The Secret Auror
By: Pirate-Girl1017
Chapter 1
Bluebelle took a deep breath of air the second she stepped out of the carriage that had brought her to the front gates of the huge castle. It felt like she was coming home after a lifetime of being away, and mostly it was. For sixteen years she'd been more places then she could even remember trying to complete each mission the Ministry gave to her. Now it was time to relax, to settle down into a job that had no dangers what so ever. So she'd had no back thoughts about accepting the invitation to teach at her old school. How she'd missed Hogwarts. The sky was brimming with the colors of a brilliant sunset, birds sang out their final tunes of the day, the moat was peaceful with not a ripple to disturb it. The evening reminded her of a night long ago when she had found herself looking over the turrets of the castle as a student wishing over a star for a young man she knew was studying just a few floors below her. A team of house elves came bustling out the front door to pick up her luggage and show her to her room causing her to be jolted from her memory. "Good day miss," an elf greeted her. She looked down at him only to be bopped in the nose by a tower of crocheted potholders. "Pardon me miss, Dobby's got lots a hats an' no place to put them." "Yes, of course." She followed them inside and gazed around at the thick stone halls she hadn't seen in years wondering why an elf with clothes was working. Portraits waved and yelled 'hellos' at her, she spotted some she thought would have been moved since she had attended the classes there due to their outstandingly strange comments. Mainly the over anxious knight who was challenging her to a duel for looking at him too long. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about him doing that same thing to her as a girl. After getting her trunks situated in her rooms she decided to explore the place, see if she still knew her way around. It was filling her heart to be walking the halls again, she hadn't set foot in the school since her sister, Lily, had been killed. But she had to let the past go and coming to the place where they had spent the best years they had together seemed an excellent choice. Lily wouldn't want her to be mourning her forever. And she had a relative to claim now that she had quit the Ministry. She blew a loose strand of her hair out of her face but the rebellious lock refused to obey. A mirror was hung on the wall to her left, she turned to face it and took in her appearance. Bright aqua hair fell down to her knees in a loose braid, dark blues eyes looked out at her from under thinly arched brows. Her skin was fair, her mouth was light pink with a slim crested upper lip and full lower one. The dress she wore was a thick strapped sky blue gown that hugged her slender body and flared out until it grazed the floor. A black belt wound around her middle, the symbol of Aquarius in the center. High button boots peaked out from under her skirt, as did the two petticoats under that. And a silk cape that doubled as long sleeves to her wrists flowed about her like a black cloud. All in all she thought she looked pretty good for her first day. "May I help you?" a deep voice asked from behind her. She spun around, a tall man with long, greasy black hair and black robes stood in the doorway she had just passed through. "Well I was just looking around and-" she cut her self off. "And..." he already sounded bored and impatient with her. Her eyes examined him from head to foot as if he were under her microscope. "What are you doing?" "Severus?" she took a step towards him. "Have we met?" A smile lit up her face and she moved closer to him so that they were inches apart, although she barely reached his collarbone and had to crane her neck to look him in the eye. "Severus Snape I can't believe you don't recognize me! How many girls hair did you turn blue in study hall?" "Bluebelle?" His dark eyes scanned over her as if he'd never seen a human female before. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be working for the Ministry!" The woman laughed, took hold of his arm and started walking down the hall again even if she knew he could hardly stand people touching him. As if to prove her point he struggled to loosen her grip on him. "Tell me what you've been up to, you never wrote." "With a job such as yours you should know the consequences of such foolish actions." "Formal as ever I see, but I've quit that poor excuse of an occupation and come to teach my specialty." "By that you mean you've taken up the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" "Exactly." Snape gave her a reproachful look just like the one her father used to give her when she exposed