Remember Your Heart

Harry paced in the living room. He had been ready early, too early, and had come downstairs so as not to annoy Severus further. Severus was nervous enough without his fidgeting; not that most could tell. Harry smiled, I can tell. The way his eyes scan the room, the way he presses his lips together in a thin line. He's nervous about this party. I am too. Harry smoothed over his robes, the green ones with the gold trim. Something about the way Severus looked at him when he pulled these from the armoire, the intensity of his gaze, the way Harry felt devoured, well, that certainly left no other reasonable choice, now did it?

He reached out to pour a glass of firewhiskey to settle him and then stopped. No, there will be a lot of liquor flowing tonight, best not start early. I'll need my wits. Sighing, he returned to pacing. It was going to be night without relief. They had a plan to nudge things but, as with all plans, nothing was foolproof. There were even backup plans - but things would be getting desperate if they had to use them. Harry chuckled, how many times did me, Ron and Hermione even have any plan. I'm really rubbing off on Severus if he's going along with this. Harry paused. Or he's desperate.

Harry glanced at the clock. 6:15 p.m. The party was set to start at seven. He resisted the urge to run a hand through his hair, which was not sticking up at the moment. "Let's go," he muttered impatiently. No guests would be there yet and most would be fashionably late. Hermione was most likely there, seeing to the final arrangements. I just want to go and be done with it and come home and give Severus another massage.

Another smile sprang up onto his face. Harry and Severus had gone to see Carol, their new counselor. Harry liked her instantly. She was the grandmother he had never had. In her sixties, she had a grace that spoke of both experience of the world and joy of life. Her smile always touched her eyes and Harry found her easy to speak with as she just seemed to understand whatever he said. Severus didn't talk of his private discussions with Carol, and Harry had not asked, but he did say that he would return. Carol spoke to Harry and Severus together, after their individual sessions, speaking mostly to Harry.

*Flashback*

"You're young and enthusiastic," said Carol to Harry, "which is wonderful. And I can clearly see that you love Severus." Harry nodded. "Let Severus take the lead. In all consideration, I'm surprised that the physical aspect of your relationship had progressed as far as it has. It's okay to go slow. Both of you." She settled her gaze on Severus and Harry, each in turn before continuing. "Since, Severus, you seem to be comfortable with contact with Harry, I would like to suggest that you explore more non-sexual touch, a hand or foot rub, a hug as a greeting, a touch on the shoulder to get attention, things you would feel appropriate doing to a friend or a child. I want you to get comfortable and relaxed with each other."

Harry blushed "And if I find myself aroused anyway?"

"Just let Severus be the one in control," she said, chuckling. "I know a young man's hormones get the best of him." Turning to Severus, "it's okay if Harry's body responds to you, that's a natural thing and hopefully someday a welcome thing. But it's also okay to give yourself space if you are distressed, there's no pressure here, and a simple request to stop is all the explanation you need give." Severus looked quite thoughtful, but merely nodded

That evening, while relaxing before the fireplace, Harry offered to massage his hands.

"I don't think Carol was suggesting that literally," Severus said.

Harry shrugged "It sounded nice."

Severus held out a hand. Harry moved to sit on the footstool in front of Severus' chair. Gently taking the hand between his two, he began to smooth over the back of Severus' hand while his other supported the palm. After a few strokes, he stopped and let Severus' hand go.

"That was less than satisfactory."

Harry stuck out his tongue and summoned some hand lotion. Pouring a bit in his hands, he rubbed it between his palms before picking up Severus' hand again. He smoothed the lotion over the hand and flipping it over, he used his thumbs to massage Severus' palm in smooth circles. Severus settled back in the chair, letting his head drop back and his eyes close. When the palm had been properly attended, Harry turned the hand over and glided his thumbs along the back of Severus' hand. Then, supporting the hand by one of his, Harry began working each long finger individually, kneading, rolling, swirling his fingers around each of Severus', gliding with the slickness of the lotion.

Severus' lips had parted and his mouth had opened slightly. Harry knew he was in trouble, even as he pulled lightly on each finger and firmly rubbed the pad of his thumb on each fingertip, because his thoughts were of kissing that palm and sucking those fingers and how those long nimble fingers would feel touching him. This is supposed to be non-sexual.

After massaging Severus' wrist and stroking over his entire hand several more times, Harry placed the hand on Severus' knee. The other hand was raised and offered. As Harry took it, Severus licked his lips. Harry froze, mesmerized by that tongue sliding over that mouth. Glancing at the hand he now held, he reflected that there was no lotion on these digits to detract from the taste. Tempted, his gazed returned to Severus' face. He's so relaxed, at peace, don't disturb that. Applying more lotion, Harry rubbed it onto Severus' hand with long slow strokes from wrist to fingertips. Severus raised his head and watched. Using his thumbs, he applied pressure in small circles over the back of the hand and palm. Each digit was carefully pulled and then lavished with individual attention. Only when he was sure that all muscle, tendon and bones had been reduced to putty did he put down Severus' hand.

