Chapter 2a: A Minor Clash of … the Potion Masters

Harry cracked his eyes open and rolled slightly to the side to look out the window. The sun was barely up, so he guessed it was about six in the morning. He looked around the room to further understand his surroundings. He saw Melody working on some potions. Every so often, Drisana would hand her something to her. She got a variety of different potions and filled different number of vials. At the last cauldron she filled ten vials and her husband came in the room. Quietly, they went to the farthest corner of the room, consequently, closer to Harry. (A/N: 1 I don't really know what time the sun rises in England. Actually, I have completely forgotten when the sun rises in normal places. I live in Alaska, so the sun rises when I am at school and sets a little after 3:30 PM. So I said what it was in Las Vegas.)

"You are hungry, I can tell. You haven't spent enough time with me to eat for a week and a half. This is not healthy. You are going to drop with fatigue. Come on just a little bit, love," at first Remington's voice was scolding but it changed to more of an entreaty.

"Fine. But I want you to know I have not been eating much because I know my duty to Harry. Without me he would have no link to the vampires that will soon join Voldemort if they receive no word of treaty or truce. He needs to heal soon because if he remains an invalid Voldemort will gain the upper hand and we cannot allow that. We have already openly defied Voldemort, if he finds out Harry has been incapacitated by MUGGLES, he will strike hard and fast," Melody explained heatedly as her canine teeth elongated and her face became sharper and more fierce than before. Her blue eyes became an intense, piercing grey and her fingers became longer with sharper nails.

"You always make a pained face when I do this and I hate it!" she exclaimed softly as she took hold of his shoulders and she slowly lowered her mouth to his neck. Her sharp teeth pierced his skin easily and a little bit of colour drained from his face. Harry noticed he tried really hard not to grimace but he did ever so slightly. She pulled away, flicked her long hair from her face, licked her lips and scowled at him. "I told you. You always grimace and it makes me feel bad!"

"I am sorry, love. It is just when you do that it feels like my stomach is about to toss whatever I ate within the last five days," he said, attempting to soothe her. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. A soft consistent knocking sounded from the door, but they ignored it. Drisana went to the door and opened it, allowing an impassive Severus into the room. Severus went to the cauldrons and vials, slowly he looked them over. He raised an eyebrow at the ten vials, but made no comment.

"You should get some rest, Melody. I will take over from here. I am sure you are tired and fatigued," Severus tried to make a discreet dismissal.

"I do not care, Severus. I will not hand Harry or Draco over to you. And my eating habits are none of anyone's business." She stalked over to a counter top. Severus followed her.

"Here are those Sleeping Draughts you asked for," he handed her two more vials with clear liquids. "You know, you should eat, not drink a bunch of supplements. They do not have all the nutrients your body needs. Someone in your situation should eat more not less."

"First off, Mister Snape, if you are going to scold me, never do so in front of my daughter or patients. Second, I do not drink supplements. They taste nasty. Thirdly, I have at least two patients that are under nourished, so they require supplements. And need I remind you I am a VAMPIRE I needn't eat food. Lastly, my business is my own. I trust you not to spread my business around and to keep it silent until I am ready to entrust such knowledge to everyone else. Besides, Mister Potter is awake. We must leave this conversation to a later date. I need to start before Mister Malfoy arrives. I trust you will continue to keep my affairs silent until we can pick this up at a later date, yes, Mister Snape?" she asked impertinently, as one of her arched eyebrows rose questioningly.

"Of course, Melody. We will talk more soon." With that he spun on heel and went towards the exit of the room. Melody smirked at his retreating back and he suddenly whirled around. "Have no fear, Miss Sagara, we will talk later." He gave her an evil smirk and left.

Melody glared at the closed door and a small burn spot appeared on the door. Within the minute, an opening the size of someone's head was gaping at the side of the door and the wall next to it.

"Melody, really was that necessary?" her husband asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, yes it was. Obviously no one trusts me. So now there is a area that can fit his largely inflated cranium. Anyways, now everyone can check up on me, whenever. Don't like it, fix it your goddamn self. And please get Ana out of here before I become upset that she is playing with my cauldrons. Ana, stop that right now!" She stopped immediately, backed away from the cauldrons and ran out of the room tears in her eyes.

"I will watch her while you are busy, but you will have to apologize to Ana yourself," Remy said quietly, kissed her on the cheek and left quickly after her.

She snorted as she took three glasses out of a cabinet and placed them on a tray next to a pitcher of pumpkin juice and some vials. She walked to Harry's bedside table and set the tray down. She poured the juice into the cups and emptied half of a vial into one cup and repeated the process with one other cup.

