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What I've felt, what I've known ...
08/06/08 - And another update. OK, what I had planned to include in this chapter isn't what was finally in it, but hopefully the thing I intended to be in this chapter will be in the next chapter. GAH!
And thank you to the reviewers. I feel kinda sorry for Ron; so many of you are giving him a bad time, but he did suffer too! SP
Chapter 3: What I’ve felt, What I’ve known, turn the pages, turn to stone
Another week snailed past for the two boys. Harry tried numerous times to speak to Ron, but other than a few short sentences, and showing an even shorter temper, Ron kept silent.
It was ten days after their first conversation that four grim faced Aurors walked in. They split off neatly into pairs. One pair moved silently to stand beside Ron’s bed, the other couple moved to flank Harry’s area.
“Mr Potter,” it wasn’t a question, “the Minister for Magic is eager to commence the trial against those who abused you and Mr Weasley. For that we need your co-operation.”
Harry swallowed herd. He had a horrible feeling what was coming. Either they were going to ask for his memories, or they would just ask him to tell them what had happened, or they would make him take the stand, full of veritaserum. No option was pleasing.
“A vital part of the prosecution rests on your and Mr Weasley’s testimony. We’d like to question you about the events.” For the first time the Auror looked almost human, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take veritaserum to ensure the truthfulness of your statements.”She nodded to her colleague who had a quill and a long roll of parchment with him. “Gibbs here will take notes.”
Harry licked his suddenly dry lips. “Will … will I need to appear in court?”
“No. We’ve asked that the identity of the Death Eaters’ victims is kept secret. The questions and the answers will be read out. Nothing will be said to reveal who you are.”
It reassured Harry to know he wouldn’t have to face Malfoy and Snape. “Where’s the potion?” he asked, eyes going to each Auror in turn.
In the other bed, Ron looked deathly pale, his freckles standing out starkly against his white skin. “Answer questions? Under veritaserum?”
They explained why it was important, and that he wouldn’t have to be in court if he agreed to do as they asked, and he seemed to sag with relief. “Yes,” he whispered, eyes fixed, not on them, but on the blanket covering him.
The two Aurors at his side, one mousy brown and slender, the other stocky and balding, looked relieved, but also as if they were steeling themselves up for an unpleasant task. The woman, (mousy brown), sat on the chair next to his bed, a roll of parchment and a quill at the ready. The man glanced around, saw there was only one chair, and conjured up another to settle on.
Carefully the woman unrolled the parchment and wrote the date and time at the top. She also added her name and her partner’s name.
She then wrote: “Interviewee was given veritaserum at" and looked at the clock on the wall. The man saw the look and reached into his robe. He tugged out the small bottle containing the clear fluid. Silently he passed it to Ron, who took it with shaking hands.
The scribe wrote “15.46” once she saw that Ron had begun swallowing the liquid.
“Can you tell me where you are please?” The male Auror’s voice was pleasant, quiet, calm.
Ron’s emotionless voice spoke clearly. “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the hospital wing, in a bed.”
The woman seemed pleased with the response and watched as the quill copied Ron’s words onto the page. She checked that it had written what had been said. At last she nodded to her partner. “It’s fine,” she said tersely.
He gave a sharp bob of his head to indicate that he had heard and began asking Ron basic questions about his capture. He then moved on to more specific things.
“Describe what happened after the other boy was taken away.”
“Another figure in black moved forward. It was wearing a mask. It leant down and grabbed me by my hair. The figure pulled me down the corridor and into a room.”
“Was the other boy in the room?”
“No.” Ron showed no sign of distress or impatience at the questions, or at having to wait whilst the Auror formulated his next query. He sat in his bed, leaning back slightly on the pillows, eyes fixed still on the cover.
“What did the figure do once you were in the room?”
“He took off his mask and his outer robe. He looked at me and smiled.”
“Did you recognise him?”
“Yes.”
“Who was it?” The question was asked quickly, eagerly, but Ron did not react to the change in tension. His response came out clearly and with no inflection.
“Lucius Malfoy.”
“You’re sure? It couldn’t have been someone using polyjuice potion?”
