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"Hi Mum," Janie greeted, getting up. "I was actually just leaving," she said, making her way to the door. "Bye," she bid, as she opened the door and left.
Hermione turned around to face Severus. "Alright...what did you do?"
---f
"I can't believe my dad!" Janie ranted. "How could he?"
"He's a dad," Lyss replied. "Dad's do that kind of stuff."
"He was such a git!" Janie said. "He's never been a git around me before!"
"I-"
"So Professor Snape pulled me aside last night," Scott said.f
"Janie-" Lyss began, but Janie pulled her back.
"Ssshhh," she said, as they hid around a corner so that Scott wouldn't see them.
"Did you get in trouble?" Matt asked.
"No...he actually wanted to know what was going on with Janie, because he hadn't spoken to her in a while," Scott informed him, making Janie's jaw pop open.
"Did you tell him anything?"
"He wanted to know some things...I told him that Janie was going to the dance with Ardeal."
"What'd he say?"
"He just left-"
"I can't believe you!" Janie yelled, as she rounded the corner, making Matt and Scott look absolutely shocked. "You told him? How could you? You know that my dad doesn't like Ardeal!"
"Janie-"
"No. No excuses. How could you, Scott? I can't believe that you were the one that told him!"
"Janie, I didn't know that it would get you into any-"
"Trouble? But you know how my dad is and that he doesn't like him. Of course he wouldn't be happy! And he didn't even ask you that exact question, did he?"
"Well-"
"You did it for your own personal gain, Scott Narls. You dobelong in Slytherin after all," Janie said, pointing a finger at him. "I know that Ardeal isn't your favorite person, but you could have lied!"
"Let's go Lyss, before I hex his eyeballs out," she said, and the two disappeared down the corridor.
---
"What did you do?" Hermione repeated.
Severus stared at her. "I merely asked who she was going to the party with."
"Why do I get the feeling that 'asked' isn't the right word?"
Severus ignored the question. "Do you know who's she's going to that party with?"
"Ardeal?" Hermione asked.
"You knew?"
"Yes. Janie came over about a week ago and told me-"
"And you don't have a problem with it?"
"No...they're friends, Severus. Janie told me all about him. I think he's a very misunderstood person. It's a shame that everyone treats him the way they do...including you."
"I'm only doing this to keep Janie safe. You don't know what might happen," he countered.
"If you opened your eyes, you can see that Ardeal is responsible. You're not looking at the whole picture."
"I still don't like him," Severus said.
---
"She's mad at you, alright," Matt said, as Scott continued to stare down the corridor.
"Uh huh," the blond wizard replied. "Easy for you to say, you didn't even say anything."
"She'll get over it...hopefully," Matt commented.
"Yeah..."
"We could start the Ant-Ardeal/Janie club," Matt remarked.
"Anti-Vampire Alliance-"
"Well, I still like vampires," Matt said.
"Fine," Scott replied. "Carter-Narls Alliance."
"CNA? Sounds like a federation or something."
Scott chuckled.
---
Valentine's Day had come all too quickly. Janie still wasn't speaking to Scott since the he 'slipped' the fact that Janie and Ardeal were going to the party together. (According to Dumbledore's views, the party and dance went so well last year, he decided to start a new yearly tradition.) Scott tried apologizing a few times, but every time that he tried, he always ended up sticking his foot into it and Janie refused to talk to him. One time, she even cast a leg-locking jinx on him. Hours before the party, Scott found Janie in the hallway, and just like before, it didn't end well.
"Janie!" Scott called down the corridor.
"Yeah?" Janie stopped and waited until he walked to her.
"I think that this has gone on for too long. Why are you still mad at me?"
Janie crossed her arms and glared at him. "You're seriously asking me that question?"
"But I'm not the one who yelled at you! That was your dad!"
Janie's glare darkened. "You're the one who told him. I trusted you, Scott! I told you-"
"That doesn't make any difference...you still told him."
"I don't know why it matters so much," Scott began. "I already sa-"
"'Matters so much?' I like you, that's why it matters so much! And you turned around and ratted me out. You're such a dolt, Scott."
