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SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

Prelude

"What do you mean they're from another planet?" Shock clearly registered on the potion masters face. Dumbledore chuckled his eyes twinkling merily. "Where do you think Avelon went when it went into the mists?"

"I have no idea, I thought it was destroyed." Snape frowned angrily.

"My friend, it went the way of Atlantis, Median and many other magic based socites, it went to another planet." Snape raised an eyebrow. "And what planet would that be?" Dumbledore smiled. "It went to Sayde. Not so advanced in technology but quite advanced in magic. The others went elsewhere of course." "Great," mumbled Snape, "Our scholl will be the only one visited by little green men." Dumbledore chuckled. "Actually, they look like any other human being. Believe me." Snape frowned not so sure he liked the idea, especially since all his life he had thought Avelon was on earth.

Chapter 1 Snape gets an assistant

Snape watched as the other teachers crowded into the conference room. They gossiped among themselves each wondering why Dumbledore had called the meeting. Snape frowned thinking more likely than not it was to introduce another lame brained untrained defense against the dark arts teacher. He glared at the others sullenly. He hated these meetings mostly because Madam Trelawney kept glancing at him like a love sick cow. She leaned over and whispered into Madam Sprout's ear sending them both into a fit of giggles. He raised his eyebrows really not wanting to know what set them off. "Silly women," He thought, "Why me?" He wished he were invisible then she couldn't see him, but alas she could still talk about him and he would hear. He sighed and settled down into his seat. Dumbledore came in with three young men, "I called you all here to let you know we will be graced with the presence of four young people from the university of Avalon. They will act as teacher's assistants to some of you for awhile until their criteria is finished. I hope you will make them welcome since they will be with us awhile. One will stay here permently to add to our staff with a new class, enhancing our school since we will be one of the first in several centuries to have a Magical weapons smithing class and enchantment there of." A murmur rippled through the group. "Wonderful," thought Snape, "Just what we need more bumbling fools." The headmaster motioned for a young lithe blonde haired man to step forward. "This is James Tempest, he will be under Professor Mcgongal." James and Mcgongal shook hands. The other young man with black hair and blue eyes, stepped forward. He bore a striking resemblance to the first. "This is John Tempest he will be under Professor Sprout." The young man shook the professor's plump hand. Snape frowned in thought. "Great another set of mischievous twins." Dumbledore put a hand on the last young man's shoulder. "And this is George Knight, he will be under Sirius Black, our new defense against the dark arts teacher." The young man was tall with dark curly hair he scanned the room with flint gray eyes. Sirius stood behind him and put a hand on his shoulder smiling.

Snape fumed wishing at that very moment that Sirius would fall over dead. He was disappointed when it didn't happen. There was a knock at the door and someone slid a letter underneath. Dumbledore picked it up and opened it. "It seems our fourth assistant will be late arriving they are escorting a new student who will be taking classes here." Another murmur rippled through the assembled staff. "This assistant will be put under Professor Snape's watchful eye. Snape groaned as he noted the twinkle in the headmaster's eyes. The other professors gasped. "I don't want to be bothered by some collage ninny." thought Snape. "and another student, how wonderful." Madam Sprout cleared her throat, "Aren't you afraid that Severus will scare them off?" Snape shot her a withering glance which she pointedly ignored. Dumbledore chuckled, "If I had thought that I wouldn't have done it , my dear." Sprout gave him a doubtful look but kept silent. "Great the man has it in for me!" Snape thought glumly. Snape frowned as he watched George whisper into the old man's ear. Dumbledore chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. He turned to the rest of them. "You are dismissed." The potions master steepled his fingers. "A new student too, how strange we don't get many transfers, I'll have to look into this later." He stored the thought in the back of his mind to examine later. He watched the others make their way out and head back to their classes. Snape glared at Sirius one last time for good measure and retired to his chambers for the night.

He drew his bath and relaxed, when he was done, wearing only his silk pants and smoking robe, black of course, he reclined on the couch lost in thought. Things had taken an unexpected turn for him today. "A new assistant." He mused. He had always had an interest in the schools of Avalon but either you had to be born there , extremely brilliant, or sicken rich. In most cases it was the second option even though there were a lot of the latter especially since birth don't necessarily mean talent. "Yes," he thought , "The school was intriguing ." He had at one point in his life wanted to go but had none of the qualifications except brilliance , so he had passed it off as a fantasy , especially since he had found that they refused outsiders. When they had finally opened their doors to the select few who could pass their tests, he was already settled into his career at Hogwarts. "Still," he thought, "As interesting as it is I am not prepared to deal with an assistant, especially after meeting the other three, they are of the same make as that damn Sirius and Potter." He doubted he could tolerate anyone of them for a day let alone for a couple of years. Exhaustion washed over him as he ran his hands through his wild black hair. "Well I'll deal with it as I can." he thought and let sleep take over.