Harry's hands were sore, which was a shame since he was going to need some relief shortly. He smoothed over the hand as it rested on Severus' knee, one last time.

"Thank you," Severus whispered.

Harry looked up and his mouth went dry. He couldn't remember such an open expression on Severus before, a calm face full of warmth. All the moisture his mouth lacked pooled in his eyes. I made him feel like that.

Severus leaned forward, placing his hands on Harry's knees. "My hands feel like they've been worshipped," he rumbled in a low voice that vibrated through Harry.

Harry desperately swallowed to regain his voice and he mentally screamed at the urgency of his body to go away.

"You're aroused," Severus stated flatly and he sat back in his chair, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh God, yes," moaned Harry.

"I'm not," whispered Severus, sadly.

"I'm so sorry," Harry whined. "I've ruined everything."

"Don't be melodramatic," snapped Severus. With a sigh, he rose. "Let's retire for the evening."

Harry nodded, rose and followed Severus upstairs. Climbing into bed after a brief but intense cold shower, Harry felt deflated in more ways than one.

*End Flashback*

Harry had long since ceased pacing while lost in thought. He startled at Severus entering the room. Severus cocked his eyebrow as he regarded Harry.

"Sorry," muttered Harry, "didn't hear you." Then he drank in the ambrosia that was Severus Snape. Forgoing his customary black, Severus' understated silk robes were a deep rich crimson, trimmed simply in black. The excellence of the tailoring and the quality of the fabric spoke more to those with an eye for taste than any embellishment could. Harry noticed how his once black hair, now streaked white and gray, had grown enough to brush against the top of his collar. Harry stepped forward to touch that soft hair, but Severus caught his hand.

"We should leave," said Severus and raised Harry's hand to kiss his palm.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked in a daze.

Severus snorted. "To some fool party."

"Cancelled. Gotta stay home."

Severus smiled and softly kissed him. "Don't splinch yourself," and he disapparated.

Harry sighed heavily and followed.

Arriving at Hogwarts' gates, he joined Severus in the waiting carriage that brought them to the castle proper. From his stiff posture, Harry knew that Severus was anxious and he squeezed his hand; Severus merely nodded in reply.

They made their way to the Great Hall finding Hermione and Rita Skeeter at the entrance. Hermione stepped forward and smiled. "Hello. Did you use the anti-obliviate charm?"

"What charm?" asked Harry, a blank look on his face.

"Oh no!" cried Hermione.

"We spelled each other earlier in the evening," said Severus, glaring at Harry.

Harry shrugged and grinned.

"Really, Harry," an exasperated Hermione retorted.

Rita Skeeter edged forward. "So good to see you again Harry and Mr. Snape. And together.I hope you'll allow me a picture later."

"Hopefully, other pictures will present themselves as the night progresses that are more newsworthy," replied Harry.

"Quite a little puzzle you gave me. My contacts have been rather unhelpful. I did uncover some interesting tidbits..." she trailed off.

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head and glanced back to the Hall where quite a few redheads scurried about.

"What do you want?" asked Harry.

"Perhaps, the chance to speak without Veritaserum?" growled Severus, eyes narrowed with a feral glint. "I am sure she has many things of interest to share."

Rita Skeeter blanched.

"I think exclusive rights will do fine," Harry chuckled. "I play fair, provided such courtesy is returned to me."

"Of course, Harry dear, of course," said Rita, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles from her robes. "Just tidbits so far, not enough for a story you understand. Minister Bones terminated the search for Mr. Snape about the same time as accepting a Michael Mulciber as a ward, the son of a former Death Eater. Mulciber died last year, the cause of which I haven't been able to determine. Nor its relevance. As far as the publishing industry, Hannah Abbott Boot wasn't very clever about hiding her involvement. She is well known in the business and it didn't take much to notify people that the Death Eater, child-molesting, hated potions' master Snape was trying to publish a Defense Against the Dark Arts book of all things."

"Don't speak of him like that," hissed Harry. "He spied for Dumbledore and is most certainly not a child molester." Severus' hand came to rest on his shoulder.

Rita snickered. "Still so naïve.Don't you know that the truth is what people chose it to be?"

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Severus stopped him with a squeeze of his hand. "You'll wear yourself out quickly defending me."

"But--"

"Let see what the night reveals and the effect it will have on public opinion. Do not place much hope there though."

Harry nodded, resigned.

***

The guest began arriving and Harry remained at the entrance with Hermione, greeting people. Severus was standing just far enough away to observe everyone as they entered without the necessity of greeting them.

The enchanted ceiling reflected the clear night sky with an endless bounty of shimmering stars. The band was set up where the head table normally resided and was now playing soft soothing melodies as a backdrop. Above their heads, thousands of candles floated softly illuminating the room and hovering a few inches over each of the round tables that graced the space were a few small glowing spheres.

