Harry waved his hand and saw that the magic was being syphoned out of the stone, though he had no idea where. So, he looked for the connection, and with a slicing motion, cut it. The stone brightened and started to glow. Seeing that it needed more power, he laid his hands on it and pushed some of his magic into it. It then got so bright in the room that he had to close his eyes, until he thought some shades on his face.
"Harry, stop. Wizards aren't meant to charge ward stones alone. It takes up to six people. Unless you're as powerful as the Headmaster…" he trailed off as he watched the teen stand firm, having conjured his own sunglasses.
"I'm almost done," the dark-haired wizard stated as he continued to feed the stone. After about five minutes, he stopped and removed his hands. "There, now the wards are at full strength. I'm upset at the Headbastard for draining them in the first place. I have no idea where he was putting the magic, but I'll be damned if I let him do it again," he snarled as he waved his hand and a golden dome was erected around the stone. Now only someone with the intent of charging the stone could get near it. There would be no more adjustments, unless it was for the betterment of the school. Not even the Marauders' Map would work now.
He waved his hand again and got rid of all the ridiculous wards that only hindered the students, like the one that made electricity not work. He was sure that the person who added it was one that didn't like Muggles. He then added a non-bullying ward, now there would be punishment for attacks on classmates. Not even the teachers would get away with mistreating students.
"Are you sure it was Albus? It could have been anyone who has access to this room. I found it as a teen, and I'm sure I'm not the last," the werewolf stated, not wanting to believe the Headmaster would do such a thing.
"I concede that point, but whoever it was is a right bastard," the teen said as he made his way out of the room.
"Language," Remus reprimanded, making Harry snarl at him.
"Do not correct me. I'm old enough that I can curb my tongue when I want. Right now, I don't feel the need. You don't hold any authority over me, so don't think you can tell me how to speak," the boy lashed out.
Remus sighed, this was going to take longer than he thought.
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Amelia's POV
Amelia Bones sat opposite from the prisoner, setting aside a legal pad and pen, waving her wand for them to start writing, and then folding her hands and resting them on the table. "The Questioning of Professor Severus Tobias Snape…" the Head of the DMLE started rattling off all the legal jargon that was needed for a formal statement. When she finished making the report proper, she turned back to the man and asked, "Tell me, Mr. Snape, why is it that you have a potion that can render a person without memory?"
They had only just gotten all those they arrested into separate rooms, and now it was time for questioning. So far it had been a long day. She just got off the Floo with St. Mungo's and they were not hopeful that Crouch Jr. would recover. She had dug up everything she could on the three men in her care, but there was little to be of use.
The only one with a dark past was the man sitting at the table. Which was frustrating, since it was up to her, or another higher member of the DMLE, to present the cases before the Wizengamot. She was personally going to take this case, and that of Crouch Sr. She still had doubts about holding Dumbledore. That man was just too manipulative.
The room was empty but for the metal table, four hard and bolted down chairs, and the hanging candle globe above their heads. There was a two-way mirror on the west wall, which they hardly ever used. The only time it was used, was when the Minister, or members of the Wizengamot, wanted to see the questioning.
Right now, she had four guards posted there. She was positive that this man was dangerous. She didn't give a good goddamn that Albus Bloody Dumbledore thought him safe. She never underestimated Death Eaters, be they 'reformed' or not. No, they were all to be treated with great caution.
"I will not answer that without the Headmaster present," the now ex-professor stated, also putting his clasped hands on the table. Outside he looked the epitome of calm, but inside he was a mass of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was angry at Potter for getting him into this mess. Couldn't that blasted boy keep his mouth shut? How did he regain the memory of that night anyway? Were his other memories coming back? That would be troublesome.
On the other, he was relieved that perhaps all the spying and role-playing might be over. The line was getting thinner as to who would win, and he didn't want to be caught in the middle. He knew the Dark Lord would come back, and this might actually work in his favor in getting on the… man's good side. However, it might go against him with Dumbledore. Burning the candle at both ends was now getting him… well, burned.
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