her rebellious streak. She knew he wanted that position more then most people wanted a million galleons. "You know how important you are to the destruction of the Dark Lord and his followers. A secret auror is nothing to joke about, especially when you yourself are one." Her red tongue stuck out of her lips at him. "Tell me of my nephew, I haven't seen him since he was a baby." "He is the most troublesome child ever to walk the walls of this school," he grumbled. "Is he as bad as his father?" "Thank god no, he never levitates helpless students in front of the entire school. All he does is break every rule ever made, not getting severely punished mind you and disrespect my house." She grimaced at the horrible memory he'd mentioned. At the time she had only been the second year but even then she'd known when a person deserved revenge. James Potter had encountered a very scornful Bluebelle Evens later that fateful day and was rushed to the hospital wing with a busted lip, broken nose and three loose teeth. Of course she'd never told Snape that. He wouldn't want a Ravenclaw muggle born defending him. "At least he hasn't done anything too horrid I hope?" "Other then by all accounts he should have been expelled in his first year." He managed to pull his arm free and let it dangle at his side. "Well then I'll have to make a visit to my sister's house the night before classes and pick him up." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you taking him in?" "I'm his godmother as well as his aunt, it's my responsibility to take care of him. But for the past seventeen years I've been facing Dementors, Death Eaters, giants and anything else He Who Shall Not Be Named could throw at me. It's time he's had a decent home not to mention a break for me." "I take it you've heard about his current status?" "I have and in fact I think I'll go get him now." He stopped dead in his tracks, he already had to give the boy Occlumency lessons that year when he wasn't supposed to be teaching him at all anymore. And quite frankly he didn't want to be around him any more then necessary. "Now?" "Now, I'll take the Knight Bus and be back before the hour is up."
Number 4 Privet Drive
"Get the door boy!" Vernon Dursley shouted from inside the living room to his nephew. A gangly young man with wild black hair and glasses came out of the kitchen where he was making his cousin's diner and went to the front door. The insistent knocking continued until he held the knob and opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked. A figure in a long navy colored cloak stood on the welcome mat drenched from the storm going on outside. "Harry?" The person stepped in and threw their hood off, spraying water onto the Dursley family portrait causing Dudley's face to look chunkier then usual. "Yes?" "It is you, my how you've grown." A beautiful woman held his shoulders in her graceful, long fingered hands to turn him around so she could get a good look at him. Harry felt his cheeks heat up. "Well boy who is it?" His aunt Petunia stepped into the hall and gasped, holding her apron to her mouth. "Bluebelle, what are you doing here?" "It's good to see you too, big sister." Harry's eyes widened and stared at the more attractive of the two women. They didn't resemble one another in the least, but when he looked long enough he saw his mother's face only with different coloring. The remaining family came into the room, Vernon gawking at Bluebelle, Dudley still eating a chicken leg. "Who's this?" "She's my sister," Petunia answered her husband. "But your sister's dead." "Only my older one, the younger is like Lily but even stranger. Gone off doing gods knows what for years." Mr. Dursley puffed out his already large chest and advanced on their uninvited guest. "What do you want?" "I want my nephew, obviously you don't." Harry could barely believe his ears, after so long and loosing Sirius someone had come out of nowhere to take him away. A little late in his young life but there none the less. But he wasn't sure she was who she said she was, Voldemort had many ways of tricking those he targeted. "Get your things Harry, the Knight Bus doesn't usually wait this long for passengers." "Excuse me, but who are you exactly?" She held his green gaze with her own and gave him a smile he'd only seen coming out of photos of his parents. "Just who your aunt said I am, but I'm also your godmother and therefore in my protection. I'll explain everything on the bus. That is unless you all have an objection." The Dursleys all shook their heads, eager to be rid of what they considered extra baggage. "Good, get your stuff, I'll wait down here." "Prove that you're telling the truth," he didn't hold back his suspicious tone. Again she