Snape returned to Dumbledore's quarters with Molly, a pajama set, and a set of fresh clothes for in the morning. "Where are you going to have her sleep?" "She can have my bedroom, I'll sleep on the couch," Dumbledore said. Snape carried the things to the bedroom, than returned and took Tirza from Dumbledore. "Daddy?" she asked, her eyes still closed. "Yes baby?" "Sleep bed now, please? No more move," she mumbled. Snape chuckled softly and set her on the bed. "Tirza, open your eyes for me." She frowned, but opened her sleepy eyes, blinking to get everything into focus. "You need to put on your night clothes. Can you do that yourself, or do you need help?" He already knew the answer, but asked anyways. Tirza closed her eyes again and lay down. "You," she whispered. Snape's eyebrows shot up in surprise; even as sleepy as she was he didn't think she'd let him dress her! "Are you sure that you want me too?" "You," she repeated. "Alright, but on one condition; if you remember this in the morning, don't you dare yell at me," he told her gently. "Mmmm," she mumbled in response. Snape doubted that she was really even aware of the fact that she was being changed from her sweatshirt and sweat pants into her flannel pajama top and pants. He quickly discovered that it was almost more difficult to dress a sleepy ten- year-old than a wiggling two-year-old! Finally, after several minutes of struggling to put her pajamas on her with out waking her, Snape had her dressed and the bed covers tucked in around her. "Goodnight; remember I love you," he whispered. He softly kissed her cheek and turned to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway. A slight blush crept up on his neck and face at someone witnessing the emotions that were impossible to hide around Tirza. "How long have you been standing there?" he asked, attempting to regain a little composure. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and a warm smile spread over his face. "Not very long Severus; just long enough to see you wrap her in those blankets so tight she is most likely immobile." Snape rolled his eyes. "Well I don't want her to get cold; she's been sick enough lately without catching a cold from this drafty old castle," Snape replied. Dumbledore chuckled. "If anything comes up or she wakes and calls for me, please bring her to me right away. She has so many sleeping problems and nightmares, she really hates to be away from me," Snape rambled on in an anxious tone. Dumbledore held up his hand, silencing the younger wizard. "I understand completely Severus. This is not the first night she has spent here; she stayed with me while you were in the hospital that night she ran away and was just fine. I'm quite sure that things will be perfectly fine, you need not worry so much." Snape nodded. He glanced one last time at his angelically sleeping daughter, than bid Dumbledore goodnight and headed for his lab.

Snape gathered all the ingredients required for the potion and took inventory of how much he would need to gather tomorrow. He decided that he would take the seventh year classes out to gather things as they had been studying gathering and identifying ingredients; besides, than he would be stocked on most things for a good amount of time. He put a small flame under the cauldron and once again carefully read through the pages about the potion. It was very rare that he ever came across a potion that he had not brewed before. But then again, he had never given much thought to people truly having panic attacks and panic/anxiety disorders so the potion had most likely been overlooked. His plan was to make the potion once, than destroy it, and make it a second time. By the second time, he would know the potion for sure and would have very little room for error; he would have been more comfortable testing it on someone, but there really was no one available to take it. He would bottle the second batch and make a third and forth as well. He wanted to be sure to have plenty on hand; he never wanted to see Tirza as sick and miserable as she had been when Isabel had brought her to him that night.

