Reminisce In the Twilight
Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, do NOT own J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter Series" or their characters. As much as I would like to own it and make thousands of dollars, I don't. But I do own the Original Characters in this fictional story, in other words, you steal them and I sue! Mwa ha ha ha ha! Ahem, sorry. I got carried away. But as I was saying, in short: Harry Potter Not mine Don't sue. Thank You and enjoy.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Humor
Rating: Rated PG13, and R/NC-17 later for sexual innuendo, adult situations, rape, sex, language, violence and death in later chapters.
Summery: It's Harry Potter's Seventh Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But like every other year at Hogwarts, it's never normal. This time, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named has hired a hit man by the name of Twilight Viper, and has sent him to kill Harry! Meanwhile, Professor Snape is not getting along with the new Muggles History and Literature teacher, who despises him for a reason beyond his knowledge, yet she claims he is responsible for one of her worst memories that has scarred her for life! Literally! Will either of them survive this year?
Chapter Seven: Look Alive
Harry awoke to a ray of light piercing through the curtains around his bed and stinging his eyes. His body ached and, much to his displeasure, he could not lift his arms. His entire body ached with tremors of pain as his lungs inhaled and exhaled. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block the sun's rays from stinging his eyes. He turned his head and opened his eyes to take in his surroundings. The smell of sterilizers, the curtains surrounding the bed, and the light garment covering his body told him he was in the Hospital Wing. How did I get here? He thought to himself. He suddenly was wash over with a wave of thoughts and memories. Trixie the Chimera, Hermione, Ron, Hagrid… He suddenly realized what had happened. He must have been injured when he fell of that boulder in the middle of the Forest. But what happened to Hermione, Ron and Hagird? Did Trixie get them?
"S'all my fault…" A voice came from beyond the curtains, interrupting Harry's thoughts.
HAGRID! Harry thought excitedly. Harry slowly began to sit up, ignoring the protests of his aching body. He propped himself up against the pillow and looked onward to see a pair of shadows on the other side of the curtains.
"Hagrid, you shouldn't be blaming yourself. It was an accident. Who knows what spooked her like that." A hushed voice said coming from the smaller shadow.
"My note specifically said not ter follow me… What in the world would make them go after it!?" Hagrid's larger shadow turned to face the smaller one.
"They're young, and from what I heard, are very brave. They wanted to help, I assume. Harry takes after James when it comes to getting into predicaments like these." The smaller shadow sighed.
Harry heard Hagrid sigh as well, "I dunno… I should 'ave done a better job of keepin' that thin' in its cage…"
"Chimera's are known to be strong, Hagrid, it wasn't your fault. Now stop blaming yourself! If you hadn't gotten there in time, they would have been killed! You're a hero as far as I'm concerned." The smaller shadow folder its arms.
"Nah… If Ron 'adn't called for 'elp I wouldn't of ever saw 'im and 'Ermione lyin' there, or got to 'Arry in time." Hagrid's shadow settled down in a chair.
"But you still managed to stop it before it could do anything to Harry." The smaller shadow moved closer to him.
"…'Cept put him in a hospital for days…" Hagrid mumbled.
Days?! How long have I been out for?! Harry's mind panicked. The shadows beyond the curtain looked startled. Harry suddenly realized he had exclaimed it out loud. Before he knew it two large hands pulled open the curtains and a mass of tangled hair and red, swollen baggy eyes poked its head in.
"'Arry?" Hagrid whispered and smiled broadly, "You're awake!"
"He's awake?!"
The second shadow revealed itself to be Professor Infinity. She was wearing her usual white robes but with gold cuffs and collar. A wide smile graced her face as she looked at him.
"Harry… Welcome back." She smiled.
Before Harry could respond, he was engulfed in a hug from a weeping Hagrid. Harry, not knowing how to respond, patted Hagrid on the back and then looked to Professor Infinity who was smiling warmly. He felt a bit embarrassed at his situation with her watching.
"I'll go get Madame Pomfrey." Professor Infinity as if reading his mind and exited through the curtains.