"Good evening, Professor," Harry and Hermione both chimed as McGonagall arrived.

"Good evening, Harry, Hermione," she responded, inclining her head toward each.

"Thank you for allowing me the use of the Hall," said Harry.

"Your note was quite interesting. Not the best approach for asking for something, I must say. Most people don't take kindly to an assertion that they will be proven wrong." She paused to smile. "However, in this instance, I will not object if I am."

"Then why do you believe such things?" asked Harry.

"For the safety of the children, of course."

"Their safety has never been in question."

McGonagall inclined her head toward Harry and moved past him into the room.

"I don't understand her," muttered Harry.

Hermione sighed. "People have done the most terrible things under the belief that it was the right thing to do."

Harry shrugged and turned to greet more guests.

"Good evening, Minister Bones," he said with false cheer.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." The Minister nodded a brief greeting toward Hermione. "I found it odd that your invitation made no reference as to why you're having this party." Her eyes scanned the room before resting on Severus. She looked at him intensely for a moment before returning her attention to Harry.

"I decided that a celebration was the best way for me to express to the world my joy at recently blessings in my life."

"'Blessings in your life'? Of course," she said and patted his arm. "Of course," she murmured again and walked into the Hall looking strangely sad.

Harry stared after her. "What was that about?"

Now it was Hermione's turn to shrug.

A larger group of guests arrived, consisting of Neville and Susan Longbottom, Michael Corner, Terry and Hannah Boot and Winston Chamberlain. Welcoming words and embraces became jumbled together as greetings were exchanged among the former schoolmates. Harry noted that Ron had slipped into the mix and that if Severus' gaze grew any more intense someone may well burst into flames.

Harry drew Winston aside a little bit from the tumult. Winston was dress in robes of midnight blue, his hair hung loose about his face and Harry found himself again unwilling attracted to him.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior at the banquet some weeks ago," Harry began, "as I left rather abruptly."

Winston gave a winsome smile. "You have nothing to apologize for. I was concerned that I somehow offended you."

Harry forced himself to smile in return. "Not at all. In fact, please accept this small token," he brought out a gold-wrapped candy box, "as a gesture of goodwill." Harry held out the box to Winston.

"Chocolates?" Winston accepted the box, long fingers brushing over Harry's as he did. Opening the box, he ran his hand lightly over the rich dark candies. Stepping closer to Harry, he murmured in a low voice, "Among some cultures, chocolate is considered an aphrodisiac, that's why they're exchanged among lovers."

"Really?" replied Harry, in mock interest. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Severus step closer.

Winston removed a chocolate from the box and inhaled. "Honeyduke's finest, if I'm not mistaken."

Harry arched an eyebrow watching Winston's display and struggling to keep any other emotion from his face, he said, "It's a new line of gourmet chocolates that will soon be for sale."

"Mmm," moaned Winston, slowly biting into the candy. He pulled the uneaten half away and held it out to Harry to sample. Harry shook his head and picked up a chocolate from the box. "Sumptuous," sighed Winston and he placed the rest of the chocolate in his mouth, sucking on the top of his finger as he did. This sensual display was disrupted a moment later when, 'POP', a newt replaced Winston and the box hit the floor with a smack.

"Canary Cream, for old time's sake?"Ron held a box of candies out to Neville.

Laughing, Neville picked up a chocolate and examined it. "I should have known."

"The twins are introducing a whole new line of transfiguration chocolates," continued Ron. "Harry's apparently sampled them all!"

Harry had squatted down beside 'Winston'. "Seems you got the Newt Nougat." Behind him there were chuckles.

Standing up at the next pop, Harry started to apologize. "Sorry, I just--" Harry stopped and stared at the man who had recently been a newt.

It was Michael Mulciber.

Susan screamed and promptly fainted.

***

Michael Mulciber, clearly alive, was standing before them all. Taller and broader than Harry remembered him at fourteen, the dark curly hair remained the same.

"Shit," whispered Harry, "What the hell was in that Newt Nougat?"

"STUPEFY!" shouted Severus, retaining the ability to act while everyone else gaped. Mulciber collapsed, all eyes following his form to the floor.

Neville crouched beside Susan, gently shaking her.

"Well, that was unexpected," Ron finally managed and glanced around to see all the guests equally stunned and staring. "Perhaps we should settle this away from the crowd?"

Rita Skeeter pushed herself forward. "Harry would you like to make a statement? Was this planned in advance? Did you suspect that Winston Chamberlain was a fraud?"

"Silence," hissed Severus while he glaring at her.

"Where's my cousin?" whispered Neville, cradling Susan in his arms.

"Harry, we swear we didn't tamper with the chocolates," pleaded George, while Fred nodded vigorously, both of their gazes glued on the inert body of Michael Mulciber.