smiled at him as if she'd expected him to ask her that. "Expecto Patronum!" she cried as she pointed out her wand from her cape. A glittering crane emerged from the tip, sending the Dursleys running from the room screaming and Harry staring in awe. Only a good and powerful witch or wizard could conjure such a patroness. He all but ran up the stairs to collect his things. Twenty minutes later he was sitting in a plush chair on the third deck of the magical bus sipping tea across from his host. "Miss-" "Call me Bluebelle," she finished for him. "Bluebelle, if you're my aunt why didn't you come for me earlier?" She sighed and sat her teacup on the little table between them, this was not going to be easy. "You see Harry, I am-was what you would consider a secret agent. Since you were a baby I've been on every mission the Ministry could come up with. Over the years the job was either all but nothing happening or everything at once." He leaned closer, listening intently as she spoke, not wanting to miss a word. "I can't even name the number of counties I've been in anymore. But with your parents gone and your godfather in or escaped from Azkaban there was hardly anything I could do." "You do know about Sirius," he gulped, "I mean what happened to him, don't you?" Her face showed him a sympathetic look and she reached over her shoulder to pull her braid in front of her. "Yes I know, Dumbeldor told me. I was never very fond of Sirius Black but I know you were close to him and I'm sorry. If you don't want to stay with me very long that's fine, you'll be out of school in less then two years as it is." "No! I don't want to go back to the Dursleys again, let me stay with you." "You can stay as long as you like. But since I've quit my Ministry job you'll have to deal with the wayward reporter every so often." The bus stopped in its usual jolting way and they descended the stairs. House elves were already waiting to take his trunks at the front gates. The rain was still pouring as they exited the bus and ran up to the massive doors. "Where do you live anyway, Aunt Belle?" "At the opposite end of this valley, in an old Regency cottage." As they entered the school a dark figure came down the stairs and seemed to glide swiftly over to them, a dark cloak flowing behind it like an ominous cloud. "Ah Severus, come to greet me?" "Dumbeldor sent me to make sure you hadn't gotten locked out, Filch is still on his holiday." "Same thing," she pulled Harry out from behind her. "Now I hear that you two are already aquatinted, teacher/student am I right?" "Yes Aunt Bluebelle," Harry answered first, not wanting Snape to have the upper hand. "Is Potter staying with you in the castle or are you taking him to your home?" "He'll be staying here until term starts and at the end of the year he'll come home with me." She motioned for the flock of elves scuttling around their feet to take his trunks. "Put them in my rooms, there's an extra bed in there already." "Are you sure about this Professor Evans? Students aren't usually allowed to be in the school until September." Anyone could tell he was absolutely against what she was doing in every way possible. "I've never been surer. Now I'm famished, how about going out to get something to eat, Harry? It's been years since I ate at Hogsmead." "Alright," he was just glad to get away from his potions master as soon as he could. "Good, want to come Severus?" Harry winced. "No, thank you I have lesson plans to touch up on. Goodnight Belle," and he stalked off. "Belle? Is that your nickname?" "Yes, I thought he'd have forgotten it by now, no one calls me that anymore I've missed it. Well, let's go, the rains stopped." The restaurant they ate in was a little pub like place with a homey feeling to it. A huge fireplace was embedded into the back wall, but at the moment it was dormant due to the month being August. Round tables filled the floor, booths like the one they sat in lined the other three walls. At the hostess podium stood a young blond witch with a bored look on her face as she seated customers. "Aunt Bluebelle, what did you do with the Ministry?" "I'm not sure this is the best place to tell you, but I guess I can be discreet. I did undercover work with a few other aurors. Do you know Mad Eye Moody?" "Yeah, I met him two years ago, he's in the Order." They stopped when a waiter came with their food, two plates of steak, baked potatoes and string beans. "Did you work with him?" "For a while yes but I went on to a new assignment almost every month." She cut her diner up and took a long drink of butterbeer. "You said you never liked Sirius, why?" Somehow she knew that would come up, Albus Dumbledor had told her how attached the boy was to his godfather in