Several days had passed since Harry's visit to the Lovegoods' house, and he had been focused on this campaign in order to further strengthen Severus' defense. Harry knew that this was only half the task, and the other was attempting to figure out how on earth they were going to approach this. Since Harry's discussion with Kingsley and McGonagall, he had been tearing through his own thoughts in order to figure out a logical way to handle it. Harry had confided in Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Luna to further establish this campaign in an attempt to counteract the slandering article by none other than Rita Skeeter. They had a lot to do and gathering the information they needed from people was already tedious. How do you even begin to gather evidence on a man who worked tirelessly under the radar for almost eighteen years – three of those years spent in direct contact with the enemy – and the only person who truly knew his loyalties, was already dead by his hand.
Harry had to mull over every event – every possible scenario – in order to prove that Severus was indeed on their side. It involved thinking back on multiple interactions and realising that actions spoke louder than words. What he did far outweighs his words because, in the eyes of both Voldemort and Dumbledore, even Severus' words could not be trusted. So, in retrospect, it came down to his actions. From performing a counter-curse for the jinx Voldemort-possessed Quirrell decided to place on his broomstick in his first year, from running after the trio into the Shrieking Shack when Sirius was believed to be the murderer of his parents, with a werewolf on the loose. From dedicating time to teach him Occlumency on Dumbledore's orders to relaying a cryptic message with Sirius' life in jeopardy at the Ministry, whilst roaming the Forbidden Forest alone at night in search for Harry upon Umbridge's threats. There was just so much that needed to be said, but Harry needed to word this in a way that will strengthen their case with as much detail as possible. Nothing could be vague, and Harry at least had people to support him throughout these accounts.
Hell, Harry himself was proof of that. If Severus were a true Death Eater, Harry would have been killed by his hand in his First Year. The more Harry thought about such things, the more Severus' true loyalty made sense. To even consider Severus as the real enemy, made Harry feel a little pathetic. All those times he thought Severus wanted him dead, turned out to be the one person who looked out for him the most. His defender. The one who hid in the shadows and worked behind the scenes without anyone but Dumbledore knowing. It was quite amazing to know he did that, all the while, convincing everyone else that he was on the opposite side.
It all made far too much sense now. Harry was blinded by his own hate to see what was truly happening.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna convened together to work out a plan for a verbal attack. Hermione was more than keen to take the reigns on the article because they needed to approach this professionally and not as amateurs. They needed to be clear and concise, and as accurate as possible in order to counter Rita Skeeter's false words. On top of that, they all sent out word to the DA for any assistance they could provide to step up and add their piece in his support for both the article and the likely trial. Every interaction, every word said, would help.
Another issue sprang to mind, as Harry was thinking about what Kingsley mentioned – He cannot be caught by Aurors which could potentially taint his defence. Severus needed to give himself up willingly, which was completely against Harry's own wishes – and even Severus' for that matter - but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He couldn't spend the rest of his life on the run as a fugitive, faking death or not. Because if this ritual didn't work in the end, then they very well will be clearing the charges of a dead man and Harry was not prepared to go in that direction. He wasn't about to waste Severus' second chance that way and Harry was going to use his own voice to free him once and for all.
Draco was let in on the idea and agreed to help. His word was also important, and being cleared of charges himself, he had the added bonus of being able to confirm his actions as a Death Eater himself. Granted, that was going to give a new perspective on things, but he agreed to mention the Unbreakable Vow in order to save his life – his soul. Unfortunately, Narcissa was not present to confirm, so that was another problem. Though Draco mentioned something about the Ministry being able to detect the Unbreakable Vow with a spell confirming its intention, so perhaps that could be enough. Severus' had the scars from the Vow to prove it.
Whilst Hermione was scribbling away on the parchment recording accounts from the others, Harry tried his best to approach Severus once again. He only checked on him once on the previous day, but Harry was adamant to give him a little more space so he could gradually move away from his shock. So long as either he or Draco were keeping an eye on him, it gave them both a little peace of mind. So that afternoon, Harry made another attempt to talk to him and at least re-explain what Kingsley and McGonagall had discussed with him a few days prior, as he doubted Severus was able to register anything that McGonagall had discussed.
Harry approached Severus' door with caution again, softly knocking several times as he usually did. As predicted, there was no response. Not even growls of frustration, or the occasional 'Leave me be', or 'Be gone, Potter!' – which were both usually fine. In fact, he would rather the man yell in fury than remain painfully quiet as he did. Harry had learned not to overstep boundaries now, especially sharing space with the Potion's Master as he had been for almost two months. It was as difficult for Severus, as it was for Harry in this situation, especially with Draco now in the mix. There was still quite some tension between Draco and the others – and Harry himself, too – but for now, they had to deal with that as best they could with the situation they had been dealt with.