Tirza rolled over in bed; she had had a nightmare and wanted to go sleep with her dad. It wasn't one of the very bad nightmares about what happened to her, just a scary dream, but she always felt better when her daddy held her and promised that he wouldn't let anything hurt her. She rolled over again, expecting her feet to land on the floor; instead she was still in the bed. She rolled again and still couldn't find the floor. It was dark in the room and she couldn't see; she was going by her memory of how her bedroom was set up. Thinking she had rolled the wrong way by accident, she rolled the opposite way, over and over; still she couldn't find the floor. This was not right! Where was she? This couldn't possibly be her bed! She hugged Molly tight, not sure what to do. Was she still in her dream? She decided that the only thing she could do was call for her dad, he always came to her and he'd know what was going on. "Daddy!" she shouted. "Daddy!" He always came to her faster than this; something must be very very wrong. "DADDY!" she screeched. She could hear footsteps and a door opening; hands clapped and a soft light filled the room. Tirza blinked, refocusing her eyes in the light and felt a hand on her shoulder. She snapped her head around to look at the owner of the hand and looked into Dumbledore's eyes. "Grandpa? What am I doing here?" she asked. "I don't suppose you remember, you were already half asleep when your father brought you here. He wanted to work on the potion for you and asked if you could stay the night here so I could keep an eye on you," he told her. "Oh," she said quietly. "Now what were you calling your father for my dear?" She sniffled and looked into his kind, twinkling blue eyes. "I had a bad dream and I was gonna go sleep with daddy, cuz than I feel safe. But I tried to roll out of bed and I couldn't get out cuz it wasn't my bed." "Yes, I can see where that would be a problem," Dumbledore commented sympathetically. "Well your bed is really big grandpa, like daddy's and mine is smaller. So I got scared and whenever I get scared at night and I yell, daddy comes and makes me feel better."

Dumbledore wrapped his arms around her protectively. "I'm sorry that you were frightened. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" She nodded. "Where's my daddy?" "He's in his laboratory." "Can I go see him? Pwease grandpa?" She looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears, her little face pleading with him. "Well we mustn't disturb him for very long. I could bring you to see him and talk to him quickly, but than you should go back to sleep, it's very late." Tirza nodded her approval of the idea. "If I bring you to see him will you be able to sleep better dear?" he asked. "Much better, I promise!" she vowed. "Than I shall gladly bring you," he assured her. He stood up with her still in his arms and she leaned against him, yawning. "See, little ones like you need sleep." Tirza giggled. "I'm not little grandpa." "Well, you're much younger and littler than I am," he pointed out. She giggled again and kissed his cheek. "You're cool grandpa and I love you." Dumbledore kissed her head. "I love you too, sunshine." It was a good five minute walk from his chambers down to the dungeons, than another few minutes to wind their way through several dark and cold hallways to the laboratory. When they reached the right room, Dumbledore knocked on the heavy wooden door.

Snape looked up from his desk where he was reading as he waited for the potion to simmer the allotted amount of minutes. Who would be knocking on his laboratory door after midnight? Dumbledore! Thinking something was wrong with Tirza, he rushed to the door, throwing it open to find Dumbledore holding a yawning Tirza. "Tirza, what are you doing up?" he asked, his tone slightly scolding. "I had a bad dream and I wanted to sleep with you, but I can't so grandpa brought me here to see you," she told him, her lower lip stuck out in a pout. "I'm sorry you had a bad dream," he told her softly. She held her arms out towards him. "Can you hold me daddy? For just a minute?" Snape took her from Dumbledore and she snuggled against him. "Did you want to talk about your dream?" She yawned and shook her head. "I just wanted to see you," she whispered. Snape and Dumbledore both sat in the few chairs that were spread around the room. Tirza continued to snuggle against Snape, not talking, her eyes closed. Snape just held her, keeping track of the time on the potion. It didn't take long for her breathing to become deeper, indicating she was succumbing to sleep. He gently brushed a curl from her forehead. "I think it's time for you to go back to bed," he told her. Tirza sighed deeply, her eyes still closed. "Do I have to?" she whispered. "Yes, I think so," Snape gently told her. She nodded, yawning. Snape kissed her forehead and hugged her close before handing her back to Dumbledore. "Sleep well baby," he whispered. "Thank you for bringing her to me," he quietly told Dumbledore. The old wizard nodded. "Good luck Severus; we shall see you at breakfast." Tirza yawned as Dumbledore tucked her into bed when they returned to his quarters. "Night grandpa," she said, giving him a hug. "Good night dear," he replied, kissing her forehead. Tirza hugged Molly close and rolled over onto her tummy, fast asleep before Dumbledore clapped his hands, making the soft light disappear from the room.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! Tirza scrunched up her face in a frown and opened her eyes. Where was that annoying beeping coming from? She rolled over and glanced at the nightstand beside the bed; an alarm that set itself every night was going off, and the red numbers told her it was four-thirty in the morning. "Oh for the love of god," she moaned. She reached over and hit the alarm, but the beeping continued. She slapped it again with the same result. "How the hell do you turn this fucking this off?" "Ah ah ah," Dumbledore said as he appeared in the doorway. Tirza's face grew red and she looked at Molly. "Hi grandpa, I didn't see you there," she said quietly. "I gathered that," he replied, walking over to the nightstand. "Thank you alarm," he said. "Your welcome," the alarm replied and became silent. Tirza shook her head. "Sometimes I think this place is crazy," she stated. "I might as well get up now; all that beeping woke me up." Dumbledore nodded. "But first, why do you use such words?" She blushed again and ducked her head. "I dunno, I just like to." "Those are such vulgar words, words that even polite adults don't use, let alone a little girl," he scolded softly. She frowned and looked up at him. "But I'm not a little girl! I've done lots of things and Miss Whittaker says I'm really smart," she protested. Dumbledore sat down beside her. "Miss Whittaker is right, you are a very bright and intelligent girl and that means that you should be able to find better words to use." She sighed and raised an eyebrow. "You mean smart people find different words?" He smiled and nodded. "Yes they do; they find words to use that will not be impolite or hurtful to others." "Hmmmm," she mused, tapping her finger on her chin. "Where do I find words that the smart people use?" "Well, you could consult Miss Whittaker, or perhaps look through a dictionary and write down some words to practice," he suggested. She nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll try. When I grow up, can I be as smart as you grandpa?" Dumbledore smiled and kissed her head. "My sunshine, you can do or be anything you want. The key to all success is studying hard and learning as much as you can and always having an open mind." "Do I have to study when my head hurts?" she wondered. Dumbledore chuckled. "Sometimes you might have too." She sighed deeply. "Are you gonna tell on me for saying those words?" "Do you think you should tell your father?" he inquired gently. "No, cuz I might get in trouble and I don't wanna get my mouth washed out again," she told him, making a horrible face. "I think you should tell him; if you are honest and tell him right away, I do not think he will be angry," Dumbledore prompted. Her eyebrow rose again. "Maybe; I'll think about it, okay?" He nodded. "Now what do you need to do before breakfast?"