"I demand an explanation at once," said Minister Bones as she pushed through the throng, followed closely by Professor McGonagall. The Minister paled as she looked down upon her former ward.

"Enough!" demanded Harry and the crowd grew quiet. "Ron, have some of your people secure the anteroom off the Great Hall and levitate him there for questioning."

Ron mock-saluted, sent several aurors off with a gesture and followed shortly thereafter, Mulciber floating before him.

"Minister Bones, I will be questioning Michael Mulciber--" began Harry.

Amelia Bones drew herself up and interrupted in an authoritative manner. "Clearly, Mr. Potter, this is a Ministry matter and I will have it fully investigated. As you are not a member of the Ministry, you have no rights to question anyone. This will be handled by the Magical Law Enforcement division. I will not allow you to take the law into your own hands."

"And as you were formerly Mr. Mulciber's guardian, it would be a conflict of interest for you to be involved in this investigation," said a deep voice. The crowd parted and Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped forward, golden earring gleaming in the candlelight. "As the head of the MLE, I will, of course, take immediate control."

"Naturally," murmured a displeased looking Minister Bones.

Shacklebolt turned to Harry. "Thank you for the invitation to your party. It seems you know you to add a little extra excitement to a celebration," he drawled.

"Glad you could join us," replied Harry and he held out his hand to shake Shacklebolt's. "I must say that I didn't expect it to turn into a surprise party."

"Then where would the surprise be?" chuckled Shacklebolt.

"Is there any reason why we may not begin at once?" groused Severus. He had moved to stand beside Harry and dropped a hand onto Harry's shoulder.

If Shacklebolt was surprised at seeing Harry and Severus in such close contact, he gave no indication. He shook his head and said, "I see no reason to delay. There are more than enough aurors here to act as impartial witnesses. If you will follow me..." He gestured toward the door.

"Good, I for one wish to understand why my potions master is not the man I hired," said Professor McGonagall. Her mouth twitched in irritation as she picked up the hem of her robe and walked determinedly for the anteroom door, Hermione falling in beside her.

"Ms. Skeeter, Minister Bones, Neville, Susan, if you please," Harry gestured after Professor McGonagall.

Neville was helping an ashen-faced Susan to her feet. "I think I'll take Susan back to our rooms, Harry. She's quite shaken up."

"I'm sure she is," said Harry softly. "But I must insist."

"Really Harry! She's ill--"

"She's involved."

Neville glared at Harry for a moment and turned to Susan. "Sue, perhaps it's best--"

"Oh Neville! I couldn't possibly. I feel so weak!" Susan sagged in Neville's arms.

"Neville, I'm sorry, but I can't take no for an answer," said Harry, his wand clutched in his hand.

Neville glanced at the wand and then to the set expression of Harry's face. "Come along Susan. I want to have this matter cleared up." He hooked his hand under his wife's arm and escorted her to the anteroom.

"This is an official Ministry investigation and the press will be issued the appropriate findings," said Minister Bones. Pointing a finger at Rita Skeeter, she continued, "Your presence will not be accepted or tolerated."

"She will observe," stated Harry.

"Again, you overstep the boundaries, Mr. Potter. I will not have this gossip-mongering news-whore present during an MLE questioning! It is completely unacceptable!" Minister Bones was red-faced and screaming by now.

Rita Skeeter, seemingly unconcerned at the Minister's remarks, was madly writing.

"I will not have this covered up! Just as you covered Mulciber's supposed death!" shouted Harry. "Severus has been publicly slandered, grossly and wrongfully accused and I will see that justice is finally served and reparations made." His voice dropped away from its shout to a cold harsh hiss and the Minister took a step back from Harry. The very air seemed to pulse with violent magical energy.

Shacklebolt moved in between Harry and the Minister while Severus snickered. Leaning close, Severus whispered to Harry, "I seem to find myself involved yet again with a powerful dark-haired wizard. Perhaps in my next life, I shall be a moth."

"I don't think touching me will be as painful as a flame to a moth," murmured Harry. "And stop drawing allusions between myself and Voldemort, that's disconcerting."

Harry growled as he saw Skeeter edge closer to them, obviously trying to eavesdrop. "After you, Rita," said Harry loudly, making Skeeter jump and he grandly swept out his arm directing her to proceed. Skeeter adjusted her bejeweled glasses and began walking toward the anteroom. A furious Minister quickly followed while Harry, Severus and Shacklebolt leisurely brought up the rear.

"Do you truly wish Skeeter to be present?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Yes, she'll stay in line, if only to keep her position to catch another bone from me," sighed Harry. "According to her I am 'front page news on legs'."

"Well, as long as you preview what she prints," Shacklebolt muttered.

Harry snorted.

"Perhaps, we could suggest a line of questioning?" said Severus.