Scott stared at Janie blankly, while she turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
---
The Great Hall was almost fashioned exactly as it was the year before, except it seemed that Professor Flitwick went a little overboard on the decorations. As planned, the four managed to get a table together, while Lyss constantly moved from their table to Logan's; no one knew how she managed that one. Only one thing was missing...Ardeal.
"Has anyone seen Ardeal?" Janie asked.
"No," Lyss said. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen him all day."
Janie looked at Matt, who shook his head.
"Maybe he chickened out," Scott remarked.
Janie ignored him.
"Well, he-"
"Is right behind you."
Janie spun around to see Ardeal standing behind her.
"Woah," Lyss said. "What'd you do?"
Ardeal smirked; it looked like he had been outside during a summer day.
"Sorry," he said, deciding not to disguise his accent. "I heard you that one day talking about my hair. Just because I was out of sight, doesn't mean I can't hear things."
Lyss' eyes popped. "Where are you from?"
"Transylvania. Janie didn't tell you?"
"No she didn't."
Ardeal shrugged. "Well, now you know."
---
Halfway through the dance, Janie returned to the table to find that Matt and Scott were still sitting next to each other, with their arms crossed.
"Anyone want to dance?" Janie asked.
"Won't Ardeal be upset?" Scott snapped.
"No," Ardeal said, as he sat down. "It's a party. You two looked really bored."
"C'mon," Janie said. "You two have sat there all night with your arms crossed, looking...well, looking really mad. Please?"
Matt sighed. "Alright."
---
"How did the party go?" Hermione asked, once Severus walked back into their quarters.
"Fine."
"Janie?"
"Was by him nearly the whole time," he replied.
Hermione smiled.
"What are you smiling about?"
"You're like this now. Just wait...in a few years, she'll actually be dating," Hermione laughed.
"No she won't. Not while I'm here. I suppose there's still time before the da-"
"Oh! I told Dumbledore that I wouldn't be going," Hermione said.
Severus stared at her.
"I told him that with Trenton, I didn't think it was possible to go. I don't want to leave him with a house elf."
"Do I have the pleasure of taking your shift now?" He asked dryly.
"Nope. You already had to supervise the party. I figured we could go back home for the night."
Severus raised an eyebrow.
"We can eat...and share a dance in the ballroom, then-"
"I beg your pardon?"
Hermione blinked. "Dance. In the ballroom."
Severus blinked back. "Hermione. No."
"Just once. And then a movie. By then, Trenton should sleep through the whole movie, so we can watch it."
"Movie?"
"They're all in Janie's movie room...I hid all of the ones that Janie's not supposed to watch-"
"'Not supposed to watch?' What kind of movies do you watch?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "It's not like they're anything bad. A few scary movies more than anything. Harry got them for me, so he could watch them at my house. Besides, it's Saturday."
"Alright..."
---
"What are we doing?" Severus asked, when Hermione stopped outside a pair of doors. "This better not be where I think we are."
Hermione smiled. "Don't open your eyes yet," she said, as she opened the doors and dragged him in.
"Hermione..."
"Severus, you'll ruin the surprise," she said, as she waved her wand and over a dozen torches lit.
"Just give me one more second," she said, as she grabbed his hand, while her other rested on his shoulder. "Alright, open them."
He groaned.
"It'll be fun," Hermione said.
"There's no music," he countered.
Hermione started to hum.
Severus rolled his eyes. "You can at least do it properly," he said, took out his wand and waved it, making soft music fill the air.
Hermione smiled brightly at him, as they began to move across the dance floor.
---
A week after Valentine's Day, Scott found Janie in the library and hesitantly approached her.
"Hi Janie," he said, as he sat across from her.
Janie looked up.
"I come in peace this time," he said, putting his hands up.
Janie raised an eyebrow.
"I know I've been downright dreadful to you...I'm really sorry. I should have never told your dad that. I guess that I was just mad about the whole Ardeal thing. I know I've said some pretty mean things to you...and I deserve a lot more than just that one jinx. I promise that I will never do anything like that again. I'd rather take a month's worth of detentions with your dad."
Janie looked at him for a moment.