Harry turned his attention to the weeping half-giant that was hugging him.
"Hagrid," he choked out, getting the larger man's attention, "Are you okay?"
Hagrid sniffed loudly, pulled away from Harry and wiped his eyes.
"Yeah, there was just somethin' in me eye." Hagrid sniffled.
"How long have I been out for? What happened?" Harry asked.
"Well, I was attendin' to Trixie when all of a sudden, she starts actin' all weird like. I tried to calm her down, but she was buckin' and roarin' violently like no tomorrow! Before I know it, she breaks down the cage door and runs into the Forest! So I quickly leave a note fer ya, and run after her." Hagrid told him, "After 'bout an hour o' searchin', I find Ron lyin' on the ground with a broke leg next to 'Ermione who is unconscious. Apparently he crawled all the way over to her. He told me that Trixie was after ya, and she was actin' off her rocker. So I went lookin' fer ya, and found ya unconscious with Trixie about ta finish ya off! I tackled her to da ground, hog-tied her, disabled her, and brought you ta Madame Pomfrey. You had a brokin' arm and a nasty bump on the head that had ya snoozin' for a while." Hagrid told him.
"Hagrid… How long was I out for?" Harry asked.
"Five days." Madame Pomfrey said as she bustled into the curtains followed by Professor Infinity, "Today is Wednesday the 18th."
"Wha… What!?" Harry shouted and sat there with his mouth a gape.
"Humph, that wasn't quite as bad as Miss Granger's reaction." Madame Pomfrey mumbled as she began to poke and prod at him, looking for further injury.
"Where are Ron and Hermione? Are they alright?" Harry asked.
"Mr. Weasley was fine, except for a broken leg. He was out of here the day Hagrid brought you in. As for Miss Granger, she was unconscious for three days and had broken ribs. They are both up and about and fit as fiddles." Madame Pomfrey told him.
Harry remained staring at the three adults with his mouth still a gape.
"Harry, please, don't leave your mouth open like that, you'll start catching flies. And not to worry, the Headmaster has arranged that all the teachers will allow you an extended time to make up what you've missed." Professor Infinity explained to him.
Harry relaxed and shut his mouth.
"Speaking of the Headmaster, I think we should inform him and Mr. Potter's Head of House that Mr. Potter is awake. Would you please inform them Nyaru?" Madame Pomfrey asked, not taking her eyes away from examining Harry.
"Of course." Professor Infinity nodded and swept out of the curtains, her foot steps echoing as she exited the infirmary until they were too faint to hear.
As Madame Pomfrey continued her examination, Harry looked to Hagrid. The Half-giant seemed to be in deep thought. Harry felt a pang in his chest. Hagrid was probably thinking of what he was going to do with Trixie. Hagrid was so proud of her and now this. If I hadn't been such a fool, I wouldn't be here and Hagrid would probably be able to keep her, Harry thought, He loves that thing… But what could have made Trixie go insane like that?
Professor Infinity entered the Great Hall at a swift walking pace. The students and staff had already tucked into lunch and were busy chattering away. She walked around the noisy Slytherin table and straight up to the Head Table. The Headmaster was sitting between Professor Lupin and an empty chair. Infinity strode up behind the Head Table, stopped behind the Headmaster and softly tapped him on the shoulder.
"Headmaster," She whispered.
The cheery old man turn to face her with a warm grin, "Yes, my dear?"
"Mr. Potter is awake, sir. Madame Pomfrey sent me to fetch Minerva and yourself, sir." She informed him.
"Ahh, very good. Thank you, Nyaru." Dumbledore smiled brightly and dusted the crumbs from his beard as he stood up.
He then turned to the right end of the table to see Professor McGonagall chatting with Professor Flitwick.
"Minerva, Mr. Potter is finally awake, would you care to join me in greeting him back to the world of the conscious?" Dumbledore asked with sparkling eyes.
McGonagall looked up from her conversation and nodded, "Of course, Albus."
Dumbledore then turned back to Infinity and smiled.
