A/N- So I've finally gotten around to writing another chapter. Thank you for waiting so long, I've been kinda busy, what with crazy teachers who give way to much homework during summer (I'm still not done) and a severe case of writers block. Please note it's late and I can't spell so any spelling problems are my fault. R&R. As always, Enjoy.
-Pentagon Merlin

The Reason

Ch. 11- False Accusations

"You are my advanced class, meaning you get to make advanced potions. This one is called the Bussara Potion. It allows you to reach higher levels of concentration and enlightenment. Please note, however that it is restricted in this school, so you will not be allowed to use it in any other circumstance other then this class. Students caught, buying, selling, using, or making this potion will suffer grave consequences. The instructions are on the board, please begin," Snape growled.

Over two weeks had passed since the fire in the restricted section, and as with all schools, the news had passed like a teenage girl's crush: quickly. They were sitting in a double lesson of Advanced Potions on a Thursday afternoon, whishing for it to be over, five minutes seeming like five hours.

"Mr. Potter, please be sure to put the oak sap in before the elephant's toe. I know this could be very tricky for you. Very good Mr. Zambini. Ms. Patil, it is five stirs to the right then three to the left, not the other way around," Snape criticized as he walked up and down the isles. "Ms. Granger, do you have a question?"

"Yes, Professor. Is it supposed to look gray like this?" Hermione asked, looking down at the slop in her cauldron and thinking something must be wrong.

"No, it's supposed to be iridescent! Of course it's supposed to be gray," Malfoy inserted from where he was sitting two rows back.

"That's quite enough, Mr. Malfoy," Snape growled. "Yes, it is supposed to be that gray. What's that sound?"

Sure enough, coming from the back room where Professor Snape kept his private stores was a clattering. With a flourish of his robes, he turned and stormed to the back and turned the door knob. Or at least tried to. It was locked.

He quickly took out his wand and whispered the set of charms it took to open the locks. Snape threw open the door, expecting to find someone, or at least something. Instead, there was nothing, except for a few empty spots where random things were missing. A look of puzzlement quickly swept over his face, but was erased quickly.

Turning around, he found the whole class staring at him. "Get back to work!" he snapped, returning on the outside to the harsh teacher. On the inside, though, he was as puzzled as anyone would be.

When the bell rang nearly two hours later, he headed from the dungeons up to the third floor, where the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes were located.

"Alright, you little brat, what did you take them for?" he snapped as he walked into the room as the last of the students filed out.

"Take what?" Professor Riddle asked, picking up an eraser and slowly beginning to clean the board.

"You know very well what I'm talking about!"

"Actually, no I don't. I've been up here all day. It kinda cuts me off from the school. So what are you accusing me of taking?"

"Potion ingredients from my private stores. Those little friends you've made have taken things from them before, perhaps they've talked you into doing it now."

"Why would I go into your private stores for my friends?" Liz asked, attempting to stay calm through all of this. If Galla popped up here and now, just minutes before her next class, she'd have a monster on her hands, both literally and metaphorically.

"Well, two of them were in my class at the time and the other one doesn't have the ability, so it had to be you."

"Have you considered that I was teaching my own class the entire time you were being burglarized? And what makes you think I would steal from a fellow teacher anyway?" Liz could feel her eyes beginning to narrow and turn red. When she looked down at her hand it was turning pale faster then she could help. She quickly changed her breathing patterns and state of mind to that of meditation, walking over and closing the door.

"There are ways to get out of your classroom, and you are the spawn of evil."

Liz couldn't help but laugh at this. It was becoming harder and harder to focus her mind on not being evil, what with Snape making these comments about her being so. "Perhaps I was born into it, but I didn't choose to become a Death Eater. Now, Professor, if you would excuse me, I have to calm down before my next class comes in. Wouldn't want to scare the first years, now would we?"

"I'll be watching you," Snape said as he walked to the door.

"Out of curiosity, what ingredients were taken?"

Snape quickly listed the goods that were taken. Liz knew that if you combined all of them, they would create one potion, she just couldn't remember which one.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape," Liz said, half her brain lost in the clouds and the other half attempting to remember which potion they created.