𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 II SS/HG ✔️

Trail by Fire

Aside from the three dozen witches and wizards Apparating into the Ministry of Magic's foyer, it was quiet. Nobody said a word. Nobody else appeared, be them friend or Auror.

With smirks and grins and nods sent each other's way, all the Death Eaters darted in different directions to wreak their havoc.

Severus had only one bothersome department in mind.

Several lifts appeared at once. Death Eaters jockeyed for position and grouped up. Alecto pushed her mask to the top of her head when she saw Severus in the next lift over.

She wrapped her thin hands around the bars. "Meet me near the Department of Mysteries," she said.

Her lift descended. Severus's shot up.

Yaxley sprang out of the lift when it hit Arthur's department. "Filthy blood traitors, the lot of ya!" he shouted as each desk in the corridor rose several meters off the ground.

As the lift rattled upwards, the desks flipped end over end and rammed into shelves and walls and other desks.

Severus exited on the next floor where the smaller departments were housed—including the storage room for all the magically binding contracts. He strode past archives of property transfers, living wills, broomstick registration—but paused at the blood status set of filing cabinets.

He tipped the cabinets to their sides. Drawers burst open. Papers scattered—they froze in midair. He slashed them each through, several times.

He moved on to the entire room devoted to marriage contracts. It was less organized than the birth records room next door.

Severus checked behind him. He didn't think anybody saw him in here, but he wanted a few moments to scour the place in peace.

Severus raised his wand aloft. He Summoned his official marriage contract.

The gold-edged paper zoomed across the room. He caught it in the other hand.

He didn't think this was all the evidence. "Marriage request," he muttered.

Every marriage request with Severus's name, either in the petitioner or petitioned line, toppled off of shelves and flocked towards him.

"Fuck," he grumbled as they fell at his feet.

More kindling, he decided as he raised his wand once more. The glass covers on the oil lamps exploded around the room. Oil splattered the walls. He cast fireballs into each corner. The shelves caught quickly.

Severus shoved his contract into his coat and rebuttoned it.

With a slash of his wand, each moronic request to wed him were reduced to ash in moments. He cast one more line of fire at one of the ceiling beams and a chandelier.

Each bulb burst. He gave the rest of the rectangular office the same treatment as he strode towards the exit. The room filled with smoke. Severus turned to survey his work. The whole floor would be consumed in a matter of minutes.

Severus Apparated to the Department of Mysteries.

Alecto returned from her jaunt in the Wizengamot courtroom.

Her hair was a wild mess behind her. "We have to go!" she panted.

A curse flew over her head, from someone behind the door.

She and Severus Apparated to the foyer and right into the midst of a brawl.

Severus saw Kingsley on one side and Amycus on the other. Alecto ducked behind a parapet in an attempt to grab her dolt of a brother.