(A/N: I know that some of the stuff is weird, but that is just the way I decided to write it. This chapter has a funny story in it! Enjoy!)

Chapter Eleven

When Audrey awoke she found herself in a little makeshift room. The walls were the moveable walls in hospitals. She thought, 'Am I in a hospital?' When she figured out that yes, she was in some sort of hospital or nurses office, she heard voices talking to each other outside the makeshift walls.

"I can't believe Severus could do such a thing! That was uncalled for," Professor McGonagall whispered fiercely.

Dumbledore murmured comfortingly, "You know Severus, he would do that to any new student. She got very good scores on everything, receiving O.W.L.S. in Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Really? That is good. Did Severus agree to pass her?"

Dumbledore laughed. Madam Pomfrey gave him a nasty look from where she was mending a cut on a house elf. "He wanted to fail her because she didn't finish the last sentence. But it didn't take much to convince him otherwise."

McGonagall smiled and said, "I was very impressed with her Transfiguration skills, just like her mother."

"Yes, I noticed that. She is also very skilled in the Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm surprised. I didn't think Bogars had a good program," Dumbledore mused. "I remember that her mother was a very accomplished student. She was a prefect of Gryffindor House."

"Hmmm..." McGonagall murmured. "I'll see you at the faculty meeting tonight." She turned and walked out the door.

Audrey sat up and got out of bed. She was a little dizzy but other wise all right. Yawning, she walked out from behind the walls.

Madam Pomfrey spotted her, rushed over and said, "Now, now, you shouldn't be out of bed yet. Come on, dear. In you go." Dumbledore followed as Madam Pomfrey ushered Audrey back into bed. Audrey protested, but lost the battle. She reluctantly crawled back into the sheets.

"Umm..." Audrey stuttered, "Is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry..."

"Of course, dear, "Madam Pomfrey soothed. "You should be. You've been sleeping for a whole day." Audrey's shocked expression didn't faze her in the least. "Taking those exams is very tiring. I'll be back with something to eat. You just rest now."

"A whole day," Audrey whispered. Then, she suddenly burst out, "Why does Professor Snape hate me so?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "He doesn't hate you...It's a long story. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yes. I'm curious. Usually, I get along with everybody."

"Ok...You're in for a treat," he chuckled again. "You mother was a year behind Professor Snape. That year we had a dueling tournament. Snape and your mother were the finalists." Dumbledore smiled, remembering the event.

"Your mother never liked Snape and he never liked your mother—"

"Why?" Audrey inquired.

"When your mother was a first year, she was...How do I put this delicately? She was...rather mischievous. Margaret started a prank war against the Slytherins. She somehow managed to sneak into the Slytherin dormitory. Let me just tell you this, Audrey. She was the first in history to go into someone else's house.

"Her and her companions totally trashed the Slytherin common room. They were also caught in the act. Talk about detentions galore. But you mother didn't let that stop her.

"From what I heard later on was that while your mother helped to clean the common room she happened upon a diary. Then, I heard, from a very reliable source, that she snuck up into the boy's dormitories and went through their stuff. It so happened that she found Snape's diary.

"She hid it under her cloak and went back down to clean. When she returned to the Gryffindor common room, she commenced to read it. Snape had written very personal thoughts in his diary and had neglected to put charms on so he could only read it. One of those personal thoughts happened to be whom he liked—"

Madam Pomfrey bringing Audrey her food cut off Dumbledore. She glanced at him and stated, "You're still here?"

"Yes. We're reminiscing about he mother's pranks."

"Oh, really," Madam Pomfrey pulled up a chair and sat down. "She was such a delightful girl. Had a little bit of an attitude thought. Albus, do you remember when she paralyzed—"

"I'm not there yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry, please go on."

Audrey started to eat and Dumbledore continued. "When she learned this tidbit of information, she decided to take action. She conferred with her comrades on what the next step should be. They decided to make big posters with Severus heartCarina(A/N: You know the symbol.) written with flashing letters on them. Somehow, they managed to get at least two hundred of them up all around the school. Snape reported it and the Gryffindors got more detentions. As you can probably guess, Gryffindor did not win the House Cup that year. From then on, Margaret and Snape were out to get each other. The perfect chance was the finals of the dueling tournament."

"Wow," Audrey said awed, "No wonder he scowls every time he sees me." Madam Pomfrey rose and took the empty tray away. "So," Audrey said breathlessly, "What happens next?"

"Well, they meet in the finals. Snape wants to get her back for the posters. She wants to make him pay for being such a tattletale and a sore loser. They each cast their first spells, which were both direct hits. Now, it was down to who could cast a spell more quickly. Your mother cast first. Her spell was Paralysis. That spell paralyzes the body part it hits. Extraordinarily, the spell bounced off the floor, split into two parts, and hit him in the mouth and wand arm. Your mother won because Snape couldn't cast a spell."

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"No it's not," Dumbledore said gravely, "Snape's mouth and arm were paralyzed for a week. He couldn't write, eat, or talk..."

Unknown to either of them, Snape walked into the infirmary looking for Dumbledore. He turned beet red and then ghostly white, his eyes flashing with anger.

Dumbledore glanced up, saw Snape there and said, "Oh, good morning," as if nothing had happened.

Snape nodded curtly and said with fake calm, "Could I please speak with you?"

"Yes, I'll be right there." Dumbledore turned back to Audrey and said, "When you get out of here you are free to explore the castle. Also, if you have any questions feel free to ask anyone."

"Bye," Audrey said, "And thank you."

Dumbledore and Snape left the room. Madam Pomfrey bustled over, insisting that Audrey drink a foul smelling concoction. Audrey did so reluctantly and was soon asleep.