The next two days came and went. Snape began to think he had become the butt of someone's joke making him snappier than usual. By the third day he began growling at everyone not liking the idea he was the butt of the joke. He swooshed into the potions lab and set his books down on the desk. The class stared at him in silence as if sensing the mood he was in. Gaining his composure he cleared his throat. "Today we will begin by making a draught for strength. Please prepare your herbs." He noted with satisfaction that Harry was having trouble so turned to ask Hermonie for help. "Potter, is there a problem?" Snape boomed. Harry frowned. "I seem to have the same two herbs." Snape growled, "Well let me see." He bent over the table. "Yes one has to have purple fibers while the other one is blue, if you had read the lesson you would know that." Harry looked at Snape as he moved away. "Twenty points from Griffindorf, next time read the lesson." Snape began to explain the difference in the effects of the potion and how long it would last. He was interrupted by a deep musical voice. "Sir you should also mention that it can have a toxic effect on the system if taken too many time as it will eat away at the kidneys and can be potentially fatal hence should not be used except as a last resort." Startled Snape eyed Hermonie who shrugged and pointed to the doorway. He turned to glare at the person in the doorway who happened to be a woman. A strangely dressed woman at that. She had a black bandanna on her head, huge hoop earrings, a black robe with blue jeans and a tee shirt asking him if he wore boxers or briefs , she also wore black combat boots on her feet. Hanging from her waist was a painted leather pouch, her wand and a large bone handled knife that was tied to her leg. Her reddish gold hair curled its way down past her waist. He met her wide blue green eyes set in a clear freckled face. "Who are you?" he growled at her. She straightened, "Merlina Pendragon, sir, your new assistant." He raised an eyebrow. "How dare you interrupt me?" She met his smoldering gaze with a cold calculating look. "Would you want to be responsible for a student's death by not telling them the dangers of the potion?" He bit the inside of his cheek knowing she was right. "How did you know I wasn't going to tell them?" She pursed her lips. "I didn't." He growled. "Then don't do it again." She nodded. "Yes sir."

He gave her another long look. "And please try not to come to my class dressed like that again." She looked down at herself. "What is wrong with my clothes?" He pointed to her shirt with his wand. "I would prefer not to have your shirt asking me stupid questions all day." The class snickered. "Those things hanging around your waist are a nuisance also , they will get in the way." She looked up at him frowning deeply. "The shirt I will change but I will not remove my tools." They glared at each other for a moment. "Fine but I will see you better dressed tomorrow." Snape could have cared less about how she was dressed. He didn't like the fact that she had caught him in a mistake. "The shirt is annoying anyway." He thought. "I wonder though professor," He looked at her. "Which do you wear?" The class snickered much to his annoyance. "Miss Pendragon my underwear is not the topic in this class and you will do well to remember it." He could see her struggling with herself trying not to smile. "Now if you will make yourself useful by assisting my students." She nodded and set her clipboard on his desk. The day went by quickly with Snape barley noticing she was there. Merlina was glad when she could finally leave for her chambers. She was greeted by a large gray wolf. Snape stopped on the way to his chambers watching her. She knelt down to hug the animal burying her face in it's mane. "You want to go for a run, girl?" The wolf barked happily. "O.k. Let me change." The dog followed her into the chamber. Snape shook his head. He proceeded to his chamber wondering why he had been blessed with such bad luck.

Merlina dressed in sweats and the wolf Zoie, made their way outside. They ran together down the field playing tag. Snape wandered the dark hallways as was his usual nighttime activity before retiring for the night. Pausing to glance out the window, he saw Merlina wrestling with the dog. She was laughing as the silly animal licked her face. "I will never understand why people think that's fun." He thought, continuing to watch them until they disappeared from his line of sight. He went to his chambers deep in thought.

In the morning he found Merlina in the lounge drinking coffee with the wolf resting her head in the girl's lap. She was so involved in the book she was reading she didn't hear him come in. He settled in his usual dark corner with his own coffee and watched her. She was reading a muggle novel proclaiming the author was a man named Piers Anthony on the blue cover. He turned to see Sirius and the three other teacher's assistants come in. "Merlina!" They cried in unison and crowded around her. They took turns hugging her causing the wolf to jump down barking at them as if reprimanding them. "How disgustingly sweet." Snape though, but found himself intrigued anyway. "Sirius," said James, "This is Merlina, Pendragon." He shook her hand smiling. "It seems I remember another Pendragon who was a year ahead of me." She nodded. "That was my brother Dale." Sirius was astonished. "Really?" She nodded again. "Big man, really big close to seven foot? Dark hair real light blue eyes?" She chuckled. "He's seven two now though but that's him." Sirius's eyes grew wide. "Damn, but you don't look like him." She smiled. "He takes after mum in looks, dad in build. I'm the reverse." Sirus chuckled. "So how come you went to Avalon?"

