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Chapter Eight

The Truth

Scrimgeour walked into the Head Office. It was the fifteenth of November, two days before the girls were to be taken away.

"What do you want Albus?" he asked in a bored manner, "I'm a very tight schedule that must be kept."

"I've asked you here because I am hoping that I could perhaps make you reconsider your move to take Harry Potter's and Severus Snape's children away," Dumbledore said.

Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore with a crinkled brow. "You know I can't do that, Albus," he said, "It's for the interest of the public that their minds are at ease when they know that those girls are in safe hands."

Dumbledore stood up from his desk and moved around.

"Is this really about the interest of the public?" he questioned the Minister.

"What sort of a question is that? Of course it is!" Scrimgeour half-snapped, frowning even deeper.

Dumbledore had made his way over to his liquor cabinet.

"Care for a brandy, Minister?" he offered, taking a flask that had brandy within it.

"I think I will," said Minister Scrimgeour without thinking much about it.

Dumbledore turned and poured two glasses of brandy and shortly gave one to Scrimgeour.

"Thank you," said Scrimgeour, taking a sip from his drink, "Mmm, that really hits the spot doesn't it."

Dumbledore gave a slight nod. "Nothing like a good drop of brandy," he said.

"I'll drink to that," said Scrimgeour.

Dumbledore watched as the Minister took another swig from the glass.

"Tell me, Minister, what's gotten you so interested in taking the infants away Harry Potter and Severus Snape?" he casually asked.

"To be honest with you, Albus, I want those brought to me because I want to raise them and set them against their own fathers," Scrimgeour answered. Just then, he suddenly realised what he had just said and slapped his hand over his mouth out of shock and looked at Dumbledore. "What have you done?"

"Why do you want to set the girls away from their fathers?" Dumbledore asked, but his hair started to change and his beard began to grow back into his face.

"Because Snape betrayed me!" Scrimgeour spat out, he couldn't help it. However, he too began to change.

"Snape?" Dumbledore said in a quizzed tone, "What did he do to betray you?"

Dumbledore's hair began to change from grey-white to black and still became shorter and shorter, and his face began to change its structure and colour. Scrimgeour was starting to lose his hair and the colours of his eyes were starting turn from the yellowy colour to a deep red.

"He was a spy amongst my ranks! A mole! A traitor! A scandalous creature that should've been killed on that battle field. But instead, the bastard went and showed his true colours and saved that Potter!"

"Well, that concludes one thing," said Severus Snape, who was now standing where the Headmaster once was, wearing the Headmaster's clothes, "You're not the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour."

"And you," said the one and only Voldemort, "Are not the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore!"

Severus was staring with the deepest shock upon his face.

"Dark Lord! You can't be …"

"But I am, Snape!" Voldemort hissed, "You're not the only one who can cheat and manipulate."

"What have you done with the real Scrimgeour," Snape demanded.

"Oh, he's alive," Voldemort answered simply, "He's having a nice long vacation in the nice, cosy comfort of his little cupboard in that office of his in the Ministry."

Voldemort then went to grab his wand, only to suddenly fall to the ground unconscious. Standing behind not too far behind to where Voldemort was standing Harry stood with his wand out and his face mixed with anger, fear and most of all hate.

"He's stunned," Harry quietly said, "I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."

Severus was quick to get over and pull Harry into his arms and just hold him for a moment or two.

"Who would have thought," said Sirius.

"Indeed," said Severus, with agreement in his voice.

"Are you sure that will hold him?" Sirius asked.

"With all the spells and so forth placed on, it should hold him for as long as he lives," said Severus.

Sirius, Severus and Harry were standing in front of the prison of which Voldemort was in. Held within panes of unbreakable glass that covered his entire body, Voldemort was alive, but extremely trapped. He couldn't move a single muscle, not even to scratch an itch that was starting to grow upon his left cheek. The panes of glass were sealed together with wooden and metal postings that were being held together with the strongest binding spell wizard could think of.

The holding 'cell' was to be stuck forever, in eternity, with volt seven hundred and thirteen, deep within the underground caves of Gringotts Wizard Bank.

"So there is absolutely no way in the world that he can escape?" Harry asked, a little doubtful somehow about this.

"All we can do is hope," said Severus.

"Let us hope that no-one ever forgets that there still is a wizard named Voldemort," said Harry, he continued to look deeply into the red eyes.

"Only time will tell, Harry," said Sirius.

"Until then, we ought to leave this volt now and seal it," said Severus.

Neither one objected.

Once they were out of the volt, the Goblin that was waiting for them all to step out closed the volt door. The Goblin then sealed it, never to be opened again. The three men were soon, after a rollercoaster ride back to the way to the upper level of the bank, walking out of Gringotts and towards the Leaky Cauldron.

The feeling of something upon his cheek caused Harry to open his eyes. When he put his glasses on he saw very clearly that it was Kaitlyn's hand that had woken him. She and Madison had been brought into the bedroom by Severus.

"Hey," said Harry.

Severus had a smile on his face. It had been a full entire week since the truth had finally come out. The real Rufus Scrimgeour explained what had happened and he fully apologised for what had happened, he clearly didn't want something like that to happen again, ever.

The Minister was asked upon his views on the articles that had been forwarded about Harry Potter and Severus Snape and their daughters.

"I have nothing against the family that has been unfairly placed in the spotlight," the Minister spoke to the interviewer, "I may not be the one to fully agree with the fact that they are still teacher-student at this present point in time, but I can see that they are doing what is best by their two young children. That is something I can never hold against anyone when they have a family.

"I just hope that Potter and Snape can forgive me for what has happened. I know I had nothing, really, to do with all of this, I still feel deeply, deeply responsible for it all."

Harry and Severus didn't wish to be interviewed, they had enough of the press, but they had sent the real Minister a letter. They had forgiven him for something that couldn't have been predicted and Scrimgeour will try no promises of course, to keep the press well, well away from the Potter-Snape family.

"I thought I'd bring the girls in here, get them to wake you up themselves," said Severus to Harry.

"Well, I think Kati did a well enough job of that," said Harry, putting his head on the pillow, his lips had a smile.

"Da-da," Madison suddenly said.

Harry stared for a moment. "Did she just talk?"

Severus actually grinned. "She's been saying it since I walked into the girls' room."

Harry beamed. "Maddy's the first again," he said.

"That's not surprising," said Severus.

Madison then crawled a little so that she could get to Harry and went to grab his glasses.

"No Maddy," said Harry, chuckling, "These are Daddy's."

"Da-da," said Madison, trying to grab them again.

Harry stopped her by taking her hands gently and then pulled her close into a firm, yet careful, hug. He kissed her on the cheek. Severus watched Harry's interaction with Madison, as he held Kaitlyn in his own arms. He managed to move so that he lied on the bed, facing Harry and the girls were in between them.

Both men felt like they were just on top of the world right now. So Voldemort was alive in a glass prison, but one thing was for sure, they were both very, very glad that they still had their girls. No-one was going to take them away from them. No-one …

The End

Note: Thank you to everyone who have read and reviewed. It definitely looks like that this will be a series. I've dubbed them the 'Potions' series. The third story will be up when I can. Until then take care and happy readings, sign Calypphire.