Disclaimer: Same as it always is. With the majority of the plants seen belonging to my newest book's copywrite.

Title: The snake and the lion.

Harry's POV:

Upon finally pulling himself back together, Harry was as close to content as ever to go back and sleep. He stood slowly, brushing the dirt off his shirt and pants and began his small trip routine. First out to gather his cloak, then the careful trek back inside the castle, which was followed by the nerve racking scurry up the stairs and back into his dorm room. He reached his hand out passing through the doorway and grabbed hold of his cloak only to have it pull right back from him. He cursed, at this point even his clothing was against him, "...and so goes the 'wonderful' life of Harry Potter, even his cloak hates him…" He murmured to himself as he stopped to find out just why the article was being such an issue now. And to the dark haired boy's shock there was a note, but after reading it Harry was more confused than ever.

He'd been pondering the author's identity for over fifteen minutes when the first few pinkish red rays struck his eyes, causing him to step back. The confusion building in his mind, though he made his way back very quickly to his dorm. Worn from his minds constant spiraling thoughts he pushed past the fat lady and made it all the way to his bed before falling face first into the soft blankets. Curling into them even deeper Harry didn't notice that he and his bed were no longer where they'd been left. He was far to tired to notice, much less care, since sleep and dreams were the only place he had left of happiness he was all to happy to ignore anything else happening in reality.

Snape's POV:

He sat in shock looking up at the place where the vampire had stood moments before, wondering if this wasn't all just from the lack of sleep. But upon looking back down at the paper in his hands he saw the one below it, the very one that told of the girl's punishment, to be Fate's prisoner until she had proven herself. He cringed, knowing that Fate was a very unkind woman; this poor girl would spend the rest of her life working for her. He shook the thoughts off for then though and stood readying himself to head for his classroom and the fourth years he'd find sleeping there. He snarled some at the thought of Potter being there as well, dreadfully and gracefully he started from the library for the room still trying not to think about what was happening outside of his class.

Draco's POV:

Tiredly he fell into the common room and laid on the couch closest to the fire pit, he wasn't so sure how this was going to turn out. And his mind was still screaming at him that this was some mistake, that it had been some sort of trick. He groaned as he heard the door open and close again knowing it was his godfather, who was coming back here to get something he thought he needed to buy a touch of time before having to go to his class. He would have smirked, or even tease the man but for now he was far to tired to try for either. So he laid his head back against the arm of the couch and started to let his eyes drop shut. Falling into a deep sleep as he thought floated mostly to his wish, he missed the look of worry that crossed Snape's face before he'd left the room.

Rayen's POV:

Rayen had long since escaped that early morning into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where she had set up her little garden of oddities that had been brought along to keep her calm. It held many wonders from many realms which the shadow had crossed over the twenty years of her served sentence. She dressed casually in a pair of Muggle gray jeans and a forest green tank top, strolling through the woods towards the small lake she'd left the plants by. As she approached the dirt pathway she could hear the song from her singing lilac trees, and the silvery gleam of the large axe heads from her guarding Rowarks came into view as well when she's followed the stone steps halfway down. At the bottom of the obsidian stone steps her curtain reeds parted slightly for her to enter the hidden cove, she watched with a smile playing on her lips as the huntress rose swallowed an unsuspecting little bird, and the playful Alu stocks ran underfoot of the Sentinel bushes which were in march for the other end of the cove. The lily Faire's buzzed with happiness when they saw her leaving their pads to rest instead in her hair while she listened to the soft, methodical voice of the storyteller of Venis flower which was speaking of the gems of element story from Norova. She sat down on the smooth boulder the set in the edge of the water, plucking one of the Shifter Rune's from its branch and took in the unbelievable sweet scent that changed her eyes to a beautiful flame red then to their true burning ash color. It was then she got her idea, the best way to control Harry's powers was through the potion she could make out of these flowers. With this idea in mind she gathered several more of the flowers and hurried for the potions room under her cloak of mirror leaves she'd been gifted by the Mystic Elves. She stopped before the steps to pick four broken heart leaves and returned to her room in the flash of a silvery shadow. Upon entering her private room in the old castle she pulled open the bookcase to a small secret portal she'd made for herself. This portal lead to a room deep in the Shalli Castle in Miscow that held all ingredients from all different realms, she snatched many bottles with unimaginable things from the shelves around her tucking each away in special pocket in the cloak. When she felt she was finished she stepped back through the portal and shut the bookcase behind herself pleased with herself for having all things in stock, but this too was cut short when she noted that no one was in the common room this combined with the position of the sun on the stairs that lead to the class rooms. With an angry sigh she gathered her books, wand, and darted from the room in a full sprint for the potions class. As she neared the door she cursed herself for forgetting to change her clothes and cloak, but entered anyway.

