Disclaimer: As much as we hate repeating ourselves, here we go again; not ours, hers ---JKR
A/N: Not much new to say today, except that we had a ball writing the last chapter. We were laughing the whole time. Moohaha.
'Snape being strange sounds normal to me'
If anyone wants to hear a clip of the song from the last chapter, go to www.amydoucette.com. If you want the full version,
well, too bad. :grin:
Again, sorry for the shortness of this chapter...
"My God!" Hermione exclaimed as she entered the Potter 'residence.' "What is that ungodly smell!" blocking her nose, she
slowly made her way to the source of a large amount of noise. Upon reaching the kitchen, it was to find Ron Weasley doubled
over a very large cauldron boiling away on Ginny's large stove. Ginny was sitting at the small round table in the corner,
chopping various roots, herbs and other ingredients while Taryn and Pepper slept in a near-by playpen.
"It doesn't smell, 'Mione." Ron quipped matter-of-factly, as he scooped up the pile of mandrake root and added it to the
simmering potion. As he added each ingredient, he made note of it, and what he was doing. Convinced that Ron had a cold,
causing his nasal passages to block up, Hermione muttered a quick "Elimini Odore" and dropped her hands to her side.
"What, in the name of Merlin, are you doing?" she finally questioned, watching with amusement the duo before her.
"We," Ron paused, adding in powdered root of asphodel, "are making a remedy for Harry's burn." Ginny nodded in affirmation,
handing her brother a large batch of crushed vampire fang.
"Remedy?" Hermione stifled back the laughter, thinking back to the many disastrous potions classes from their childhood.
"Yes, remedy." he snapped. "Seen as your husband," husband being hissed, "can't seem to do the job properly." Though Ron
had accepted Severus, he still held a grudge. Quite the temper, the youngest male Weasley had, that Hermione often ignored
his caustic remarks.
"If I remember correctly, Ronald," she smirked, "You barely, and I stress the word barely, passed potions while we
attended Hogwarts." Ginny chuckled quietly, earning a stifling glare from her brother. "What makes you think that if
my husband, an esteemed potions master, cannot concoct an effective salve; that you, a blundering dunderhead, can?"
Ron turned on his heals, glaring at Hermione while biting back a grin, and pointed at his sister.
"Because I have Ginny helping me." he explained, taking the offered snakeskin from the aforementioned. "And if you remember
correctly, my suffocating know-it-all, my dear, dear sister had higher marks in potions that you did." Grinning in
satisfaction, he returned to his position, stirring counter-clockwise and grumbling to himself.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to Ginny, who was cleaning her hands in a nearby sink.
"I've examined many of the salves Severus made, Hermione." Ginny explained. "It was perplexing that they were not working."
"Yeah..."
"Doesn't perplex me. Greasy old git is probably losing it in his old age." Ron smirked, ducking an oven-mit chucked his
way.
"Don't make me hex you..."
"ANYWAYS!" Ginny broke in, effectively stopping a would-be duel between friends. "After studying the potions, and Harry's burn,
I concluded that the most effective ingredient in Severus' salve, was indeed, the wrong one warranting this situation."
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Hermione prompted Ginny on.
"Your husband was using boomslang skin as the main ingredient. Effective as it is on MINOR burns, it will not help heal a
wound of this magnitude. Doing that requires an enhancing agent..." trailing off, Ginny pushed Ron out of the way and began
bottling the boiling potion. "However, the agent cannot be added for another week. The potion must ferment until then."
Grinning, she sat down in front of Hermione once again. "Giving me plenty of time to...procure the needed ingredient."
"Which is..." Hermione inquired, still utterly perplexed and not liking it one bit.
Ginny wasn't able to elaborate; however, because at that precise moment, Taryn decided to make her awaken presence known.
Her high-pitched wail echoed through the kitchen, waking Pepper up as well. The combined screams were enough to send Ron
running. Hermione rolled her eyes, laughing at her friend's antics.