“I’m sure. I was in the room with him for several hours and he drank nothing in that time. I’m sure it was Lucius Malfoy.”
“Tell me what Lucius Malfoy did to you.”
The voice, still speaking expressionlessly, did as requested. The woman paled as details of Ron’s torture were recounted. She glanced down now and again at the quill, coolly recording everything that was being said. Her hands shook.
Her partner’s voice wasn’t quite steady when he asked for clarification of some details. “He healed the injury, you say. Was that out of a sense of pity, do you think?”
“No. The wound would have killed me. He told me he was healing it so that I would last longer. He said he wanted me to suffer.”
In the other bed, Harry was answering a question too.
“He had sex with me.” His voice too was lacking in emotion.
“Did you want him to have sex with you?” This time, the male Auror was recording the information, and the female Auror asking the questions. Harry’s pair were both bland and almost featureless. The woman’s only noticeable feature was her pure white floor length hair. Her partner had equally long raven coloured hair.
“No, I didn’t.”
“He forced himself on you without consent?”
“No.”
Harry’s response surprised the Aurors.
“Can you clarify? Did Severus Snape have non-consensual sex with you? Did you give your consent, even though you did not want sex with him?”
“Severus Snape did not have non-consensual sex with me. I gave my consent, even though I did not want sex with him.”
It was on her lips to ask, “Why?” but she didn’t. Instead she said, “Did anyone else have sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Lucius Malfoy.”
After clarifying that Harry was sure it was Malfoy, and not someone polyjuiced, she went on, “Did Lucius Malfoy have non-consensual sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“You did not give him permission?”
“I did not give him permission.”
“You told him “No”?” she was making doubly sure.
“I told him “No”,” Harry asserted.
“He had sex with you, even though you had told him no?”
Like Ron, Harry did not seem distressed or annoyed at the repetitive nature of the questions. He merely answered quietly, “Lucius Malfoy had sex with me, even though I had made it clear that I did not want to have sex with him.”
It was a long time later that the four Aurors left, all shaken by their experiences that afternoon. Coupled with the sick feeling each had to some degree, was a feeling of triumph. They had enough evidence to ensure that the ones most responsible for the boys’ conditions would be going to Azkaban for a very long time.
And thank you to the reviewers. I feel kinda sorry for Ron; so many of you are giving him a bad time, but he did suffer too! SP
Chapter 3: What I’ve felt, What I’ve known, turn the pages, turn to stone
Another week snailed past for the two boys. Harry tried numerous times to speak to Ron, but other than a few short sentences, and showing an even shorter temper, Ron kept silent.
It was ten days after their first conversation that four grim faced Aurors walked in. They split off neatly into pairs. One pair moved silently to stand beside Ron’s bed, the other couple moved to flank Harry’s area.
“Mr Potter,” it wasn’t a question, “the Minister for Magic is eager to commence the trial against those who abused you and Mr Weasley. For that we need your co-operation.”
Harry swallowed herd. He had a horrible feeling what was coming. Either they were going to ask for his memories, or they would just ask him to tell them what had happened, or they would make him take the stand, full of veritaserum. No option was pleasing.
“A vital part of the prosecution rests on your and Mr Weasley’s testimony. We’d like to question you about the events.” For the first time the Auror looked almost human, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take veritaserum to ensure the truthfulness of your statements.”She nodded to her colleague who had a quill and a long roll of parchment with him. “Gibbs here will take notes.”
Harry licked his suddenly dry lips. “Will … will I need to appear in court?”
“No. We’ve asked that the identity of the Death Eaters’ victims is kept secret. The questions and the answers will be read out. Nothing will be said to reveal who you are.”
It reassured Harry to know he wouldn’t have to face Malfoy and Snape. “Where’s the potion?” he asked, eyes going to each Auror in turn.
In the other bed, Ron looked deathly pale, his freckles standing out starkly against his white skin. “Answer questions? Under veritaserum?”
They explained why it was important, and that he wouldn’t have to be in court if he agreed to do as they asked, and he seemed to sag with relief. “Yes,” he whispered, eyes fixed, not on them, but on the blanket covering him.