Tirza dressed in a yellow t-shirt with bumblebees on it and jeans and put two glittery yellow flower clips in her hair. "I'm all ready," she announced, appearing in Dumbledore's office. "Did you brush your teeth?" he asked. She nodded. "And brush your hair?" She nodded again. "And I washed my face too!" "Good girl; we are ready to go than." She and Dumbledore exited the office as the Slytherins and Ravenclaws flooded the hallway to the Great Hall. They hadn't gotten very far when Tirza stopped. "Grandpa, I forgot to leave Molly in your office. Can I go back and put her there?" He nodded and she skipped down the hallway, drawing the attention of Marcus Flint. She didn't realize that she was being watched and stopped at the gargoyle and whispered the password. A simple hearing enhancement spell had allowed him to hear the password and he waited until she dropped her animal off and came back down to join Dumbledore. As soon as the hall was empty, he approached the gargoyle. "Lemon zinger lollypops," he stated quietly. As the stairs were revealed, Marcus hurried up them and grabbed the stuffed lion, smashing it in his book bag. After checking to make sure the coast was clear, he hurried to breakfast. "I've got the greatest idea," Marcus said as he sat among his group of followers. "Draco, you're going to want to be in on this too." Draco nodded and traded places with a boy who was ordered to switch. "You've seen the kid dragging around that stuffed animal, right?" Draco nodded; the group knew which kid Marcus was talking about. The only one Marcus was constantly trying to think of ways to get back at. "Everyone think of a spell to put on it, one that will wear off like twelve hours after activation. We'll do it at lunch and than sneak it back before the kid gets done with her stupid school." Everyone nodded in agreement and smiled knowingly at each other.

