Little did he know that Amelia had other ways to tell. She had been studying some Muggle ways and now could tell the difference between a male skeleton and a female's. It was simple for the trained eye, that and if there was any indication of Polyjuice, then the man before her was doomed.
"Okay, Barty. I'm going to dig up that grave, and if what I think is correct, then you will be put under Veritaserum and made to answer my questions." The only reason she wasn't dosing him to the gills, was because she didn't have the leeway she had with Snape. This man was a respected government official, so she had to proceed more carefully. "One last time, how did your son escape?"
"I'm… I'm sure I have no idea."
"Fine," she all but snarled as she snatched up her things and left the room. "Get that grave dug up and bring a picture of the remains. Check them for Polyjuice. If you have to, bring the whole thing here," she ordered, pointing at two Aurors that had been listening to the questioning.
The two men scrambled to comply.
She stomped down the hall and entered the room with Albus Dumbledore. "Headmaster," she addressed him, taking the chair opposite of him, and setting up her pad and pen.
"Why am I here, Amelia?" the grandfatherly man asked as he sat back, like he was the one in charge. "Everything I have done was within my capacity."
"How can you even ask that?" she asked, gobsmacked that this man thought what he did was okay. "You kidnapped a minor and threw him in front of a dragon," she answered as if it were obvious, which it should have been. "That is attempted murder at best. What if the dragon had breathed fire on him, before he got his shield up? You left him laying on the ground, unconscious, and only revived him when he was in great danger."
"I was making sure that young Harry competed. It was imperative that the boy not lose his magic. He is needed for the return of Voldemort. For only he can defeat him," Albus stated as if it were fact and nothing anyone said would change his mind. Which, of course, was true, once he got an idea in his head, it rarely left, or altered.
"You have spouted this statement off for years; however, you have yet to give one shred of evidence that You-Know-Who will return. Now you are adding that Harry Potter is essential in his defeat, can you elaborate on that?" she asked with a lifting of an eyebrow, though she had a great deal of doubt that he would. No, Dumbledore kept his facts to himself, only giving tidbits of information at a time.
"You and the Ministry are not equipped to handle such information. You merely have to take my word that Voldemort will return, and only Harry can defeat him," was the evasive answer, complete with twinkling eyes as he tried to read her reaction to that. Oh, he wasn't as far gone as to enter her mind, no, but he wanted to gage her response. His eyes just tended to twinkle when he was concentrating. It was his own fault, when he was young he spelled his eyes to do that when he was happy, but instead they would twinkle when he concentrated hard at anything.
"Albus, unless you can tell me more, these charges will bring you before the Wizengamot. I implore you to tell me what you know," Amelia tried to reason with the stubborn man. She looked at a spot above his shoulder. Like Snape there were many rumors, including Potter's recent accusation of mind-rape, that this man had no issue violating people's privacy. However, unless she got him under the serum, then there was no way to prove it. She could take Potter's case and run with it, but the old man had been within his rights.
"I have no doubt that they will take my word that I was doing the right thing. Now, tell me what is happening with Severus. He has my complete confidence," Dumbledore questioned, dismissing his own charges as unimportant. He knew that he was just too important to the Wizarding World to worry about jail time.
"I can't tell you. There is an ongoing investigation. You're going to have to wait," she said through clenched teeth. She really hated it when this man waved her away, like an annoying fly. His condescending attitude really got on her nerves. "Albus, tell me why you felt the need to put the Wizarding World's boy hero in danger?" she asked, hoping to get back on track.
"He was never in danger. There were many precautions to prevent death," the Headmaster once more waved the question away.
"What kind of precautions?"
"I cannot tell you that. I am sworn to secrecy on everything to do with the tournament," was the kind answer, which was technically true, though only half so. He couldn't reveal the tasks, but the protections were not under the oath. Mostly because there were so few. For example, the first task only had the dragon handlers, who were instructed to not interfere unless the beast got free, or the contestant was on fire, and only then if the fire lasted more than two minutes. However, the Ministry didn't need to know that.
"Albus, I'm going to need more than that," she snapped. This was not a good day, the questioning was not going as smoothly as she had hoped, and she really didn't want to deal with this man's cunning ways.
"Alas, Amelia, I am afraid I have nothing more to give," Dumbledore replied in his most sincere voice.
"Then you will be facing charges. You are to remain here until such time as a trial can be arranged."
"Very well," the old man sighed as he waved his hand and cast a cushioning charm on the hard chair. It was the most he could really do wandlessly. He was glad that handing over the Elder Wand did not make it change masters.
The head of the DMLE left the room and started barking orders. She was going to make a case on these three men if it was the last thing she did.