Amelia's POV
Amelia was just finishing her morning tea, when the house elf popped in and gave her a letter. She read it and decided that she would question Snape today. She finished off some paperwork, secured her office, grabbed two Aurors, and made her way to Azkaban.
The dark foreboding island was not a place she liked to go. There was no warden, there was no spell casting, the was no hope for the prisoners to escape, or so they thought until Black and Crouch Jr. left. It was only outside the building that the guards could use magic. There were no lower security cellblocks, everyone suffered the same no matter what the crime. Since the Wizarding World deemed prisoners as too dangerous to be taken out of their cells, there was no interrogation room. The only way to keep the Dementors off was a charmed necklace that was obtained from the gate guards.
Getting said necklaces, she and her Aurors made their way to Snape's cell. She had no choice but to question him here, making her heave a great sigh that this could condemn the man even more. Not that he'd ever leave, most prisoners died before they got out. Only those sentenced to serve minimal time were lucky enough to get reprieved with their minds intact. She still had no idea how Black did it, though Crouch Jr was quite mad.
When the greasy man saw the woman who put him here, he sneered, looking down his long-hooked nose at her. He was dirty, greasier than ever, and angry. Oh, so very angry. It was his self-righteous indignation that was keeping him from going stark raving mad, unlike the Death Eaters near him, who were all insane.
He was sure that everything he did was justifiable; therefore, he was not meant to be locked up, not while Black and Dumbledore were free. Sure, the Headmaster escaped, but the old man could've rescued him as well. After everything he had done for the man, Albus just left him to hang. He should have known that Potter would come first. He always does. While those thoughts and feelings didn't keep the Dementors away, it did make their aura… less. His Occlumency helped as well.
"Mr. Snape, I have a few questions to ask you," Bones said, holding up a familiar vial of clear liquid. "We can do this the easy way, or…" she jiggled the small bottle to finish that sentence.
"What do you want to know?" the greasy man asked, leaning against the wall casually.
"First, what can you tell me about Albus Dumbledore? Where would he hide? What is so important that he would flee? Why does he want to talk to Mr. Potter?" she fired off, setting up her pen and paper.
"I cannot tell you where he is. He lived at the castle year-round, so I am not privy to any of his houses. There is a prophecy that predicts that Potter is the one who will vanquish the Dark Lord. Albus is certain he will return and that only the brat will defeat him," he sneered at the thought, not bothering to keep his voice down. He could care less what these people thought, they were never going to leave. Well, unless the Dark Lord got his body back, but Snape was condemned anyway. That statement caused the Death Eaters in that cellblock to start screaming that Snape was a traitor. The man just scoffed at them. "I only know the first part, but it does say that a child born as the seventh month dies will be the one to do it."
"How do you know this?" she asked, angry that the old man kept this secret. This was vital information. If she had known she would've done more to keep her department from being depleted to a skeletal crew. Now, she was going to have to get the boy to the Ministry to hear it. She needed to be prepared.
"I was there when Trelawney spouted it," he answered with a shrug. "I was a loyal Death Eater then and went straight to the Dark Lord to let him know." He heard his prison mates once again take up the call. He knew when the Dark Lord came back, his life was forfeit. Right now, he could care less.
"When did you turn spy?" she asked. That had always bothered her, spies could not be trusted unless they truly reformed. She doubted this man had. From what she heard about his treatment of the student, no, he was still an… enemy, maybe that was too harsh, but he was not a good man.
"When I found out that the Potters were a target. Lily was my best friend as a child, and I didn't want to see her dead," he snarled out, not wanting to think about the worst moment of his life. It would drive the Dementors into a feeding frenzy. He would always hold her dearest in his heart, and he blamed both of his masters for her death. "I begged both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord to protect her. They both failed. It was at that time that I relied only on myself. I played at being a good boy to Dumbledore, while keeping the Death Eaters thinking I was still loyal. Both sides bought it. Idiots, all of them," he laughed at the fools in his life.
"Let me get this straight, it was your word that put the Potters, and the Longbottoms, in jeopardy?" she asked in a snarl. They had thought it was Black all this time. Now, even though the man was free, she was going to have to tell the Wizengamot. More years might be added to this man's sentence, not that he seemed to care. "And Dumbledore knew you knew?" She was getting very tired of the Headmaster's games.
"Of course, he knew, there is little that gets past that man. His brother was the one to throw me out. You might want to ask him where Albus is. Besides, what did I care about some child? At that time, I was very faithful. You can blame Dumbledore for that as well," Severus said, just wanting this woman to go away, so he could wallow in his feelings.
These questions were reminding him of all he lost, and the years of misery that he endured at Hogwarts. He was never meant to be there. No, he was supposed to open his own potion's shop, hire a clerk, and experiment for the rest of his life. Damn those old men and their bloody games. His entire life was ruined because they both played favorites, of which he was not one. Well, Dumbledore would say he was, but truly the Gryffindors always came before Snape.
"Is there anything else I should know about Dumbledore?" she inquired with a lifting of her eyebrow. She wasn't surprised this prisoner put the blame on someone else. It was how the vile man was, nothing was his fault.
"He is keeping a secret. One that would bring the defeat of the Dark Lord. He did not tell me what it was, only that he had everything under control. He made a few references that Potter was to live a very short life. He does not expect the brat to survive the war. I can only guess, but I feel it has something to do with his scar," the ex-professor informed her smugly, a victorious smirk played across his lips. He was glad that boy would die. He should have died in Lily's place.
Amelia snarled and put away her writing instruments. She noted the look of triumph on the man's face. "You are a hateful man, Severus Snape, taking out your woes on a child. Azkaban is too good for you," she snapped and walked away. Her two Aurors following behind.
"Oh, you are very welcome," he sneered back, and then went to the far side of the cell when the Dementors reappeared. His emotions were too raw. He would try to meditate and get his shields stronger. Blast that woman for dredging up the past.
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