Shacklebolt nodded and the three conferred quietly. When they were prepared to enter the anteroom, Harry paused briefly, and asked Fred and George to see that dinner was served to the remaining guests and that the band played as contracted, before stepping into the anteroom, the door resounding throughout the Hall as it was firmly closed.

It was strangely quiet within the anteroom. Seats had been conjured and most people were sitting. Ron had placed Mulciber's unconscious body on a chair and bound him to it. Three aurors stood guard over him. Ron set up a chair facing the suspect, as well as a small table on which he placed parchment and an Official Transcriber Quill. All the other chairs were arranged behind this chair with the fireplace to their backs. Susan Bones Longbottom sat as far away as she could manage, pale and sweaty, slumped against Neville with her eyes closed.

"Shall we begin?" asked Shacklebolt as he entered.

Ron nodded. "Everything's ready." He gestured toward the chair facing Mulciber and Shacklebolt sat. Harry and Severus placed themselves behind and to the side of Shacklebolt so that they could see the proceedings unobstructed.

Kingsley Shacklebolt picked up the quill, licked it, and set it to writing. "This is an Official Ministry Interrogation by Kingsley Shacklebolt, Head of Magical Law Enforcement, of Michael Mulciber, wanted for questioning concerning illegal potion use, witnessed by Auror Ronald Weasley. The interrogation is to be performed under Veritaserum and recorded by Official Transcriber Quill." He stopped here to read over the parchment. "Mr. Weasley, will you verify that the quill is transcribing accurately."

Ron stepped over and reviewed the parchment. "I, Ronald Weasley, concur. The quill is recording verbatim." Ron watched as his words were added to the parchment in a different color to note a different speaker. Removing a vial from a pocket in his robes, he handed it to Shacklebolt.

"Also present during interrogation: Auror Thoklar Balth, Auror Onit Suska, and Auror Jugbee Jehosaphat, Hogwarts' Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, Minister of Magic Amelia Bones, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Hermione Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Susan Longbottom, and Rita Skeeter. Once the Veritaserum has been administered, I will be the only person speaking unless I call upon you. Anyone who speaks without permission will be immediately removed." Shacklebolt leveled his eye at each person in the room and did not move past them until they nodded their understanding. Rita Skeeter had her quill in hand and seemed especially eager. Picking up the bottle, he read the label, "Veritaserum, batch 1452760, Ministry of Magic Official Seal." He broke the seal and opened the vial. "Mr. Weasley, administer three drops to the suspect and revive him."

Ron retrieved the vial and place three drops of the truth potion in Mulciber's mouth. Touching his wand to Mulciber's throat, he muttered something and Mulciber swallowed several times. "Veritaserum administered," and then pointing his wand at Mulciber's chest, he said, "Enervate!"

Michael Mulciber shuddered then slowly opened his eyes. He struggled briefly against his bonds before slumping in his chair, eyes dull and his face expressionless.

"What is your name?" Shacklebolt began.

"Michael Salazar Mulciber," he replied.

"Did you develop an illegal potion?"

"Yes."

"Briefly describe this potion."

"It was based on a Muggle drug called Rohypnol, a sedative that in combination with alcohol can induce a blackout, memory loss and a decrease in resistance. My potion causes a not only a decrease in resistance but also induces a period of excessive sexual desire as well as leaving the person open to suggestion followed by complete memory loss while under its influence." Mulciber quirked his lips in an eerie smile, "my finest and best creation, I simply called it the Lust Potion."

The rasps of indrawn breaths echoed through the room and there was the sound of people shifting in their seats.

"When did you begin to develop this potion?"

"My fourth year at Hogwarts, after reading about a date rape drug in a Muggle newspaper."

"And did you test this potion on anyone while at Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Professor Snape."

"NO!" shouted Susan, struggling to rise from her seat while Neville tried to pull her back down and quiet her. "He molested you!" Two aurors advanced on her, while Neville tried to clamp a hand over her mouth.

"Please remove Mrs. Longbottom and hold her for further questioning," commanded Shacklebolt.

"You won't touch her," glared Neville at the aurors, his wand out and held defensively. There was a moment of intense quiet as the standoff was considered, the only sound being Rita's quill scratching hurriedly over her parchment.

"Excuse me," said Harry quietly, earning a glare from Shacklebolt. "It seems that Susan is operating under some misconceptions and perhaps it would be best if she remained."

Shacklebolt considered, and then nodded. "Place a silencing charm on her, so there are no further interruptions. And be advised, Mrs. Longbottom, I will be questioning you as well."

Susan wilted in Neville's arms and he helped her back into her chair. The aurors remained standing behind the Longbottoms even after the silencing charm had been applied.

Shacklebolt turned back to Mulciber, who was snickering.

"Why do you laugh?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Poor little Susie, so easy to deceive," sneered Mulciber. "If anyone was molested, it was Snape."

Harry took Severus' shaking hand into his own and caressed it. Severus squeezed momentarily but kept his eyes trained on Mulciber, his pale face tense but determined.