The two Aurors at his side, one mousy brown and slender, the other stocky and balding, looked relieved, but also as if they were steeling themselves up for an unpleasant task. The woman, (mousy brown), sat on the chair next to his bed, a roll of parchment and a quill at the ready. The man glanced around, saw there was only one chair, and conjured up another to settle on.
Carefully the woman unrolled the parchment and wrote the date and time at the top. She also added her name and her partner’s name.
She then wrote: “Interviewee was given veritaserum at" and looked at the clock on the wall. The man saw the look and reached into his robe. He tugged out the small bottle containing the clear fluid. Silently he passed it to Ron, who took it with shaking hands.
The scribe wrote “15.46” once she saw that Ron had begun swallowing the liquid.
“Can you tell me where you are please?” The male Auror’s voice was pleasant, quiet, calm.
Ron’s emotionless voice spoke clearly. “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the hospital wing, in a bed.”
The woman seemed pleased with the response and watched as the quill copied Ron’s words onto the page. She checked that it had written what had been said. At last she nodded to her partner. “It’s fine,” she said tersely.
He gave a sharp bob of his head to indicate that he had heard and began asking Ron basic questions about his capture. He then moved on to more specific things.
“Describe what happened after the other boy was taken away.”
“Another figure in black moved forward. It was wearing a mask. It leant down and grabbed me by my hair. The figure pulled me down the corridor and into a room.”
“Was the other boy in the room?”
“No.” Ron showed no sign of distress or impatience at the questions, or at having to wait whilst the Auror formulated his next query. He sat in his bed, leaning back slightly on the pillows, eyes fixed still on the cover.
“What did the figure do once you were in the room?”
“He took off his mask and his outer robe. He looked at me and smiled.”
“Did you recognise him?”
“Yes.”
“Who was it?” The question was asked quickly, eagerly, but Ron did not react to the change in tension. His response came out clearly and with no inflection.
“Lucius Malfoy.”
“You’re sure? It couldn’t have been someone using polyjuice potion?”
“I’m sure. I was in the room with him for several hours and he drank nothing in that time. I’m sure it was Lucius Malfoy.”
“Tell me what Lucius Malfoy did to you.”
The voice, still speaking expressionlessly, did as requested. The woman paled as details of Ron’s torture were recounted. She glanced down now and again at the quill, coolly recording everything that was being said. Her hands shook.
Her partner’s voice wasn’t quite steady when he asked for clarification of some details. “He healed the injury, you say. Was that out of a sense of pity, do you think?”
“No. The wound would have killed me. He told me he was healing it so that I would last longer. He said he wanted me to suffer.”
In the other bed, Harry was answering a question too.
“He had sex with me.” His voice too was lacking in emotion.
“Did you want him to have sex with you?” This time, the male Auror was recording the information, and the female Auror asking the questions. Harry’s pair were both bland and almost featureless. The woman’s only noticeable feature was her pure white floor length hair. Her partner had equally long raven coloured hair.
“No, I didn’t.”
“He forced himself on you without consent?”
“No.”
Harry’s response surprised the Aurors.
“Can you clarify? Did Severus Snape have non-consensual sex with you? Did you give your consent, even though you did not want sex with him?”
“Severus Snape did not have non-consensual sex with me. I gave my consent, even though I did not want sex with him.”
It was on her lips to ask, “Why?” but she didn’t. Instead she said, “Did anyone else have sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Lucius Malfoy.”
After clarifying that Harry was sure it was Malfoy, and not someone polyjuiced, she went on, “Did Lucius Malfoy have non-consensual sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“You did not give him permission?”
“I did not give him permission.”
“You told him “No”?” she was making doubly sure.
“I told him “No”,” Harry asserted.
“He had sex with you, even though you had told him no?”
Like Ron, Harry did not seem distressed or annoyed at the repetitive nature of the questions. He merely answered quietly, “Lucius Malfoy had sex with me, even though I had made it clear that I did not want to have sex with him.”
It was a long time later that the four Aurors left, all shaken by their experiences that afternoon. Coupled with the sick feeling each had to some degree, was a feeling of triumph. They had enough evidence to ensure that the ones most responsible for the boys’ conditions would be going to Azkaban for a very long time.