the letters he sent her over the years. She chewed on her lips and folded her hands under her chin and looked her nephew in the eye. "I never got along well with him, or Petigrew or your father for the record. The only one I could stand was Remus, even if he was a werewolf I didn't really care about that and I still don't. He's a good man," she paused. "Sirius had a crush on me all through school, mind you I was two and a half years younger then them all. But unlike the majority of the female population of the school I wasn't obsessed with him." "Sirius was a girl magnet?" He couldn't believe it, Sirius Black didn't seem like the type who'd revel the attention of a castle full of girls. He seemed more like the type to avoid it. "Yeah, big time and I didn't want anything to do with him," she laughed at the memory. "One time he sent me a hundred fifty valentines in my fourth year, they clogged up the owlery all day." "And you still wouldn't go out with him?" "Nope." "Um...is that why your hair's blue?" he couldn't help himself. Bluebelle only burst out laughing, nearly falling out of the booth. "Oh heavens no! That was because of a study hall session gone wrong," she wiped a tear from her eye. "Severus was helping me with my potion segment for the O.W.Ls. We were studying one day and he measured some ingredient wrong by accident. I volunteered to try it and my hair turned blue, I liked it so much I've kept it ever since." "Snape turned your hair blue?" And here all this time Harry had been thinking that the teacher had never made a potion wrong in his life. This would be good ammo when after school lessons came and he needed a comeback. "Wait, why were you studying with him anyway? Aren't you in a separate house from him?" "Indeed I am, Ravenclaw to be exact. He was my friend," he choked on his potato. "Y-you were friends with him?!" "Yep, hard to believe isn't it?" "Very hard." This gave Harry some very frightening thoughts. What if they were still friends? What if Snape came to visit her in her home when school ended? He'd be trapped with his least favorite teacher in the world for hours at a time with no way of escaping. His aunt would want him to be polite to her guest and stay with them; no broom riding to give him an excuse to get away, no anything. "I know what you're thinking and I doubt that Severus would come to see me anytime soon. It's been at least eighteen years since we were that close, he'll need time to get used to me again." "How old are you?" "My, my it's not nice to ask a lady her age," she teased him, "but I'll humor you. I'm thirty-five." "But you look like you're in your twenty!" he blushed at his outburst. "That was another effect of Severus' warped potion, I've kept a stunning aging process. I'll have to thank him later for that." The bell on top of the door rang and a group of people came in. "I'm telling you it's impossible to turn giant spiders into butterflies!" "Well I bet you can and I'll prove it!" "You can't even go near a normal baby spider without screaming like a little girl!" "Ron! Hermione!" Harry jumped out of his seat and sprinted over to the two arguing teens. "Harry what are you doing here?" the girl asked. "I'm getting dinner," he was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley hugging him, hard. "Harry dear how good to see you! What on earth are you doing here? I thought you spent the summer with your aunt and uncle?" "I do- I did- just come here I want to introduce you to someone." He led the family to the table he'd been seated at less then a minute before. "This is my aunt, Bluebelle." "Nice to meet you," she greeted the awe struck red heads. "But I thought you...no family..." Ron trailed off. "She's been doing work for the Ministry, she brought me here from the Dursleys." "It's good to meet you," Hermione recovered first. "Are you staying here long?" "Yes, I'll be teaching at the school." "You don't have spider in your lessons do you?" he got elbowed by the frilly haired girl next to him. "No," she didn't know what to think about that. The rest of the night passed without any incident what so ever. She found that she rather liked the twins, their antics reminded her of a younger version of herself. Hermione though was too brainy, even for her who had been in the smartest house in Hogwarts. The rest of the Weasleys were good people and she could see why her sister's boy thought of them as his own family. It made her wish she'd been there for him a long time ago. On the way back to the castle she looked up at the night sky and saw a falling star shooting across the black sky. "Look Harry, make a wish." He closed his eyes and she did the same. "What did you wish for?" "For you to stay." Her face lit up in a blush.