"Nyaru, would you care to sit down to lunch? You must be famished; you haven't show up to meals for the past few weeks." He asked.
"Uh… Yes sir." She said as she began to sit in the chair beside his.
"Ah, ah, ah, not there, my dear." He told her.
Professor Infinity looked perplexed. Dumbledore guided her away from the chair and sat her down in his own. Infinity looked out over the Great Hall, and went wide eyed. She opened her mouth to protest, but he raised his hand, preventing her to do so.
"Lunch is almost thru; I do not think it would make a difference which chair you sat in." With that he walked over to Professor McGonagall, offering his arm to her, and the two of them exited the Great Hall.
Professor Infinity sat there gaping as Harry had been earlier. Her cheeks began to slowly glow a bright red. Lupin saw this and leaned over, smiling.
"He's must like you; he let you sit in the 'special' chair." Lupin teased with a large grin on his face.
"Oh shut up, Remus…" She hissed in embarrassment, still staring off into the room.
"Well, it's nice to see you actually show up for a meal. Go on, dig in. Though there isn't much left." Lupin told her and returned to his own lunch.
Infinity looked down at the food before her and stared at it like it was forbidden and if she dared touch it, it would explode. But, slowly but surely she reached for the salad and dished it out on to the empty plate next to her and switched plate. She reached for the Caesar salad dressing, but it was Accio'd out of her reach. She looked around to see who could have done something so rude. Surely enough her eyes met the eyes of the dark man sitting at the left end of the table. He was visibly scowling at her, but his eyes were just plain laughing at her. She let out a frustrated sigh and Accio'd the Italian dressing instead, trying her best not to be baited. Avoiding the man seemed easier said than done.
Just as the thought left her mind, she heard a swooping sound and a letter fell right into her salad. Her head shot up just to see the owl fly away. She looked back down to her salad and delicately picked up the now damp letter. She carefully tore it open, unfolded the damp letter and began to read, tossing the wet envelope aside carelessly, not even bothering to look that it had landed on Snape's greasy hair. Lupin snickered as Snape grabbed the envelope, crumpled it up and tossed it aside with a snarl. Remus then looked to Nyaru to see her staring at a blank page.
She took out her wand and tapped the page chanting, "Aparecium!"
Elegant writing suddenly appeared on the page and her eyes began to dart from side to side as she read. Remus turned back to his meal, but before he could take a bite he heard a pounding sound in his keen ears. He turned to see Infinity's face turn from many different expressions of worry, disgust, and fright. You almost could think she was reading some kind of horror novel. He realized the pounding sound was coming deep within her chest. She was frightened. He had never seen her like this before! His curiosity got the best of him.
"Nyaru? What is it?" Lupin asked.
She turned to him in startled, as if she had just been woken up from a bad dream.
"N-nothing." She then turned to her letter and tapped it with her wand, "Incendio!"
Remus watched as the letter in her hand was engulfed in flame and withered into ashes. Infinity stood up and began to walk towards the nearest exit. Remus stood up and ran to catch up with her. He caught her sleeve and stopped her in the hall.
"Nyaru, what's wrong?" He asked.
"I don't feel very hungry. I think I'm coming down with something, I'm just going to head into my room and take some medicine." She told him with a faint smile, "I'll be okay."
"Nyaru, why are you acting so dramatic? What was in that letter that made you look so distressed and burst out of the Great Hall like that?" Remus asked.
"Its just was one of those 'You could have won a Million Galleons' letters. That's all. And I'm not distressed, I just don't feel well." She told him, "Now if you excuse me I need to go take some medicine."
"I'll come with you." Remus offered.
"Aren't you eating lunch?" Nyaru raised an eyebrow at him.
"I was done anyway." Remus shrugged.
"Alright then." She sighed as she headed to her rooms with Remus in tow.
"Mr. Potter, a pleasure to have you awake." Dumbledore's bliss-filled voice echoed through out the infirmary.
