((A/N: hides I'm sorry! I really am! Truly sorry that I hadn't been able to get this out earlier! I had been working a lot. I ended up with 1st degree burns that landed me in the hospital after passing out at work on my register. It took a lot out of me so I didn't have the energy to be on the computer for about two weeks after that. I've been asked to beta/co-write a few other stories so my mind has been elsewhere.

athenakitty: I'm not saying, Draco is fine, but well, not for long, and no, questions are good.

Signeus: I think you need a humor tune up. Most of the people I showed the chapter to thought it was highly amusing.

Mistress-Genari: It's wrong, but so utterly funny.

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M'Lady: Errr...I uh, don't really want to get into the whole shipping thing...

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Robert Klutz: Alas, no Lockhart torture in this chapter, but other character torture!

Now with that being said, on to the chapter!))

While the staff was still in disarray from Professor Snape's actions, the students were having a hay day with seeing all the adults running around in half animalistic states. Harry was particularly enjoying seeing this fiasco since it reminded her of when she was stuck in the part unicorn body. It surprised her though, that Severus hadn't demanded her to attempt the Animagus form again so that she too would be like the staff. Perhaps he thought she had enough on her head, yeah, that was it.

Potions was likely the most interesting class Hogwarts had yet; head of Slytherin trapped partly in his Animagus form which just happened to be a Gryffindor lion. Needless to say, Severus had no control over his class at that point since it was hard to be scared of a half lion, half man type thing staring at you. Because of this, even Neville was doing slightly better in the class.

None of the professors seemed capable of undoing the spell that had been cast upon them, and Severus couldn't make heads or tails of the potion that he's made when drunk. So the past few weeks had found the professors making alterations in clothing as well as chairs, beds, and anything else that somehow managed to cause discomfort due to their animalistic nature.

Harry, while amused by all of this, it didn't really help take her mind off all the stress that had been building up. Severus could see that happening too and knew sooner or later she would have a melt down and decided that he would have to do something. Once in awhile the girl would lay on the bed and try just relaxing with the Lily cat at her side, but it didn't do much good. Her mind just couldn't relax like others could.

Severus himself couldn't take off and go into Hogsmead because of all death sentence placed on his head, so instead he sent Molly to purchase a Pensieve for his daughter. He was hoping that it would at least be able to bring her some comfort to be able to place her memories into the bowl. Right now his own was filled to the brim with current and old memories that continued to swirl around in his mind.

Every once in awhile Harry's arm would act up, the outline of the mark burning in pain as if she was being called for something. After awhile it started draining some of the strength from her body as well. She couldn't bring herself to tell her father or Dumbledore though, not with him having the death sentence on his head. As of late she'd been withdrawing into herself and ignoring both friends and family as she believed that whoever associated with her was at risk to be killed. Ron and Hermione did notice, but well, were starting to become entranced with each other and didn't have as much time for Harry.
Hazel, can you come down to my quarters? I need to speak to you....in person.

All right dad, just give me a few minutes.
Harry found herself surrounded by Ginny and Ron this time as she headed down to her father's room. Even with the invisibility cloak, he still felt it was better to always be with someone incase of an 'accident' if some of the Slytherins happened to catch sight. A bit later she stood in front of the door and went in, bidding both of her friends goodbye and thanks for walking down with her, even if she did still want to sock Malfoy in the jaw.

"Hello my dear, come on over here," The lion-father said as he patted the seat next to him. His eyes held sadness, concern, hope, and love all at the same time as they flicked their gaze towards her.

"How come you called me down here?" She muttered, slightly annoyed at being called out of the library while working on a paper for Transfiguration. It wasn't as if she didn't want to be here, but that paper was intriguing enough to keep her distracted from anything else.

"No sense in beating around the bush. I've noticed lately that you've been starting to withdraw from your friendships, especially Granger and Weasley. Not to mention it seems as if you've been avoiding me and Lupin as well," he added, a flash of hurt passed his face.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as he asked the questions she had been dreading, "I've umm, been really busy in the library lately with my homework?" Desperately hoping that he'd take that as an answer, but the fates were against her today.

"Hazel, please, tell me the truth?"

Harry's eyes were downcast with that statement. "Every time I get close to someone, it seems that they're ripped away from me. I mean, Cedric, Tonks and Sirius, my friends are at risk, and you have a price on your head along with instant death. I've seen too much blood spilt on my part." With that, her barrier was shattered and she sat there, the tears rolling down her cheeks. Severus was surprised to say the least, and gathered his daughter in his arms and comforted her with soft words.

"It's not your fault, Hazel, listen to me. It's not." He didn't get a response and just held the girl in his arms tighter. For awhile she wouldn't move and clutched tighter at his black robes. He accidentally brought his head down and brushed her face with a fuzzy ear and got a response out of her.

