Disclaimer: Same as before.
A/N: Here's the next one! I really enjoyed writing this last one. I'm a little disappointed with this one, but...
The next day, I avoided Harry. I knew it would be pointless, but I couldn't help it. After spending all day hiding behind corners and tapestries, I made my way down to the potion classroom. My uncle told me earlier that we would be working on the other immunity potion. Walking into the classroom, I saw that everyone was waiting for me. Here I was hoping that I'd be early.
"Your ingredients are sitting next to your cauldron. Read the first instruction and begin when I say go." I quickly read the first line, and waited. Within seconds, we dumped the ingredients in the boiling water.
"Very well," my uncle said. "As I as telling Mr. Potter, this potion must be timed to the second. Nothing can be added too early or too late. Now the second ingredient will go in... now." We poured in the newt's eye. We each picked up a stick and began to stir. This wouldn't be too bad. With Snape standing above us, there would be no chance in talking.
Things continued at this pace, and we finally reached eleven o'clock. "This potion will also need to sit over night. Do a final stir and place some in this vial. Mark your vial with you name and hand them to me. You are dismissed."
Doing as we were ordered, we quickly left the room. I walked a little faster, so that I was ahead of Harry. He soon caught up. "Man, you'd think we were in class or something," he said on a laugh. When I didn't respond, he turned serious and grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry if the things I said yesterday bothered you. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut." Did he really think that I was disturbed by what he said?
"No, no, it's not that. It's just something else."
"Does it have to do with your mom or Voldemort? Even if it didn't, you could always talk to me."
"I know, but it's something I need to work out on my own."
"Are you sure?" I only nodded my head and he left it alone.
***
The next evening, we entered the classroom at the same time. Harry looked over at me, and with his eyes, he said if everything was okay. I gave a little nod and looked at my uncle. He was seething, but I didn't know why. He then placed the two vials in front of us. Each was a different color.
"How can that be right?" I asked myself.
"It isn't," Snape said. "I put too much faith in you hoping that you knew how to read. Tonight will be different. Professor Dumbledore will tell you the ingredient and I will tell you when. Now get in front of a cauldron and begin."
This night followed the same routine as the night before. I couldn't help but feel terrible. Never had my uncle spoken to me that way. Not even when I was first starting out and didn't get the potions right. At eleven, my uncle dismissed Harry, saying that he wanted to speak to me.
I slowly walked up to him, but I wouldn't look at his face. "Lorene, I'm sorry. When both of you had a perfect batch last night, I felt my hopes soar. Finally Voldemort would be killed and I could finally let go of Cynthia go." I took the chance to look up into his eyes. For the first time in my life, I saw tears in his eyes.
I wrapped him in my arms. "It's entirely my fault. My mind was somewhere else. Please forgive me." He patted my back, and then let go.
"There's no need. I know that I'm not your mother, but I'm here if you need to talk." I gave him a little smile and bid him good night.
/But I can't tell you everything, / I thought as I walked to my bed. /I can't tell you that I think I'm falling in love with the son of your enemy. /
A/N: I know that it's a short chapter. I'm coming to the end though, maybe a couple of more chapters. Well, I hope you enjoyed and please review. I want to see if anyone would read a sequel.
A/N: Here's the next one! I really enjoyed writing this last one. I'm a little disappointed with this one, but...
The next day, I avoided Harry. I knew it would be pointless, but I couldn't help it. After spending all day hiding behind corners and tapestries, I made my way down to the potion classroom. My uncle told me earlier that we would be working on the other immunity potion. Walking into the classroom, I saw that everyone was waiting for me. Here I was hoping that I'd be early.
"Your ingredients are sitting next to your cauldron. Read the first instruction and begin when I say go." I quickly read the first line, and waited. Within seconds, we dumped the ingredients in the boiling water.
"Very well," my uncle said. "As I as telling Mr. Potter, this potion must be timed to the second. Nothing can be added too early or too late. Now the second ingredient will go in... now." We poured in the newt's eye. We each picked up a stick and began to stir. This wouldn't be too bad. With Snape standing above us, there would be no chance in talking.
Things continued at this pace, and we finally reached eleven o'clock. "This potion will also need to sit over night. Do a final stir and place some in this vial. Mark your vial with you name and hand them to me. You are dismissed."
Doing as we were ordered, we quickly left the room. I walked a little faster, so that I was ahead of Harry. He soon caught up. "Man, you'd think we were in class or something," he said on a laugh. When I didn't respond, he turned serious and grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry if the things I said yesterday bothered you. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut." Did he really think that I was disturbed by what he said?
"No, no, it's not that. It's just something else."
"Does it have to do with your mom or Voldemort? Even if it didn't, you could always talk to me."
"I know, but it's something I need to work out on my own."
"Are you sure?" I only nodded my head and he left it alone.
***
The next evening, we entered the classroom at the same time. Harry looked over at me, and with his eyes, he said if everything was okay. I gave a little nod and looked at my uncle. He was seething, but I didn't know why. He then placed the two vials in front of us. Each was a different color.
"How can that be right?" I asked myself.
"It isn't," Snape said. "I put too much faith in you hoping that you knew how to read. Tonight will be different. Professor Dumbledore will tell you the ingredient and I will tell you when. Now get in front of a cauldron and begin."
This night followed the same routine as the night before. I couldn't help but feel terrible. Never had my uncle spoken to me that way. Not even when I was first starting out and didn't get the potions right. At eleven, my uncle dismissed Harry, saying that he wanted to speak to me.
I slowly walked up to him, but I wouldn't look at his face. "Lorene, I'm sorry. When both of you had a perfect batch last night, I felt my hopes soar. Finally Voldemort would be killed and I could finally let go of Cynthia go." I took the chance to look up into his eyes. For the first time in my life, I saw tears in his eyes.
I wrapped him in my arms. "It's entirely my fault. My mind was somewhere else. Please forgive me." He patted my back, and then let go.
"There's no need. I know that I'm not your mother, but I'm here if you need to talk." I gave him a little smile and bid him good night.
/But I can't tell you everything, / I thought as I walked to my bed. /I can't tell you that I think I'm falling in love with the son of your enemy. /
A/N: I know that it's a short chapter. I'm coming to the end though, maybe a couple of more chapters. Well, I hope you enjoyed and please review. I want to see if anyone would read a sequel.