Harry sat up as Madame Pomfrey drew the curtains around his bed. He watched as Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore walked around to the side of his bed, pulled up a couple of chairs and sat next to him.
"Hello Headmaster. Hello Professor McGonagall." Harry greeted weakly.
"How are you feeling?" Professor McGonagall asked in a motherly tone.
"I'm alright, I guess…" Harry told her.
Dumbledore smiled, "You gave us all quite a scare Mr. Potter. You've been out for nearly-"
"Five days." Harry interrupted, "Yeah, I know. Hagrid told me."
"Ahh. Then I suppose you've heard of the arrangement I made with your teachers?" Dumbledore asked looking over his half moon glasses.
"Yes Headmaster." Harry nodded.
"Good, good. Now to the matter of the incident…" Dumbledore began.
"I realize Ron, Hermione and I went against the wishes of a Professor, but please don't punish them. I'll take the full blame. I'm ready for any detention you throw at me, it is what I deserve." Harry told the white bearded man.
Both Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore looked at him puzzled. Harry suddenly realized what he had just said and realized he sounded exactly like Hermione's all-knowing self. Dumbledore softened into a smile and chuckled. It was Harry's turn to look puzzled.
"Detention, Mr. Potter? Perish the thought, my boy. I believe from what I have just heard, you have learned your lesson." Dumbledore beamed.
Harry gave a sheepish smile.
"What I was speaking of was the fact that we must boost up security." Dumbledore told him.
"Because of Trixie?! But it wasn't her fault!" Harry told the older man.
"No, no, not because of Trixie. I was talking about Twilight Viper, Harry." Dumbledore said as he looked Harry straight in the eye.
"Twilight Viper? You think Twilight Viper may have caused Trixie to go berserk? But what led you to think this?" Harry asked.
"This, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall answered as she held up the tattered pillow with the message Diese Tage sind eure dauern sliced into it.
Harry was shocked that they had found it. But how…?
"I see you recognise this, Mr. Potter. Dobby found this hidden under your bed and brought it straight to me." Professor McGonagall said strictly. "What exactly were you trying to prove by hiding this from us? That you were responsible enough to handle this on your own?"
Those words sent a pang to his heart. Professor McGonagall really knew how to make someone feel guilty.
"Out of seven years of being at Hogwarts, and all that has happened, I've never seen you act more irresponsible! You are a seventh year Harry James Potter! I expected better from you by now!" McGonagall chided.
With every word, Harry felt more and more miserable. Nothing could be worse…
"Perhaps we should be a bit more strict with you…" McGonagall sighed, "Harry James Potter… You are hereby stripped from your position as Captain of the Quidditch team."
WHAT?!
"What?! But… But Professor-" Harry began to argue but was soon interrupted.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but until you prove to us that you can act responsibly, you are demoted back to an Ordinary Seeker, and your Position as Captain will be handed off to Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall said in a tone that silently advised him not to question her.
"But…" Harry was now practically in tears as he looked to Dumbledore for some kind of help, but found none and took all his will not to cry as he let out a sigh of defeat and stared at his hands, "Yes Professor."
Silence filled the Hospital Wing until it had echoed, shattered and could no longer remain silent as Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Well… now that that is out of the way… May I be the first to say that I am sorry to hear that it had to come to that, Mr. Potter, and hope you understand our reasoning." Dumbledore said in a kind tone.
Harry didn't say a word or even look up. If he did, he would have seen Professor McGonagall crying silently to herself. Not because this move might loose them the Quidditch Cup, not because of Mr. Weasley being Captain, nor because she probably made Harry saddened and angry, but because somewhere along the way, her and Albus had lost the trust of Mr. Potter. She quietly exited the Infirmary, ignoring Albus's silent plea for her to stay. Albus frowned and turned back to Harry.
"Now, where were we?" Dumbledore asked softly, "Ahh, yes. After the discovery of this threat and what has happened, I think its best that we no longer ignore this and seek help. Which is why we are contacting the Ministry and asking for the aid of some Aurors to act as… bodyguards if you will." Dumbledore told Harry calmly.