She shrugged, "He went later when we moved." Snape racked his brain trying to remember her brother but came up blank so he continued to drink his black coffee. "So where is he now?" Sirius asked. "They sent him to patrol the lay lines around stone hedge, demons keep trying to tear it down." Sirius sat down. "Wow, so how old are you now?" Thinking she was a teenager he stared at James open mouthed when he said, "Twenty nine." She glared at him. "That can't be right, " thought Snape. "She looks no older than seventeen or eighteen." He knew an enchantment spell when he saw one and she wasn't using one. Sirius shook his head. "Yea right." She nodded, "He's right ." Snape watched her for any sign she was lying but she was relaxed. Convinced Sirius leaned back. James patted her hand. "You know she was confronted by the beast who guards the tree of Odin and won." She gave him a withering look. Snape frowned, no one except a magical weapons master confronted that monster and most that did died, there was no way she could have survived. The boy is silly as are his friends, Snape thought. "Yea," said John, "She was stabbed through the heart." Sirius looked at them unconvinced. For once Snape agreed with him. What are these boys trying to prove? He thought. "We thought she was going to die." said George quietly. "Show him the scar, Lina." She rose from the table. "No, you guys are blabbermouths , you will end up telling the whole school my secrets, then I will be pissed off." She swallowed the rest of her coffee, picked up her book nodding to Sirius. "Nice meeting you." She said and turned to leave frowning at Snape before she stormed out the door with the wolf at her heels. George shrugged, "She gets like that sometimes, must be a woman thing." John nodded. "No." James said. "She gets tired of you guys making a big deal out of her scar, women don't talk about that shit." Sirius grinned. "Like he said it's a woman thing." James sighed. Snape watched them leave. I think our dear girl just might be hiding the truth and that is why she refuses to talk about her so called scar. Snape thought, he knew she was lying but had to find proof. He knew that she had to be a fraud, there was no way a woman could do what they claimed she had done. Men twice her size had been killed by the beast. I have to find proof, he thought, and show it to the headmaster, otherwise he will never believe me. He proceeded to his class finding Merlina writing the potions list on the black board. In the corner lay the wolf with her nose buried in her fluffy tail. He watched her in silence noticing the dragons tattooed on her forearms. As an after thought he slammed the books down on the desk. She turned startled. "Oh." She said and turned back to the list. "What are you doing?" He snarled. She looked at him confused. "Writing the list I thought it would help you." He crossed his arms over his chest glaring down at her. "I do not need any help from a little girl." He saw the flash of anger in her eyes that caused them to go dark momentarily. Nice effect, he thought pleased. "And further more get that mutt out of here." The wolf's ears perked up. "No." She growled. He locked eyes with her. "Listen here child." he snarled. She slammed the chalk down on the desk smashing it into pieces. "No Dracula, you listen here, Zoie will stay, she is my familiar and my friend. Something you know nothing about." He towered over her. "If it attacks one of the students I will make damn sure you are held responsible, understand." She continued to glare at him infuriated. "Fine Vlad the impaler." She hissed and turned away from him. He smiled to himself. She is still irritated with her friends so she lashes out at me, Snape thought, well now I know how to push her buttons which could prove interesting. That was one of the things that made him such a good spy for Dumbledore, that and the fact he was relentless in digging up people's fears and secrets. He looked down at his arm rubbing the mark of the dark lord. He was branded forever for those extraordinary gifts. He watched Merlina roll up her sleeves exposing the dragons and set out the beakers. So is she, he thought, unwillingly. He watched the students file in with his usual glare. He heard several of them say hello to Merlina. She smiled at them her beautiful eyes lighting up. He felt a pain knowing he had never seen anyone's eyes do that for him. Even Draco got a smile from her. She treated them all as equals even Neville Longbottom, the sniveling brat, blushed when she smiled at him. How disgusting, Snape though scowling deeper. When they were all seated she stood at the wall like a silent statue, helping students and answering questions when he was otherwise occupied. By the end of the day he wasn't sure if he liked her silence towards him, feeling as if she thought he was beneath her.

He stood in his chambers contemplating her strangeness when he heard a knock at his door. "Yes who is it?" He hollered irritably. "It's Sirius." Muttering he opened the door. "What do you want?" Sirius handed him a medium sized box. "This came for you." Snape took the package. "Thank you." He said and shut the door in the other man's face. He sat the box on the little table and began his nightly ritual by drawing a bath. He checked the address on the box while the tub filled. It read Camelot library. Amazing, he thought, I wonder why it took so long? He shook his head and got ready for his bath.