Grimmauld Place was indeed wackier these days, that was for sure.
Pushing the door open slowly, Harry poked his head inside to see Severus sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door, downing one of the pain reliever potions with a horribly tremoring hand. The man's face was still marble-white, with small beads of sweat evident on his forehead. His breaths still crackling rather sickeningly, Harry could hear, as he occasionally drew in several gasped breaths.
"…Severus?" Harry spoke, as he noticed Severus arching his head towards him, but his gaze was still not adjusted to his direction. Well, at least he was more responsive today. Harry paused in his tracks to assess whether the man would yell at him to be there, but Severus said nothing. Taking that as a cue, Harry cautiously made his way to the bed and sat down again beside him. Severus' head followed his movements carefully, but he still dared not look at Harry. It was actually rather unnerving.
Now, he can't stand to look at me. He figured it was likely the vision of Lily that he saw, which was understandable. But still, it made Harry feel slightly guilty for further taunting the man unintentionally.
"So – " Harry spoke calmly, "- Have you had a chance to think about what Professor McGonagall told you the other day?" Harry watched as Severus drew in a shuddering breath, entwining his fingers together in mild anxiety, which was perched on top of his lap. The man's mouth twitched, like he had something to say, but decided to refrain himself. Eventually, he lightly shook his head.
Harry thinned his lips, "We have a plan to clear your name, and we are hopeful it's going to work, but Kingsley advised that we are running out of time – " Harry paused for a few moments, before resuming in a quieter tone, " – In more ways than one."
Severus raised his head but still did not speak.
Harry cleared his throat lightly, "Please, tell me what you think? The more I think about it, the more sense it makes. You can't remain a fugitive, and I know you know that, too. The time is now to take a step to…free you. Properly, this time. I know this isn't the ideal option, but what other way is there? It's not right for you to remain hunted like this. If they catch you somewhere that makes you look suspicious, it won't look good for you. There have been too many close calls already, and next time you won't be as lucky."
Harry paused to observe Severus, who still averted and focused his weary gaze at the ancient-looking cabinet against the wall.
"Are you not going to say anything? Nothing at all?" Harry inquired, with a small sigh, "…Severus, we are doing this for you. We have a good plan, and with my word, I can convince them, " Harry paused again, before allowing himself to smirk a little at his next thought, "Remember in first year when you told me fame isn't everything? Well, that fame – as you so kindly put it - might just set you free."
Harry darted his gaze back to the man beside him, and he swore he heard an ever-so-slight snort of amusement from the ill-stricken Slytherin.
A little humor. Come on, Severus. That was clever, right?
Proud of his little accomplishment, Harry pointed to Severus' bandaged arm, "Do you mind if I check the wounds?" Severus seemed to suddenly tense up a little and slightly retracted his left arm closer to his chest defensively. Harry could see that his hands were still shaking, but since he moved his arm, he could see some of the blood seeping through. It wasn't too bad, but he definitely needed a bandage change. "…Please? You'll need fresh bandages." After pondering that for a few moments, Severus seemed to relax again and slowly outstretched his arm in Harry's direction. Pleased by the progress, Harry reached for the new stack of bandages and the small pot of essence of dittany on the bedside table and shifted his position, so he was better facing Severus. The Slytherin however, still refused to look at Harry and turned his head in the opposite direction.
Carefully, Harry began to unravel the bandage, while darting his eyes to the man beside him for any sign of discomfort. He knew Severus didn't like to be poked and prodded – Who ever did? – But he took extra care in making sure Severus would feel comfortable with the Gryffindor tending to him.
As Harry continued, and the silence was a little harder to bear, he began to speak again as he worked on the wound, "We have a plan. A really good one. With Kingsley on our side, we can help you. Once we free you, and this is all dealt with, we'll help you find a…cottage or something in the countryside, in the middle of nowhere. Large windows, fresh air…Or by the sea, maybe? With a greenhouse and you can grow your own potion supplies - " Harry smiled lightly at the thought. That actually sounds amazing, " - How does that sound? I know you probably won't accept financial aid from me, but if we can successfully clear you, then the Ministry owes you big time. Because I don't think spending this time in my terrible company was ever on your bucket list."
Harry finally finished on Severus' wound and released the hold on his wrist. The newly wrapped bandage was careful to cover every inch of the Mark, as well as the wounds, as he knew Severus was having a difficult time even looking at it. The Gryffindor noticed that Severus appeared to fight off a subtle amused smirk at Harry's poor attempt at humor, under his hunched form and curtains of unwashed hair, "Fine. I'll just keep talking to myself, then. Although, I really won't get offended if you tell me to shut up."
Severus lifted his head up and tilted his head slightly in Harry's direction. On exhale, he raised an eyebrow, "…How ever did I tolerate your insufferable defiance for seven years?" His voice was deep and resonant, but less sharp than usual.