"I really am sorry," Scott said.
"Alright," Janie said.
Scott smiled widely. "And if I ever do it again, you can jinx by butt off."
---
It was two weeks before the Spring holidays, and nearly the whole school was gathered at the Quidditch Pitch. Whoever won this match, would go to the Quidditch Cup game, against Hufflepuff. As luck would have it, the game was against Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"Alright," Mark Rhymer said. "If we win this game, we're going to the Cup match! Is everyone ready?"
"Slytherin is going down!" Michael Weasley exclaimed.
"Remember your practice. They're going to be fighting dirty...well, dirtier than usual. It's going to be worse today, because Professor Snape isn't going to be here. Yes, Janie?"
Janie nodded.
"So remember all of the tactics and tricks we went through. Let's show them how good Gryffindor really is!"
"Are the teams ready?" Madam Hooch's voice boomed across the field.
As the two teams marched to the center of the field, the Pitch erupted in a frenzy of screaming.
---
There was no doubt that Slytherin was taking the full advantage of their Head of House's absence. The beaters were relentlessly sending bludgers at the Gryffindor chasers; at one point, it looked more like a table tennis match than a Quidditch game. In response to the Slytherin's new enthusiasm, the Gryffindor beaters responded with equal force, except their only targets were the beaters. It was a little more than thirty minutes into the game, when Gryffindor was leading fifty to twenty, and the Slytherins were down a chaser. Michael Weasley and Scott had gotten in a battle over the quaffle, when a bludger was sent at Michael, but it had hit Scott instead, breaking his arm. After much persistence, Madam Pomfrey allowed him to finish watching the game on the sidelines.
A few minutes after Slytherin had scored another goal, Janie saw their seeker take a sharp dive towards the ground. However, as she turned her head to look at the ground, a glitter of light caught her eyes halfway down the field. When the Slytherin seeker noticed that she wasn't following him, he looked up to see Janie flying away, completely ignoring his Wronski Feint.
"She's seen it!" The boy yelled, catching the attention of the beaters. "She can't catch it! Someone get her!"
Immediately, both of the beaters turned around and went zooming off towards her.
"Janie!" Matt yelled.
As the two quickly approached, Janie pushed her broom one last time and reached for the snitch.
"Gryffindor wins! Janie Snape has caught the snitch!" The announcer yelled.
"Yes!" Matt yelled, zooming off towards Janie, who was holding up the snitch in the air, when a beater's bat went hurling past him and smacked Janie in the back, making her drop the snitch.
"Madam Hooch!" Logan yelled, but the witch didn't hear, because she was too busy reprimanding the announcer for his behavior from earlier in the game.
As soon as Janie landed, Mark walked up to her.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's no problem-"
"It is a problem, Janie. They hit you on purpose!"
"But we won. Slytherin is out of the running! We're going to the Cup," Janie stopped, when the Slytherin team landed close to them.
"Oi, Billers!" Mark yelled, calling the Slytherin's captain.
The boy looked up and smirked, "Is there a problem?"
"You bet there is!" Mark said, throwing down his broomstick. "What the hell was that for? Hitting our seeker?"
"Oh! That," the boy said. "Clard's bat slipped. He was trying to beat bats with Willows'."
"My bloody arse!" Rhymer yelled.
"Mark, it's alright. I-" Janie started.
"No, it's not alright, Janie-"
"Listen to her, you bloody Gryffindor. It slipped," he sneered. "And there's nothing you can do about i-"
Before anybody could blink, Mark turned around and punched the Slytherin captain in the face.
Within seconds, the Slytherin team (Save Scott, who was still on the sidelines.) had practically jumped right on top of the Gryffindor team. Remembering how she promised not to get into any more fights, Janie started to back away, until she was shoved on the ground – then everything went out the window.
As soon as she got up, she saw a fifth year student just about to pin Matt to the ground, when she jumped in and made the boy topple over. As the chaos broke out, Madam Hooch ran across the field with her wand drawn, only to have it knocked out of her hand and lost through the hoard of fighting students.
---
"Oh Merlin, no," Harry groaned, once he noticed how close the two teams were getting to each other, right after Gryffindor had won.