Disclaimer: I am not repeat NOT J. K. Rowling so that means I own nothing, except Bluebelle. Well, that was a good start if I do say so myself, for a first try. Now the next part is done so if you people want more just hit the little blue button at the bottom of the page and tell me so.
By: Pirate-Girl1017
Chapter 1
Bluebelle took a deep breath of air the second she stepped out of the carriage that had brought her to the front gates of the huge castle. It felt like she was coming home after a lifetime of being away, and mostly it was. For sixteen years she'd been more places then she could even remember trying to complete each mission the Ministry gave to her. Now it was time to relax, to settle down into a job that had no dangers what so ever. So she'd had no back thoughts about accepting the invitation to teach at her old school. How she'd missed Hogwarts. The sky was brimming with the colors of a brilliant sunset, birds sang out their final tunes of the day, the moat was peaceful with not a ripple to disturb it. The evening reminded her of a night long ago when she had found herself looking over the turrets of the castle as a student wishing over a star for a young man she knew was studying just a few floors below her. A team of house elves came bustling out the front door to pick up her luggage and show her to her room causing her to be jolted from her memory. "Good day miss," an elf greeted her. She looked down at him only to be bopped in the nose by a tower of crocheted potholders. "Pardon me miss, Dobby's got lots a hats an' no place to put them." "Yes, of course." She followed them inside and gazed around at the thick stone halls she hadn't seen in years wondering why an elf with clothes was working. Portraits waved and yelled 'hellos' at her, she spotted some she thought would have been moved since she had attended the classes there due to their outstandingly strange comments. Mainly the over anxious knight who was challenging her to a duel for looking at him too long. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about him doing that same thing to her as a girl. After getting her trunks situated in her rooms she decided to explore the place, see if she still knew her way around. It was filling her heart to be walking the halls again, she hadn't set foot in the school since her sister, Lily, had been killed. But she had to let the past go and coming to the place where they had spent the best years they had together seemed an excellent choice. Lily wouldn't want her to be mourning her forever. And she had a relative to claim now that she had quit the Ministry. She blew a loose strand of her hair out of her face but the rebellious lock refused to obey. A mirror was hung on the wall to her left, she turned to face it and took in her appearance. Bright aqua hair fell down to her knees in a loose braid, dark blues eyes looked out at her from under thinly arched brows. Her skin was fair, her mouth was light pink with a slim crested upper lip and full lower one. The dress she wore was a thick strapped sky blue gown that hugged her slender body and flared out until it grazed the floor. A black belt wound around her middle, the symbol of Aquarius in the center. High button boots peaked out from under her skirt, as did the two petticoats under that. And a silk cape that doubled as long sleeves to her wrists flowed about her like a black cloud. All in all she thought she looked pretty good for her first day. "May I help you?" a deep voice asked from behind her. She spun around, a tall man with long, greasy black hair and black robes stood in the doorway she had just passed through. "Well I was just looking around and-" she cut her self off. "And..." he already sounded bored and impatient with her. Her eyes examined him from head to foot as if he were under her microscope. "What are you doing?" "Severus?" she took a step towards him. "Have we met?" A smile lit up her face and she moved closer to him so that they were inches apart, although she barely reached his collarbone and had to crane her neck to look him in the eye. "Severus Snape I can't believe you don't recognize me! How many girls hair did you turn blue in study hall?" "Bluebelle?" His dark eyes scanned over her as if he'd never seen a human female before. