A/N: And here is the third part of my crappy story!!! I have now read OOTP and I have to change a few things. Nothing important, but still.

DISCLAIMER: I did this once already. No, twice now. Whatever, just read.

LAST CHAPTER:

"Can I change the password?" René asked.

"Yes. Just give the Dragon the old password and request to change it," Severus turned and walked away.

"Chocolate Milk. Can I change the password?" Rene asked the Dragon.

"What would you like the new password to be?" the Dragon asked.

"Linkin Park rocks," René said.

"Password changed," the Dragon said, then slide aside. René walking into the room. She dropped all of the bags and flopped down on the bed. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. Kokanee slept on her stomach again.

*~*~*~*~*

René yawned and stretched our on her bed. It had been five days since she arrived at Hogwarts and Molson hasn't returned. She was getting quite worried. René rolled out of bed and staggered into her bathroom. She turned on the bathtub and added some scent-less bubbles. She tiredly slipped out of the shirt and shorts she wore as pajamas and slide into the warm water with a sigh. René heard a honk from outside of the bathroom, so she lazily picked up her wand and opened the door. Kokanee waddled in and the door shut behind her. The Canadian Goose flew up and splashed happily into the tub. The witch and her familiar happily bathed.

René stepped out of the tub and magicked herself dry. She put on a dark green robe with gold stitching. She grabbed a gold chain with a golden sun charm on it. She added gold earrings, gold nail polish and green eye shadow. She stuck a ton of moose in her hair. Otherwise she would look like an older version of Hermione Granger. She then pulled her hair back in a low, messy ponytail with some strands of hair floating around loose. She snapped her fingers and Kokanee hopped out of the tub and it began to drain. Kokanee looked at her mistress in a way that clearly meant that she wanted to be dried off.

"You are so spoiled," René grumbled, then pointed her wand at Kokanee, "séchez mon oie!"

"Honk!" Kokanee said happily, now completely dry.

"Come. Let's go get some breakfast," René said and walked out of her rooms to the Staff Room.

"Good morning René" Albus said.

"You too, Albus," René smiled.

"I am guessing that he is yours?" Albus pointed to another Canadian Goose.

"Molson!" René cried out and ran over to her goose, "Where have you been?" Molson honked apologetically. René untied the note from around his led.

'Dear René. I hope you get that job. Please com and visit us ASAP. Love, Mom and Dad.'

"Short," René said looking confused.

"Your mother usually writes feet?" Severus had walked into the Staff Room.

"Yeah. Wait, this is Times New Roman. Dad must have sent me this," René said.

"Times New what?" Severus asked.

"Times New Roman. It's a typing font. My mom uses Arial and I use Tempus Sans ITC," René said.

"Okay then," was Severus' reply.

"I'll show you when I get my Lap Top back," René sighed, exasperated by Severus' lack of knowledge. She sat down and began to have her breakfast.

"So, what are you two doing today?" Albus asked Severus and René.

"Replenishing my stock of Powdered Dragon's Blood," Severus replied.

"Visiting my parents and getting all of my crap," René announce. The three chatted about meaningless things, well, René and Albus talked about chocolate and Severus rolled his eyes and ate his food with out any articulate comment. They finished and René stood up.

"Are you coming?" She asked her two geese. Molson shook his head and Kokanee flew up and landed on Severus' head, "Okay, see you all later!" René grabbed some Floo powder from a pocket and threw it on a near by fire. The flames turned green and René stepped in them.

"NOT WORTHY OF A NAME COTTAGE!!" René yelled and she disappeared. She stepped out of the fireplace and into the arms of her mother.

"Oh René! You're okay!! You're back!!" Ellen Remfair squeezed tighter.

"Mom! I won't be okay if you don't let go!" René gasped. Ellen let go of her eldest child.

"So. Did you get the job?" Ellen asked.

"Yes," René grinned.

"What is it?" Ellen asked excitedly.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts," René grinned.

"I knew you would go for that job! You love the Dark Arts!" Ellen smiled.

"When in Rome, do as Roman's do," René shrugged.

"I take it you want your Lap Top and CD player," Ellen said.

"Along with other shit," René said.

"Oh, and by the way. What is that you are wearing?" Ellen asked.

"Robes. English Wizards wear robes! And they use owls instead of geese!" René said.

"I heard that they did, but I never believed it!" Ellen said, amazed.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" René said.

"Very. Rory is at work, he'll be home in an hour or so," Ellen said. (A/N: I have just realized her initials are ER)

"I'll stay until Dad gets back then," René said.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Ellen asked.

"Nah. I just had breakfast," René replied.

"Oh yeah, time difference," Ellen said.

