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✶ MADAM BONES ✶ Companion to Mistress Bones // For Patreon July 2025 Gold Foil Prints Available xx

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Amelia "I never thought I would become head of the Department of Magical Law Inforcement" Bones

Taken by her niece, Susan "I'm so proud of you, aunty Melia" Bones in 1991

**Requests are open and very welcomed**

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Jessica Chastain as Madam Amelia Bones - Greatest Witch of her Time - Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement 

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Madam Bones, the only person in the whole trial, who asked REAL questions:

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Madam Bones will see you now

“Excuse me Madam Bones; you have some visitors here from the PR firm?  Shall I let them in?” Nameless Secretary #420 announced as she stuck her head in through the door of Amelia Bones office.

Amelia looked up partially stunned from some of the paperwork she had been filling in.  Shaking her head, as if to try and clear some of the cobwebs, she nodded at her secretary and leaned back in her seat.

“Hello, Madam Bones, my name is CJ Cregg, I work with the PR firm that has been contracted out to clean up the PR messes that are risk awareness of the Magical Community.  We have recently had some concerns about how the Magical Government is likely to handle some of the recent signs that the Dark Side has risen.” CJ introduced herself, as she strode into the office.  She was followed by a few of her associates, but she didn’t want to introduce them.

“Please, call me Amelia, the official government policy is that there have been no signs of the Darkness beginning to rise again.” Amelia allowed the woman.

“Call me CJ, and we completely understand that’s the official position of the Government, but we both know that you aren’t sure what to believe.” CJ looked at the woman, only choosing to speak once she had heard the door click shut behind her.

“Oh, I’m still not quite yet sure what to think, for one thing, which has been too much evidence of things being allowed to slip, for want of a better term.  It could simply be that the man is too incompetent for anything to change within this Ministry, but it seems as the man has become too complacent in his ruling even to see the necessity in making contingency plans.” Amelia responded, cocking her head to the side as she considered the small group in front of her.

“Believe us, he is back, but we’re more concerned with keeping a war from spilling over into the Mundane consciousness because it will.  The Mundane Community is going to notice you guys sooner rather than later, especially if you guys continue to believe in your arrogance that nobody is going to spot you.  My name is Dr Abbey Barlet by the way.” Abbey spoke calmly, raising up one of her eyebrows.

“Alright, say I believe you, but what can we do?  I don’t have the control necessary over the government to make such sweeping changes.  Are there any steps we can take to mitigate any of the damage?” Amelia started to sound as if she was coming round to believing some of the things she was being told.

“So far, the situation has been contained, but you need to shore up your safety and leave some form of contingency plan in case you are taken off the board.  My name is Josh Lyman, by the way, hi.” Josh warned the woman in front of him.

“We can probably trust Rufus Scrimgeour, normally I would say we could Kingsley Shacklebolt, but I don’t know. Lately the guy’s attention has been split.  There have been whispers for a while now that Dumbledore’s old crowd is beginning to surface.  It’s possible that there are a few other members in this department.  There has been too much shuffling around of people within this Ministry; I don’t want to be removed from this post until I can be satisfied that I won’t leave this department is worse condition than when I found it.” Amelia sighed, brushing her hair back from her face.

“At the moment, what have you noticed, about the other departments? Is there anyone that we need to keep an eye on for you?” CJ frowned.

“No, it’s nothing I can’t keep an eye on, don’t worry about me.” Amelia deflected attention from herself.

“Very well, is there anything else that we can do for you?  I think we should leave our number with your secretary.  Call us if you should need anything, as always we are completely happy to help you guys out.” CJ smiled.

“I thought that you guys were nothing more than a PR firm,” Amelia remarked as the small group filed out of the office.

“Oh, Ma’am we are anything BUT a simple PR firm.” Mike threw over his shoulder as he left the room.

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You Let Her Die

So this turned out a bit longer than I imagined. This is an established Minerva McGonagall/Amelia Bones story. Sorry for the angst. 

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were lounging in the sitting room of the Burrow watching the rain pour outside. Hermione was engrossed in a book while the others were engaged in a very active game of Exploding Snap. In the corner of the room, Remus Lupin and Arthur Weasley had their heads together whispering. The peace of the rainy day was suddenly ripped away with the appearance of a silver lynx patronus.

“Amelia Bones has been murdered. Bones’ family coming to Burrow. Order members to convene in an hour,” spoke in the lynx in the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Remus and Arthur immediately jumped to their feet and Molly appeared at the doorway with a hand over her mouth.

“That’s the third member of the Wizengamot…” murmured Remus.

Before anyone could speculate further, the fireplace glowed green and two people stepped into the living room. The first was Susan Bones and the woman behind her must be her mother. There were tear streaks on Susan’s face. Hermione approached her classmate slowly at first, but Susan threw herself into the other girl’s arms and resumed her crying. Molly guided Anna Bones to sit on the couch.

“Where’s Brian?” she asked gently in reference to Amelia’s brother and Anna’s husband. 

Anna’s eyes never left her daughter who was being comforted by both Ginny and Hermione when she answered, “He went to fetch my mother. She’s getting on in age and I want to make sure she’s safe…”

“Of course, dear,” Molly glanced helplessly at her husband.

“I’ll put some tea on,” said Arthur quickly. “The others should be here soon.”

Before he could leave the room, Anna asked “Does anyone know if Minerva was there?” Everyone froze and it was as if someone had sucked all the air out of the room.

Remus cleared his throat “Surely Kingsley would have said if…”

“Does she know? Did someone tell her?” asked Susan through her tears. The front door opening left her question unanswered. Mad Eye Moody and Nymphadora Tonks walked into the somber room. Tonks’ hair was black today and Moody seemed to be deflated.

“McGonagall here yet?” asked the old Auror.