"That tickled, dad," she mentioned, a lopsided smile appearing on her face.

"It got you talking again..." He muttered, bringing his head down again and continuing the tickling torture. It was good to hear her laugh again; she hadn't in so long and he had started to miss it. "Come on, your potions class is starting in a few minutes and I have a feeling that your professor wouldn't be too happy if you missed the lesson."

"The cat came back, they thought he was a goner but the cat came back, the very next day...Oooh, Voldemort came back, they thought he was a goner, but Voldemort came back, the very next day..." Hazel started randomly singing as they walked down the corridors.

"What the bloody hell is that?"

"Oh, sorry, it's a song from the States that Dudley learned and started singing one summer to drive me batty. I thought it fit the current situation."

Severus rolled his eyes and swatted his daughter before shoving her ahead to go into the classroom without him. Momentarily later is entered in his greasy git of a potion master mode and sneered hatefully at the Gryffindors in the room. "Today you will be attempting to brew the Invisibilis Potion, though I dare hope for any of you to be able to finish it correctly. If somehow you do manage, it will be a deep purple color and allow the user to become invisible for about three hours. Well, what are you waiting for?" He snapped, glaring at the class sitting before him, "Directions are on the board!"

As the Slytherins had yet to divulge their big secret, Severus continued favoring his house while subtracting substantial amounts of points from the Gryffindors, and just in general, ignoring the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. After giving out detentions to both his daughter and Neville, the numbskull melted another cauldron; he smirked at his Slytherins and continued his tirade about the room.

"Mister Malfoy, just to let you know, a bit more lacewing will even out the texture on that potion to make it passable." He didn't catch the sadistic look the young Malfoy returned him with and went on to the next person.

"PROFESSOR SNAPE! Your hair!!!" Hermione screeched a moment later. He looked around in bewilderment until she handed over a small mirror for him to look into. It was a sight to see, needless to say; the head of Slytherin walking around as a part lion that now sported bright red hair with golden streaks blending in. Growling menacingly, he paced about the room trying to find the guilty culprit.

"Who did this?" He asked in a low and dangerous voice, eyes gleaming with sheer hatred that Harry hadn't seen in a long time. The Potion Master gazed down at the Gryffindors automatically as normally they would be the suspects.

A drawling voice came a moment later, "Well, Professor, if you insist on playing the mascot to the Gryffindors, it only seems fit to see you with the appropriate hair color as well."

Severus narrowed his eyes and advanced on the student, knowing that he was being tested. "Well, Mister Malfoy, if you insist on continuing this little charade, perhaps I see fit to make you serve a detention with Mister Filch tonight at eight." The youth instantly glowered back, cool grey eyes dancing back and forth dangerously.

"Believe me, when my father hears just how inconsiderate you're being to your beloved Slytherins, just make sure you're prepared for the consequences, if you get my drift."

"Class dismissed, Miss Potter and Mister Longbottom, you will remain here to arrange your detentions." He sneered, scaring off the class in a hurry. Harry just rolled her eyes in annoyance at the fake detention she now had to serve and waited for Neville to be assigned his so they wouldn't be late to Transfiguration. With McGonagall in part cat mode, the littlest of things could set her off.

A few minutes later the two scrambled into the classroom, the tabby professor hissed angrily as they made it just as the class started. Since the beginning of the year, she'd been having them continue on with the Animagus training, even if most would be unable to perform the actual spell. While many of the others attempted working on it outside the class, Harry had yet to transform since being temporarily trapped within the unicorn body that first day of classes.

Every time the professor walked past her desk that she was currently sharing with Hermione, they could sense that she was in a terrible mood just waiting to be provoked. That person just happened to be Draco much to their delight. "MISTER MALFOY, how many times must I tell you that if you don't perform the wand movement correctly, there could be dire consequences for both you and your partner!?"

The platinum blonde grinned menacingly back at her, "Oh, like your current state of affairs, Professor?"

That grabbed her attention and she whirled about with teeth barred, "This was caused by none other than your Head of House, so if you wish to continue your tormenting, I shall take this up with him and see that the proper actions are taken."

"Oh, I'm certain he would be delighted to hear that one of his students is in trouble. Considering that he is a traitor to House, it wouldn't do for us to be so wrongly justified or tongues just might happen to slip."

With one swift wand movement, she brought her wand out and transfigured him into the ferret once more and placed him inside a steel metal cage. "Professor Dumbledore will get to deal accordingly with you know," She hissed, ears flat against her head as she dismissed the class and stalked out of the room and up to the headmaster's office.
((A/N: Okay, I did plan on making this longer, but well, it kinda was a nice cliffhanger so I left it...hides Well, the more reviews I get, the more inspired I stay to write....))