Jasmine could feel her blood boiling. How dare that bastard do this? She fumed, blind rage guiding her way down to the dungeons where the Potion Master's office could be found. Of course, she knew why. He was a petty man, and did and said things all the time to prove just how trapped in the past he was, and how welling he was to take his old grudges out on students today. But to use a schoolyard issue on a co-worker, especially one on this level- Jasmine was seeing red.

Luckily for her, she found her target in his office, grading small vials of sample potions from one of his morning classes by opening each one and testing it on a flower. The door was only sitting slightly ajar, but she slung it completely open. Severus Snape did not seem surprised to see her. He gave half of a sideways glance upward, but continued about his work. "Good evening, Mrs. Lupin."

"You absolute insufferable bastard." She screeched. Snape looked almost amused.

"Ah, I see you heard about class today." He continued, his tone even and disinterested.

"You had no right." She snarled, her stiff movements freeing wild red locks which she pushed back in frustration. She knew exactly why he wouldn't look at her.

"As you are not on the staff here, you aren't aware; Normally, when one of us is going to miss a class and need a substitute, the professor missing class makes a plan. Your husband failed to put one in place, and I taught from the subject. Any issue you have with the chapter I chose is on you." He continued to pour potions on the flowers, and one caused the poor little flora to burst into purple flames. Snape looked momentarily surprised, regenerated the small bud with his wand and marked the failure in his grade book.

"You couldn't just use the notes he'd made for his own lesson plans? I put them out." She retorted, nostrils flaring.

"Well, it seemed fair game. He had me in a dress day one." He reminded her. "How is it you even know about the assignment?" He questioned. It was a fair one, as normally she didn't have a clue what went on unless Remus told her about his day.

"Hermione Granger." She replied, and at this, the wizard actually grinned. An ear to ear sickening grin.

"I knew if anyone figured it out, it would be her." He said, marking again in his grade book. "Did Granger actually confront you?"

"No," Jasmine replied, shaking her head. "I ran into her making a library run to return some things. She had a stack of books on Lycanthropy. And it struck me as odd."

"Because you spend so much time protecting the beast." He snorted. "Which, by the way, it would be easier to hide if you didn't let your mark show."

Jasmine's hand flew up to the base of her neck, covering the silver-white scarred mark protectively. "Fuck you. At least I don't have to cover mine." She spat. His head finally snapped up.

"Is there a reason you're down here?" He demanded. "Or did you just need to screech?"

"You are thirty-one years old, you graduated fifteen years ago. Can you not grow the hell up?" She returned, arms crossed. He stared at her, then after a long moment blinked slowly and blew his held breath out his large nose.

"Jasmine." He warned, thinking for a moment. He remembered when she was small, and usually happy to see him. But it was a lifetime ago they were on good terms, and she was no longer then child who rode on his shoulders in the summer sun. "He can cancel the assignment in the morning, when he resumes his post." He said finally, picking his quill back up and looking down.

"Your damage is already done, Severus." She said calmly. She wrapped her arms around herself. "Why would you take this away from him?"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand." He said quietly. Jasmine tilted her head.

"Understand... What?" She challenged him, "Lily married James, and in your defeat, not that she ever viewed you in the romantic light, you became a damned Death Eater..." She swallowed, so angry she could almost feel bile rising.

"He was never supposed to hurt her!" He yelled in reply.

"Oh, I see... But killing James and Harry was fine?" She slapped on the desk before him, but he did not flinch.

"I told you, Jasmine, its more complicated than you know. Now, run along and look after your little pet." He picked up the box of empty vials and sat it to the side, placing a new box marked 'R-H 2YR' on the side and he began testing the vials in it as well, ignoring her presence until she finally stormed out as quickly as she came in.


The next few days flew by, and just as he had suggested, Remus simply chalked the assignment up to Snape's not knowing where they were in the curriculum and dismissed the essay without them having to do it at all. Hermione Granger had already completed hers, out of the entire school she was only one of four, the other three in Ravenclaw. Remus read them for amusement, then very carefully tossed them into the fireplace. He shook his head head and chuckled. Maybe he did have this one coming for the boggart.