"If you need me, I'll be in my room," René said, the walked downstairs into her room. Out of habit, she turned on her CD player and, within seconds, the room was filled with the sound of Linkin Park, Meteora. René flipped open her Lap Top and checked her mail.

*~*~*~*~*

Severus pushed open the door to the Apothecary. A faint noise was heard in the back of the shop, alerting the owners that there was a costumer. He stepped in and closed the door behind him gently. He silently walked over to the Powdered Dragon's Blood. He took out his wand and stirred the powder gently, the peered down to see how fine to powder was. Satisfied, Severus straightened up and turned around and faced an employee looking about eighteen.

"May I help you, sir?" The blonde employee asked with a faint French accent.

"I would like fifty pounds of Powdered Dragon's Blood," Severus said curtly.

"S-s-ir?" The French boy asked.

"You heard me. Fifty pounds of Powdered Dragon's Blood," Severus was beginning to get annoyed.

"F-f-f-ift-y-y?!?" he said, his voice squeaking at the end of the word.

"Yes, I do believe so, unless there is an echo in this store. A very bad echo," Severus' voice was quiet and, as all his students knew, that was a bad thing.

"No sir, there is no echo, sir," the French employee said quickly, but was then stupid enough to add, "But fifty pounds? Are you -"

"Sure? Yes I am sure. I am as sure about getting fifty pounds of Powdered Dragon's Blood as I am sure that you are a fool," Severus snarled, "Don't question me, boy, just do what I ask!"

"Y-y-yes s-s-sir," The boy had developed his stutter again.

"And lose that damn stutter," Severus glared.

"Y-yes sir," the boy said, then shakily raised his wand and said the spell to package fifty pounds of Powdered Dragon's Blood.

"Put it on the Hogwarts' bill and send it there, fast!" Severus turned to walk away.

"You can't do that!" the boy cried out. Then seeing the look on Severus' face he added, "Sir."

"I can, and I did," Severus reached out pull the door open.

"You can't sir!" The boy said.

"Fine. Let me see the manager," Severus snarled.

"Mr. Vattlesbottem! There is this man who wants to see you!" The boy called out.

"All right, Guy, I'm coming!" A voice called from the back of the shop. A small, round man with grey, balding hair appeared in the shop. He was wearing a bright, many coloured robe and a big, cheerful smile. If possible, the smile got bigger when he saw Severus.

"Severus! How are you doing today?" Mr. Vattlesbottem exclaimed happily.

"Fine," Severus did not look fine. He loathed Vattlesbottem. Unfortunately, he was the best Apothecary around.

"I'm so happy you want to see me Severus! We got a new shipment of Powdered Dragon's Blood. It just came in today! Come and see!" Vattlesbottem grabbed Severus' arm and dragged him to the Powdered Dragon's Blood barrel. Unfortunately for Severus, Vattlesbottem probably only was as high as a little bit past his knee. Caught by surprise, he had to bend over.

"I know. That is my problem," Severus yanked his arm away then crossed them, "Your idiot employee questioned my need for fifty pounds then wouldn't let me put it on the Hogwarts' bill."

"Guy! This here is Professor Severus Snape! Potion's Master at Hogwarts! You are to treat him with respect at all times!" Vattlesbottem said.

"Yes sir," Guy the employee said.

"Yes well, I really have to be on my -" Severus started.

"No, no! I must show you something, Severus!" Vattlesbottem dragged him off to the back of his shop.

"I really have-" Severus started again.

"No! You must see this, and this, and."

*~*~*~*~*

"I have to go, Vattlesbottem. Urgent business," Severus said, walking towards the door.

"Ah yes. Off to see your lady friend, eh?" Vattlesbottem nudged Severus' leg (he couldn't reach any higher, thank God) slyly.

"What?" Severus stared at Vattlesbottem.

"You know, the five foot five, long, brown, curly haired witch?" Vattlesbottem said. Severus blinked. The only person he knew that fit that description was-

"René?!?" Severus said surprised. (A/N: Alliteration!! Heeheehee. I can make it longer: Severus Snape said strangely surprised!)

"So that's her name!" Vattlesbottem said.

"René!?!" Severus said louder.

"Yeah, that's what you said," Vattlesbottem said, slightly disturbed.

"Oh God! Why the hell do you think she's my, er, 'lady friend'?" Severus asked.

"It was in the newspaper."

"Oh. My. Lord. Can I have a copy of that edition?" Severus asked.

"You want to frame it or something?" Vattlesbottem said. Severus looked at him oddly, "What? I do that?"

"More information than completely necessary," Severus muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Vattlesbottem asked.

"No, I do not want to frame it. I want to use it to hit René over the head a few hundred times," Severus said.

"Why? She sold that to the Daily Prophet?" Vattlesbottem asked.

"No idea. It sounds like something she would do, though," Severus pondered, "just give me the paper."

