Amelia waved her wand and force his head to tilt back and his tongue to stick out. It was a spell she used when Susan was younger and didn't want to take her potions. She had only had to use it twice on her niece, but found it very helpful here at work. She stood, took the vile, placed three drops on the prisoner's tongue and then recapped the tube , released the spell and sat. "Why do you have a potion that is the equivalent of the Imperius and Obliviatation spells?" was the first question. The pen continued to write, and Bones knew she would have to keep the questions short and concise.
"I have many enemies, and they are blackmailing me. This potion was supposed to take the memories from them, and implant the suggestion that they leave me alone," Snape said in a flat voice, indicating that the potion was working.
"How did Mr. Potter get ahold of it?"
"I do not know. It was in a warded cabinet that he should not have been able to open."
'Shite, that might hurt the case,' she thought and then went on. "Why did you have such a volatile potion in the school?"
"Where else was I to brew? I am in the school most of the year. The Headmaster has me on a pretty tight leash. That and I did not think the dunderheads would be able to get past my wards."
"Was your intention to ever use this potion to control someone?" she asked, and thought, 'There, that might help, pending on his answer.'
"Yes, I wanted Black, and a few others, under my complete control."
"What was your plan for Black?" she inquired, thinking that this man really had it out for Sirius Black.
"It was my intention to make him pay for all the tricks he foisted on me when we attended school together."
"How?"
"He was going to be my slave."
"And Mr. Potter? Did you intend to use it on him as well?"
Snape fought the serum, but it held him tight in its grip. He attempted to hold his tongue, but the truth potion forced him to reply. "Yes," he bit out.
"In what manner?"
"I was going to wipe his memory of the way I treated him in class, and make him more compliant with my style of instruction. If the Board found out, then my career would be over."
"Why didn't you?"
"As it was, the public always saw him as the next Dark Lord, or an attention-seeking child, and I did not need to use it. However, were the tide to turn, then I would have dosed him without regret."
"Do you read the minds of children?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Those little devils are always up to something. They call me names behind my back, and I need to know what the children of Death Eaters are thinking. I am in a very precarious position."
Thanks to that answer, she could now ask this question, "Tell me, Mr. Snape, are you a Death Eater?"
"Yes."
"Did you become one willingly?"
"Yes."
"Are you a spy for Albus Dumbledore?"
"When it suits me."
"Then you are also a spy for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
"Yes."
With that statement the questioning came to a close, for it sealed his fate. There was no way he would be exonerated. She finished the report, making it official, picked up the serum, and pocketing it as she left. The truth serum would wear off on its own. She went down the hall and entered the room that held Crouch Sr.
"Hello, Barty," she said as she took her seat.
"Amelia," he answered with a nod.
"It's a shame to see you here. Well, let's get started. Hopefully you are more cooperative than my last prisoner," she stated, setting up her pad and pen.
Her statement made Crouch flinch. He never thought he would be on the other side of these tables. Oh, he knew he had broken the law, but to be caught never entered his mind. Damn his son for getting his free will back. At this moment in time, he hoped that bloody Death Eater died. "Yes, a shame," he answered through gritted teeth.
"Now, tell me how your son got out of prison," she said with a questioning tone.
"I'm sure I have no idea," the man lied. He was going to stick to that answer, knowing they wouldn't dare to question him with Veritaserum. Not without evidence, which was lacking.
"You see; I don't believe you. You were the last person to see him, before he was 'found dead'. Coincidently that was the same time your wife died. Now I, for one, don't believe in coincidences, so you had better have a better story than that." She narrowed her eyes at the man, and restlessly tapped her finger on the table. She had known and worked with this man for years, and she didn't want to believe that he broke the law. However, she also knew that he would have done anything for his ailing wife. She would not put it past the then dying woman to request that her son be freed as her last wish. "How did your son escape?"
"I'm sure I have no idea," he said again.
"Barty, please don't make me dig up that grave. If I find your wife in there, then I will have no choice but to throw the book at you," she all but pleaded.
"I'm sure I have no idea," he once more stated, though now he was worried. 'Would there be enough of a body left to be of evidence? No, there can't be, too much time has passed. I don't want them to defile my wife's remains; however, I'm sure it will lead to nothing,' he thought as he went over what little wizards knew about corpses. They relied on spells to see what was what. He was sure that by now the Polyjuice would have dissipated, and no spell that he knew of could tell what gender a skeleton was.
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