"Please don't let there be a fight," McGonagall pleaded. "Severus isn't here for is House-"
"FIGHT!" Ron exclaimed, jumping out of his seat.
The group watched in shock for a moment, while Rhymer socked the Slytherin captain and the Slytherin team jumped right into the sea of scarlet uniforms.
"That rat!" Ron exclaimed, when he saw Janie get shoved. "Go Janie, go!"
"Ron!"
"Mr. Weasley!"
Ron turned around sheepishly, as the teacher's stand quickly emptied.
---
By the time that the first professor had set foot on the Quidditch pitch, most of the sixth and seventh year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin had jumped from the stands and out onto the field.
"Matt!" Lyss cried from the stands. "Janie!" She yelled, running towards the stairs, when someone else caught her eye. "Logan!" She exclaimed as she ran around Professor Flitwick, onto the field, and jumped onto the back of the Slytherin seeker.
"Janie!" Matt called. "Behind you!"
Janie spun around to see Clard heading straight for them, when she ducked, making him flip over her – and knock Matt over.
"Matt!" Janie called, and helped him up, only to get bumped and fall right on top of him.
"Janie," Matt gasped.
"Oh, sorry-" Janie's words were cut off as she was kicked off of him.
Matt jumped up and saw the boy who had kicked Janie and laid a fist right into his gut.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Matt yelled, making the boy turn around. "Bloody hell," he mumbled, once he saw that it was the other seventh year beater on the Slytherin team.
"Oh crud…" he trailed off, and right when he thought that he was going to be pummeled, Janie came out of nowhere and kicked the large boy right in the crotch.
---
As soon as McGonagall made it on the field, she tried to stop the madness, only to get swallowed into the crowd of feuding students. While she was trying to rip the students away from each other, she found Madam Hooch's wand cracked in half on the field.
The rest of the professors had managed to miraculously clear the stands out and get the rest of the students back to the castle. As soon as the first student got back, he alerted Dumbledore (who was having a very important meeting in his office over his new chocolate frog card), who went as fast as he could to the field.
---
"Why don't you shove them back, Professor?" Ron asked, as he helped McGonagall up.
"I'm a Professor-"
"Snape's hit me before. Use your wand-"
"It's gone," McGonagall stated.
"It's gone?"
"It was tore out of my hand," she said, but it went unheard by Ron, who ran off when he saw Lyss, who was about to be clobbered by a student from the behind.
"Didn't your mother teach you not to hit girls?" Ron roared, un-expectantly grabbing the boy's collar and shoved him on to the ground.
"Harry, get Janie!" Ron called, while Harry was busy trying to squeeze his way through the crowd.
When Harry found Janie, she was being held up in the air by a green-robed boy.
"Oi-"
"Let me go, you big goof!" Janie yelled.
"What're you going to do? Your daddy's not here to save you now."
"He's going to kick your arse!" Janie exclaimed, as she kicked him really hard in the stomach and he immediately dropped her.
"You little-" he would have grabbed Janie again, had she not punched him in the chin.
Harry winced when he saw the blood on the boy's face, and watched as he wiped it off with his robes; Harry suddenly felt sick when he realized that it was Janie's blood. Right after she punched him, she let out a gasp and looked at the back of her hand, her eyes growing wide.
"Look what you made me do!" She shrieked.
"I bet daddy's not going to like that," he sneered. "You made my robes all dirty-" He was cut off when Janie lunged at him with all of her might and knocked him over, making him fall on top of a seventh year Gryffindor.
"Ha! That's-" Janie's words were chocked when an arm wrapped around her stomach and hoisted her up into the air.
"Let's go, Janie," Harry said, as he ran over to Matt and grabbed the collar of his robes, leading them out of the hoard, and under the Quidditch stands.
Moments later, Dumbledore ran onto the field and couldn't believe the sight that met his eyes. There were about twenty five students brawling on the Quidditch pitch, with professors McGonagall, Lupin, Sprout, and Madam Hooch trying to break up the fights. Ron Weasley was standing on the sidelines helping Ms. Carter, and he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of Harry dragging an object with him.