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be working for the Ministry!" The woman laughed, took hold of his arm and started walking down the hall again even if she knew he could hardly stand people touching him. As if to prove her point he struggled to loosen her grip on him. "Tell me what you've been up to, you never wrote." "With a job such as yours you should know the consequences of such foolish actions." "Formal as ever I see, but I've quit that poor excuse of an occupation and come to teach my specialty." "By that you mean you've taken up the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" "Exactly." Snape gave her a reproachful look just like the one her father used to give her when she exposed her rebellious streak. She knew he wanted that position more then most people wanted a million galleons. "You know how important you are to the destruction of the Dark Lord and his followers. A secret auror is nothing to joke about, especially when you yourself are one." Her red tongue stuck out of her lips at him. "Tell me of my nephew, I haven't seen him since he was a baby." "He is the most troublesome child ever to walk the walls of this school," he grumbled. "Is he as bad as his father?" "Thank god no, he never levitates helpless students in front of the entire school. All he does is break every rule ever made, not getting severely punished mind you and disrespect my house." She grimaced at the horrible memory he'd mentioned. At the time she had only been the second year but even then she'd known when a person deserved revenge. James Potter had encountered a very scornful Bluebelle Evens later that fateful day and was rushed to the hospital wing with a busted lip, broken nose and three loose teeth. Of course she'd never told Snape that. He wouldn't want a Ravenclaw muggle born defending him. "At least he hasn't done anything too horrid I hope?" "Other then by all accounts he should have been expelled in his first year." He managed to pull his arm free and let it dangle at his side. "Well then I'll have to make a visit to my sister's house the night before classes and pick him up." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you taking him in?" "I'm his godmother as well as his aunt, it's my responsibility to take care of him. But for the past seventeen years I've been facing Dementors, Death Eaters, giants and anything else He Who Shall Not Be Named could throw at me. It's time he's had a decent home not to mention a break for me." "I take it you've heard about his current status?" "I have and in fact I think I'll go get him now." He stopped dead in his tracks, he already had to give the boy Occlumency lessons that year when he wasn't supposed to be teaching him at all anymore. And quite frankly he didn't want to be around him any more then necessary. "Now?" "Now, I'll take the Knight Bus and be back before the hour is up."
Number 4 Privet Drive
"Get the door boy!" Vernon Dursley shouted from inside the living room to his nephew. A gangly young man with wild black hair and glasses came out of the kitchen where he was making his cousin's diner and went to the front door. The insistent knocking continued until he held the knob and opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked. A figure in a long navy colored cloak stood on the welcome mat drenched from the storm going on outside. "Harry?" The person stepped in and threw their hood off, spraying water onto the Dursley family portrait causing Dudley's face to look chunkier then usual. "Yes?" "It is you, my how you've grown." A beautiful woman held his shoulders in her graceful, long fingered hands to turn him around so she could get a good look at him. Harry felt his cheeks heat up. "Well boy who is it?" His aunt Petunia stepped into the hall and gasped, holding her apron to her mouth. "Bluebelle, what are you doing here?" "It's good to see you too, big sister." Harry's eyes widened and stared at the more attractive of the two women. They didn't resemble one another in the least, but when he looked long enough he saw his mother's face only with different coloring. The remaining family came into the room, Vernon gawking at Bluebelle, Dudley still eating a chicken leg. "Who's this?" "She's my sister," Petunia answered her husband. "But your sister's dead." "Only my older one, the younger is like Lily but even stranger. Gone off doing gods knows what for years." Mr. Dursley puffed out his already large chest and advanced on their uninvited guest. "What do you want?" "I want my nephew, obviously you don't." Harry could barely believe his ears, after so long and loosing Sirius someone had come out of nowhere to take him away. A little late in his young life but there none the less. But he wasn't sure she was who she said she was, Voldemort had many ways of tricking those he targeted. "Get your things Harry, the Knight Bus doesn't usually wait this long for passengers." "Excuse me, but who are you exactly?" She held his green gaze with her own and gave him a smile he'd only seen coming out of photos of his parents. "Just who your aunt said I am, but I'm also your godmother and therefore in my protection. I'll explain everything on the bus. That is unless you all have an objection." The Dursleys all shook their heads, eager to be rid of what they considered extra baggage. "Good, get your stuff, I'll