"You mean you're bringing The Guard to Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"No, Harry. Requesting them might risk the identities of the members of the Order, and there are many spies still inside the Ministry that we are not aware of as of yet. We shall let the Ministry decide who to send." Dumbledore explained, "They will be watching over not only you, but the rest of the school as well."
"Okay." Harry nodded.
"Now, how about you get some more rest, and I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow." Dumbledore said with a smile and left the Infirmary.
Harry fell back into his pillow and bit his lip. First stripped of his position as Captain, and now bodyguards?! This Twilight Viper business was ruining his life!
Professor Infinity entered her chambers followed by Lupin. She waved her wand to light up the room and quickly entered the room. She conjured up a tray of tea cookies and motioned for Lupin to sit in one of the plush chairs.
"I'll be right back. I won't be long. Make yourself at home." Infinity told him as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Lupin nodded and sat down, grabbing a cookie and munched on it with a smile. He looked around the room as he devoured the treat. Tissues and books littered the floor. He recognized a few of them to be old Hogwarts yearbooks. He got up from his chair and approached one of the books that was facing up and wide open. It was a page filled with photographs of students chatting, lounging and studying. He noticed that one of the pictures had been cut out. He reached down to get a better look when suddenly heard hysterical laughter and a high pitched scream emitted from the bathroom. He quickly bolted toward the bathroom door to see Nyaru standing over a puddle of colourful liquid and smashed glasses. She began to back away and backed into his chest. She gasped and turned to face him. He could see the shock still etched into her face.
"Nyaru… What happened?" Remus asked in concern.
She looked like she had seen a ghost, and he soon found out how right he was.
"M-My potions… Ruined!" She began to sob into his chest.
"What? Nyaru you aren't making sense. Please… Shhh, calm down. Now, start from the beginning. What happened?" Remus asked rubbing her back.
"Well, I came into the bathroom," she said between sobs, her voice muffled as she still had her face buried into his robes, "and Peeves was in here. That… that brainless excuse for a poltergeist smashed every single p-p-potion in my medicine cabinet! Look! I-It's a mess! Ruined! Wasted! Those potions cost me several Galleons!"
Remus looked over Nyaru's head to see glass fragments of potions bottles and the colourful, swirling puddle of liquid was the ruined potions mixing together. Before he continued to consol her, he took out his wand and banished the mess, just to be safe. He then looked down to the small woman in his arms.
"Shh… it's okay. We can get you more potions…" Remus whispered and he rubbed her back in a soothing way.
"But I can't get them on such short notice. We're right in the middle of the week… and I have classes tomorrow… And…" She sobbed.
"Shh… Don't worry about it. You have no classes for the rest of today, right? You can ask Albus for permission to go into Hogsmeade this afternoon to purchase them. I'm sure he'll understand." Running his hand through her hair.
"Are… are you sure?" She sniffled looking up at him.
Remus nodded, "Of course. Hey, no use crying over spilt potion, right?"
Nyaru grimaced at his pun.
"Come on, you fix yourself up and I'll walk you to the Headmaster's office." He smiled warmly.
She smiled back and hiccoughed, "Thank you, Remus."
She pulled away from him and began to wash her tear stained face. Remus smiled and exited the bathroom and sat himself down in one of the plush chairs. He grabbed a cookie and took a bite, chewing it slowly as he smiled to himself.
Albus sat down behind his desk and picked up a couple papers on his desk and began to look them over while popping the odd Lemon Sherbet into his mouth, and taking time now and them to fondly scratch Fawkes's radiant feathered head. After a while of that routine, Dumbledore raised his head to the sound of the gargoyle moving aside and the sound of footsteps ascending the circling stairs.
"It seems we have a visitor." Dumbledore whispered to his loveable phoenix.
Fawkes merely nuzzled against his hand then flew up on to his perch. Dumbledore turned to see the young Professor entered his office. Her face was flushed and her eyes slightly puffy.