Harry's inner voice jumped for joy upon the man's eventual willingness to verbally respond now. He smirked, "No idea, but I really do commend you for that."
Severus sighed wistfully, but still avoided the Gryffindor's gaze, "You seem to be under the false impression that everything will eventuate without fault. You're far too optimistic."
"But things have been nothing but fault. Besides, is it wrong to have a little hope?"
Severus frowned, and looked to the floor, instinctively clasping his pale hand over his Mark, "At times, yes. There is still that minor issue of the cancerous curse eating me alive."
"Then we hope more, " Harry responded with a light shrug, "Hope keeps you positive, sir. We all need that every once in a while, at least. I surely didn't learn that until later."
Severus exhaled, slightly frustratingly, "Easy for you to say when you are not the one currently hanging by a mortal thread."
Harry sighed, "I get it, really I do. This ritual has taken its toll on you – I never anticipated that to happen. But I suppose, it's not just a test from within the ritual, but what occurs between them. Every action, every thought…influences this. And please don't tell me I'm wrong."
Severus hung his head shamefully, wincing at the dilemma he was facing, "My mind is broken, Harry. Years of fortifying it to protect my mission are now all but in dusty ruins. The walls crumbled, and I no longer have the strength to rebuild them. Because what is the point now?"
"Severus – You are one of the strongest and bravest men I know, " Harry reassured, "I never thought I'd ever say those words, but in all but a few months, everything has changed. Even you. Hell, so have I."
Severus appeared to hesitate, furrowing his brow. He opened his mouth to respond but could not gather the right words to say.
Harry continued, "You seem to be under the impression that you are still the same person. Since I found you at the Shrieking Shack…You've changed. You may not think you have, but I've seen it. My friends have seen it. Draco has seen it. Even, Professor McGonagall. You just can't fully admit that you have."
Severus seemed to cringe at those words, and Harry could not understand why the man saw change as such a terrible thing, "Perhaps I could never accept that change was ever possible. All those years fighting in Lily's name…I never came to realise that I was also fighting for myself. I slowly began to believe in her cause, and eventually, it was no longer just about Lily – " Severus paused for a few moments, thinking deeply – "It was about you. About Hogwarts. About attempting to cleanse this world from a darkness I assisted to bring forth. I wanted nothing more than to undo all of that damage. Most, regrettably, irreversible."
"And you still believe you were the same man that took the Mark?"
There was another pause, as Severus stopped to mull over his thoughts. There was a mixture of emotions on the man's face, as Harry noticed his inner turmoil. Severus was still clearly having difficulty coming to terms with that. Eventually, he shook his head and spoke softly, "I used to think I was, however - " Finally, he looked at Harry. Really looked, this time. After a few days of avoiding such a feat, and although Severus flinched slightly at the emerald eyes staring back at him, he drew in a deep breath. The corner of Severus' mouth twitched into a subtle smile, " - You helped me to realise that I am not the same person that I was back then. "
Harry exchanged a warmer smile in return, "I'm really glad to hear that, sir. Anyone has the capacity to change if they choose to. And you chose. From the moment my mother's life was in danger, you chose. You tried to save them, and we'd never have had the opportunity to go into hiding if it weren't for you."
"I – " A breath got caught in Severus' throat, but instead he began to cough several times. The man hastily reached for the tissues at his bedside, clasping them over his mouth. Harry could see more blood being splattered across the tissue, as Severus took a few moments to regain his breath and growled in frustration. As the man closed his eyes to re-compose himself, Harry placed his hand on Severus' upper back in reassurance and comfort feeling less awkward now in doing so. Even Severus didn't seem to mind that so much, now. Once he felt able to continue, the Slytherin tilted his head in Harry's direction, "And you chose not to become your father."
Harry nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah, I suppose I did. I could never even think about tormenting someone for fun at the same age. It just shows me what those repercussions can be, and I'd never want to damage another person in the way they did to you. I'm not like that, and never will be."
Severus seemed to lower his head, noticeably grateful for that remark.
"So – Are you willing for us to go ahead with this plan? I'm going to approach the Council myself. Trust me – the Ministry isn't done with me yet, " Harry spoke in a firm resolve, enforcing his willingness to keep going, "I will make a deal with them, and I'm going to do everything I can to keep you out of Azkaban."
Severus finished mopping up the blood on the corner of his mouth, and the small stream from his nose. He nodded wearily, "I supposed that is the wisest decision, so long as you approach this professionally, and not to twist the knife that is already in my back."
"I know. Be thankful we have Kingsley as our Minister, and the fact that he still has a lot of respect for you."
Severus didn't respond to that comment and paused as he shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed and it was evident as to how exhausted and lethargic the man looked. He placed his hands back into his lap, and regarded Harry with such odd curiosity, "Why…Why do you care so much about what happens to me? You shouldn't, you know. You should not be wasting your energy on a blithering, miserable fool such as myself."