"Explain what you did to Mr. Snape," commanded Shacklebolt.

"I had been offered to him several times, as was customary among Death Eater children, but he always declined. I was insulted. I wanted him. I came across what I thought was the perfect opportunity and I believed that my potion was perfect. Malfoy had let it slip that Snape had killed that night and what better excuse to visit someone than to offer comfort. I ran into Susie on the way to see him. She wanted to rearrange a tutoring session that we had. I told her that I was on my way to see Snape and couldn't talk. We agreed to talk the following morning.

"It was clear when I arrived that Snape had been drinking and I was thrilled to catch him so off balance. I had reduced my potion to the consistency of a salve and during our 'talk' I managed to get some on my finger from the little pot of it in my pocket and touch his mouth. I was ready to come when he licked his lips and swallowed. The potion has no taste but it does have an annoying odor of vanilla that I've never been able to counteract. Fortunately, it works quickly and Snape was overcome with lust for me." Mulciber grinned and licked his lips. "He must have been pent up for years! The way he fucked me so hard, bent over his desk; one of the best fucks of my life."

Severus leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands. Harry wrapped an arm around his shoulders to pull him close. There were several outraged gasps and hisses but after seeing Susan Longbottom silenced, no one dared to speak.

"Unfortunately," Mulciber continued in a serious manner, "the potion was not perfect. Snape remembered and he obliviated me."

"So, how is it that you can recall that memory?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Dearest little Susie has a knack with memory charms and was able to reverse it." Susan had her faced pressed to Neville's chest with his arms protectively wrapped around her.

"What is your relationship with Susan Longbottom?"

"Why, I am her official charity case. With my father locked away in Azkaban and my mother's death in my fourth year, my grades began slipping and little Susie took it upon herself to tutor me and save me from the big bad Death Eaters," Mulciber sneered. "I figured she might be useful, so I played along. It was the best thing I ever did. When I met her the following morning, she asked about my meeting with Snape. Of course, I didn't remember the meeting but Susie helped me to recover it." Mulciber began laughing. "My finest performance! Crying on her shoulder on how that awful nasty professor had touched me and how ashamed I felt. And when I ever suggested that I might not be the first," Mulciber began laughing too hard to talk and Ron was force to use a calming charm on his so that he could continue.

"How did Susan respond to your allegation?" hissed Shacklebolt, struggling to contain his increasing fury.

"She wanted to hex Snape into the hereafter and but later she settled on urging me to speak with Dumbledore. I turned on the tears again and said that I couldn't face that, not after all that I had already gone through. Boohoo, boohoo. She relented when I said that I needed some time to come to terms with what happened and to gather my courage. I think she believed that Longbottom had been molested as well and was trying to get him to come forward."

"Never!" cried out Severus, aghast at the accusation.

Shacklebolt glared at him. "Would you like to be silenced as well?" Severus shook his head and sat back in his chair, leaning on Harry.

"And what were your true intentions?" Shacklebolt asked, addressing Mulciber once again.

"I wanted to see what was going to happen. When it was clear that Dumbledore wasn't taking any action, I figured that Snape had kept the incident a secret. That made the whole matter excellent blackmail material."

"Did you use the potion again at Hogwarts?"

"Not while I was in school. I spent my time working on my potion."

"Were you involved with placing Mr. Snape in a Muggle hospital and his subsequent detainment in Muggle custody?"

"Yes."

"Explain."

"I was on the battlefield, hidden, and saw Snape fall. When it was safe to come out, I made my way to him. I wanted him dead for betraying the Dark Lord and my father but when I got there, Susie had already found him. She was in a moral dilemma, as she was on the field to help the injured and yet, she didn't want to help Snape, who was badly hurt. I convinced her to send him to a Muggle hospital, where he would get help, while we considered the best form of punishment for his 'crimes'. Did I mention how much she had come to hate him? I told her that the Ministry would never take action against him, because he had stood with Dumbledore in the end and that no one was likely to believe a Death Eater's son with reconstructed memories, and that we should handle it ourselves. Convinced enough, she made a portkey, with her clever Charms abilities, and sent him off to a Muggle hospital."

Mulciber was grinning again. "That turned out to be more fun than I thought it would be. I wasn't able to visit him as often as I wished, at least until I could apparate, but when I could..." Mulciber began snickering again.

"What did you do?" snapped Shacklebolt.

"Oh not much, got him committed, moved around, lost in the system, little things to set back his recovery, doped him up and let him recover enough so he'd know that he was under Muggle care. Never enough to have anyone suspect foul play. It was hilarious watching him sink further and further into depression. I would have happily let it go on until he allowed himself to die," Mulciber smiled widely, seemingly quite proud of himself.

"And how was Susan Longbottom involved?"

