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Hermione flipped a parchment aside and continued reading. Vesna had never been in legal trouble, had somewhat decent grades and according to former employers was a team player. Draco had sent over a dossier he had created when he looked into her. The more information he had the better he could defend Severus if things got out of hand.



It baffled Hermione more then ever. A history of outrageous behavior would have worked in Severus’s favor but that was not the case now. She had to find the reason and find it fast. A woman who had in prior interest in older men would no offer a quicky in an alley without expecting something. Even if she had a thing for older men that she wanted to keep secret, why claim rape?



KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!!



She opened the door and smiled. “Ron, Harry,” she let them both in giving them hugs in the frame, “what are you two doing here this late? It’s almost midnight.”



“Hermione, you have to hand this case over.” Harry said having a seat.



“Harry, I’m not handing my case over to anyone.” She said.



“Give it to me or Harry,” Ron said, “the moment you make one mistake, they will say you were trying to exonerate him.”



“I don’t make mistakes when it comes to evidence Ron, and I don’t tamper with evidence to make things go my way. That is not how I built my reputation.”



“I’m thinking of the Professor, Hermione. How is it going to look for his case if they challenge your work?” Ron asked her. “They will challenge your work, if it goes to court.”



“Ron, I know what I’m doing.” She said. “Do you think they will challenge you less? You used to be his student.”



“You used to be his lover Hermione, that’s completely different.” Hermione stared at Ron for several moments then stared at the pile of parchments. The last thing she wanted to do was compromise him in any way.



“Ron, Harry, I have always found the truth, and I don’t intend to ruin that record.” She said firmly, knowing they would say nothing more.







The next morning Hermione got an owl from Neville, and she rushed over to St. Mungo’s. “That took awhile.” She said entering his office to find his nose in a thick book. “Muggle Chemicals? What on earth did you find?”



“The swab I took was for semen, however there were other agents found and they aren’t identifiable in the magical sense, and the girl is a muggle born witch so I decided to look here. Since I had to use muggle methods to classify them, it took longer.”



“So what did you find?” She asked.



“Something called Nonoxynol-9, something called Polyvinyl Alchohol, and something called Glycerin. The semen found was the professors, it’s a match but you said he didn’t deny being there.” He said handing her the parchment.



“Any idea where these chemicals came from?” She asked.



“That’s what this is for?” He said drumming his fingers on the huge volume. “When I get some answers, I’ll let you know.”



“Thanks Neville.” She said turning to leave.







Hermione went to the Ministry of Magic and went to the financial records department. Anyone who makes money through the ministry had their records on file. Since Vesna used Ministry funded aide for university classes, her records would be assessable to Aurors.



According to Hermione there were three obvious motives to consider. Sex, politics and money. Since it wasn’t an obvious habit for her to date of even have sexual rendezvous with older me, sex was out. She was in Hogwarts after the professor stopped teaching and she didn’t run in his social circles, so that eliminated politics as well. That left money.



She smiled to the clerk, a young man just out of Hogwarts from the looks of it. “Hello, I’m Auror Granger, I need the records for Vesna Izzanitch.”



“Sure, right this way.” He led her to a table and shuffled through some piles, before bringing her a file.



Hermione read every word on that paper and groaned. She could find nothing. In the case of rape, it pretty much came down to he-said she-said, and even with Neville’s point of view, it wasn’t looking good for Severus. She wasn’t in debt in any way, she got funds for classes but other then that she made money in a part time job as many others did, so nothing was out of the ordinary.



“Not finding what you need?” The young man asked.



“Let me ask you something, do you have female friends that you associate with, close ones?” She asked.



“Sure, I have about three, and two guys. We always go out during the weekend, like clockwork.” He said with an eager smile.



“Do any of them date older men, or flirt with older men?” She asked, standing and sitting on the table while she talked to him.



“Oh no.” He said with a laugh.



“What’s so funny?” She asked.



“Well, my friends say that the only reason to go out with an old man is if he has money.” He explained.



“Money.” She whispered with wide eyes. She didn’t look at Severus. “I need another file. Severus Snape. He’s a Professor at Hogwarts but he has several patents for potions he created.”



“I got it right here.” He moved to his desk and took a file from a stack on his desk.



“You happened to have this sitting on your desk?” She asked when he came back.



“Well, I haven’t put them back yet.” He said.



“Someone else looked at these files?” She asked.



“Yeah, the one you requested. Izzen……something or another, the cute one. She looked through them a few days ago.” He smiled brightly.



“Why did she want it?” Hermione asked him.



“She…..well she said she needed to get some notes for someone she worked with or something…..she was……” He stammered.



“You let an unauthorized person see Ministry files?” She asked. He froze and swallowed a lump.