"Ahh, Nyaru, what a pleasant surprise. Did you enjoy your lunch? Would you care for a Lemon Sherbet?" He asked with twinkling eyes.
"It went… alright, and no thank you." She said as she sat down.
"Very well, very well. So, what can I do for you, my dear?" Dumbledore asked.
"I was wonder, if I might ask you permission to go into Hogsmeade village this afternoon?" she asked.
"May I ask why?" the old wizard asked.
"I need to restock my medicine cabinet. Peeves went and broke every single one of my medical potions." Infinity explained.
"Ahh, I see. I'm sorry to hear that. If we were under any other circumstance I would allow you to go by yourself, but I can't." Dumbledore told her with utmost seriousness.
"You mean, because of Twilight Viper?" Infinity asked.
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, my dear, I don't believe it would be safe to go out at this time with that killer on the loose. It will not be safe to go down to the village until the Aurors arrive."
"Aurors?" Infinity inquired.
"Yes. I hope this isn't insulting your abilities as an Ex-Auror, but due to what's happened we need a little more help." Dumbledore sighed.
"Not at all, I understand perfectly. But, with all due respect Headmaster, you must understand, I really need those potions…" She began.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Not to worry. I understand completely. I was just as upset as you were when Peeves did the same to me. But I have a solution to your predicament that would be much safer than going into Hogsmeade with Twilight Viper around."
"Oh, well that's splendid!" Nyaru smiled, "What is it?"
"Why go and buy potions when we have a perfectly good Potions Master right here in Hogwarts?" Dumbledore grinned.
Infinity's expression changed from smiling to horrified.
"Sir, if you would reconsider, I would like to take my chances with Twilight Viper." Infinity stood up and began to leave.
Dumbledore chuckled, "I understand that Severus can be a bit of a sour puss, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind, Nyaru."
"I beg to differ, Albus." She snorted, leaning on the back of the chair she had sat in.
"Well, you don't know until you ask." Dumbledore smiled.
When the twinkle returned to his eyes, she'd never know.
Infinity let out a sigh, "Alright, but I won't enjoy it."
"Excellent. You can see him right now, if you'd like. He is teaching a class, but he's probably in his office while the children are taking notes." Dumbledore told her.
"All right, but before I go, have you had word on who will be coming to aid us?" she asked out of curiosity.
"Not yet, but I will let you know when I do." He smiled at her.
"Thank you." She nodded and proceeded to leave the office.
Dumbledore merely sat back and chuckled to himself as he heard the gargoyle move back into place.
Ronald Weasley walked through the empty halls in a dream like state. He had just met with Professor McGonagall. Imagine that, him, Ronald Weasley, Captain of the Quidditch team! It was a dream come true! He had to ask McGonagall more than once to check if it wasn't some kind of joke, or if she was under some kind of Unforgivable, or if she was drunk! But no! This was reality! And here he was, Captain Ron Weasley of the Gryffindor team, strutting the halls like he was king of the world! It wasn't until it hit him that that thought shattered into a million pieces. Harry was the Gryffindor Quidditch team. How could they both be Captain? And that's when the realization washed over him. Somehow, for some reason, Harry was stripped of his rightful position as Captain, and now it was given to Ron. How would Harry react to that!? Ron's mood went from higher than a mountain to lower than hell. But these thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of his other best friend.
"Bugger off, Malfoy!"
Ron looked up to see his Bushy-haired friend pinned against the wall by that pointy-ferret-faced Draco Malfoy about fifteen feet away.
"And why should I?" Malfoy said in a low voice, moving closer to her, "You know, with my power and your brains, you and I could make quite the team."
"Sorry, but I'm already part of a team, thanks." Hermione told him, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Forget those two pin headed friends of yours. One of them is in a hospital bed and the other is so cheap he couldn't afford brain cells!" Malfoy smirked.
Hermione made to punch him in the gut, but he was too fast and grabbed her wrists forcefully.
"Let GO!" She shrieked through clenched teeth.
Malfoy grinned evilly and began to lower his face towards hers.
