaken values," Snape replied dryly. "He took an enormous step forward today. He just needs support to continue on."

Remus shook his head, but didn't answer.

"Well, my boys, we have many problems to keep in mind or sort out, but for now, and given the circumstances, it seems to me that one thing is called for…"

"What, then?" Snape muttered, who would've liked nothing better than to go to his rooms.

"What? Well, let's see…a party, of course!"

Sighing, Severus rolled his eyes. Lupin laughed in spite of the circles beneath his eyes, Flitwick chuckled despite still seeming to feel guilty, and Harry….well, Harry seemed all at once relieved, happy, and ecstatic, like a sixteen-year-old who was being offered a monumental celebration.

Here they were. This time, they'd done it. And a new life was beginning…and one thing was certain: he wouldn't miss the former one a bit.