Hermione stared at him so hard that she could see the nervousness as he wondered if he had done something wrong, then she leaned down and went through the papers. Just as she thought the file contained documents on how much money came to him through ministry patents as well as how much in taxes he paid as a result of his creations.



She grabbed Vesna’s file again and went through it one more time. There was something she was missing. Money was the issue she knew now, but what type of issue? She looked at her class listing and it seemed strange. It wasn’t consistent with any one field.



She waved her wand over both files, making copies and left the department, heading to the fifth floor when the educational department was located.



“Mr. Starkley, do you know this girl?” She handed the older man the file.



“Yes I do. Why?” He asked.



“She filed a rape charge and I’m investigating. Did she reapply for more classes?” Hermione asked taking the file back.



“Yes, she did but she was denied.” He said reaching into his drawers and pulling out his own file.



“Why was she denied?” Hermione asked, taking a parchment he handed her. It was a list of the classes she took and the ones she planned to take.



“The aide we provide is for students wishing to chose a specific path. The classes she chose were a mixture of fields. She was told that if she wished to learn a trade and begin a career we would help her get there. With classes like these she was taking them just for the sake of taking them. That’s a waste of funds that could be given to someone focused and in need of genuine assistance. If she wanted to take time before choosing a course then she had to pay for it herself.” He explained.



“Was she told of this denial?” Hermione asked.



“Yes, she was.” He said, taking the parchment after she had copied it. “She was owled last week.”



“Last week?” She asked looking up. “Did she receive the letter?”



‘Yes, she was in here the next day to talk about options.” He said. “I told her there were no other options, she would either find a specific course or pay for classes herself.



“Thank you, Mr. Starkley.” She left the office a little more clear about what as happening.



Vesna got a letter saying she would be denied her aide, she sees the Professor at the restaurant, most likely several times since he ate there often with Draco and Lucius. She thinks she can accuse him of rape and maybe blackmail to get the money. However proving that she was planning it would be difficult because she didn’t send Severus any letter demanding money.



As she walked through the Ministry thinking an inter department memo found her and she left for St. Mungo’s immediately.







“What am I doing here?” Vesna asked as she sat down.



“I have some questions.” Hermione asked, sitting across from her as Ron stood behind her.



“What questions?” She was looking at Ron nervously, and that was why Hermione asked him to come with her. Ron’s height and stance could be intimidating when he stood with his arms crossed and said nothing.



“Nonoxynol-9, Polyvinyl Alchohol, and Glycerin.” She said.



“What’s that?” She asked, her eyes still glancing up at Ron.



“It was found in your vaginal swab when you were examined. I got an owl from Healer Longbottom and he’s identified it. It’s contraceptive film.” She said nothing. “You said you weren’t on birth control, so what was a dosage doing inside you?”



“I was going to go see an ex of mine, hoping he would be free. He doesn’t like to use potions so I inserted it before I left.”



“An ex? Which one?” She asked.



“What difference does it make?” She asked looking annoyed.



“Well, there is Henry, who is currently in Italy with family. Stephen and you ended on such bad terms that you avoid him like the plague according to friends. There is Michael who is married, and then there is Justin who has since come out as queer.” Hermione said reading from the dossier that Draco had given him.



“You investigated me?” She asked.



“Yes. I did.” She said. “You see when you were examined there are certain things that the Healer looks for that indicates rape. Healer Longbottom couldn’t find evidence of rape. And the presence of birth control is contradictory to what you said before your exam.”



“I was planning on seeing Michael. I heard he was unhappy in his marriage so I thought he might like a diversion. We had them after we split.” She said.



Hermione nodded. “Alright then, let’s move on to my second question. Why were you looking in Professor Snape’s ministry financial records?”



“I wasn’t.” She said.



“Yes, you were. The clerk identified you.” Vesna said nothing. “Well, if you don’t want to talk that doesn’t matter, because I can talk. You see I also looked at you financials. You are on a Ministry funded grant for classes and you aren’t going to be approved for the new year, so you need the money. You could have easily heard his name from the restaurant, since Vincent was in his house. You figured an older man accused of rape would give you a nice bribe to recant your charge.”



Vesna looked away and leaned back in her chair. “Ron arrest her.” She rose to leave while Ron took out charmed shackles from his back pocket.



“Wait, he raped me.” She said standing and taking a step back.



“No, he didn’t.” Hermione said. “There was no rips or trauma to your vagina or cervix, and your back would have been torn apart if you were pinned against the brick wall. You almost sent an innocent man to Azkhaban just because you wanted money. You are pathetic.” Vesna looked to the floor and said nothing as Ron came forward.



She left Ron to handle Vesna and made her way to Malfoy Manor.