If I recall correctly, a man by the name of Severus Snape ruined his own life long ago. How he eluded Azkaban is still a marvel. How he keeps his hair so greasy, a greater marvel yet.
Yes, of course. We spend our days creating frames and using them to entrap well-meaning citizens who simply happened to be caught sporting Dark Marks on their arms. Because Merlin knows there aren't enough criminals to be found, as it is.
Nobody ever accused Fudge of excessive intelligence.
Though Dumbledore does keep a dubious store of secrets. Would a truly innocent man would carry on as he does?
Oh, oh dear... But to answer that questions, one would need to comprehend the idea of innocence. My pardons, Snape; I forgot the person to whom I was speaking.
[Snape doesn't believe it for a moment and can't help smirking in return. For a moment, he even considers using Legilimency but decides against it. For now.]
I'm sure Fudge believed the same thing about himself and we all know he had his own secrets.
They were never really secrets. Not around the department. Come now, Snape; any man with a quarter of a brain is more careful than Fudge. And I am gifted with an unusually alert brain.
[He checks himself mid-snarl, pulling back.] Extenuating circumstances, Dumbledore and his secrets. Perhaps I placed overmuch faith in Dumbledore's respect for the Ministry.
Ten very long years. Very long. The things she's made me do over the years [shudders]. I've done everything in my power to forget, and then she wakes me yet again.
The day I ask a Death Eater--or ought I to say 'former Death Eater'?--for his opinion of the Ministry will be the day I eat my shoe. And I must confess, I've no real taste for shoes.
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