Harry felt slightly shocked by the question, "Because I have empathy, Severus. You spent so much of your life protecting me and protecting others, and yet no one was there for you when you needed people the most because you had to shut everyone out 'for the greater good'. I think we've both had enough darkness in our lives, don't you think?"
Severus glanced dully at Harry, still appearing unconvinced, "Harry – "
"Listen – I know you struggle to believe that, even you deserve to be happy. I thought the same too, trust me. I know what that feels like. Do you think I'm joking? I'm not going to give you hope, then to purposely rip it away from you. Even now, you still believe that this is all one big cosmic prank because you think you are undeserving of those things. No, Severus. You obviously refuse to believe that my offer is genuine. I will never, ever, give you cruel hope."
Severus' dark eyes seemed to gloss over, as he remained speechless within his inner conflict. There was a pause as he seemed to hang his head, remorsefully. His low, croaky voice spoke gently this time, "You are indeed, the first to say such a thing. However, I do not have the energy to argue with that."
"Good, because it's not worth arguing about, " Harry rose from the bed, and turned back to Severus, "Now…Can I trust you alone for some time? Draco will be here, but -"
Severus looked upon the Mark buried underneath the bandages on his arm, "- I will not attempt to hurt myself again if that's what you were implying. I-I do not know what came over me - "
"- I know. We both have marks we can't get rid of."
Severus looked back up at Harry, with a look of realisation, "Indeed."
Feeling pleased by that, Harry released a sigh of relief, " - Just get some rest, okay?"
The Gryffindor turned and made his way toward the door, shutting it gently behind him. Well, at least that conversation went well. He only expected not to receive any further responses, but now knowing that he was – almost – back to himself, Harry could now bound ahead with his grand plan. If they approached this right, then Severus can truly be freed. Then all they had to think about, was the third and final phase of the ritual. If Severus can continue knowing that his name was cleared, perhaps that was enough of an incentive for him to remain positive and persistent in destroying this illness once and for all. If they can make this work, then Severus' life will change drastically.
And Harry wasn't kidding about the offer to help him purchase a place. Since he had no intentions of repairing the ruins of his old home in Spinners End, then he very well deserved somewhere away from everything and everyone. Now Harry at least understood the man's need to be alone. Severus had enough of dealing with such hostility in his life.
And he knew being stuck with the Chosen One himself, was not a part of his retirement plan.
The following day, Harry contacted Kingsley to organise an urgent meeting with him in his office. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny opted to tag along for the support – and their need for Hermione's well-rehearsed monologs – which had him feel slightly more at ease. Harry wasn't particularly nervous, but he really hated the thought of dealing with the Ministry again. Although now, the Ministry was not corrupted as it had been during Voldemort's reign of power and authority, so Harry felt newfound confidence in his ability to tackle them again. Oh, Harry already had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he was going to demand that Severus be freed by any means necessary. They just needed to take that first step.
Harry and his friends made the journey to London early in the afternoon and took the visitors' entrance via the red phone box off a derelict side street away from the busy public Muggle spaces. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged uneasy glances, as the last time they were here, they were on a quest to steal the Horcrux Locket from the disgustingly pink-clad neck of Umbridge. Since then, Harry really didn't plan on stepping foot back into the Ministry after their near-capture, and it was still rather strange venturing back in there now. But a lot has changed since the demise of Voldemort, and he trusted Kingsley Shacklebolt to reform the Ministry in a better light.
And that, so far, he did.
After receiving their silver visitors' badges, the four of them entered the main Atrium, and already they could see a change that caught them all by a welcoming surprise. The last time they stepped foot in the Grand Atrium, it was corrupted by controlled by followers of Voldemort, including Imperialised and brain-washed politicians and Aurors. The change was drastic and turned the Ministry completely against the will of the wizarding world. It was a frightening time, to know that the government would fail its people in a time when a dark power was rising so fiercely. The Ministry itself was grasped by such a power, transforming it into a vessel for maximum control over the wizarding – and Muggle – world. From the dark and dreary atmosphere, they last remembered, they breathed a welcome sigh of relief to find how visually brighter the atmosphere now displayed. The dark-tiled walls, now a few shades lighter and more uplifting, to the orbs of light dancing overhead, illuminating the shimmering Atrium below. The familiar telegrams spun overhead in their attempt to deliver their messages, to the occasional owl that swept by.
The last time Harry stepped foot here many months ago, the corrupted Ministry erected a disgusting monument in a power trip, displaying wizards as superior beings, with the Muggles at their feet. The previous Fountain of Magical Brethren of blackened stone were displayed with a witch and wizard sitting on thrones, made from the contorted figures of Muggle men, women, and children. It was a repulsing sight, and even if Harry could not control that, he felt ashamed to have set his eyes upon the monstrous thing. But now, since Kingsley's elect as the new Minister, Harry, and his friends no longer had to look at it.
