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This job didn't pay enough.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" the potions master hissed.
The man gulped. In one moment he went from a proud attorney to a first year who had exploded a cauldron. From the gleam in Severus' eye, it was clear that he still enjoyed his power to intimidate former students.
The man was not being paid enough to relive the most terrifying moments of his Hogwarts years.
"I am not putting my wife's life in jeopardy again," Severus reiterated. "The second the sun sets I will be in Australia where I belong."
"Mister Snape," the man cleared his throat. "Without your statement, it will be difficult to convict Molly of conspiring to kill you, and almost killing your wife."
"Why can you not convict Molly based on Hermione's statement alone?"
"We need as complete a picture of what happened as possible, which includes your testimony."
"If you cannot convict Molly based on Hermione's statement alone you are not much of a prosector. Merlin knows my son has won his cases with far less evidence than you have."
"Your son is a defense attorney, but we must prove Molly is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. That will be difficult without your testimony."
"Find a way to do it without me."
"I don't know how possible that will be."
"Make it possible."
The potions master turned around. He eyes softened and his scowl vanished. "Yes, Hermione?"
"Are you finished with Mr. Hitchens?"
"We will be done soon enough."
Severus' expression returned to that of a professor dealing with a defiant third year. "I do not appreciate being kept from my wife when she needs me. Leave so I can properly tell her goodbye before the sun sets."
"She needs you to give your statement."
"She needs to know I am safe."
"You will both be safer when Molly is behind bars."
"Love, may I speak with you for a moment?"
He gave the man a quick glare before gliding into his wife's room. The man took two steps, but dared not go any further.
"Is that attorney here to speak with you about what happened last night?" Hermione asked.
Severus' voice was tender. "He is."
"Does he needs you to come with him now?"
"No, he needs me to come with him in a few hours."
"In a few hours?"
"Yes, he cannot take my statement without my remembering everything."
"Which would require you developing amnesia once more."
She placed a loose strand of her husband's hair and tucked it behind his ear. "If you have time, come see me after you give your statement."
He shook his head. "That will not be possible. I am going to Australia before the sun sets."
"No, you're going to give your testimony."
"There is no need for that."
"According to him, there seems to be."
"They can obtain justice some other way."
"But the best way is for you to give your testimony."
"They seem to believe that is the case."
"Then give the statement."
"You heard me."
"We deserve justice."
"Love, you are alive and safe. That is already more than I have ever deserved."
"No, you deserve justice for what happened to me too. We both deserve justice."
"We need to focus on your health, not pursuing charges against Molly."
"We've denied ourselves justice for too long. We let Ron escape to Peru, and then let Percy poison the water. We need to stop at least one of the Weasleys. This is our chance."
"Surely there is another way."
Hermione rubbed his hand. "Why are you so reluctant to do this?"
He rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand. "If I become amnesiac, I know my only concern will be to find you. If I find you the aurors will not be far behind. That will put you in great danger."
"Even if they chase you, I may not be in as much danger as you believe."
Severus raised an eyebrow.
"I'm in a hospital surrounded by guards."
"Who did nothing to protect you last night."
"They were unaware that I was in danger."
"That is no excuse for what occurred."
"I don't think last night will repeat itself."
"What makes you so certain of that?"
"I am well-protected here, but I won't be if Molly escapes justice again." She rubbed his arm. "Please, for me, give your testimony."
"For you Love," he brushed his lips against hers. "For you I will."
Her eyes glistened. "Could I ask one more favor from you?"
She sat up straighter. "If you are released before dawn, please come and see me."
He lowered his voice. "Why would you want to see me during an episode?"
"Up until we married, you were always so haunted by your past. Sometimes even now I can see you reliving every mistake you made before we wed. Even if you were amnesiac when you saw me fall ill, even if you will regain your memory forever, I don't want any part of you to be haunted by me. So please, come see me so your amnesiac self can find peace."