Snape didn't come to breakfast right away, so McGonagall kept her company. He finally showed up fifteen minutes late, looking tired and slightly stressed. Tirza shifted her glance to her plate, studying it in detail as her father sat beside her. "Morning Tirza. Did you get to sleep alright?" he asked. She nodded and continued to eat silently. Snape watched her for a moment; he had thought she'd be very clingy this morning and was surprised at her silence. "Tirza, are you feeling all right?" "Yeah," she said quietly. Snape shook his head and turned her chair to face him. "No you're not; that is not how my girl looks when she is fine. Now tell me what is wrong," he gently prodded. Tirza sighed. "I feel fine, but I gotta tell you something. Can we talk someplace quiet?" He nodded and filled their plates. "Let's go eat in my office, there's nearly forty minutes before the first class," he told her. She nodded and waved goodbye to Dumbledore before following Snape from the Great Hall. Severus cleared part of his desk and set their plates down and pulled a chair over for Tirza. Instead of sitting in the chair, she went straight to his side. "Daddy, I have something to tell you. And you might be mad, but I really hope not." "What is it?" he asked gently, rubbing her back. She sniffled and crawled onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around her. "I... um... I said two bad words this morning," she whispered. "And I didn't wanna tell you, cuz I didn't want to get in trouble but grandpa said I should because you'd like it better if I told you." Snape nodded. "That is true. I'm proud of you for telling me even though you were worried and that you were honest." She looked up at him, surprised. "You're not mad?" He kissed her head. "No, I'm not angry with you. You did the right thing telling me and I'm very very proud of you." She smiled brightly and hugged him tight. "You're such a good daddy; I'm so glad you're my daddy," she told him, than nearly smothered him with kisses. "And I'm glad I have such a good girl," he replied. "Just remember that you only have one word left, alright?" She nodded, still smiling as he set her down. "Go eat your breakfast now," he told her, playfully swatting her bottom. She sat down with a much improved appetite and attacked her breakfast as if there would be no tomorrow.

After Isabel dismissed her from classes, Tirza ran down to Dumbledore's office together her things from the night before, namely Molly. The office was empty and Tirza didn't think she should go into his chambers without permission. "Oh well Molly, you and I will go play." She grabbed the stuffed lion, holding it close; suddenly she could hear a strange noise. It was almost like a cat purring, but different and she couldn't quite think of what it reminded her of. As she entered the hallway, she felt something bite her arm, hard. "OUCH!" she screamed. She looked towards her arm and saw Molly, with teeth stuck in her arm, hanging there. "Oh my god!" she shrieked. She let go of Molly and the lion fell to the floor where it looked at her and roared. Had Molly really bitten her or was she going crazy? She shook her head at her silliness, the bit was real enough, but there had to be some sort of explanation for it. "Come on Molly, I gotta go get this fixed up." Her arm, sporting a very large bite, was dripping blood on the floor. She reached down to get Molly, but the lion bit at her hand, barely missing her. "Oh my god, this is crazy!" She started to walk away, deciding to get her arm checked and than find her dad and tell him to get Molly. As she walked away, the stuffed lion began to follow her. She kept one eye on Molly as she walked down the hallway, holding her arm to try and stop the bleeding. Molly started to speed up, getting closer and closer. Tirza didn't know what was going on, but she was getting scared. Molly suddenly jumped at her and caught the left leg of Tirza's jeans, which were thankfully roomy there and the teeth couldn't get her skin. "Help!" she shouted. "Somebody help!" She shook her leg, trying to get the lion to let go. She finally shook the lion off and tried to run down the hallway, still screaming.

Professor McGonagall poked her head out of her classroom, where she had been peacefully working on lesson plans, wondering where all the screaming was coming from. She saw a flash run by her, followed by something small on the ground. Looking closer, McGonagall realized that the flash was Tirza, but had no idea what the small thing was. "Tirza? Why are you screaming?" McGonagall asked rushing towards her. "Molly's gonna kill me!" the little girl screeched. "Molly?" McGonagall wondered. Than she remembered that Molly was the stuffed lion that Tirza was so attached to and glanced at the small thing running around the floor. It was indeed Molly the lion, running in a circle, roaring loudly. "Good heavens, whatever has happened to your stuffed animal?" McGonagall asked in amazement. Tirza frowned. "If I knew that I wouldn't have a huge chunk of my arm missing, nor would I be running around screaming like an idiot." McGonagall fought the urge to laugh; if she hadn't seen it herself that it was Tirza talking, she would have sworn it was Severus! If only Tirza knew how much like her father she was! McGonagall took her wand and aimed it at the stuffed animal. "Mandatum capistrum." (Okay, so I thumbed through the latin-english dictionary from the library and just randomly picked two words, so don't kill me if you're fluent in Latin and it doesn't make sense, LOL!) Molly was immediately silenced and fell over, returning to her normal state of cuddly cuteness. "Now what is this about your arm?" Tirza frowned. "I want my daddy to look at it." McGonagall shook her head. "We're much closer to the hospital wing than to your father, so I need to look at it now dear." Tirza eyed the older woman suspiciously. Minerva knelt down in front of Tirza and brushed a curl from her hair. "I'm not going to hurt you honey, but I need to look, alright?" Tirza nodded and reluctantly held her arm out for inspection. Minerva said a spell that got rid of the blood and gently looked at the bite; it was very clearly a bite. Teeth marks were evident, but the wound was superficial. "I don't think you'll need any stitches, but let's go check with Poppy, alright?" Tirza nodded and McGonagall picked up Molly and led the way to the infirmary.