"She asked you to let go, Malfoy!" Ron shouted down the hall as he stalked toward the blonde haired Slytherin.
Malfoy moved away from as Hermione turned her head to see her saviour. Malfoy inclined his head in Ron's direction.
"Well, well, what do we have here," Malfoy smirked, "Weasel-boy wandering the halls during class time? I believe a detention may be in order."
"Nice try, but I have a note from Professor McGonagall for explaining my absence from class. What's your excuse?" Ron scowled and stood face to face with Malfoy.
"I have a spare this period." Malfoy said smugly, then turned to Hermione, "We'll continue this discussion another time, Granger."
Without another word, Malfoy walked away down the hall and disappeared around the corner. Ron turned to Hermione.
"You okay, 'Mione?" he asked.
"Yes, thanks." Hermione smiled, pushing herself off the wall.
"What was all that about?" Ron asked with a confused expression.
"I have no clue. He's been acting that way ever since the term started." Hermione sighed.
"D-Do you want me to walk you to class?" Ron asked.
"No its ok, Professor Flitwick let me go to the Library to do research on our Charms Project." Hermione told him.
"Well… Do you want me to walk you to the Library?" Ron offered.
Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He had a desperate and worried look on his face. She couldn't help but break into a wide smile.
"Sure." She smiled and began to walk toward the direction of the Library with Ron in tow.
Infinity walked down the halls towards the dungeons. She dreaded each step, and with each step her doubt that the Potions Master would comply grew more and more. When she reached the heavy classroom door, she hesitated a while then gave it a few small knocks. She waited a while, and then decided to leave. But before she could even turn on her heels, the door slowly opened and the head of a second year Hufflepuff looked out with large, scared eyes. Infinity was slightly taken back by this, but shook it off mentally.
"Uh, hello there. I'm Professor Infinity, is Professor Snape in?" Infinity asked.
The Hufflepuff nodded her head rapidly. Infinity found it hard to tell if the little girl was shy or scared out of her wits. The little Hufflepuff stepped aside and opened the door, to let Infinity in. As she entered, Infinity noticed the many eyes that lay on her as she crossed the room. They were all second year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, all with the same scared expression. No one even speaking a word. Infinity guessed this might have been Professor Snape's work. Once as she reached the desk, she found it empty. She turned back to the little Hufflepuff girl and pointed silently to what she believed was the office. The little Hufflepuff nodded, hurried back to her seat and set back to work on her notes. Infinity felt like she was about to speak with You-know-who himself the way these children were acting. Infinity turned to the office and made her way silently. She suddenly realised how foolish she looked sneaking up to the door. She drew in a deep breath and marched right up to the door, kicking it open. As if synchronized, as the class behind her gasped, Professor Snape snapped his head up from his work, looking up at her with a scowl fixed on his face. For some reason Infinity gained a large adrenaline rush from this and her expression slipped to quirk a smile. She quickly masked it with a bored look.
"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." She greeted dully as she entered his office.
"It was good until you arrived, Professor Infinity." He snarled looking back down to the papers in front of him, "Now get out before I decide to show you the way myself."
"Don't worry about that, Snape, I'll do you a favour and escort myself out. That is after I get what I came for." She told him, sitting in the creaky wooden chair in front of his desk.
Snape lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at her last sentence.
"Speaking of favours," She continued, "that's the reason I'm here. I happen to need a favour from you."
A favour? Snape thought to himself, How interesting… and quite amusing. He leaned back into his leather bound chair and grinned evilly inside his head.
"That depends." Snape replied, knitting his brow and picking up his mug that had lain upon a pile of fourth year essays.
"I've come to ask you if you could do me the favour of brewing me a batch of medical potions." Infinity said coolly, her fingers steepled in front of her as she crossed her legs.
"And how would potions tie into the curriculum of Muggles' History and Literature?" Snape asked in an annoyed tone.
"They don't. These potions are for personal use. Peeves smashed every last one of mine and I need to restock. Which is why I'm asking you." She told him.
"Oh, is that all?" he asked in a sarcastic way.
