(a/n - and so my tale continues. Sorry for the cursing in the last chapter, but in my mind, Severus and Rolanda appear to be like that when the atmosphere is tense. Also, the innuendos. Though they were fun to write. Anyway, thanks to those who were kind enough to review, and virtual cookies to anyone else who reviews!)

1985.

The tabby cat made her way down to the potions lab, and squeezed herself under a cabinet, where she had a good view of the potions master stirring a cauldron, then straining the liquid off the mixture to reveal a thick purple cream, which he then placed into a vial. As he cleaned up, and weirdly, she noticed, smartened himself up, the tabby cat noticed another equally well dressed person enter the room, and they were limping.

"Hooch." the potions master drawled, offering the vial to her.

"Oh Severus! Thank you so much, I owe you anything!" she gushed, taking the vial and slipping it into her robes. "How often do I apply it?"

"Twice a day, sometimes more. Place it on the sore area and massage in a circular motion until the area begins to burn. That shows it is working. You should then leave the area untouched for roughly 15minutes, so that the creme cannot rub off. Good evening." The two shook hands and left, both blushing slightly. The tabby cat rolled her eyes and slipped away, back to the headmaster's office, where she leapt onto his lap and licked his beard affectionately. He chuckled.

"Back so soon, my dear? Did you notice anything of interest?" he raised an eyebrow at the cat, and watched as she transformed into a raven haired beauty in his lap. He stroked her hand.

"Well, Minerva?" She smiled at him.

"Yes, indeed, Albus. They are clearly smitten with one another." she put her wand to her temple and took it to his pensive, where he took her hand and dived inside with her. As they watched the memory, Minerva wrapped her fingers tightly around Albus' as she noticed him becoming moved close to tears at the evident chemistry between their friends and colleagues. Soon, the memory was over, and they were back in his office, where Albus turned to face her, smiling sadly.

"My dear Minerva," he said. "It is time to intervene."

"Not yet Albus. Wait until Rolanda is better." Minerva replied. "Have you finished your letters yet?"

"Yes, my dear, for now. Although I did have an interesting one I thought you might like." he grinned.

"Really Albus? What?"

"As we approach the fifth birthday of the youngest Potter, I have had a letter from our dear Arabella Figg, who informs me that the boy is continuing to show intense magical power as he starts school. It would appear that his parents' legacy continues." Albus smiled with Minerva. "I can guarantee that in a few years, he will be joining us at Hogwarts." They shared another smile. That was in the future. For now, they had more important things to be worrying about. Such as getting their two close friends together before summer of 1985 ended.