wait down here." "Prove that you're telling the truth," he didn't hold back his suspicious tone. Again she smiled at him as if she'd expected him to ask her that. "Expecto Patronum!" she cried as she pointed out her wand from her cape. A glittering crane emerged from the tip, sending the Dursleys running from the room screaming and Harry staring in awe. Only a good and powerful witch or wizard could conjure such a patroness. He all but ran up the stairs to collect his things. Twenty minutes later he was sitting in a plush chair on the third deck of the magical bus sipping tea across from his host. "Miss-" "Call me Bluebelle," she finished for him. "Bluebelle, if you're my aunt why didn't you come for me earlier?" She sighed and sat her teacup on the little table between them, this was not going to be easy. "You see Harry, I am-was what you would consider a secret agent. Since you were a baby I've been on every mission the Ministry could come up with. Over the years the job was either all but nothing happening or everything at once." He leaned closer, listening intently as she spoke, not wanting to miss a word. "I can't even name the number of counties I've been in anymore. But with your parents gone and your godfather in or escaped from Azkaban there was hardly anything I could do." "You do know about Sirius," he gulped, "I mean what happened to him, don't you?" Her face showed him a sympathetic look and she reached over her shoulder to pull her braid in front of her. "Yes I know, Dumbeldor told me. I was never very fond of Sirius Black but I know you were close to him and I'm sorry. If you don't want to stay with me very long that's fine, you'll be out of school in less then two years as it is." "No! I don't want to go back to the Dursleys again, let me stay with you." "You can stay as long as you like. But since I've quit my Ministry job you'll have to deal with the wayward reporter every so often." The bus stopped in its usual jolting way and they descended the stairs. House elves were already waiting to take his trunks at the front gates. The rain was still pouring as they exited the bus and ran up to the massive doors. "Where do you live anyway, Aunt Belle?" "At the opposite end of this valley, in an old Regency cottage." As they entered the school a dark figure came down the stairs and seemed to glide swiftly over to them, a dark cloak flowing behind it like an ominous cloud. "Ah Severus, come to greet me?" "Dumbeldor sent me to make sure you hadn't gotten locked out, Filch is still on his holiday." "Same thing," she pulled Harry out from behind her. "Now I hear that you two are already aquatinted, teacher/student am I right?" "Yes Aunt Bluebelle," Harry answered first, not wanting Snape to have the upper hand. "Is Potter staying with you in the castle or are you taking him to your home?" "He'll be staying here until term starts and at the end of the year he'll come home with me." She motioned for the flock of elves scuttling around their feet to take his trunks. "Put them in my rooms, there's an extra bed in there already." "Are you sure about this Professor Evans? Students aren't usually allowed to be in the school until September." Anyone could tell he was absolutely against what she was doing in every way possible. "I've never been surer. Now I'm famished, how about going out to get something to eat, Harry? It's been years since I ate at Hogsmead." "Alright," he was just glad to get away from his potions master as soon as he could. "Good, want to come Severus?" Harry winced. "No, thank you I have lesson plans to touch up on. Goodnight Belle," and he stalked off. "Belle? Is that your nickname?" "Yes, I thought he'd have forgotten it by now, no one calls me that anymore I've missed it. Well, let's go, the rains stopped." The restaurant they ate in was a little pub like place with a homey feeling to it. A huge fireplace was embedded into the back wall, but at the moment it was dormant due to the month being August. Round tables filled the floor, booths like the one they sat in lined the other three walls. At the hostess podium stood a young blond witch with a bored look on her face as she seated customers. "Aunt Bluebelle, what did you do with the Ministry?" "I'm not sure this is the best place to tell you, but I guess I can be discreet. I did undercover work with a few other aurors. Do you know Mad Eye Moody?" "Yeah, I met him two years ago, he's in the Order." They stopped when a waiter came with their food, two plates of steak, baked potatoes and string beans. "Did you work with him?" "For a while yes but I went on to a new assignment almost every month." She cut her diner up and took a long drink of butterbeer. "You said you never liked Sirius, why?" Somehow she knew that would come up, Albus Dumbledor had told her how attached the