A/N: Thank you Mem-Musings for the wonderful reviews. I'm actually quite surprised at the amount this story has gotten so far. Any ways please enjoy the chapters and for those of my readers who are waiting for the next installment of Kiss From A Rose, I should have the next one out by Sunday.

It was dinner, and besides Potions, all my classes seemed to go well. I recently found out from one of my fellow Gryffindors that my Potions detentions were to start immediately during supper. Thus where I was headed. I could only imagine the rigorous tasks he'd make me do. I reached the classroom door slightly nervous about knocking. One run in a day with him was enough, two was pushing it.

I took a sharp breath in and knocked on the hard surface before me.

"Come in," said a cold deep voice from within. I gulped and pushed open the door. He was seated behind his desk with his head propped up on the back of his hands. His glare made me shiver.

"You can start by re-labeling the ingredients in the storage room, even ones that were just done. Organize them as well."

I kept a groan to myself, knowing I could be spending more time if I stepped out of line. I entered to storage room and almost died. It hadn't looked like it had been touched in centuries. I rubbed my forehead and got to work taking down everything off their shelves. I sat on the ground with the containers piled before me. That's when I noticed a lot of ingredients were missing labels. I would have to ask Snape which ingredients were what. That's when I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a book and I looked up at Snape with an outstretched arm.

"This book contains every ingredient in this room. Use it to identify them."

I took the book and smiled a little. Snape only scowled and I turned away, listening to his footsteps leaving the room. I opened the page, releasing dust particles into the air. I sneezed causing dust to fly everywhere, coming from both the book and the jar and bottles in front of me.

I lifted a tiny bottle and ripped off the worn label, which could be identified as fluxweed, which was one of the ingredients used in the Polyjuice potions. My mid traced back to when Hermione was concocting the potions in the second floor girl's bathroom. I had to get this ingredient for her on the night of the full moon. I found labeling paper on another shelf with collecting dust. I blew on the paper and brought it back over to my wonderful working spot. Dabbing my eagle feather into a vile of ink I wrote the word 'Fluxweed' on the label, peeled it off and then stuck it onto the bottle. And I did that for about 200 different ingredients.

Wiping my brow and stood with my hands on my hips admiring the now newly labeled and organized (alphabetically might I add) potion ingredients. The shelves were dusted as well to to the fast that I'd knocked it off when I gathered the bottles. I felt a breeze behind me and turned to Snape with an eyebrow raised.

"I might actually use these now," he said lightly, and I was taken aback by the sudden change in tone. I hadn't heard a single word emitted from his mouth that wasn't overshadowed in coldness or sarcasm.

"Back here same time, tomorrow," he said and the familiar dryness to his voice returned as if he had read my mind.

"Yes, Professor."

I headed back to the Gryffindor common room with a hand on my stomach.

"Ugh, I forgot I hadn't eaten dinner."

I could venture into the kitchen and sneak something but I was too tired to bother. I kept walking and found myself in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. Only the portrait was bare. I looked at my watch.

12:26 am

I panicked and turned around looking for anyone. It was dead silent. I could knock on the portrait but I doubted anyone would hear me. I slid down the wall and placed my arms over my knees. I dropped my head and tried to think. I could get a teacher, but other than Snape, who I didn't particularly think would fetch a panting, everyone else would punish me for being out WAY past curfew. I could look for the painting myself but It was hard enough to see without a light and if I lit my wand the painting would start to complain. Maybe if I waited here long enough Filch might come by and help me. Right, a man who takes pleasure in giving students detentions would definitely find a way to let me in. I sighed. Perhaps he could hang me from my toes and I could sleep upside down.

I don't remember when my thoughts stopped or when I fell asleep but I know I did. I was startled our of my sleep when a herd of students came bursting out of the hole in the wall. Sure enough the Fat Lady was back.

"Moe?" I heard a certain male voice ask and I looked up at Ron.

"Hey," I said glancing at my watch. It was almost time for breakfast. I looked down to see a warm fleece blanket covering me, and I wondered how it got there.

"Moe, are you coming to breakfast?" asked Neville who appeared beside Ron and next to him was Harry.

"Nah, I'm just gonna head to Ancient Runes and hopefully lunch will come soon enough. I picked myself up and climbed through the whole in the wall. I slowly trudged up the stairs and reached the girls dormitory. I set my bag on my bed and heard a crunch of paper. I lifted my bag and discovered a small yellow envelope. I picked up the letter and saw my name written in curly black ink. I smiled recognizing my mother's beautiful handwriting. I tore open the top and pulled the folded piece of parchment from the envelope.

Dear Monica,

I'm sure your school year has started off well. I wanted to see how you were doing and I didn't want your letter to come during the morning post, I felt that it was best read by yourself. There have been some strange things going on near Azkaban. I want you to keep your guard up and to report any suspicious behavior. I only pray that this has nothing to do with the return of the Dark Lord.

With Love,

Annalise Devereux, Mum.

I smiled and folded the paper back in half and placed it in the pocket of my robe. I would make a note to write to her later.I walked into the bathroom and I was horrified when I saw myself in the mirror. It was like death reincarnated. I washed my face quickly and took a quick shower. I dried my hair with my wand and threw on a new robe sending the other one to be washed. I did up my hair and face like usual but still wasn't satisfied. My eyes were dark purple and now amount of makeup would cover that up. I decided that if Snape was gonna keep making me work until midnight then I should have the right to the ingredients of a beautifying potion. I sighed after multiple tries at redoing my eyes and decided the more I played with it the more it was going to get worse. I settled for what was there and fluffed my hair a little more before leaving. The silvery blondness to it made me seem all that much paler and I didn't think today was going to turn out much better. I placed a hand on my stomach, and I swear I could have felt it eating itself. It let out a large wet gurgle as if replying to my sudden thought and I squeezed it. Maybe I should have gone to breakfast. To late now though, class was going to start soon and I needed to head down to the third floor. I repacked my bag for the days classes and left the Gryffindor common room. I noticed that the soft blanket was missing and I turned to the fat lady.

"Um did you see who picked up the blanket out here?" I asked and she turned to look at me.

"No, I didn't see them clearly enough to tell you who it was but I saw a glimpse of black or of the corner of my eye," she said tapping the corner of her eye as if to emphasize what she had said.

I nodded in thanks and headed down the stairs to my first class of the day.