"Daddy, go do something to them! They tried to kill me!" Tirza shouted, stomping her foot. Snape had performed a series of tests on Molly (who survived them just fine) and concluded that there was some definite foul play; he was unable to determine who had cast the spell. He rolled his eyes as he continued to bottle the ingredients that had been gathered earlier. "I understand that you are upset and I am as well, but we cannot prove that Flint and Malfoy are to blame and I really doubt that they would attempt to kill you in the first place." Tirza growled. "You're not listening!" Snape crossed the room and sat beside Tirza. "I will look into this, I give you my word. But without evidence, I cannot punish them, for it just might happen that they are innocent. I highly doubt that they are, but as their teacher and head of house, I have to look for reasonable evidence before making any decisions." Tirza stomped her foot again. "Fine, I'm gonna go play with Jinn Jinn." She turned and stomped from the room and down the hallway. Snape shook his head; he suspected them as well, but there was not much he could do. A thought suddenly struck him and he ran into the hallway. "Tirza!" She wasn't too far ahead and she turned to look at him. "What?" "Don't you even think about getting some sort of revenge on them young lady!" She scowled and he could tell that he had been thinking on the right lines. "I am very serious young lady! If you enjoy sitting comfortably, you'll leave them be, understand?" Tirza shook her head and continued down the hallway. She understood perfectly: don't get caught!

Both Tirza and Snape were busy that evening. Snape working again on Tirza's potion and Tirza with her own little plans. She wanted to look through the dictionary and find different words to use instead of swearing, like grandpa had suggested, and she needed to find a way to get back at Marcus and Draco. This was no long a 'you bug me I bug you back' situation; this was war: nobody messed with Molly and got away with it! It was arraigned for Tirza to again stay the night with Dumbledore, and Snape had promised her it would be the last night. After checking out several books on spells and a large dictionary, she headed to Dumbledore's quarters and began to work. It would have been easier to ask Hermione for help, but just in case she got caught, she didn't want Hermione in trouble. "What are you working on my dear?" Dumbledore asked. "Looking up words, like you told me this morning," she replied without looking up. "Good girl," he praised her. She closed the large dictionary and pushed it out of the way. "I'm all done, too. Wanna hear them?" Dumbledore nodded. "Tribble, Denebian slime devil, Alpha Ceti IV instead of h-e-double hockey sticks, sons of the pharaohs. I would use Vulcan, just cuz it sounds cool, but if I called Draco a Vulcan, I'd be insulting Spock and the entire race of Vulcans and that would be bad." "Of course," Dumbledore agreed, though he hadn't the slightest idea what she was talking about. "Oh, I can call him a Cossack! I think Chekov called somebody that once," she mused, scribbling it on her page. "I would be sure and run those things past your father," Dumbledore advised. Tirza nodded. "I'll have to watch all the Star Trek episodes to see if I can come up with anything else," she decided. The large grandfather clock in Dumbledore's sitting room struck nine o'clock. "It's time for you to get ready for bed sunshine." Tirza sighed. "Oh, wait a minute! I just thought of another one!" She grabbed her pen and wrote it down quickly. "And what did you come up with this time?" Dumbledore questioned, almost afraid to ask. "Regulan bloodworm. That's a fun one," she stated, sounding very proud of herself. As she bounded into the bedroom to get ready, Dumbledore shook his head. Poor Severus certainly had his hands full!

