All the songs in this are Mumford and Sons, just so everyone knows. Chapter one was Timshel and this chapter is Role Away your Stone.

Chapter 3

Ron and Hermione were having a well earned cup of tea when the door bell rang. It was Ron who heaved himself up out of his armchair and answered the door, eyes widening slightly in surprised at who it revealed.

"Professor Snape."

"Mr Weasley. Perhaps I could come in."

"Eh, sure."

Ron stepped away from the door to allow Snape access to the house. Snape had become no less intimidating in the years since Ron had left Hogwarts. He still wore black robes, and his tone was less than friendly. Still, he hadn't said anything rude yet so Ron was inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Hermione looked surprised when she saw who was on her living room, but quickly composed herself. "Good afternoon, Professor. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, thank you, Mrs Weasley."

"Please, call me Hermione. Mrs Weasley is still Ron's mother."

"Well then you must call Severus, as I am hardly your professor now." Ron was surprised by how polite Snape was being, his Gryffindor nature telling him that Snape must want something.

Hermione just smiled and went about fixing tea. As they all sat down she smiled at their erstwhile professor knowingly. "I assume you're here about Draco and Lucius."

"Yes, Hermione, that is exactly why I am here. I believe it would be advantageous to all parties if the Malfoys were removed from Mr Potter's... care."

"That much us obvious, it's how to do it that's the problem."

"The Ministry has allowed this, so there will be little point appealing to them. What I'm proposing goes over the Ministry's head, so to speak."

Hermione leant forward, a rather sinister smile on her face. "And what exactly are you proposing?"

"The wizarding division of the European Court of Human Rights. If we can get an order from them to release Lucius and Draco, then the Ministry will have to let them go."

"Will the Court listen to us?"

"Yes, I think they will. Draco and Lucius were given to Potter because the Ministry knew they couldn't build enough of a case against them to put them in Azkaban, so they were quietly tidied out of the way."

Hermione nodded sadly, she'd suspected as much herself. "I only know about the muggle part of the Court of Human Rights, but from what I can tell what they say is only a recommendation, it doesn't have to be put into practice."

"The Wizarding Court is a lot more influential than it's muggle counterpart. If the Ministry were to ignore a ruling, they could be disbanded and new elections held."

"So if we bring this matter to the Court," Hermione confirmed, "and they rule in our favour, the Ministry will have to listen to us."

"Yes, Hermione, I believe so."


Harry paused outside the kitchen door. He'd got an urgent letter from the Ministry that morning and gone in straight away. Kingsley had explained to him what had happened. The Malfoy case had been brought to the European Court of Human Rights and it had ordered that the Malfoys either be charged or freed. The Ministry couldn't charge them, looking at the memories of the other Death Eaters it was clear that neither of them had willingly served the Dark Lord, so they had to free them.

He pushed the door open a crack and stopped short. He never had thought he would never hear the Malfoys' voices again, but there they were.

Roll away your stone, I'll roll away mine.

Together we can see what we will find

Don't leave me alone at this time,

For I'm afraid of what I will discover inside

Cause you told me that I would find a hole,

Within the fragile substance of my soul

And I have filled this void with things unreal,

And all the while my character it steals

But darkness is a harsh term don't you think?

And yet it dominates the things I see

It seems that all my bridges have been burned,

But you say that's exactly how this grace thing works

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,

But the welcome I receive with the restart

But darkness is a harsh term don't you think?

And yet it dominates the things I see

But darkness is a harsh term don't you think?

And yet it dominates the things I've seen

Stars hide your fires,

These here are my desires

And I won't give them up to you this time around

And so, I'll be found with my stake stuck in this ground

Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul

But you, you've gone too far this time

You have neither reason nor rhyme

With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine.

Harry was so stunned he couldn't move for a long moment. He knew they couldn't speak, but no one had told him they could sing. And God could they sing. Even without instruments to back them up their tune never faltered or strayed and their voices filled the room. They had clearly sung together many times as their harmony was perfect. Even though they didn't know he was there, Harry felt like the song had been aimed directly at him, like he had caused their sorrow and anguish. He supposed he had.