In its place, was another shimmering golden monument in its place, set upon the magnificent large fountain within its center. Kneeling in a circle, were golden statues of magical and Muggle folk of all nationalities, and ages. The witches and wizards, adorned in golden robes, outstretched their wands to the center, whilst the Muggles extended a fist inward in unity. In the center, was a golden Phoenix, reminding Harry of the one they used for the Hogwarts Memorial a month ago. Its wings were outstretched magnificently, as the waters of the fountain danced around them. No longer did the plaque read 'Magic is Might'. Instead, it read:
'In Strength, we are One.'
Neither one of the four could usher a word, but instead, they exchanged the same pleased grin as they stood together admiring the new display.
"Kingsley has really outdone himself, " Ron said, still in awe.
Hermione beamed, "This is fantastic. I'm so glad he removed that other ghastly thing."
Despite a few gasps upon their appearance, Harry and his friends made their way to the main desk, along the dark, polished-wooden floors through the crowds of Ministry officials and visitors going about their business. Harry did his best to ignore the stares and whispers as he did so. Perhaps they were so shocked to find him back at the Ministry, after the years of corruption against his name. Well, at least Harry didn't have to waltz back in there with Polyjuice Potion this time. Harry and his friends had their wands checked in and registered at the security desk, and upon its conclusion, they set off for the lifts to make their way to the Minister's office on Level One.
Hearing the familiar chimes upon their descent, Harry and company stepped out of the rickety lift and made their way down the almost empty corridor leading towards a large circular area connecting to several doors. The main door ahead was emblazoned with a large golden plaque reading 'Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt'. A small desk beside the large mahogany door was stationed with a single middle-aged witch with emerald green robes and hazel-colored eyes underneath a thick mane of curly blonde hair. The woman was scribbling away on parchment and did not look up upon their arrival.
The four of them walked up to the desk, and Harry lightly cleared his throat, "We have an appointment with the Minister."
The witch did not look up, "…Name?"
"Err…Harry Potter."
Suddenly the witch dropped her quill, leaving an unfortunate black ink blob on the edge of the parchment. She raised her eyebrow at Harry, as she clasped her hands in front of her studying the teenager before her. Harry, uncertain if she was convinced, ran his hand over his forehead, brushing away his own unkempt hair to reveal the familiar lightning-shaped scar. The woman nodded, "One moment please, Mr. Potter." The witch tapped her wand on a small piece of parchment, as it hovered above the table, folded itself like an origami paper plane, and watched as it floated to the Minister's door and disappeared in a flurry of blue sparks. Harry and his friends waited a little awkwardly, not knowing if they should be finding a seat in the waiting area, but thankfully, they didn't wait long until an identical piece of parchment appeared in front of the receptionist. Harry watched as she opened the parchment, nodding to herself, "You may proceed ahead."
Ushering a thank you to the witch, Harry turned to the door and opened it gently to reveal a large, welcoming office where a large desk was stationed in front of them, illuminated by large, enchanted arch windows. The walls were painted a soft white, accentuated by golden, ornate cornices at each corner of the rectangular room. Harry looked down to see varnished mahogany floorboards underneath a single large turquoise and sea-green rug. The three large arch windows were charmed to reflect the city of London, which seemed to mess with Harry's mind, because it gave the illusion that the Ministry rose above ground level, matching the other tall buildings around it. Harry had to blink several times to regain his bearings, as he very well knew that they were nine floors below ground level.
Kingsley Shacklebolt stood from his desk upon their arrival, and welcomed the newcomers with a warm smile, as he walked around his matching mahogany desk, he indicated to the grey chaise lounges by the fireplace on the left side of the large room. The black-tiled fireplace was already crackling away. As Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny sat down, Kingsley pointed his wand to the door, adding a Silencing Charm, and then proceeded to join them at the large armchair.
"Welcome – " Kingsley respectfully nodded at the teenagers seated before him, " – I gather you are here to discuss the situation in regard to Severus Snape?"
Harry nodded, "That's right. McGonagall and I have discussed the options with him, and we'd like to go ahead with it. Though, I would like to request to see the Council myself and propose an offer directly. I'd much prefer they hear it from me."
"And what is this offer, you have decided upon?"
Without missing a beat, Harry continued, "For continued services to the Order, and the Ministry, in exchange for no Azkaban sentence."
Kingsley paused to ponder the request, nodding in agreement, "Alright. The Council might still demand some sort of discipline effectively in terms of Albus' death, just so you are aware. And he remains compliant with that? Keeping in mind the Council will need to hear this request directly from him as well."
"Yeah, of course. I just don't want him treated like a criminal."