As soon as she was ready for bed, Tirza bounced back into the sitting room. "I'm already grandpa. Will you tell me a story?" she asked as they headed for the bedroom. "Of course, what kind of story would you like," Dumbledore replied. Tirza climbed into the bed and grabbed the now safe Molly and snuggled under the covers. "I wanna hear a story about when my daddy was in school. Did he ever do stuff that was cool or break rules? He always asks so... so... totally not a prankster when I do stuff." Dumbledore chuckled. "I do not know if your father would appreciate me telling you a story of his school days." "Please? I promise I'll go right to sleep after," she attempted to bargain. "Alright," he relented. "Now let me think about a story where your father broke the rules, but one that won't give you any ideas for mischief." "But I wanna get ideas! They're always good to have around," she protested. He chuckled and leaned back in the chair in thought. "Well, you have to understand that your father was not particularly popular when he was in school. He was shy and kept mostly to himself and outdid the other students in the hardest subjects; Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was rather close with Lucius Malfoy." "Draco Malfoy's dad? Oh, he's nasty looking, like a girl," she interrupted. Dumbledore fought the urge to laugh, as he secretly agreed with her assessment of Lucius. "You're father was in Slytherin, and by rule, Slytherins hated all the other houses, especially Gryffindor. The most popular Gryffindors were Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Harry's father, James Potter. They were very close and called themselves The Marauders and gave each other nicknames." "What kinda nicknames?" Tirza asked. Dumbledore thought for a moment. "James was Prongs, Peter was Wormtail, Remus was Moody, and Sirius was Padfoot. They were very famous for pulling all sorts of pranks and jokes, much like the Weasley twins; at times I am hard pressed to decide which group is the worst of the two. They nearly always played there jokes on Slytherins, particularly your father and Lucius." "No wonder daddy doesn't like jokes," Tirza mused.

"The rivalry between the Marauders and your father was very strong. As I said, your father put them to shame in some of the classes and was an excellent quidditch player." "Daddy played quidditch?" Tirza piped up. Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Yes, your father was an excellent seeker, the same position that Harry plays. The Marauders were also on the quidditch team and Harry's father was the seeker. They were determined to get the best of your father and would not rest until they did. They attempted to sabotage his potions and steal his homework and unsuccessfully tried to blame him for several of their pranks. The problem was that your father didn't do anything. He knew they were doing those things, but he refused to associate himself with them, even long enough to yell at them." "Did they make daddy really really super explosive mad?" Tirza wondered. "Yes they did; he kept his anger to himself for a long time until one prank broke the straw on the camel's back." "Wait a minute; are you saying you guys had camels here? Can we get some more?" Tirza begged excitedly. "No dear, that was an expression; we have never had camels here at Hogwarts." "That's too bad," she said with a sigh. "Camels are way cool." He smiled and continued. "The games for the quidditch cup were very close, with Slytherin and Gryffindor tied in first place. It was the final game and whichever house won would win the cup. One of the Marauders, I never did find out which one, decided that he didn't want your father to win because he was such a sour boy and no fun at all. That boy put a spell on your father's broom, so that when he flew to a certain height, it would push his broom way down; that kind of spell is a disaster for a seeker." "Did daddy get hurt?" Tirza pestered. "Now just hold on dear. The spell of course became evident after the game started and your father had a very hard time flying and had to concentrate so much on keeping his broom in the air, that the Gryffindor seeker easily caught the snitch, winning the game and the cup. Your father was furious and had finally had enough. He didn't know which one had cast the spell on his broom, but he knew that all the Marauders had to have been involved. When all the players came back down to the ground, your father ran over to James Potter and punched him square on the nose." Tirza giggled and clapped her hands. "Of course, you could not fight one Marauder without fighting them all, which meant there were four boys against your father. He put up a very good fight, but in the end, the odds were too much and he got pretty badly banged up. Nothing serious, but many bruises and small cuts. Now your father felt he had a vendetta against the Marauders for beating him in the fist fight; one week to the day of the fight, his plan of revenge was ready. I still do not know how he did it, but your father spilled something into the Marauder's pitcher of pumpkin juice and..." "Turned them into frogs?" Dumbledore shook his head. "No, it was much worse. He had brewed a potion that turned the four Marauders into girls for two whole days." Tirza laughed hysterically, clapping her hands in delight. "They turned into girls? With, like, everything?" Dumbledore nodded, a small smile at the memory of how they looked on his face. "Did he get into trouble?" "No one could ever prove that it was him who slipped the potion in the juice. He did, however, get fifty house points taken away and a week of detention for starting the fight on the quidditch field," he told her. She smiled. "That was a good story grandpa!" "And now it's time for you to sleep dear." Tirza sighed, but gave him a hug and kiss. Dumbledore hugged her close and kissed her head. "I'll be out here if you need me; sleep well," he told her. "Night grandpa." "Good night Tirza," he replied as he turned off the light.