Knowing all too well that no one was going to stop is he spoke, he took out his wand.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" Dumbledore exclaimed, and everyone in the brawl went flying backwards. In another swift movement, he amplified his voice and then spoke; his tone was anything but approving.
"I can't believe what is going on! This is beyond disappointing! It's such a shame to see two Hogwarts houses act like this!" He shouted, as students started to get up. "If I see anybody lift an arm, they will be expelled."
Suddenly, the Quidditch field went deathly still.
"Now I want the two Quidditch teams there," Dumbledore said, pointing towards a spot to his left. "Students, to my right…"
---
"Are you two alright?" Harry asked, once they were under the safety of the Quidditch stands.
The two were quiet, as Dumbledore started his speech.
When Harry looked at Janie, he had to hold in a gasp. Her entire right hand was covered in blood from a busted open knuckle, she had a fat lip, and her robes were torn. His glance then wavered to Matt; his robes were also torn, the entire right side of his face was swollen, and he also had some ugly bruising. Suddenly, Janie cried.
"My necklace is gone!"
"Your what?" Harry asked.
"My necklace! Oh my God…it's gone," Janie started to panic.
"The phoenix feather one?" Matt asked.
"Yeah," Janie said. "Uncle Harry, it's gone!"
"What does it do?"
"It's like a protector necklace," she said, and started to wheeze when she breathed.
Within the moment of silence, they heard Dumbledore's voice, "Five! Five students unconscious! This is extremely unacceptable behavior! The teams are to go to their House's office, before visiting the Infirmary. You lived with your injuries while you were fighting, and you can live with them for a little while more. The Slytherin Quidditch team will go straight to the Great Hall and sit there. All students not on any team will go straight to my office and wait there for me."
"We can go to Hagrid's or something and I can fix you up there," Harry offered. "If I bring you back, Dumbledore will understand."
Janie shook her head, "No thanks, Harry. It's nice of you, but I need to go with my team."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
Janie sighed, "Yeah. I'm a big reason why this whole thing started…Mark hit him, because of what they did to me."
"But Janie, he didn't have to punch anyone. It's his own fault, not yours."
"I know," Janie said. "But we're a team, and teams stick together. I went in with them, and I'm going out with them too."
"You too?" Harry asked, looking at Matt.
Matt nodded, "All of the way."
Harry smiled, "I'm very proud of you two. It takes a big person to do what you two are doing. And I'm sure Dumbledore will keep that in mind while he's yelling at you two."
Janie gave a weak smile, "I hope so."
"Do you want me to heal your hand?" Harry asked.
Janie looked down, "No. I'm with my team until the end. If they can't go to the Infirmary, I can live with it. It doesn't hurt so much anymore, and the bleeding has pretty much stopped," she said, and tore a piece of her robe off, rapping it around her hand.
"Ready then?" Harry asked.
Janie nodded, "Let's go."
Harry followed the two of them out of the Quidditch stands, a protective hand on each of their shoulders.
---
"Ah, there you two are," McGonagall said, when Harry entered with the two. "Thank you, Mr. Potter."
Harry nodded, and then immediately noticed Ron, who was sitting on the side of the office on a chair.
"Ron?" He asked.
"Oh yes," McGonagall said. "He's in trouble with the lot."
Harry looked completely confused, "Why?"
"He decided to get physical with the rest. Thank you, Mr. Potter, that will be all now," McGonagall said, and Harry left the room, deciding to wait outside of the classroom for Janie and Ron.
---
"Let me start off by completely agreeing with what Professor Dumbledore has said. This is inexcusable behavior and it will not be tolerated. You were representing Gryffindor and you did a dreadful job of it! Godric Gryffindor is rolling in his grave for such atrocious behavior! You're supposed to be the cream of the crop! Never have I seen such terrible behavior…the whole team too!" She cried, giving each and every member a scalding look.
After another several minutes of reiterating how disappointed she was and how shameful their behavior had been, she continued on.
