A/N:

FYI: I have another fic up called, "The Truth About Remus", which is complete. If you love Lupin stories and you are into adventure and wondering what I think the Marauders were up to their sixth year, please take a look. As I have stressed: I love reviews!!! It makes me write faster…::hint, hint::.

Nicole: (on your review for OotP II) Treasure Snape, Arthur Potter, Remus Snape and Amelia Longbottom are characters by Idamae. Granger's personality and the way Granger came to be is Idamae's work. Anistasia and Christina Riddle; Phoenix Flint and Brian Kei are my characters (plus some of the players on the Slytherin Quidditch Teams). "Free to Fly Tonight: A Treasure Reborn" is a sequel to Idamae's "The Fortress Within". I talked to Ida and we both agree that if you give both of us credit for the characters we created, it will be fine. ((A link to "The Fortress Within" can be found in my profile.)) 

(On review for FtFT: ATR) I am fifteen years old. Thank you for telling me I write good, but the correct English is, "You write so well". LOL, sorry. I am very into correcting people. Excuse my obsessive compulsion disorder. Congrats on your poem, but since you put it into a review, I can't take it down. As far as calling me by name, you may call me M.A., Ani, Jo Rowling Jr., Stacey (I make it short for Anistasia: Ani is my personal character). As long as it isn't "fuck off", "bitch", "whore", "slut" or any negative or insulting name, I don't care. LOL. Make up a name for me. You are certainly welcome.

Oh, and to keep my replies short, do you think you could e-mail me? I love how into my stories you are but I think talking would be faster and easier through e-mail.

BTW: I didn't get to reply last time because my account on ff.net got taken down for a story I wrote (you know…Pure Smut?) and I had to catch up with this.

Chapter Thirteen

"Oh yeah, and nice shot with that Bludger, Treasure."

Chris turned back to Ani's sarcastic voice, "She said she was sorry, okay?"

"I am sure you are sorry, too, for elbowing me in my injured ribs. You Slytherins will do anything in their power to win – even if it means to hurt your best friend and sister."

Chris, Treasure, Ani and Phoenix were sitting in the seventh year Slytherin girl's dormitories, discussing what had happened at the Quidditch game earlier.

"Anistasia is right – you guys played really cheap today," Phoenix told Chris and Treasure, "I am not at all proud of this win."

"You can't take her side," Treasure exclaimed, "I am your girlfriend!"

"I can take anybody's bloody side I want to! You might be my girlfriend, but you are not my damn boss!"

Treasure lie back on her bed and Chris sat at the end of it. Anistasia took a seat beside Phoenix on Chris' bed. Their group was now split in half and neither side looked as though they were about to let up.

"Yeah, well, we can change that," Treasure informed Phoenix.

"What are you saying," he asked.

"You seem to like Anistasia so much, why don't you just marry her? The hell with me – I was just your lame ass excuse to get laid!"

"Maybe it's the other way around! Maybe I was your excuse to get laid so you could get back at your slimy-haired git of a father!"

Angry tears burned Treasure's eyes. She stood, walked over to Phoenix and black handed him across the face.

"No one insults my father," she cried, raising her hand to hit him again.

Anistasia jumped up and grabbed Treasure's hand. Before she could think, Anistasia twisted her wrist and pushed her to the ground.

"What do you think you are doing," Chris yelled as she tackled Anistasia, causing her to land on her side and putting loads of pressure on her already-injured ribs, "That is my best friend you just hurt, bitch!"

Ani and Chris fought on the ground, yelling, punching and pulling at each other's hair as Phoenix walked over to Treasure, who was on her knees massaging her broken and swelling wrist with tears streaming down her face.

"As of now, this relationship is officially over," Phoenix spat and then walked to the door to leave the room.

"This 'relationship' never existed in the first place," Treasure yelled.

Her only reply was the door slamming behind him.

Knock, knock, knock.

Severus stood and walked to the door of his dungeon hide out. He opened it and a great knife stabbed his heart as he saw Treasure standing on the other side, her cheeks stained with tears (and new ones forming) and her left hand grasping her limp right wrist.

"Treasure…"

The way her addressed her was neither a question nor a statement; it wasn't a whimper or a cry – it was a mix of those four things. It was the way a concerned, worried and loving father would speak to his daughter. Without thinking, he stepped forward and embraced his daughter. It was a relief to know that this girl that had sought him out for comfort was his Treasure.

"Daddy," she cried and allowed herself to fall into his embrace.

Severus picked her up and carried her to the couch. He sat her in his lap like he did when she was a younger girl after she had fallen and skinned her knee or when she was sick with the flu. Treasure leaned against him, crying with an endless stream of tears. Severus knew she was not crying over a skinned knee this time – she was hurt both emotionally and physically. He didn't poke or pry immediately. He just allowed Treasure a sanctuary of relief. She would say everything she wanted to say in her own time. Finally, she had calmed down enough to speak.