Still, he knew it bothered Jasmine, far more than it bothered him. She could sit all day and let someone talk about her, but half a horrid word on him and his wife was ready to attack. He loved her for it, that fire. But more often than not it wasn't needed. She did not offer, and he did not ask, but he knew she'd been to confront the Potion Master. He could smell the musty dungeon on her blouse, a faint smoky potion in her hair. He almost wanted to laugh- Of course she did.

A large crashing sounded from the sitting room on the other side of portrait hanging in his office that lead to his quarters. "Er- Jazz?" He called, getting up and pushing the door open.

"Hmm?" She called.

"Did you die?" He ask, almost afraid to look. He found her on her knees, cleaning up a bookshelf that had fallen. He waved his hand and all the mess slowly drifted away from her and back in place. He came over a knelt beside her. "What are you doing?"

"Just- looking for a book." She stammered. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine." He said firmly, looking her over. It was getting very close to the anniversary of their loss, and he wanted to keep a close eye on her, make sure she was not slipping away from him again. "Don't you want to go down to the pitch? Toss up is soon." He reminded her, as the start of the Quidditch season was upon them.

"Do you really fill up to sitting in the rain?" She ask, taking his hand as he helped her up., then pulled her to him.

"It's the first one. And we can charm everything to stay warm and dry." He reminded her. "Come on, lets go bundle up." He kissed her forehead and opened the coat closet for her.


The weather had not been so horrid in months, but as if on cue, when October rolled into November the cold settled in and with it, icy rain and a massive storm. But quidditch is an any weather sport- so the show was on. The Malfoy boy was still whining about his arm injury he'd gotten back in the start of the term, so Hufflepuff was up against Gryffindor. Thunder clacked and lightning split the swimming gray sky right as the whistle blew. "I have a bad feeling about this. Why won't they call it?" Jasmine said, but before Remus could answer, someone behind them spoke up.

"I've already ask, but Wood there, the Gryffindor captain, insists they'll play on. He's a seventh year, and I assume he wants all of it he can get." Jasmine and Remus both turned to find Amos Diggory smiling.

"Amos!" Remus shook his outstretched hand, then Amos gave Jasmine's a small, playful kiss.

"Remus, I was so glad to hear you are on staff this year." He said, clapping him roughly on the back. "Makes the whole place a right sight safer. Plus I hear you're a hell of a natural."

"Thanks." Remus nodded, and all three looked back up to the sky as another bolt of lightening split the skies, illuminating the player's reflective stripes on their sleeves and numbers.

"How are they supposed to find the-" Jasmine started to ask, but as lightening cracked again she froze. There was a great black dog's shadow in the sky, just a profile, but visible to anyone who knew what to look for. Jasmine immediately grasp at Remus' hand.

"I saw it too." He confirmed. They stood, along with many others in the family box, watching carefully. When the storm decided to provide a light into the scene again, it was obvious the Dementors had descended upon the pitch.

"Where is he?" Jasmine was panicked, Remus could feel her pulse in her fingers. She frantically searched the sky as she moved through box to the stairs. "Remus, do you see Harry?" She pushed through the people, attempting to get to the teacher's box to have the match called. But before she could make it, but there was a collective gasp through the crowd before she made it. She turned, standing up on a seat to see the field better, in time to see Harry's fall slow by Dumbledore's spell. She jumped down, running down the steps two and three at a time until she made it the base and she cut through the framework of the stands and ran onto the field as Madam Hootch and most of the students landed around the boy's muddy body.

"Back, all of you." Madam Hootch commanded them all as she saw Jasmine sprinting and slipping through the mud.

"HARRY!" She screeched. She landed in the mess next to her unconscious nephew. "Couldn't postpone for the weather!? Really!?" She screamed. Looking them over. Finally Dumbledore made it and conjured a stretcher under the young wizard, levitating him for the hospital wing. Jasmine cut her eyes at the Headmaster, and he nodded to her as she walked along with Harry on the other side. She knew better than storm his office, but it would not stop her from getting him to listen while in the infirmary.


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