The Minister clasped his hands, twiddling his thumbs, "I will see to it that he is not. I may be Minister, but I do not have complete power over the final verdict. Most of that power lies with the Council, specifically the Chief Warlock."
"We have started to put together a defence for him, complete with witness accounts during Professor Snape's interaction with others, specifically ranging from Voldemort's resurrection in 1995 to the demise of Voldemort, and even up until now, " Hermione interjected, "There is a lot to go through."
Kingsley nodded in agreement, "Good – He will need as many statements in his support as he can. I know we are treading a fine line since most of his war efforts were spent within the shadows, but if there are ways you can shed light on some of his acts, even duties as a Professor, then maybe, we will have enough."
"So, Kingsley, are we able to talk to the Council now? Can you arrange a meeting for us?" Ginny asked, earnestly.
The Minister glanced over at Ginny, "Yes if you feel ready to confront them, I can send a message right away. I will deem this an urgent matter; therefore, they will arrive in much haste. Perks of being the new Minister…" Kingsley flashed a friendly smirk at the four teenagers, as he rose from his chair and made his way towards his desk.
Harry nodded, "That sounds great. The sooner this is addressed, the better." Harry watched as Kingsley scribbled within the parchment on his desk using a peacock feather quill and tapped the parchment with his wand causing it to duplicate and fold itself into a neat envelope. He flourished his wand again, and the parchment letters disappeared in mid-air. Once done, he made his way back to the chair he previously occupied, "I've given them ten minutes. Besides the Chief Warlock, there are several others that must be present – " He turned to Ron and Ginny, " – Percy included."
Ron groaned, "As if his head isn't inflated enough, and you go ahead and give him the position of Assistant to the Minister. Blimey. I still can't believe you did that."
Kingsley grinned, "After his very vocal resignation against Pius Thicknesse, I decided to reinstate his position – with promotion – under my title. So far, he has been extremely diligent and hard-working. He has turned himself around well. I must ask – Has Minerva sent out the latest Hogwarts letters? I realise they are a little late."
Hermione shook her head, "No, we've not received anything yet."
"Have you lot considered your seventh year?" There were nods from everyone except Ron. Kingsley looked back at Ron, "Still keen on the Auror training, Mr. Weasley?"
Ron nodded, "Oh, yeah. I haven't changed my mind. But I don't plan on going back to Hogwarts. Personally, I don't see the point." Hermione opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it.
"Understandable – Keep an eye out for an owl detailing the new training dates, " He turned to the others, "And you are all very keen on returning to Hogwarts? That is welcoming to hear. Miss Granger, do you have any desire to work within the Ministry? We can definitely use your intellect, and if you do agree, I am more than happy to find a position suited for you."
Hermione's eyes widened, as she became slightly speechless, "Oh! That-That sounds wonderful, sir. I still want to complete my NEWTs this year, but yes…I'd be honored, sir."
Kingsley beamed, "I am most pleased to hear that! Of course, no rush – "
Suddenly, the fireplace roared green, as Kingsley stood up, followed by Harry and his friends. Harry began to feel slightly nervous, as he was worried about how this conversation was going to go. The fireplace flashed again, and four robed figures piled their way inside the office in single file – a few which Harry recognised. Elphias Doge, being one of them and an elderly woman who he had sworn he'd seen at Hogwarts overseeing the OWL and NEWT exams. Percy himself trailed behind with a large notebook and quill clasped in his hands, nodding his head in greeting. Respectfully, the Minister bowed his head in acknowledgment.
Kingsley clasped his hands together, "Thank you for meeting with me here on such short notice. We have something of great importance to discuss – " Kingsley turned to Harry and his friends, and gestured with his hand to introduce his colleagues, " – Since undergoing the reformation of the Ministry, there have been a few staff changes under my direction. Aside from Percival here of course, I'd like to introduce my new Undersecretary to the Minister, Griselda Marchbanks. She was previously Governor of the Wizarding Examiners Authority, who initially resigned in 1995 along with multiple others when Dolores Umbridge was appointed, but now I have reinstated her back into the Ministry. Griselda, here, is also a part of the Wizengamot."
The elderly witch Griselda greeted Harry with a smile, and reached out to shake his hand, "Ah, Mr. Potter! What an honor to have you here!"
Harry humbly, returned the gesture, "Oh, uh, thank you."
Kingsley gestured to Elphias, "Elphias Doge, whom you are already aware from within the Order, is now promoted to Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."
Harry gave a small smile, so as not to be rude, "Nice to see you again, sir."
Elphias bowed his head, "Likewise, Mr. Potter." Again, hands were shaken. Though Elphias seemed to hold onto that grasp a little too firmly.
Kingsley turned to the final official, "And our Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Gawain Robards."