“So she wasn’t at the house when…” Remus trailed off, unable to complete the sentence. The others paid rapt attention for more news.

“Madam Bones was alone at home,” confirmed Tonks. Turning to Anna, she respectfully added, “I’m sorry for your loss. I hope you and your family that your sister-in-law was very respected in our department and throughout the Ministry.”

“Damn shame. Damn shame,” muttered Moody, his eyes cast down to the floor. He had known Amelia during his time at the Ministry and was clearly taking her death hard. His magical eye spun as they heard the front door open. “It’s her. Molly, can I make use of your whiskey? The woman’s going to need something stronger than tea. Let me talk to her first.”

Molly didn’t look at him, but nodded, her eyes focused on the hallway that led to the front door. Moody limped out of the room and no one made a move to follow. They all seemed to be in agreement that he should talk to Minerva McGonagall alone. Molly suddenly lunged at the children, shooing them out of the sitting room. “We shouldn’t crowd her…why don’t you take Susan upstairs?”

“What’s going on?” asked Harry. They were clearly out of the loop about something. Madam Bones’ death was a blow to both the Ministry and the Order, but he couldn’t figure what any of that had to do with Professor McGonagall. 

His question was interrupted as the fire glowed green and Severus Snape stepped through the flames. He didn’t bother to dust off his robes before he asked, “Is Minerva here? She went for a walk after Albus told her and she’s no longer at the school.”

“She just got here.”

“Good, good,” muttered Snape. He suddenly looked very uncomfortable, as everyone in the room was staring at him.

“You let her just go off by herself after she got the news her wife was dead?” spat Remus, stepping toward his old classmate. The Gryffindor was still very protective of his previous Head of House.

Snape stiffened at the accusation, but calmly replied, “Albus said to let her go. He had already told her to meet at the Burrow and thought she needed some space…”

“Wife?” Ron spoke up from behind the girls that were still huddled together. Hermione glared at him, but Harry wanted someone to answer the question.

Susan turned slightly to whisper, “My aunt and Professor McGonagall have been married for fifteen years…” Ron’s jaw dropped, but he quickly snapped it back into place when the woman in question entered the room.

Minerva McGonagall’s face was pale and for the first time in Harry’s memory, she looked every day of her sixty something years. One of her fists was clutched in a fist and pressed against her upper abdomen. Her green eyes were rimmed in red, but they weren’t taking in the crowd in the Burrow sitting room. No, she was staring at Severus Snape.

When she spoke, her voice was low and gravely and her tone caused many in the room to take a physical step back. Her question was only meant for Snape: “Did you know?”

“Minerva…” For the first time in his life, Harry Potter felt sorry for Severus Snape. He was frozen in place; it was if Snape thought that she might strike if he tried to move.

“Answer my question.” The danger in her voice was no longer a warning. Minerva repeated her question with venom in each word. “Did you know?”

“I can’t-”

“When you were sitting in my office two hours ago asking for my help with lesson plans, did you know that he was going to kill her?” Minerva stepped out of the doorway, still ignoring everyone else in the room. And her invisible audience stayed silent. “I know it had to have been him. One of his lackeys wouldn’t have been able to take her. So I ask again, Severus, did you know my wife was dying when you were sitting in my office?”

To his credit, Snape never tried to avoid her eyes or back away. Instead the man swallowed his pride and murmured, “I’m so sorry…”

Minerva paused for a moment to process his admission. Behind her Moody started to speak, but she raised a hand to stop him. She took a ragged breath and slowly asked a second question, “Who made the decision not to tell me? Who decided to save me but sacrifice Amelia? Was it you or Albus?”

“Minerva, please…”

“Who decided Amelia deserved to die, but I didn’t?” The anger that had burned so bright in her eyes when she had first entered the room was slowly transforming into anguish. Her wife’s name had caught in her throat and she had barely managed to finish the question.

“Professor, perhaps we should all take a step back.” Remus stepped forward and tried to reason with her, but she ignored him.

“Severus, I need to know-”

“Don’t blame Severus. He was doing as I told him.” Minerva whirled around to face Albus Dumbledore, who in the heat of the moment, had arrived at the Burrow unnoticed. She was breathing hard now and her hands were visibly shaking.

“You let her die.” The accusation hung in the air between them.

Albus’ blue eyes glanced around the room and he murmured, “Perhaps we should have this conversation somewhere else.”

“No need. I’m done.” Minerva brushed past him in an attempt to leave. Dumbledore tried to stop her by reaching for her arm, but she pulled away. Nearby, a glass vase shattered and the lights in the room flickered. “He slaughtered her entire family and still she fought for you! Amelia had power and position and you used her!”

“I didn’t have a choice. Voldemort only told two people other than Severus that he was going after her. Warning you or protecting her would have tipped him off to a spy.” Dumbledore’s calm demeanor only angered her more. “I understand your pain-”

“You understand nothing!” Minerva’s sense of the present was slowly deteriorating. Heat rose in her cheeks and the air snapped with uncontrolled magic. “I have stood behind you, Albus, for all these years. I have defended you and cleaned up every single one of the messes you leave in your wake. But I am done. You let her die and you’ve lost me too.”

With those words, the grieving woman stormed from the room. It would be a long time before anyone dared speak a word in the Burrow.  

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I’ve missed writing Minerva McGonagall

Ever since I finished Amor Est Vita, I’ve been writing for other fandoms. 

So I’m writing a little drabble centering around Amelia Bones’ murder. 

Because I can ship Minerva with just about anyone. So later tonight I’ll post a small ficlet centering around Minerva/Amelia angst. 

Maybe at some point this weekend, I’ll write a happier Minerva/Amelia fic. I have a little plot bunny about lesbian!Minerva. 

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Marauders Era Fancast: Alexis Bledel as Amelia Bones