"Susie thought the idea was wonderful. She didn't want to get her hands dirty killing Snape. But knowing that Snape had been a Death Eater, we figured he'd hate Muggles, so what better punishment than to have Muggles feeding him, bathing him and wiping his arse and him helpless to stop it!" Mulciber dissolved again in hysterical laughter.

Ron rolled his eyes and made hand gestures indicating that he'd like to knock Mulciber upside his head. Shacklebolt smiled but shook his head and Ron hit Mulciber with another calming charm.

"Was it Susan Longbottom that convinced Minister Bones to drop the search?" continued Shacklebolt.

"No, the Minister knew nothing of it. Susie got me some hair and I polyjuiced myself to be the Minister and took care of it. Susie helped out a lot in the Minister's office then, it being so crazy at the Ministry at that time, and was able to forge all the proper paperwork."

Minister Bones cringed in her seat.

"You used polyjuice often?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Yeah, I needed to impersonate doctors, nurses, and staff to see to Snape, and then sometimes Susie herself to lay the groundwork with the Minister, sometimes Neville to influence McGonagall, you know, whatever." Mulciber began to look worn and his body seemed to sag.

"I think were just about at the limit of the Veritaserum sir," said Ron.

Shacklebolt nodded. "A few quick questions and then we'll take him back to the Ministry for further questioning. Alright Mulciber, where's Chamberlain?"

"Dead."

Neville stood, glaring at Mulciber, but choked down whatever words he was about to scream when the two aurors behind him each placed a hand on his shoulders.

"How long have you been impersonating him?" asked Shacklebolt.

"Just since the MLE raid about a year ago.I knew they were getting close and I needed to lay low. Susie, my best asset, was here at Hogwarts and I know enough about potions to bluff through classes so I arranged a little exchange."

"Was Susan Longbottom or Minister Bones involved in your faked death or impersonation of Chamberlain?"

"No."

"How did you maintain the illusion? With Chamberlain dead you couldn't use the polyjuice potion."

"A combination of glamour spells and an experimental potion," he muttered.

"Not much longer," murmured Ron.

"Have you been behind the recent smear campaign of Mr. Snape?"

"Yes, me and Susie."

"Did you obliviate Mr. Snape when he came to Hogwarts?"

"No, Susie did."

"Did you try to use the Lust Potion on Harry Potter at the St. Mungo's Banquet?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I wanted to drive a wedge in between him and Snape. I couldn't touch Snape while he was at Potter's cottage. Besides, who wouldn't want a piece of that arse?" Mulciber was mumbling now, nearly unintelligible.

Severus was watching Mulciber with narrowed eyes and his fingers were stroking his wand. Harry began to feel nervous. "Hey," he whispered, "we've cleared your name. Let's not sully it again."

Severus nodded and folded his arms across his chest, still glaring at Mulciber.

"Get him out of here," said Kingsley Shacklebolt, standing and stretching.

Ron stunned Mulciber again and he brought out a pink plastic lid. Making sure that he, Mulciber and Auror Balthhad contact with the lid, Ron used his wand to activate the portkey to bring them to MLE headquarters in the Ministry building.

"Minister Bones, I will not detain you, but you will remain available for questioning," said Shacklebolt.

Amelia Bones nodded, got up slowly and made her way over to Susan Longbottom.

"Auntie," Susan whispered, "it wasn't supposed to be like this."

"But it is, child, but it is," she replied softly. Turning around to face Severus, "Clearly reparation cannot be considered until the investigation is concluded. I will, however, issue a formal apology both on behalf of the Ministry and myself, based on the information determined this evening."

"That will be satisfactory," said Severus.

"For a beginning," added Harry.

"If you will excuse me," Minister Bones headed out of the room, stooped as if a large weight had been added to her shoulders.

"Mrs. Longbottom, you will accompany me back to MLE headquarters where you will give a complete statement," Shacklebolt ordered.

Neville stood and raised Susan to her feet.

"Neville, I can't," she whined.

"You will," snapped Neville. "I have many of my own questions and you will answer them all." He pulled her along toward the door, the two remaining aurors following. Neville stopped before Harry and Severus, bringing Susan to a halt as well.

"You should have died," hissed Susan to Severus.

"Perhaps," he replied. "But I didn't."

"Professor Snape, Harry," addressed Neville. They both tensed, awaiting the hurtful words that they were sure to receive for ripping apart Neville's world. "I never liked you, Professor Snape; actually I've quite hated you." Neville chuckled a bit. "But after you, I've found very little in my life to fear. And I've never wished you ill. Actually, I've tried to think of you as little as possible. I got into the habit of blocking out Susan's rants about you over the years. Seems like such a waste of time and energy, holding onto animosity, don't you think?"

Severus inclined his head toward Neville. "Mr. Longbottom, such unexpected wisdom, as I am twenty years your senior and only recently coming to such an understanding. Perhaps soon we shall return to thinking about each other as little as possible."