"Daddy, my wrist hurts."

He smiled to hear her sounding like his little Treasure and he gently took her wrist in his hands and examined it, "It looks broken," he said softly, "How did this happen?"

"Ani did it," was her reply.

"Why did she do it?"

"Because I hit Phoenix."

"Why did you hit Phoenix?"

"We were arguing and he insulted you. I couldn't stand it, so I hit him."

Severus nodded, "Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey so she can mend this up?"

"No, I want you to do it, daddy."

Severus pulled out his wand and placed it on her wrist. He whispered an unheard incantation and Treasure felt the bones mending themselves back together.

"Accio Potion."

One of the potions on a far shelf flew over to him and he uncapped it, "Drink this, baby, so it doesn't hurt so much."

Treasure downed the potion and leaned against her father again. Severus hugged her tightly as she underwent the bone-mending process associated with her injury. Again, Severus didn't push her to speak – just waited for her. Once her sobs slowed, he spoke.

"What is going on with you and Phoenix now," he asked cautiously.

"We aren't seeing each other."

That was all Treasure was willing to say and that was all that Severus needed to hear. He knew Phoenix had hurt his daughter.

Chris and Treasure were sitting together before Potions when Jason walked up to them.

"We have practice tomorrow night, same time," he said, "It will last under an hour. All we have to do is polish a few things before the game against Hufflepuff."

They nodded and Jason took his seat just as Severus swept into the room to begin class.

"I hope you have all begun on your essays that are due tomorrow. I wouldn't depend on pulling an all-nighter," he hissed, "Clear your desks for an oral pop quiz."

It was obvious that Severus was in a bad mood and no one dared to object or whine. He paced the room, studying the faces of the students and looking for those who looked the most scared or unsure.

"Miss Gillespie," he exclaimed, coming upon his first victim, a Gryffindor, "If properly brewed, what color should a Shrinking Solution be?"

Even after over six years of Potions with this man, the girl was still scared stiff of him – and Severus used this fear as his weapon of choice.

"Acid green, sir," she managed to speak.

"Correct," he said, clearly pissed off that she got it right, "Miss Araton," he called, turning to a Slytherin girl, "What two main ingredients are needed for Comasicui, the poison that, when consumed, causes the drinker to live the duration of their life in a coma until they starve or dehydrate?"

"Two drops of unicorn blood and six leaves from a wormwood plant."

"Very good, Miss Araton. Ten points to Slytherin. Mr. Croom," he exclaimed to a Gryffindor boy, "Name the three ingredients of an Aging Potion."

"One eagle talon, three snake fangs and one daisy root."

"It is wonderful to see that you have been paying attention," Severus exclaimed sarcastically and then turned to choose a Slytherin boy, "Phoenix Flint!"

Severus slammed his hands on the table in front of him and brought his face dangerously close to Phoenix's. The two of them stared each other in the eye.

"Yes," Phoenix asked, unblinkingly.

"What do you get," Professor Snape began slowly, "if you mixed hurt daughter of Potions Master with captain of Slytherin Quidditch?"

Phoenix, for the first time when speaking to Snape, got a glint of fear in his eye, "I don't know."

"A very angry father," Severus yelled, and then brought his voice down to a whisper, "Watch yourself, Flint. I am not a man to be messed with – and you insulted my hair," he walked to the door of his office and said, "Class dismissed," before locking it behind him.

"I will probably need you all for only half an hour, so please give me your all tonight," Phoenix told the team standing around him as he avoided eye contact with Treasure, "I just want to see a few of your plays. Hufflepuff has never been a big deal, so lets get up, down and out of here."

The Slytherins nodded and took to the air – everyone except for Treasure. Instead, she walked to Phoenix and slung her bat over her shoulder.

"So, captain," she began, emphasizing her last word, "What are we going to work on tonight?"

"Just a few plays that we have been rusty on. Come on, let's get to the air."

Treasure mounted her broom and took to the air beside Phoenix. They executed some plays as Phoenix overlooked the rest of practice at the same time. As Treasure was taking a break, hovering in the air, she felt a cramp in her lower abdomen. She clutched her stomach and winced. Her broom jerked with her body movements.

"Treasure, are you okay," Chris called.

She straightened up and smiled, "Yeah, I am just fine. Don't worry about me!"

Chris nodded and turned away as the saw the Snitch. Suddenly, Treasure felt the pain again, though stronger and she grabbed onto her broom. The second she was able to relax, her muscles tightened worse than both of the previous times combined.

"Ohmygodswhatthefuckishappening," she yelled.

"Treasure," Phoenix called, "What is the matter?"

She couldn't respond. The pain was so terrible – it felt as though a bare hand had sliced into her very skin and was pulling her insides apart. With one last scream, she toppled off of her broom from sixty feet in the air.

"TREASURE!" ~+~