boy was to his godfather in the letters he sent her over the years. She chewed on her lips and folded her hands under her chin and looked her nephew in the eye. "I never got along well with him, or Petigrew or your father for the record. The only one I could stand was Remus, even if he was a werewolf I didn't really care about that and I still don't. He's a good man," she paused. "Sirius had a crush on me all through school, mind you I was two and a half years younger then them all. But unlike the majority of the female population of the school I wasn't obsessed with him." "Sirius was a girl magnet?" He couldn't believe it, Sirius Black didn't seem like the type who'd revel the attention of a castle full of girls. He seemed more like the type to avoid it. "Yeah, big time and I didn't want anything to do with him," she laughed at the memory. "One time he sent me a hundred fifty valentines in my fourth year, they clogged up the owlery all day." "And you still wouldn't go out with him?" "Nope." "Um...is that why your hair's blue?" he couldn't help himself. Bluebelle only burst out laughing, nearly falling out of the booth. "Oh heavens no! That was because of a study hall session gone wrong," she wiped a tear from her eye. "Severus was helping me with my potion segment for the O.W.Ls. We were studying one day and he measured some ingredient wrong by accident. I volunteered to try it and my hair turned blue, I liked it so much I've kept it ever since." "Snape turned your hair blue?" And here all this time Harry had been thinking that the teacher had never made a potion wrong in his life. This would be good ammo when after school lessons came and he needed a comeback. "Wait, why were you studying with him anyway? Aren't you in a separate house from him?" "Indeed I am, Ravenclaw to be exact. He was my friend," he choked on his potato. "Y-you were friends with him?!" "Yep, hard to believe isn't it?" "Very hard." This gave Harry some very frightening thoughts. What if they were still friends? What if Snape came to visit her in her home when school ended? He'd be trapped with his least favorite teacher in the world for hours at a time with no way of escaping. His aunt would want him to be polite to her guest and stay with them; no broom riding to give him an excuse to get away, no anything. "I know what you're thinking and I doubt that Severus would come to see me anytime soon. It's been at least eighteen years since we were that close, he'll need time to get used to me again." "How old are you?" "My, my it's not nice to ask a lady her age," she teased him, "but I'll humor you. I'm thirty-five." "But you look like you're in your twenty!" he blushed at his outburst. "That was another effect of Severus' warped potion, I've kept a stunning aging process. I'll have to thank him later for that." The bell on top of the door rang and a group of people came in. "I'm telling you it's impossible to turn giant spiders into butterflies!" "Well I bet you can and I'll prove it!" "You can't even go near a normal baby spider without screaming like a little girl!" "Ron! Hermione!" Harry jumped out of his seat and sprinted over to the two arguing teens. "Harry what are you doing here?" the girl asked. "I'm getting dinner," he was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley hugging him, hard. "Harry dear how good to see you! What on earth are you doing here? I thought you spent the summer with your aunt and uncle?" "I do- I did- just come here I want to introduce you to someone." He led the family to the table he'd been seated at less then a minute before. "This is my aunt, Bluebelle." "Nice to meet you," she greeted the awe struck red heads. "But I thought you...no family..." Ron trailed off. "She's been doing work for the Ministry, she brought me here from the Dursleys." "It's good to meet you," Hermione recovered first. "Are you staying here long?" "Yes, I'll be teaching at the school." "You don't have spider in your lessons do you?" he got elbowed by the frilly haired girl next to him. "No," she didn't know what to think about that. The rest of the night passed without any incident what so ever. She found that she rather liked the twins, their antics reminded her of a younger version of herself. Hermione though was too brainy, even for her who had been in the smartest house in Hogwarts. The rest of the Weasleys were good people and she could see why her sister's boy thought of them as his own family. It made her wish she'd been there for him a long time ago. On the way back to the castle she looked up at the night sky and saw a falling star shooting across the black sky. "Look Harry, make a wish." He closed his eyes and she did the same. "What did you wish for?" "For you to stay." Her face lit up in a blush.
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