Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty Two

Notes: Hey guys, I'm starting to wrap this story up, so this is one of the last chapters! Don't be sad though, I'm working on the sequel, "Dear Harry Potter", right now!

If you see any spelling or grammatical errors, please let me know! It's one o'clock in the morning and I'm tired, so I'm sure I made some mistakes.

As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Harry!" Ron panted, jogging to catch up to him in the middle of Diagon Alley.

Harry was on his way home from work, oblivious to any sounds around him. He was walking brusquely, lost in his own thoughts, when he was abruptly pulled to a stop by a tall, skinny figure. He turned to face the figure in mild alarm, then relaxed a little when he saw it was Ron.

"Ron? What's wrong? Shouldn't you be working?"

Ron held up his hand, indicating that he needed a moment to catch his breath. About a minute went by before he spoke again.

"We think we caught him." He breathed out, an excited gleam in his eyes.

"Dolohov?" Harry questioned, immediately straightening.

"No. Well, yes. Kind of."

Harry gave him a blank stare.

"Do you care to expand on that statement?"

Ron faked a shudder, blowing air out of his lips and wiggling his body around.

"Merlin, you're starting to sound like Snape! It's kind of creepy, Mate. But anyway, we can't talk about it here. We need to head back to the Auror department. Snape is already there, waiting for us."

Harry frowned, somewhat annoyed at the lack of information. He couldn't complain, though. If the murderer really was in custody right now, it would be a huge relief for everyone. And he understood not being able to talk about a top-secret case in public.

Ten minutes later, the two young wizards entered the Auror department, trying to catch their breath.

A few Aurors milled about, eyeing a middle aged man sitting in a bare room behind a glass wall. Snape was amongst them, a look of pure concentration settling upon his features. His nose scrunched up as he examined the man in front of him, and his hand nervously twitched against his wand.

"Well?" An Auror asked, "Do you recognize him?"

Snape sighed, appearing somewhat agitated.

"I cannot say for sure. He looks familiar, but I wish to take no part in an innocent man's death."

The Auror nodded slowly, then leaned against a metal chair in front of him.

"Very well. We're waiting for Auror Weasley to arrive, and then we will administer the truth serum. The minister has requested that you stay during his questioning, as you may pick up on valuable information."

Snape nodded, and Ron stepped in.

"No need to wait, Wolfowitz. Harry and I are here, so let's not waste anymore time. Will Bradbury be administrating the truth serum?"

Wolfowitz glanced at another Auror, who grimly nodded back.

"Yes, sir. Auror Bradbury is ready with the serum and the list of approved questions. All we need to do is take notes."

Ron allowed a hint of a smile to cross his face, then flipped open his small pocketbook.

"We shall proceed."

Harry watched closely as one of the Aurors, Bradbury, he supposed, walked into the interrogation room. He still had no clue what was going on, but it was too late to ask now.