"Men!"
A/N: Not much new to say today, except that we had a ball writing the last chapter. We were laughing the whole time. Moohaha.
'Snape being strange sounds normal to me'
If anyone wants to hear a clip of the song from the last chapter, go to www.amydoucette.com. If you want the full version,
well, too bad. :grin:
Again, sorry for the shortness of this chapter...
"My God!" Hermione exclaimed as she entered the Potter 'residence.' "What is that ungodly smell!" blocking her nose, she
slowly made her way to the source of a large amount of noise. Upon reaching the kitchen, it was to find Ron Weasley doubled
over a very large cauldron boiling away on Ginny's large stove. Ginny was sitting at the small round table in the corner,
chopping various roots, herbs and other ingredients while Taryn and Pepper slept in a near-by playpen.
"It doesn't smell, 'Mione." Ron quipped matter-of-factly, as he scooped up the pile of mandrake root and added it to the
simmering potion. As he added each ingredient, he made note of it, and what he was doing. Convinced that Ron had a cold,
causing his nasal passages to block up, Hermione muttered a quick "Elimini Odore" and dropped her hands to her side.
"What, in the name of Merlin, are you doing?" she finally questioned, watching with amusement the duo before her.
"We," Ron paused, adding in powdered root of asphodel, "are making a remedy for Harry's burn." Ginny nodded in affirmation,
handing her brother a large batch of crushed vampire fang.
"Remedy?" Hermione stifled back the laughter, thinking back to the many disastrous potions classes from their childhood.
"Yes, remedy." he snapped. "Seen as your husband," husband being hissed, "can't seem to do the job properly." Though Ron
had accepted Severus, he still held a grudge. Quite the temper, the youngest male Weasley had, that Hermione often ignored
his caustic remarks.
"If I remember correctly, Ronald," she smirked, "You barely, and I stress the word barely, passed potions while we
attended Hogwarts." Ginny chuckled quietly, earning a stifling glare from her brother. "What makes you think that if
my husband, an esteemed potions master, cannot concoct an effective salve; that you, a blundering dunderhead, can?"
Ron turned on his heals, glaring at Hermione while biting back a grin, and pointed at his sister.
"Because I have Ginny helping me." he explained, taking the offered snakeskin from the aforementioned. "And if you remember
correctly, my suffocating know-it-all, my dear, dear sister had higher marks in potions that you did." Grinning in
satisfaction, he returned to his position, stirring counter-clockwise and grumbling to himself.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to Ginny, who was cleaning her hands in a nearby sink.
"I've examined many of the salves Severus made, Hermione." Ginny explained. "It was perplexing that they were not working."
"Yeah..."
"Doesn't perplex me. Greasy old git is probably losing it in his old age." Ron smirked, ducking an oven-mit chucked his
way.
"Don't make me hex you..."
"ANYWAYS!" Ginny broke in, effectively stopping a would-be duel between friends. "After studying the potions, and Harry's burn,
I concluded that the most effective ingredient in Severus' salve, was indeed, the wrong one warranting this situation."
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Hermione prompted Ginny on.
"Your husband was using boomslang skin as the main ingredient. Effective as it is on MINOR burns, it will not help heal a
wound of this magnitude. Doing that requires an enhancing agent..." trailing off, Ginny pushed Ron out of the way and began
bottling the boiling potion. "However, the agent cannot be added for another week. The potion must ferment until then."
Grinning, she sat down in front of Hermione once again. "Giving me plenty of time to...procure the needed ingredient."
"Which is..." Hermione inquired, still utterly perplexed and not liking it one bit.
Ginny wasn't able to elaborate; however, because at that precise moment, Taryn decided to make her awaken presence known.
Her high-pitched wail echoed through the kitchen, waking Pepper up as well. The combined screams were enough to send Ron
running. Hermione rolled her eyes, laughing at her friend's antics.
"Men!"