He embraced her. "What did I ever do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"
She wrapped her arms around him. "You took me in when nobody else would, and you loved me. In the end, that's all I ever wanted or needed."
"Gods I love you."
"That is quite fortunate for me, because I love you too."
He kissed her cheek. "Take care of yourself in my absence. Remind the mediwitches and healers what will happen if you are not treated as the wonderful witch you are."
"Severus," she laughed. "You don't need to intimidate everyone in order to get your way."
"But, Love, the tactic is more than effective," Severus purred.
"You'll never stop being a git, will you?" Hermione's eyes glistened.
"Never," he teased.
She pretended to smack him. "Go give your statement, and feel free to come back when you are done."
The second Severus turned to the man, he transformed from a loving husband to a snarling potions master. Still it was difficult for anyone to cower in the face of someone who had been so loving with his wife ten seconds ago.
"Finish my interrogation as soon as you can. My wife needs me by her side," Severus warned.
The man stifled a smile as he meditated on the fact that the most fearsome professor in Hogwarts had ever known, was in fact, capable of being deeply in love.
"Wait," Violet's eyes grew. "You really think Fawkes can save Mum and Dad?"
Rose pulled a book from her bookshelf. "I do not think so, I know so."
Rose opened her book and pointed to a diagram. "Look at this!"
Violet obeyed her sister.
"It shows how magic is diffused. So far the fire plays no effect other than heating them, but what if it could supply its own magic?"
"I've never thought of that."
"Dad and I have tried every mixture of every ingredient. We have looked at changing everything, except the fire itself."
"But if you take the fire from a phoenix, it might have the magical properties necessary for the cure."
Rose shut the book. "Exactly."
"Wow," Violet whispered. "I could be the key to curing Mum and Dad."
"Exactly." Rose set the book on the coffee table. "You need to find Fawkes as soon as possible."
"No pressure on me then."
"Nope, none at all. They are only our parents you are attempting to cure."
Violet took a shaky breath. "What if I don't find Fawkes? That's a very distinct possibility."
Rose out a hand on her sister's shoulder. "We will deal with that if it happens, but I do not think that will be an issue."
Violet gulped. "Do you think Fawkes will want to come back to help Dad? I mean, the last Fawkes saw of Dad he had just, you know…"
"I don't know how much Fawkes knows about the situation with Dumbledore. For all we know Fawkes could still hate Dad."
"Or he overheard the conversation between Dad and Dumbledore and knows much more than we think he does."
"True, but if that's the case why hasn't he come back yet?"
"I do not know, but he must have his reasons."
"Whatever they are, I am sure you will discover them and persuade him to return."
"What if I don't find him, or persuade him to return." Violet stepped away from Rose. "Before I might not get into the university of my choice, but now I may not save my parents. Those are much larger stakes."
"I know, and I do not mean to put too much pressure on you," Rose stepped closer to her sister. "Still, you are a young adult and deserve to know the importance of your mission."
"And I appreciate you not treating me like a child, I really do, but," Violet's lower lip quivered. "Part of me just wants Daddy and Mummy to hug me and make everything better."
"I know you do," Rose whispered. "All I have wanted these last few months is for Mum and Dad to hold me, but they cannot do so."
"No, they cannot."
"Right now they need us to hold them. They need our support. It is a difficult task, but we must help them in any way we are able to do so."
"Agreed." Violet locked eyes with Rose. "As soon as I wake up tomorrow, I will pack my belongings. Hagrid and I hope to be out by noon."
"I am glad to hear it," Rose replied.
"Before you ask," Violet grinned. "Yes, I will give you a goodbye kiss. Then I'll tell Mum, Dad, and Victor that I'm leaving."
"We would all like that very much."
Violet began to exit the room, but she paused halfway to the door. She spun around and hugged her sister. "I love you."
"I love you too." Rose massaged her back, hoping she wasn't making a mistake in sending Violet out into the woods on what may be an impossible mission.