This man stuck his hands in his pockets and simply nodded to Harry and his friends in recognition, "The Boy Who Lived. I must say, impressive work. Shame not to have you join the Auror Office, but understandable -" The younger man turned to Ron, "- Ronald Weasley, I presume? Can't mistaken a Weasley! The Minister here has told me much about your interest in the Auror program, plus a good word of encouragement from Percy himself, here. Marvelous!"
"Thanks, sir," Ron said, a little awkwardly with the sudden attention, and exchanged shocked glances with his brother, who appeared to be slightly embarrassed by the gesture of goodwill.
Kingsley clasped his hands again, redirecting his attention to the slightly more crowded room, "All pleasantries aside, Mr. Harry Potter here has a proposition. Let's all take a seat."
There was mild shuffling around the room, where Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione sat on the larger sofa, meanwhile, Kingsley had transfigured an identical sofa parallel for the others to sit. The Minister himself sat on the far end in the middle of the single armchair, gaining a view on all of his occupants. As soon as Kingsley turned to face Harry, all other eyes shifted to him, and suddenly Harry felt completely out of his league as his stomach felt like it dropped to the floor.
Now, Harry, don't bloody mess this up.
Harry drew in a deep breath, hoping his face didn't project the nervousness he felt, and turned to face Elphias directly, "I am here to discuss the fate of Severus Snape, with the intention of clearing him of all charges. But I also have a proposition to make, which will benefit the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix."
Elphias leaned forward, sneering slightly upon the mention of his name, "Severus? And you, Harry Potter, are aware of his location?"
Harry simply raised his chin, "Possibly. I want to propose a defence to clear him, without capture, in exchange for his services to the Order and the Ministry themselves, to aid us in the hunt and capture of the Death Eater fugitives, and the remaining hostages."
Gawain shook his head, and seemed to chuckle mockingly at the request, "Mr. Potter, Severus Snape is a Death Eater as per the Mark branded onto his skin, therefore he must be judged fairly as with the other Death Eaters. He is required to answer for the death of Albus Dumbledore, as with the other crimes within the Second War. He shall receive no special treatment."
"Not even on word from the one who defeated Voldemort? He was a spy for Dumbledore – not against, " Harry responded, defensively, "He already confirmed that during the trial against Igor Karkaroff in the First War. I know because I saw that memory."
Gawain raised his eyebrow, "And, would you be willing to prove Albus' grand plan before the Council?"
"Only my word – "
"Your word, Mr. Potter, is not sufficient enough. Chosen One, or not."
"The only proof I have are my memories, and Severus', on the night Dumbledore asked him to kill him. It was all planned, sir. Dumbledore wasn't going to leave physical evidence laying around to compromise his position."
Griselda raised her hand, interruptedly, "Mr. Potter, you must understand that we cannot allow memories as viable evidence due to their nature of being tampered with."
Harry turned to the elderly woman, "I am aware of that, but Severus did what he was instructed to. I am able to rally up people in his defence if you need it. But right now, Severus is the reason you currently have fugitive Death Eaters sitting in Azkaban, and innocent lives have been rescued because of him. Severus is the reason I'm still alive, and I would have died seven years ago if it weren't for him. I won't allow him to be treated like a criminal."
"I was one of the captives at the Tintern Quarry and the rescue was orchestrated by him, " Ginny added, "He risked his life for us. Ask the other people he rescued that night, and they will support it, too."
Elphias sighed, "Severus is a complicated case, without a doubt. He was always secretive, especially within the Order - We had very little interaction. However, due to his war efforts – good or bad – his crimes cannot go unjudged."
Harry clenched his jaw, "You won't even consider my offer? He is still in service to the Ministry and the Order, despite the target on his back. He is still helping you a lot!"
"We will consider it, Mr. Potter, but you must consider this from our point of view – " The Chief Warlock turned warily to the Minister, "What are your thoughts, Kingsley? Either way, Severus must be tried. Had he not been branded with the Dark Mark; we would have approached this less harshly. Whether he is released on cleared charges, is up to the entirety of the Wizengamot and the Council."
Kingsley clasped the armrests beside him, "I believe, due to the nature of Severus' case, that it will be a fair assessment if we can consider his plea, and those wishing to stand in his defence. We already do have evidence of Severus' defection in the First War from Albus himself, so that must also be taken into consideration. Furthermore, I believe that he should not be tried as a Death Eater and if anyone has the right to support his plea, then it will be the Chosen One."
Harry smiled at Kingsley, grateful for his support, "Thank you, Kingsley, " He turned towards the others again, waiting for their response.
Gawain cleared his throat lightly, "I must also add, that – if we decide for this to go to trial – Severus Snape must be detained for its duration."
"No! I can't let that happen. He – " Harry shook his head and sighed. Ugh, Severus is going to hang me for this, " – He was severely injured by Voldemort on the final night of the Battle of Hogwarts and he almost lost his life. That night he gave me crucial memories that allowed me to defeat Voldemort. I cannot allow you to throw that man in Azkaban. No way!"