"Are you going to 'heal' me now?" Harry asked, obviously doubting she could.

"Not just yet. I need to ask you a question. Who raped you?" she asked bluntly.

"My uncle," he replied distantly.

"Bastard," she muttered as she reached for a cup and a vial. "That was all I really needed to ask. Now we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Which one would you prefer?" She set them on the table closer to Harry.

"Which one is which?" he asked crudely. She stood and picked the tray up.

"Well, Harry, it is all a matter opinion really," she stated as she gave Remus a cup and vial. "Your Wolfsbane and something to wash it down. You see, Harry, I think the hard way is you trusting me enough not to throw me out of your mind and across the room. Drink this, Mister Black, you look parched," she ordered handing him the last cup. "The easy way is you drinking that vial. It will lower your defenses so I can get in without resistance. Of course, there are some people who see the options opposite of how I described them. The easy way you trusting me and the hard way me drugging you to the teeth."

"Well, I don't know," he replied uneasily.

"Know what? Which to choose or if you trust me?" she said with a wry smile as Remus and Sirius slumped over dead asleep.

"Well, both, really. You are helping Malfoy!"

"Mister Potter, I can assure you Mister Malfoy does not trust me because I am helping you. So this kind of is a dead end."

"I still don't know."

"I would remind you I am helping Mister Lupin and Mister Black. I just put them to sleep because I did not want to listen to them coo at each other." She put a hand on Remus' side and a bright glow covered his entire body. "All better now."

"What is?"

"He nearly killed his liver. I merely fixed it. He must have drunk himself into a drunken stupor for months. Now what will is be?"

"The potion."

"Well, drink the juice then the potion. Makes it easier for the potion to sit something."

"Alright."

Chapter 2b: A Minor Clash of … Patients

He drank the juice and downed the potion in one gagging gulp. Slowly, he drifted into unconsciousness, listening to Melody's soft voice. For hours, she sat with Harry's mind connected to hers by gentle tendrils. She whittled away at his irrational fears, soften his rational one, she took down his mental block, brick by metaphorical brick. The process was slow, excruciatingly slow, but when it was finished, she gave a mental cheer that startled Harry into wakefulness. He looked around to see Sirius' angry expression pointed at Melody, a serene Remus at Harry's right and Draco's blank face over Melody's shoulder. And plenty of other people in the back of the room.

"Is he alive now?" Draco asked, poking Harry's bare shoulder. Both gasped and Draco stood eerily still as each other's emotion coursed through the other's mind. A hand broke the contact and the two boys gave each other incredulous looks.

"I have not given Harry his mental shield back. So no touchy," and she set his barrier and her own. "We will talk in twenty minutes. Cal, my dearest brother, could you assist Mister Potter down stairs. I think an appearance is in order even if practically every in the free world is in here. Plus, he is hungry just ask Mister Malfoy," she said lightly. "Now anyone in some sort of pain?" After a chorus of 'no's' she said, "Then get out for at least ten minutes. When Messrs. Malfoy and Potter, we will begin our first little counseling session. NO, Mister Snape, get out. Lave me alone." She turned to Drisana who ran to her. She picked her up, swung her around for a moment and when she finally set her down, she still had company in the room. Cal and Teri sat on the edge of the bed while Remy walked over to her and Snape stood by the door arms crossed over his chest.

"Love, you are stressed. What is the matter?" Remy cajoled as he wrapped his arms around Melody.

"Nothing," she waved him off.

"Not lie to me. Severus told me you have TEN vials of supplements. You have not been eating." His tone changed to harsh and accusing.

"I am not a child! I know," she looked more reluctant than angry. She turned to face Snape. "You said you would not tell. You lied," she truly looked saddened and stunned that he would lie to her.

Snape looked uncomfortable upon seeing her hurt expression. She looked like a child, naïve and innocent. "You are hurting yourself. I did what I thought was necessary," he defended in an embarrassed voice.

She squared her shoulders, moved out of her husband's embrace and moved to her cauldrons. "And now so am I. I need to get ready for Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy's session. Please leave."

"Melody..." Remy tried, but she shook him off and gave him a look that clearly said she did not want to hear him at that moment.

"You are right on time, Mister Malfoy. Please have a seat. I must talk to the both of you. First and foremost, you both must realize that my priorities are you two. I will try to keep my other problems at bay whilst I am helping you. Secondly, Mister Snape has taken it upon himself to get in my way at all costs. So, he will be my other main problem. Mister Snape, if you do not remove your fat head from the hole in my door I shall have to blow your head off your shoulders," she threatened with a deadly calm that startled both teens.