It was her turn to scowl as he took a sip from his coffee mug. He bubbled with amusement, and hid it well.
"Do you have a list?" He asked.
"Yes, I happen to have one right here." Infinity reached into her sleeve and pulled out a folded piece of parchment and handed it to him.
He snatched it from her grasp, unfolded it and looked it over.
"Blood Replenishing Potion?" he inquired.
"What use I have for that is none of your business." She hissed.
"Oh no, whatever will I do without knowing why?" he said sarcastically.
She snorted and crossed her arms as he continued to read the list out loud while sipping his coffee.
"Wound Cleaning Potion… Dreamless Sleep Draught… Pepper-up Potion…" Snape's eyes suddenly widened as spat out his coffee and exclaimed incredulously, "Contraceptive Potion?!"
"I repeat my last statement: What use I have for that is none of your business!" she snarled.
"And I hope I never find out." He sneered in disgust.
Infinity ignored his comment, "Well? Will you do it?"
"My answer is no." he told her flatly.
"Why!?" She demanded, standing up from her relaxed position and slamming her hands on the desk.
"Because I can." He smirked.
"Fine then! Be an arse!" she crossed her arms and began to head out of his office.
She stopped short as she looked out of the office to see the classroom of students pulling out cauldrons and cutting up ingredients. Her eyes snapped to a title in one of the text books: Swelling Solution.
"What's this? First year class?" she asked, turning back to the black clad Potions Master.
"Second year." He corrected, "They're learning growth potions."
"So I see." She said softly as she returned to the front of the desk.
Snape eyed her suspiciously as she had a distracted, dream-like look on her face.
"Surely… it would be wise to have a Deflating Draught on hand, just in case?" she asked as she began to walk around the desk and stopping at his side.
Snape turned his black leather padded chair toward her and looked at her as if she were some sort of pink hippogriff or some other incredulous mental induce illusion.
"As a matter-of-fact I do. Right here on the desk." He pointed to the flask that sat on one corner of the table next to where he had set his coffee cup. "I'm not a simpleton, unlike some."
"Ahh." Infinity nodded as she looked at the curve shaped flask.
But he could say a word; she swiftly reached over him, grabbed the flask, uncorked it, and poured its contents all over the crotch of his pants. Snape's eyes shot wide as he was frozen with shock and bubbling frustration, only able to watch in horror. She then corked the flask and placed it down on the desk with out a care in the world.
"That should shrink your ego." She grinned evilly.
Snape looked like he was about to explode as he shot out of his chair and looked down at his soaked trousers, "Wh-What the BLOODY HELL do you think you're doing!? Why-!?"
"Because I can." She smirked and began to once again leave the office.
"This is no way to ask for my help, Infinity!" he shouted in fury, his face flooding with an angry red.
"You can take your help and escort it to hell! I'll make the potions myself!" She shouted over her shoulder as she slammed the office door behind her and stalked out of the classroom.
"WORTHLESS, FILTHY, MORONIC, WITLESS, LITTLE TROLLOP!!!" Snape blared at the top of his lungs, throwing his mug at the wall, watching it shatter into millions of tiny shards.
Oh how I'd love to wrap my fingers around that swan like neck of hers! She will pay for this humiliation! Snape thought lividly, I'll hex her until she begs for mercy and forgiveness!
Snape swung the office open and stormed into the classroom to find her already gone. He walked up to the classroom door and slammed it with all the force he could muster. He turned around to see thirty pairs of eyes fixed on him, round and wide with fear.
"What are you looking at!? GET BACK TO WORK!" Snape thundered and stalked towards the front of the room.
She would definitely pay for this, but first, he had to take care of a… small… problem.
To Be Continued…
Yay! Another chapter accomplished! ::Giggles insanely:: I can just picture all the male readers just crossing their legs at the thought of what just happened. But how will Snape get her back for this? What are Malfoy's intentions? Will Harry ever be Quidditch Captain again? All will be revealed in the next chapter! I promise it will get better. Please Review!