POV: Open

The shocked looks she earned caused a sort of smirk to show itself before she sat behind Draco who seemed more than shocked. Snape's eyes were wide when he saw her silvery cloak and under dress, but it was too much for him and he exploded forgetting the threat from the library and told the whole class to return to the Great Hall as she grabbed the small girl's arm and began to drag her for the door. This greatly angered Harry who jumped up against the protest of Ron and Hermione following Snape and Rayen as they headed for the headmaster's office. Rayen growled some but allowed the rude actions to continue until she sensed two people following them, one she could pick out was Harry Potter, the other she knew but couldn't remember the aura signature. This caused her to finally pull Snape's hand from her cloak and stood spinning to face him, her face hardening as she readied herself. "Who do you think you are sir? And what is it you think your doing dragging me?" Her voice was strong and tone gave away that she expected a little more than an answer. It was Harry, who rounded the corner first unnoticed and listened carefully to Snape's words,

"Well first of all I am your Professor, and your dress if far out of code. Farther more where would a young witch such as yourself get a cloak like this one?" His voice was steely cold but didn't seem to faze her at all as she turned her back to him and began to walk down the hall.

Stopping she flipped her hair back over her shoulder before turning to look at Snape again, "So where is it you were dragging me to? May as well continue the journey." The smirk played on her lips as she turned back after having given Harry a wink. Snape only snorted missing the wink and passed her robes billowing behind him on his way up the large steps and passed the gargoyles without a word, Rayen just behind him, and without anyone's notice two others behind them.

POV: Dumbledore

To say Albus Dumbledore was surprised by the four people who were suddenly in his office would have been an understatement; he was in fact beyond shocked as there were two standing before him and two hiding in the shadows of the room. He was interrupted from his thoughts to ask the other two to step out, when Snape cleared his throat.

"We have some sort of problem with miss Vislord here, she doesn't seem to understand the rules. As you can see by the way she's dressed."

Snape stated causing Dumbledore to look at the girl who was acting as though she wasn't listening, rather she had begun to speak with some of the paintings quietly so as not to be heard. But that wasn't what held his attention, rather it was the cloak she wore. He shook his head and offered them both a seat and a lemon drop before his eyes fixed on Rayen.

"Tell me child where did you come across a cloak like that?" He began watching how she reacted.

She on the other hand had stop paying the old man much mind as she stood from her seat and made her way to the massive doors and opened them allowing her friend to enter. As the wolf crossed the thresh and entered the room he bowed to her extending his left foreleg to her with a letter tucked safely in the band. After she'd taken it and begun to read was when he spoke.

"Rayen there is bad news as well…the pack has come into trouble in the south lands. Those who follow Callisto are rising again, they also joined with a wizard of this world m'lady. The council agrees that we must act fast in Fate's best interest. We have readied in the cove, we'll wait there to hear your answer."

Menician turned to walk away leaving a room of stunted listeners and one very angry woman who held a letter in her hand. She turned to the two men with a dark look on her face, and began looking through her cloak's pockets counting up all the bottles and vials the her eyes fell on the two seated before her.

"Come with me, I'll tell you what you need to know. But this I must make first." She turned for the door with Menician at her side and started down the first few steps before turning half way. "You too Harry, Sefu. I know your both there. And you Harry will need this brew." The continued her path to the potions room all four men in tow.

AN: Well there ya'll have it. Hope I'm at least remembered.