"Miss Sagara, I merely wanted to sit in on one of your sessions to assess your methods."

"That is quite fine, however, you may sit in on a session in the more distant future, not our first one. I must assess them as individuals and together, I cannot have you as a distraction right now. Please leave."

"Miss Sagara, I must decline to leave, I am truly interested how you work on little to no food. Your first meal in the last two weeks was merely ten minutes ago, I am currently taking bets on when you crash. Of course your sister wanted to place a bet, but seeing into the future is against the rules."

"What do you want from me? To drain someone dry, so I can get the necessary amount of nutrients. That is hardly healthy for them."

"And you killing yourself is not going to benefit them," Severus countered loudly waving a hand towards Draco and Harry.

"Well, this is the best I can offer. Of course, if you like, I can leave Harry and Draco to you. I am sure that will go over well. You have no idea how to handle cases like these."

"Then teach me, but killing yourself will do no good!"

"Teach you! Ha, that is the dumbest idea I have ever heard. I cannot teach you because you are too old to learn."

"I am not that stiff in my ways, that I cannot learn."

"No, but your magical signature has been a constant thing for nearly half your life. To learn this type of thing, you must arrange your body and magic to accept the teachings. I would kill you while trying to do it, and the back lash would kill me. Then we would really be screwed. Hell, it almost killed me and I was only ten when I began. I am the only person that has been able to successfully change a magical signature and live in the last five centuries. So do not tell me that we can put this off to get my body on track. If we put this off, we lose them both. So shut up and get out. The moment we are done I will find a friend and suck on them for a little bit, but not now I am busy."

"Fine, but don't you lie to me. I will find out if you do!" Severus warned, but she waved him off.

"Sure okay whatever. Now boys I need you to look into each other's eyes and take a deep breath. You will feel dizzy, but that is to be expected."

The session went well up until the moment Draco saw Harry's hand on his knee and yelled, "Stop touching me you freak!" to which Harry pushed him off the bed. With a huff, Draco stood, righted his robes and stalked out of the room. Snape's head could be seen through the hole and Melody screeched chucking a candle holder at him.

"Harry, why don't you eat something, hm?" Mrs. Weasley suggested walking into the room laden with a tray filled with food.

"No, I am tired," Harry muttered, turning onto his side, and pretended to fall asleep.

"His appetite will return eventually Mrs. Weasley. Just give it and him time. Why don't you leave some food if he changes his mind?" Melody offered accio'ing the candle holder and set on the table by her cauldrons. Both women left without another word.

Harry turned to look at the tray of food on the bedside table. He wrinkled his nose.

"Everything makes me nauseous," Harry muttered to himself as threw the covers off of him. His bare feet rested lightly on the numbingly cold floor, toes curled against the coldness in hopes to retain some heat. He sighed dully. He stood quickly as if he made up his mind to do something, and then swayed for a moment with sudden dizziness. Blinking a few times, he started for the door, but saw none other than Draco Malfoy peeking through the hole Harmony has made. He scowled, agitated by the intruder.

"What, Malfoy?" he demanded curtly.

"Why did you push me, Potter?" Malfoy shot back.

"You called me a freak. Why wouldn't I push you.?"

"You were groping me! Why wouldn't I call you a freak?"

"Don't give me that Malfoy. I have been in your head. I know you liked it, you sick fuck!"

"Well, I could see your reaction you liked it too. And don't give that 'I've been in your head' bullshit. I have been in YOUR head and I do NOT want you touching me, Potter!"
Harry suddenly lunged at the other boy and he gave a surprised shout just before they hit the floor. The two grappled for a moment and somehow managed to end up near the door, where Sirius and Snape stood with two very different looks. Snape grabbed Malfoy by the collar as Sirius did the same for Harry.

"Harry, what happened?" Sirius asked excitedly, while Snape demanded, "What are you doing, Draco?"

Both muttered, "Nothing," and looked anywhere but at each other.

"What did that boy do to Harry, Snape?" Sirius yelled.

"Draco, what did your beast of a godson do? He probably attempted to molest my godson again," Snape yelled in return.

"Molest? MOLEST!! Harry would never willingly touch your godson!" Sirius was now yelling at the top of his lungs.

"My godson…" Snape began, yelling just as loud as Sirius, but was cut off by Melody and Cal, who had put her hand over Snape's mouth and his over Sirius'.