Neville smiled and shook his head in mock-disbelief. "Even compliments sound like insults." He held out his hand to Harry, which Harry promptly grasped, "Harry, I know you well enough to understand that you just set out to make things right. I just wish that didn't mean tipping the world on its side and shaking it up."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

"I know." Neville squeezed briefly and let go. Taking Susan again by the arm, Neville and his entourage left.

"It seems that I shall not be enjoying your party this fine evening, Mr. Potter, since I now have a great deal of work to do," said Kingsley Shacklebolt. "You never do things by half do you?"

Severus snorted. "He never has, why should he start now?"

"Hey," exclaimed Harry. "I'm just trying to do the right thing!"

"Not many people do," said Rita Skeeter, stepping forward. "That's what makes you front page news. How about an interview? How do you feel now that the world will know that Severus Snape has been unfairly maligned?" She held her quill to her parchment.

"Is anyone ever fairly maligned?" asked Hermione. Skeeter shot her a nasty look.

"I'll give you an interview with me and Severus, once his publishing contract is finalized." Harry smiled sweetly as Severus glared at him.

"I will do no such thing," complained Severus.

"Of course you will," said Harry. "It will boost sales of your book, Practical Defense: Your Best Chance to Stay Alive, and since a portion of the proceeds will be donated to the White Bumblebee Foundation, a joint interview is more than appropriate."

"Severus, your book is going to be published? That's wonderful!" said Hermione.

"Yes, however, it is far too early to make public announcements concerning it," said Severus, still appearing quite smug though.

"And, of course, the American Department of Magical Education will not finalize their order until it reviews the completed text," said Harry, chuckling as Rita scribbled furiously. "You may say that we are currently satisfied with the initial investigation," said Harry. "And I thank you for coming this evening."

Hearing the dismissal in his tone, Rita surveyed the faces of everyone remaining to see if anyone else could be coaxed to comment. Seeing that she had a kitten's chance in a wolf den, she tucked away her quill and parchment into her bag. "I hope that we shall be able to work together again, Harry dearest. Good Evening."

And then there were five.

"I'd better see what trouble the twins have caused," sighed Hermione. "Gred, Forge, a party and Weasleys' Wheezes Crafty Confections - that has the potential for disaster." She reached up and hugged Harry fiercely. "I'm happy for you," she murmured in his ear and he hugged her back just as tight. Letting him go, she moved over to Severus and standing on her tiptoes, she gently kissed him on the cheek. "And I'm especially happy for you."

Severus stared at her as she linked her arm with Shacklebolt's. "A dance before you go?"

"And make your husband wait at the office for me?" asked Shacklebolt in a scandalized voice. "But, of course!"

And then there were three.

"Well, Severus, it seems I owe you an apology of some magnitude," began McGonagall.

Severus held up a hand to stop her. "Forgiven," he said.

"That's it?" she asked surprised.

"I have more important things to be concerned about and better ways to spend my energy," he said.

"I understand." Taking a deep breath, "I have an opening..."

"No."

She nodded. "I wish the two of you all the best. I've only recently determined that both of you deserved such wishes."

Both men inclined their heads slightly and Headmistress Minerva McGonagall exited the room.

And then there were two.

And isn't that best of all?

***

Severus turned to Harry and gathered him in his arms. Harry responded by sliding his arms around Severus' neck.

"A good beginning," Harry murmured.

"I still have a great many questions. We'll see if Shacklebolt can uncover the answers." Severus looked into Harry's green eyes. "If you are waiting on overly sentimental declarations of gratitude and love, then you are more of a fool than I initially suspected." And yet a hand was gently caressing Harry's back.

"I'm sure the shock of such words would overcome me." Harry began dropping small kisses along Severus' jaw.

"As long as we understand one another," Severus whispered as his eyes drifted closed.

"What? Understand? And drain the excitement from our lives?" Harry chuckled and pressed his lips to Severus'.

"You know that's just wrong," a voice announced.

Harry and Severus startled and looked to see Fred (or George) leaning against the doorjamb with an enormous moose peering over his shoulder.

"There's this bloody brilliant party going on..."

POP! George (or Fred) appeared, "and you two are snogging. You can do that at home. Come and dance!"

Severus drew his wand. "The moose could be a permanent condition," he growled.

Both twins disappeared.

"It seems that, as the host of the bloody brilliant party, I should make an appearance," said Harry, reluctantly stepping away from Severus.

"Indeed," Severus said as they walked to the door.

Stepping through the doorway, they heard the band begin a slow romantic song and couples drifted to the dance floor to sway gently together. Harry sighed.

"Would you care to dance?" Severus murmured in his ear.

Harry whirled around to face him. "Really?" he asked.

Severus rolled his eyes, pick up his hand and led him out to the dance floor. "I'll lead," Severus told him, as he slipped an arm around Harry's waist.

"Always, Severus," he murmured, laying his head on Severus' shoulder, "always."