"And I will be writing to each and every one of your parents. I don't care where they are, what they're doing, or what time of day it is. I am so…livid with you, I don't know what to do. As of now, you are banned from Hogsmeade for the rest of the year, Saturday morning detentions with Filch for a month, detention every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a month, and Quidditch is on suspension until I can talk with professors Dumbledore and Snape. In addition, fifty house points will be taken from each of you, and Mr. Rhymer, another forty for throwing the first punch. It looks like Gryffindor won't be winning anything this year," McGonagall said, while every member of the team concentrated on looking at the ground.
"And Mr. Weasley," McGonagall turned around in her seat to look at him. "What made you assault Mr. Fleshly?"
Ron looked her in the eye, "He was about to attack Lyss Carter from the behind."
"That doesn't mean-"
"Professor! She is years younger than him and he thought that he could attack her from the behind!"
"Mr. Weasley-"
"And it's not like I really assaulted him! I shoved him on the ground! At least I didn't haul off and punch him!" Ron said, now standing. "If I didn't do it, then Lyss would have been seriously injured."
"Mr. Weasley, please go out and wait in the hallway."
Ron made a disgruntled noise and left, slamming the door on his way out.
After Ron had left, McGonagall spoke again. "Each and every one of you are lucky not to be expelled. Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded.
"Good. Now who needs to go to the Hospital Wing?" McGonagall asked, and nearly everybody raised a hand. "Know what? I want all of you to go and get checked. If you refuse to go or don't think that anything is wrong, I will check you myself. Now go – and don't make me have to walk you down there single file. Ms. Snape, on your way out, will you send Mr. Weasley in there?"
Janie nodded, as the room quickly exited.
"Uncle Ron," Janie said, as soon as she was out of the room. "Professor McGonagall would like to see you."
"Good luck, mate," Harry said, as Ron went back into the room and shut the door behind him.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Harry asked.
"No, it's alright. I'd rather you be with my when I see my parents," Janie said, as she started to walk down the hallway again.
"I'll see what I can do," Harry replied. "Good luck!"
---
Hermione and Severus were in just finishing up with Trenton's appointment, when an owl started to peck on the room's window.
"Would you be able to get that, Mr. Snape?" The doctor asked, while Hermione was holding Trenton.
Severus nodded and opened the window, the owl dropping the letter and then leaving.
"That's weird..." Severus said. "It's for us," he said, and opened the letter, immediately frowning when he recognized the handwriting.
Severus and Hermione,
I am sorry to disrupt your day out, but there has been an incident after the Quidditch match and I am writing to all of the player's parents. After Janie had caught the snitch, Mr. Clard thought that it would be a wise idea to throw his bat at her. To make a long story short, as I'm sure that I will be telling you later, Mr. Rhymer took to physical methods to attack Slytherin's captain and the Slytherin team literally jumped on the Gryffindors.
Everybody, except Mr. Narls, joined in on the riot and by the time we got down there, the students were jumping over the wall to get onto the field to help out their houses. Janie was involved in the fight and has received detention. It also appears that she was injured in the brawl; in my office, she had her robe rapped around her hand and her lip was quite swollen. Albus and I are waiting for your arrival to decide the rest of the punishments. Hope everything is going well.
With regards,
Minerva McGonagall
Severus sighed and put the letter into his pocket.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked.
"We're all done here," the doctor said smiling. "Trenton is doing wonderfully and he is up to speed on everything. His heart, believe it or not, is stronger than any I have seen on a four month old."
Hermione smiled, "That's wonderful!"
"I trust everything is well," the doctor said, smiling.
"Oh yes," Severus said. "It's just the other one."
"Oh good! Trenton has a sibling?"
"An older sister," Severus replied.
"Well, thank you so much," Hermione bid, as the doctor held the door open for them.
"It was no problem at all," he replied, as Severus and Hermione walked down the hall, through the waiting room, and into the hospital.
"What's going on, Severus? Is Janie alright?" Hermione asked.
Severus sighed, "There was a fight after the Quidditch match."
"Don't tell me…"
"Everybody it seems, besides Mr. Narls, was involved in the fight. Even the students in the stands," Severus informed her.
Hermione gasped, while Severus walked through an open door that led to an empty room with a fireplace.
Hermione closed the door, "Are you calling Hogwarts?"