"Shut up the both of you! Gods, you two are loud. Ana is taking a nap down the hall and I will not have you two screeching like banshees." She frowned as she removed her hand and wiped it on her pants. "Gods, what a racket. Mister Malfoy get out. Go to your room, the library, anywhere but here. Now." Malfoy huffed and stomped out like earlier. "Mister Potter, I will have to insist you cease and desist your tantrum. Or I will have to put your nose in a corner," she threatened. Harry looked at her and sighed.

"Fine."

"Thank you. If I ask you what was going on, will you give me an honest answer? Or better what led to that lovely macho display of manly prowess?" Harry defiantly stared at the wall in silence. "Or not, that is cool. Okay everyone, file out. We need to let him sulk in private or it won't feel as satisfying for him," she ordered laughing, but everyone obeyed quietly.

"Have fun, Harry. Don't strain anything. By the way, frowning, and scowling give you premature wrinkles." And she shut door. He scowled harder.

Chapter 2c: A Minor Clash of … Werewolves

Cal walked into the dining room and fell gracefully on to the bench at he table.

"Gods, this place is tiring," he moaned to which Harmony laughed sitting next to him.

"Oh come on. Time was we could party all night and into the wee hours of the morning, drink coffee, go to school, work will ten and repeat the process. Are you getting old? Pfft, you're 18, man!" she mocked with a good natured grin.

"I feel old. Just so you know. I did not feel old when we first got here," he complained, letting his hands hold his face and rubbed them vigorously.

"Maybe, you're still tired from the healing, plus the full moon is coming up fast. Go to bed before you drop from exhaustion," she chided gently. One eye opened to look at her.

"And what of you, huh? You are twice as tired I am sure, eat even less that I do and sleep half as much. YOU must be tired, yet you won't sleep either. Hypocrite," he sighed and lurched off the bench. He stood for a minute then froze looking at the door. Melody's eyes shot to the door; Remus stood panted in shallow, quick wheezes

"Mister Lupin, are you..." she stopped as Remus leapt at Cal. Cal's back struck the ground with a bone breaking force, that drove the air out of his lungs and Cal fought to regain his breath. Remus lowered his nose to Cal's mouth and sniffed.

A deep growl seemed to creep from Remus' throat. Melody was rooted to her seat, afraid if she moved he would attack Cal. Remus swung at Cal, and a long gash appeared on his cheek. Blood seemed to blossom and well along the gash. Blood began to drip into his left eye, but he was pinned and could not wipe it away.

"Mister Lupin, get off of him. He did nothing," Teri commanded. Another growl was her response. "He did nothing. This is a mistake. When you hear the reason, you will feel like an idiot. If you kill him, you feel horrible for killing for nothing." A growl rumbled as Remus rose.

He turned to face Teri and growled once again. "He placed his hand over Mister Black's mouth to keep from waking Drisana from her nap."

"He has Sirius' scent on his face!" his voice still had remnants of the growl, giving his voice a gravelly quality.

"He placed his head in his hands. Humans do that when they are tired. You remember?" Teri explained patiently.

"Yes. Mister Sagara, I apologise." He turned and left quickly. Cal wiped the blood out his eye and breathed deeply a few times, until hs breathing evened out.

"Well, that was…" Melody trailed off.

"Close?" Teri offered.

"Weird?" Malfoy suggested.

"Scary?" Cal put in. He got to his knees before he stood. He swayed, dizzy from blood loss. He started to step towards the door, but slipped on the puddle of blood that had formed around his head and nearly fell.

"Yeah, sure, those." Melody chuckled uncomfortably. "Okay, Calix? Here let me heal you real quick, okay?"

"Yeah sure, Cool," he mumbled as Melody placed a gentle finger to one end of the gash. A soft glow appeared and the gash disappeared.

"I think I am tired. I think I will sleep for a few hours."
"Yeah, me, too." Cal and Melody walked to their rooms while Teri sat and started eating the food she had brought with her into the room.
"Want some?" Teri offered to Malfoy, who looked a little green. He shook his head vigorously, with wide, disbelieving eyes.
"Dearie, you need to learn how to eat when you are scared, after scenes of pure carnage, during bouts of adrenaline, because if you don't you will drop from exhaustion. 'Those who do eat before battle are eaten by battle.' I don't remember who said it, but it is still true." Teri began eating again. Draco swallowed thickly and nibbled on a slice of bread. Teri smiled into her cup.

A/N: I do not remember where that quote is from so if anyone knows tell me please. Also I for got to put in the 'prophecy' is really a little part of Shakespeare's The Comedy of Errors.'