He-Who-Vanquished (II) [Chapter 238]

~~Bones Manor~~ (An hour later)

“So, what can you tell us about the attack?” John Dawlish asked with a subtle sneer on his face. The sneer was barely noticeable, but anyone with good eyes could easily spot it. He wasn’t happy that some of his friends were killed in the attack, so some of his other friends wanted him to make sure to get Amelia Bones into trouble.

“After I finished dinner, I felt someone trigger my alarm Wards, but before I could do anything I felt Anti-Apparition and Anti-Portkey Wards go up, and for whatever reason, even my Floo stopped working… I knew what was coming, so I quickly set up a barricade before activating all the traps inside my manor” Amelia was about to continue, but she was cut off by John.

“You had such deadly traps inside your manor?” John asked with a frown.

“Why, yes, of course… Why wouldn’t I have traps inside the house?” Amelia asked with an innocent look on her face, making Dawlish narrow his eyes at her. After all, Amelia wasn’t a fool, she knew that John Dawlish was a Pureblood Sympathizer and that was the reason why he was assigned to the Minister’s security detail, but now that the Minister and his Undersecretary are gone, he was recalled into the Department.

“The last time I checked, it is completely legal to set traps inside my house and I didn’t use anything illegal” Amelia added after a few moments, only to rub salt in his wounds. Dawlish internally hissed at the woman, but outwardly, he simply ended up giving her a bland look. To be honest, he knew he couldn’t push the issue anymore with the traps, so he decided to try another front.

“Alright… So, when did Harry Potter arrive to help you?” John asked, making Amelia narrow her eyes at him.

“He didn’t come to help me. He was probably watching me get my arse kicked” Amelia snapped at Dawlish, but he didn’t look convinced in the slightest.

“Hmm…” Dawlish muttered unconvincingly before he decided to move on to the next question. “According to your statement, he had his back facing toward you, why didn’t you try to take him down?” Dawlish asked while giving Amelia a suspicious look. Instead of outright answering him, she simply gaped at the man. She realized that if he was ready to play that card, it meant he was really desperate.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Try to take him down? Pfft… First of all, I was in no condition to fight him, but even if I was, then he would have kicked my arse into the next century… Secondly, he was fighting the man who was trying to kill me only a few moments ago. I would be a fool to attack him in that situation” Amelia explained with a scoff.

“Those only sound like excuses to me… Are you already working with him? Is that why he allowed you to live?” Dawlish asked in an accusatory tone, making Amelia fume, but she decided to hold her tongue, after all, unknowingly, Dawlish hit right on the mark. After fuming for a few moments on the inside, she finally started to calm down before she smirked at him.

“Even if I am, what are you going to do about it?” Amelia asked slyly, making Dawlish’s eyes grow wide in shock. He was almost certain that Amelia wasn’t working with her… He was simply trying to find an excuse to get her into trouble or find a loophole in her story, but he realized Amelia was right. Even if Amelia was now in Harry Potter’s corner, nobody was going to believe him.

Amelia Bones was known for fairness and impartiality… She was a hard bitch, but she was a Light Witch through and through… So even if he claimed Amelia Bones joined Harry Potter, nobody was going to believe him. After all, Harry Potter was a known murderer and a Dark Lord. Dawlish growled in anger and frustration before he closed the file and started to walk away.

“Yeah, I thought so…” Amelia mumbled before she sagged in her seat. She looked around only to grimace. Her family manor was in ruins and investigators were still milling around. After drawing a long breath, she started to wonder what she was going to tell her niece and if Harry was willing to lend her a house… She wasn’t poor by any means, but she didn’t have the gold to fix the manor or buy a new one right now.

“You know, you are free to crash in my apartment” Amelia almost jumped out of her skin when someone spoke to her.

“Fuuuck” Amelia cursed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “You almost gave me a heart attack, girl” Amelia huffed while glaring at Connie, who simply smirked. “I thought you were not on duty” Amelia pointed out, only for Connie to nod her head in agreement.

“Yeah, I am off duty, but that doesn’t mean I can’t visit my friend and offer her some support” Connie said with a smirk before she plopped down on the couch or whatever was left of it. “So, Susan wasn’t here…” Connie trailed off curiously.

“Yes… I was expecting something like this, so I decided to send her over to the Abbotts” Amelia answered with a nod of her head. “Thanks for the offer though, I really need a place to crash” Amelia thanked her friend gratefully. “So, how is the Department? Is everything falling apart yet?” Amelia asked and Connie grimaced before nodding her head.

“People are quitting left and right… With both Harry and old No Nose prowling around, nobody wants to risk it… Potter may not be as bad as You-Know-Who, but he is still a murderhobo” Connie pointed out helpfully. “Then there are some who are trying to use this situation to their advantage and rise in ranks and some like Scrimgeour and Dawlish are simply trying to further their own agenda” Connie sighed in disappointment.

“Right now, the Department is divided into three Factions in total… The ones who are supporting Scrimgeour, then the ones who are supporting Dawlish, they are mostly Pureblood Fanatics, but he does have a lot of support so it counts and then, there are the rest of us” Connie finished before rubbing her temples.

“I see…” Amelia muttered as she realized Harry was right… The whole system was fucked and the system itself was festering the disease known as Pureblood Supremacy…