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A/N: I was so proud of myself for finally finishing that last chapter…now your reviews have convinced me to write onward! Muahaha. Ow…headache…*is still trying to write*
Chapter Fifteen: At the LibrarySeverus led the way to the library. "You begin looking through the potions section, over there," Snape pointed to a few shelves in the library. "I'll be in the Restricted Section. Tell me if you find anything, and I'll help you after I'm finished with the Restricted Section."
"Wouldn't this be a lot easier with Harry here to help? And I'm sure he'd be happy to help, to have something to do," Aeria pointed out, heading towards the massive shelves full of old, stained books, and some others just dusty for lack of use.
"Absolutely not. He has had a very trying day, and he should not be overworking himself," Snape said immediately, "he's still recovering."
"All right then," Aeria sighed. "So…" she said, trying to think of a topic of conversation, not wanting to think about what could happen to the two girls asleep on the couches. "Erm, do you think Hogwarts will have the recipe on hand?" she ended up asking.
"It's a definite possibility. I haven't yet found one Hogwarts doesn't have. It's just a pain in the arse to find a specific one. Especially one as rare as this, since all of the Carniabore were supposed to be eradicated in 1903."
"Well, apparently they weren't. You sure know your Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Dark Arts more like it. My father was an obsessor, my mother supported him as to not become one of his experiments," Severus answered.
"Oh. My grandfather was so into the Dark Arts that it ended up killing him. My mother died at the hands of Death Eaters. Tode Essen, they were in Germany. That's where Voldemort," she said the name pronouncing the 'v' as an 'f' as typical Germans did, "began his ascent to power. Anyhow, My dad moved us to the U.S. when I was still a baby. It convinced me to be…oh…what do you call them here? Aurora…no…"
"Auror?" Snape offered.
"Yeah, I think that's the
equivalent. Any road, I met Professor
Dumbledore at an International Convention over the summer, and he offered me
the Defence Against the Dark
Arts position here, and I took the opportunity because I always heard tales
about the great Hogwarts and such, and when I was little, I always hoped that maybe my dad would move
to Britain, and I could be transferred.
It was a silly dream though."
"Yes, why did you go back to Germany?"
"Family, mostly." Aeria didn't realise that she was staring straight at a book for the last few minutes she was talking. She grabbed it and opened it up, hoping to find the antidote, when the word "Carniabore" caught her eye. She quickly and shakily flipped through the pages and called, "Severus, I think I found something! I just…saw the word Carniabore. There's something in this book."
"There!" Severus said once she had found the correct page. Aeria jumped, she didn't realise that he had moved to directly behind her so quickly. He took the book from her.
Severus read the page over and began to swear.
"What?" Aeria demanded, taking the book back from him. She read the page.
The Carniabore is a hybrid of the Arboreus Depasco. They are often confused, especially since the Carniabores were said to be eradicated in 1903. The easiest way to tell them apart, other than the fact that the Carniabore lacks the animal, is the colour of the bark. The Arboreus Depasco is a light brown colour, while the Carniabore has a slightly yellowier colour. Do not get them confused when administering the antidotes, because one may act as a catalyst for the other's poison. It may speed up the poisoning anywhere from two to ten times.
"And then it just gives the potion for the antidote of Arboreus Depasco," Severus said. "I'll come out and help you with the potions section."
"Okay. What about you, residence-wise? Have you always been in Britain, at Hogwarts."
"Eh, just about, I visited my father in America some, but other than that." Severus answered.
"Oh. I see," Aeria answered, looking through the shelves until she found a book that looked helpful entitled Potions You Won't Be Needing—Cures to Everything Said to be Eradicated. She opened it up and looked through the table of contents, finding nothing concerning the Carniabore. She then checked the copyright date and realised that it was published in 1853. "Argh! Isn't there some sort of charm that would make this a lot easier?"
"There might be," Severus said casually, taking out a book, "but that would be Filius Flitwick's department, and I do not believe he is here. Not that it'd be easy to notice him."
"What do you mean by that?" Aeria asked, looking at the professor who was flipping through a book.
"Professor Flitwick comes up to about my knees, if even that."
"Ach," Professor Feenland answered with a nod and a slight smile.
"A charm though! A charm! That would help. Tell me, Aeria, how's your wandwork?" Severus answered.
"Rather good, I guess, why? What do you mean, Severus?" Aeria demanded confusedly.
"An essay that I did in my Third Year. I'm sure this library still has the book. I can't believe I didn't think of it before! It may not cure them, but it will give us longer, we can at least get the catalyst out of their system, if nothing else. There's a charm, I don't remember the name of it, but I remember the book, Charms and Potions, Opposites and Compliments, and it shouldn't have moved too far from where it was before."
"More time would be very helpful," Aeria said, following Severus as he moved to another section of the massive library.
"Found it," he said after only a few moments. Severus flipped through the book, looking for a drawing that he had to try to copy from the book several times, though he ended up having to look up a tracing charm to get it done after wasting twelve pieces of parchment. "Aha. Read this," he said, shoving the open book in her face.
"It looks difficult, but I think I can do it," Aeria said after scanning the page. I'll have to study it a bit before attempting it. Give me ten minutes, and continue looking for the real antidote." Aeria sighed and took the book to one of the tables.
"Okay," she said to herself, "let's see. We'll need an object with which to absorb the toxins. Hmm. What could we use?"
"A blanket works well. You'll have to burn it afterwards, but it works well enough," Severus called to her.
"Thanks," Aeria said angrily. "Well," she thought to herself, "I am talking to myself aloud, even if it is to myself." She returned to talking to herself aloud, saying, "place the object on the poisoned victim and hold your wand over them. While concentrating on the toxin to be removed and moving it to the object, say the incantation Expurgio Venificus," she said, again pronouncing the 'v' as an 'f'.
"You might want to pronounce the 'v' correctly, or it may not work, or should I just write it in as a 'w' for you?" Severus called across from the shelves.
"Yes, I'll remember that. I'll try to remember that with my speaking more often," Aeria said. "Are you ready?"
"Only if you are. Let me go put Harry to bed, you go to the girls."
"Sounds like a plan," Aeria said, leaving.
Severus followed her most of the way, but made a turn when he came upon the hallway to his room. Harry was, as Severus suspected, not lying down as he was told, but sitting up writing something at Severus's desk. "I told you to lay down," Severus said icily.
"Yes, sir. I was just trying to work on some of my homework until you were done…doing whatever you were doing," Harry explained quickly. "I didn't touch any of your stuff, it's just a lot easier to write on a desk, and there was nothing out, so I figured that it would be okay."
"Other than the fact that you were disobeying my direct order?" Snape asked threateningly.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'll try not to do it again," Harry said, closing his stuff and laying it next to his bed.
"Don't. Bed, now!" Severus said. "I'll be back later, but you better be asleep by then."
"Yes, sir," Harry answered.
"Good night," Severus said, making sure that the boy was lying down, this time in the cot, before leaving.
He went down the familiar passageway to the Slytherin Common Room. Once he got inside, he saw Aeria talking to her daughter.
"Hang in there baby. The book says it'll hurt, and I'm sorry, but you've got to get better, okay? Will you do that for me?"
"Ready?" Severus asked, once he was right behind her. She jumped, wiped a tear from her face and nodded. "Let's do it"
He he he, finished another chapter! No one knew that writing could help cure headaches…or maybe that was the Motrin. Oh, well, here ye go. Oh, and the charm is a different version of something I've read before called "Yet Another Snape Meets the Dursley's Story" by Rabbit and it was extravagantly good, and got me into these types of stories!
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