"All right, all right," Vattlesbottem Aparated somewhere then arrived back in a few seconds, "Here you go."

Severus glanced at the page and knew at once René didn't send this in.

"René didn't send this in," Severus said.

"How do you know?" Vattlesbottem asked.

"Because she wouldn't have had time to hire a photographer. The day of the picture was the day that I met René. Dumbledore forced me to go shopping with her. Stupid Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers get whatever they want," Severus explained.

"She wanted to go shopping with you?" Vattlesbottem asked.

"No. She wanted a slave," Severus said.

"What?" Vattlesbottem asked.

"You don't know her. Don't ask," Severus turned and left the Apothecary.

"Bring her over here some time!" Vattlesbottem's voice called out from behind the door.

"Now let's see. René lives at, er, Not Worthy of a Name Cottage. Weird name," Severus muttered to himself. He got in line at a fireplace and impatiently tapped his foot. When it was finally his turn, he grabbed some Floo Powder and violently threw it into the fireplace.

"NOT WORTHY OF A NAME COTTAGE!" Severus yelled. He landed in the same fireplace that René had approximately one hour before.

"Hello. You must be here to see René," Ellen walked out of the kitchen, "You're wearing those creepy robe things."

"They are not creepy!" Severus exclaimed indigently, "Well, maybe a little."

"I'm Ellen Remfair, Saskatchewan's top Prophetess," Severus snorted. Divinations and shit. Very comical, "Well, the /only/ Prophetess," Ellen held out her hand. Severus reached his own hand out. Ellen grabbed it and held his hand in a vice-grip, palm up. She began to study his hand intently.

"Can I have my hand back?" Severus asked.

"Your name is Severus Snape. You teach Potions at Hogwarts and are a Potion's Master. I see darkness on one side of you and light on the other. Hm, there is more light than dark. Let's see. You are a member of a group of people trying to stop You-Know-Who, and yet a Death Eater," Severus began struggling to get away at those words. René didn't know any of this, so how does this Ellen Remfair person know? "Ah yes. You are a spy for the good guys. Yes, you play a key part in the war, perhaps the most important part. Yes, more important than Harry Potter. Don't look so shocked. QUIT STRUGGLING! Thank you. I also see that you will mar-"

"That is enough, mother. I am sure Severus doesn't want to know who he is going to marry," René stood at the top of the stairs. Severus shot her a grateful look.

"I don't see why not. You brother always wanted to know," Ellen said.

"That's Ryan, not Severus," René said.

"René is right. I do not want to know who I am going to marry," Severus said.

"Fine. You'll go out with my eldest daughter, though," Ellen said.

"And she is?" Severus asked.

"Me," René said.

"This is so happy!" Ellen chirped and hopped off (literally) to the kitchen.

"How much did you hear," Severus asked, choosing to ignore their upcoming relationship.

"I first thing I heard was that you played a key part in the war," René said.

"Good. Nobody should know anything else," Severus said.

"But I do!" Ellen chirped.

"Then you can't tell anyone. In fact, I think it would be smart to keep you from saying that. Period," Severus said.

"But I want to join to good guys!" Ellen said.

"Fine. Talk to Albus," Severus said.

"Albus who?" Ellen asked.

"Albus Dumbledore," Severus said, with a firm tone of 'this discussion is over.'

"You mean the Headmaster of Hogwarts," Ellen continued on. René bit her bottom lip.

"Yes. Severus, what brings you here?" René said quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Later," Severus said, looking at her to say, 'somewhere your mother isn't.'

"Okay. Come on and I'll show you some shit," René said, then turned and walk downstairs. Severus followed her, "This is my room."

Severus looked around. Ironically, the walls were painted green and silver. Not that you could see the walls that well. Every little space was covered with various posters of people. Severus later learned that they were members of bands that she liked. Even the ceiling was covered. On the floor, there were various books lying around. He bent down and picked one up. Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code.

"The third in a series. The first is probably around here somewhere. If you see a paperback gold, sparkly book, that's it," René said. She turned her CD Player on again and Severus jumped.

"What is that?" Severus asked.

"A CD Player. The music is Linkin Park," René explained.

"I see," Severus lied.

"So. Why did you come here?" René asked.

"This is why," Severus threw the newspaper at her. She unfolded it and began to read.

*~*~*~*~*

A/N: Well, this chapter and the next one was originally one chapter, but it became too long. Well, I am lazy and originally, Severus spent two sentences in the Apothecary's. Now he spent, what, like four pages. Hehe. And the Ellen's Seeing thing was shorter and René originally didn't interrupt it. Well, I am blathering. I won't have a computer for two days, so I don't know when I will update next. Have to go to my cottage ^^

*Winks, turns around and runs into a wall*

Mage Kitty ^^