A/N: Okay, I used part of your idea SugarPrincess! I thought it would make a great way for Snape to get back at the Marauders, so thank you SugarPrincess for the suggestion! And Alrick, you took the words right outta my mouth about Grandpa telling a story! I had been thinking the same thing, but never thought of the quidditch angle until you suggested it. I wonder if he was a really good player or not? Well now Tirza is plotting another scheme of revenge? What will she plan? Will it be successful? And how will her new words in place of swearing go over with Snape? And by the way, all of them were from Star Trek (original series) except for sons of the pharaohs, which came from The Mummy (not the original, the Brendan Fraser one); just in case anyone wanted to know! I was allowed to type this chapter myself and I'll admit, I'm starting to regret it! I've spent a little over two hours in this stupid chair and now I'm going to have to take some pain pills cuz my side is killing me. I can hear Aaron now "See, I told you to stay in bed. Do you ever listen to me? No, you're too stubborn!" My stubbornness is one thing I share with our adorable Tirza! And now for quick notes to reviewers so I can go and take my meds before he gets home and scolds me, LOL! Oh, and any ideas concerning Tirza's revenge are always appreciated!

MissLKidd: Here's a long chapter for you! I hope you enjoy it!

Luinthoron: I try to update as often as I can, but since the number of chapters is getting so high, I'm trying to make the chapters a little longer to take up less room. I can't believe how long this has gotten!

Kenomee: Glad you didn't get a really bad blizzard! Those are never fun! Tirza is having a hard time with swearing; perhaps some of these interesting words and phrases from TV will help her out! It is a good thing she doesn't smoke, but don't think she won't try it! No promises when, be eventually here, she will try a cigarette and Snape will really flip out! Perhaps when she is in New York, she and AJ will sneak off...

HarrietPotter: Excellent idea about riding a magical animal! I will definitely have to use that here soon... Snape certainly would hate her associating with all those magical creatures of Hagrid's! I am glad you keep on reading and enjoying!

Alrick: Yes, poor Severus is right; he certainly does go through a lot with her! And just to clear up my message to you in the last chapter, I mean to say no abuse (sexual or physical) from Ariel, but bad decisions that will reflect rather badly on Ariel and need some fixing by Snape. There will be stories of Ariel at school eventually, though perhaps Tirza will pester Snape to tell her those. Interesting idea of a spell that would make the taste of soap in the person's mouth... I never even thought of that, LOL! Perhaps Snape will discover that if and when he needs to clean her mouth again!

Potter-Snape: I hope your idea turned out good! Can you imagine a stuffed animal running around, growling and biting at people? LOL!

CraJure: Thanks for letting me borrow your idea! I didn't think you'd mind, but I wanted to ask!

AlexGray: Thanks for giving me the links to those groups; I'll have to check them out sometime soon! Once I get back to work, I don't know if I'll have time to play in the groups and work on the story and get stuff done at work. But we'll have to see!

LostSoul: Yes, you four do write a lot, and I love it! I don't think I'll be using Potter-Snape's idea of another bad incident in the forest just yet; perhaps I will save that for later. I do like the idea of Snape testing the potion on himself... that could be a lot of fun! I bet they'd love to have you join those groups that AlexGray provided the links to; you should go check them out! I will definitely use your idea of Snape testing the potions, so look for that in the next chapter!

Hope you all enjoy the long chapter! Hugs, Kerry