"I need to talk to Minerva for a minute."
Hermione nodded, "I'm going to walk in the hallway; Trenton's getting anxious."
Severus nodded, while Hermione shut the door behind her.
---
"I can't believe all of you!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, once the Gryffindor team had taken up half of the beds in the Hospital Wing. "Extremely disappointing! For everything you have done, I have half a mind to let you sit like that for a little while longer. But alas, I am only one person, and there are now more than five of you. I say it's fair that I deal with the more serious injuries first. Can everyone survive with that?"
Many nods and words of agreement could be heard.
"Good," the mediwitch announced.
---
Fifteen minutes later, Severus walked back into the hallway to find Hermione waiting for him.
"How is everything?"
Severus shook his head. "I only got to speak with her for a few moments, before I had to floo to the Headmaster's office and threaten the entire Slytherin team. Minerva told me what happened…all of the teachers are fuming at the school and now both teams have taken up residence in the Hospital Wing. Five students were knocked unconscious in the riot."
"Is Janie alright?"
"From what I heard, yes. And not only that, several members of the Slytherin Quidditch team decided to shout what Janie did to them. Among them, there was lunging, fat lips, or my personal favorite, 'she gave me a crotch-shot.' "
Hermione's eyes widened, "She did what?"
"Apparently, out daughter is a little fighter."
"I'm going to kill her-"
"She wasn't the only one…Apparently, Mr. Weasley also participated in the brawl. Potter was the one who got her out before Dumbledore reached the field."
"Are we going back?"
"No," Severus replied. "I already took care of Janie. Besides, the castle is hectic and I don't feel like lecturing and yelling at a bunch of misbehaving students."
Hermione looked completely shocked, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," Severus replied. "You said that you wanted to go shopping for Trenton, didn't you?"
Hermione nodded.
"Then let's go."
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"I'm warning you lot now," Madam Pomfrey started. "Professor Snape has ordered the entire Slytherin Quidditch team to be confined to the Hospital Wing until he gets back. They will be down here shortly, and you will not start anything with them. I don't want to hear any side comments, snide remarks, vulgar finger gestures, mouthing of words, spells, or anything. Do I make myself clear?"
Everybody nodded, as she disappeared to cupboards to collect several flasks.
Janie sighed and right as she turned to Matt, an owl flew through the open doorway and dropped a red envelope onto Janie's lap.
"Oh crap," Janie said slowly, looking at the red envelope. "My dad is mad at me."
Matt's eye's widened, "You got a howler?"
"Oh yeah," Janie said, trying to get off of the bed, but Madam Pomfrey caught her.
"Oh no, Ms. Snape; you're not going anywhere until I can check your injuries and heal your hand."
Janie sat back against her pillows and closed her eyes. "Well, I supposed it's now or never…"
"Better now," Matt said, bracing himself for the loud noise.
Janie carefully opened the letter, which immediately hopped out of her hands.
"JANIE…ELISE…SNAPE!" Snape's voice boomed throughout the wing, making everything going deathly still, and Madam Pomfrey dropped a vial, which shattered all over the floor.
"I cannot BELIEVE your behavior! You got into another fight? I thought we discussed this after Mr. Brushour last year. This is completely unacceptable! I got a mouthful when I contacted the Headmaster's office. Fat lips? 'Crotch shot!?' You are very lucky that I haven't told your mother everything yet. You are in a hell of a lot more trouble than you are now," the letter said and then suddenly, it turned to face the room. "What is everybody looking at? Get back to your own business!" It boomed and then exploded, showering Janie's bed in small scraps of paper.
"Wow," Janie said, as she took her wand out and cleaned up the mess. "At least that wasn't the most embarrassing thing that ever happened."
Matt looked at her, "Well, at least we got yelled at too. But something happened that was more embarrassing?"
Janie nodded, "Oh yeah. My mother thought a few things were cute, but they were downright embarrassing a few years ago."
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A/N: Thanks again to all of those who have read and reviewed; it's really appreciated! This should be the first half of the last chapter. Don't worry, there'll be an epilogue too. If you want to see anything happen, think anything should happen, anything at all, don't be shy and drop a line!
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