Griselda asked, "Is he still fit for trial?"
Harry nodded, "For now."
Kingsley added, "If Severus attends the trial willingly, then perhaps we can avoid detaining him upon medical grounds. That is a fair assessment, is it not, Elphias?"
The older man nodded, "Yes, yes. We shall see. Will he require a St. Mungo's stay?"
Kingsley continued, "As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I can confirm that Madam Poppy Pomfrey – The Head Healer at Hogwarts – has treated Severus Snape in lieu of his role as a spy amongst the Death Eaters. She is privy to his complete medical history, which has remained confidential."
"I see. Has she been approached in light of this situation?"
"Not yet. If you do approve, I can organise that meeting with the Headmistress at Hogwarts to get into contact with her and provide medical clearance to support the plea."
Elphias nodded, "Very well. If you can gain medical clearance for him, then perhaps, he may stand a chance, " He turned back to Harry, "Mr. Potter, any witness who chooses to stand his defence, must be subjected to Veritaserum. Including yourself. If your case is viable and you can sway the majority of the Wizengamot, then perhaps it may work in his favor. Otherwise, be aware that everything will be under scrutiny. Is that understood?"
"Yes. Well, I sure hope you have plenty of that, " Harry spoke, confidently.
Griselda shifted in her seat, "Since you choose not to disclose the whereabouts of Mr. Snape, then I will send an owl to you, detailing the time and date of the hearing, " The elderly woman slowly rose from her seat, as Harry heard a few of her aged bones clicking uncomfortably. She turned to the Minister, "In light of Severus' supposed condition, perhaps we can escalate the trial the sooner the Healer has made her assessment."
Kingsley stood up, as everyone else followed suit, "We will get onto that right away, Griselda."
One by one, Griselda, Elphias, and Gawain made their exit, leaving Percy and Kingsley behind. Harry felt an onslaught of mixed emotions, as he hoped above all else, that he had handled it the best that he could. He was worried that anything he would say would be used against him, further jeopardising Severus' plea for freedom. Harry was worried – that was no lie. It was intimidating enough to confront the Chief Warlock, as opposed to the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. How on earth was he going to face fifty Wizengamot members, along with other members of the Council, and whoever else would be present. Harry alone was nervous enough when he himself faced the Council upon the planned Dementor attack in Little Whinging by Umbridge. But at least during his own trial, he had Dumbledore in his corner. Harry was no Dumbledore – Would the Council be willing to hear the word of the Chosen One?
Every minute that ticked by, caused Harry further doubt within his mind. He only hoped this was the right way to go. Hell, what was even right anymore? It was all unnerving territory. Harry hated dealing with all the political nonsense, though he did still have a shred of confidence in the Ministry under Kingsley's reform. Yet still, he didn't like this situation one bit.
"It'll work out, Harry, " Kingsley said, snapping Harry out of his concerned reverie.
Harry blinked several times, as he looked slightly defeated at Kingsley, "I hope so. I didn't screw that up, did I?"
The Minister shook his head, "Not at all. They heard your plea and your proposal, so now the next step is to wait for the trial to commence. I will get in contact with Minerva and Poppy, meanwhile, it will be wise to gather anyone that will help his cause. If the Council agrees to release him freely back into the public, he will require support from the public."
Hermione looked concerned, "How long do you think the trial would go for?"
"I cannot give you a direct answer. A trial can last from a few hours to several days."
"Well, we best not let it run for days, because Snape would end up cursing the lot of us or slip us some Draught of Living Death in our morning coffees. Or his own, who knows?" Ron stated as Ginny snorted in amusement.
Harry couldn't help but agree, "He's not happy about this, but he'd rather not spend whatever time he left, as a fugitive. He was more than happy to flee, but honestly, what life is that?"
"I agree, fleeing will do him no favors, especially not in the state he is in - " Kingsley raised his chin in concern, " - How is he faring?"
Harry sighed, "Not good. We need to do this now before Severus is too ill to even communicate. We've had too many close calls already."
"I see, " Kingsley slowly began to edge his way back to his desk, "I'm afraid I must end this meeting here. I will contact Minerva right away and have her organise Poppy. Severus will not be happy with this, but he needs to deal with it if we have any hope of a successful outcome. Please relay that to him, Harry."
Harry nodded, "Yeah, I will." That is not going to be a great conversation.
Once they had wrapped up their tedious meeting with Ministry officials, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny began the journey back to Grimmauld Place, discussing the situation in a heated debate. They had a lot to do and think about, and it will take all of their efforts to see this through until the end.
Suddenly Harry had the thought that maybe, it was finally time to confront the portrait of Albus Dumbledore after all.
CH 47: Remember to Breathe