A/N Chapter 3! And by Thanksgiving, as promised. I like this chapter, I feel that it takes away some of Snape's OOC. It might not have much relevance, but it does have some, and I just plain enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Since I forgot it in the previous chapter: I do not own Harry Potter or any places or names associated with it. I do, however, hold claim to Monique, Flop, Catrine, and Vietsvar.

Harry Potter and the Sacred Soul of Vietsvar

Rated: R Soon but PG-13 for now. Don't mind Chapter 2's rating.

By: Handsofftheshinyshirtitsmine

Chapter 3 A Brawl, Detention, and Potions Ingredients

The next day passed uneventfully. Monique was in high spirits, and looking forward to her detention that night. It had been quite awhile since she had had a chance to talk to her father, and she was hoping to get the opportunity that evening. She sat, thinking about it, entirely throughout Muggle Studies, planning what she wanted to tell him about her first couple of days at Hogwarts, until Hermione elbowed her harshly in the ribs.

"Monique!" She hissed, casting her a scolding look. "Pay attention!" Monique sat up, lifting her chin from her hand, and murmured apologetically. She picked up her quill, and looked down at her blank sheet of parchment, unable to focus. Her other hand fingered the end of a strand of her black hair, and she fought to keep her attention on her professor's droning words.

At the end of class, Monique practically ran for the door, thankful that classes were now finally over for the day.

"Wait up!" Hermione squeaked unhappily, trying to catch her friend and keep track of her loose papers at the same time. "What is wrong with you today, Monique? You seem anxious." She inquired, siding up beside Monique as they started down the stairs.

"Detention." Monique replied simply, struggling to appear unhappy, though it entirely contradicted her feelings on the matter. Hermione smiled over at her.

"Scared, hmm? Don't worry, you're a bright girl, and I think you can match wits with Snape any day." She reassured her. Monique nodded, and inhaled deeply.

The two girls entered the Great Hall, and Monique's eyes immediately strained for a glimpse of her father. He was seated at the staff table, his back to her as he ate quietly. They made their way to their usual seats, startled to find that Ron and Harry were not present.

"That's odd." Hermione murmured, sitting down and eyeing the food. Monique followed suit, glancing about the hall as she did so.

"Is there quidditch already?" She suggested, taking a piece of chicken from the platter in front of her.

"I don't think so…" Hermione shook her head. The two sat in silent contemplation as they ate, pondering the possible location of their friends.

A crash resounded outside of the Great Hall, and there were several aggressive shouts. Immediately, students rushed from their meals to see the cause of the commotion, the staff members at their heels.

In the foyer outside, Ron and Harry were locked in an intense battle with a long-faced, blonde haired boy. Verbal curses and magical hexes flew back and forth, with a punch being thrown on occasion. Monique raised herself onto her tiptoes, cursing her diminutive stature, as she realized that she was able to see very little above the heads of the crowd.

"Oh.. 'Mione, what's happening?" She asked, agitated. Hermione gasped as a thud echoed through the room, and then responded.

"He just tackled Harry." She said, her eyes failing to leave the scene.

"Who?" Monique hissed, jumping up in a vain attempt to see.

Hermione again failed to answer for a moment, until McGonagall and Snape had intervened.

"Malfoy." Hermione answered, finally averting her gaze.

"Draco Malfoy?" Monique pressed, and Hermione nodded. She looked back upon hearing Snape bark harshly to the students, ordering them to return to their dinner, and took hold of Monique's arm.

"We should go back in. And yes…but why so much interest in Malfoy?" She began to lead the other girl back to their seats.

"Oh, no. Nothing. I have just… heard about him… around… you know, rumor."

Hermione again began to eat, allowing Monique to relax only momentarily.

"Oh!" She exclaimed suddenly, glancing at her watch. "I'm late, that fight must have caused me to lose track of time. Fa--- I mean, Professor Snape will have my head!" She lunged from the table and grabbed her bag. Hermione raised an eyebrow and watched Monique race out of the Great Hall.

Monique slowed her pace a bit only as she closed in on the dungeons. She ran a nervous hand through her hair and straightened her robes and shoulder bag before knocking on her father's classroom door. She listened, and upon hearing no reply, knocked again. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and then pushed open the door when she again received no response.

"Professor…?" She called, stepping inside and looking for any sign of the potions teacher.

She set her bag on a nearby desktop, and continued across the room.

"Professor Snape?" Monique called again. She trailed her fingers along the wall, grimacing at the dust collecting around her fingernails. She allowed her senses to take in every detail of the room, the musky odor, the rows of vials and books, the graining texture of the stone, trying to piece together her father's life there.

"I apologize for my truancy, Miss Es." Startled, Monique jumped, whirling about and clutching at her chest at the same instant.

"Oh…you frightened me!" She sighed, letting out her breath slowly to calm her racing heart. Severus Snape looked at her for a long moment, his eyes scanning her critically, before he spoke again.

"I assume that you were on time, and therefore, will only keep you the intended amount of time beginning from 6 pm." His tone was icy, as he forced back all affection he held for her, and took a step forward.

"Well….umm….father," Monique began, unsure about what he meant or why he was being so cold. "I don't mind staying late. There is so much I wish to tell you, so many wonder—"

"You are not here to chit chat, Miss Es." Snape snapped, cutting her off abruptly. Monique stared at him, confused.

"Oh, please don't call me that father…" she pleaded. He turned his back to her, placing his hands on his desk, his head bent low.

"As you wish, Miss Snape." He said quietly, his voice masked in his sweeping hair. "But allow me to reiterate. You are not here to chat. You are here to serve a detention, which you earned through insubordination. You will serve that detention through work."

"Oh….but…daddy…" Monique pleaded, her eyes large and plaintiff. She moved towards him as though to grasp at his cloaks.

Snape turned sharply, stopping her dead as he glared at her.

"Monique, I will not permit myself to treat you any differently from any other student in this institution! I did not give you this detention so that I could talk with you! If I wished to do so, I could have held you after class. I gave you this detention because it is what I would have done if you were anyone else." He informed her angrily. Monique looked at her father, a bit shocked at what he had just said, her expression faltering. Her eyes fell to her shoes.

"Yes sir. What do you wish me to do?"

He led her to the back of the room, and into a gloomy closet that was twice as long as it was wide. Both sides were lined with shelves and covered in jars that were quite obviously potions ingredients, though most of the labels were faded with age.

"I have been attempting to do inventory of my supplies, but unfortunately, it is excruciatingly long work for one person. Due to the fact that I trust your ability to correctly identify various ingredients, including those that are more elusive, I am going to use you to help me with my calculations." Snape said to her. He removed a book of parchment from one of the higher shelves, and handed it to Monique. Tucked inside the front cover was a crimson colored quill, and it appeared to be many times used and opened. She looked up at her father.

"Of course, Professor Snape." She mumbled. "May I ask what you wish me to do with this?" She motioned towards the notebook with her head, and his eyes trailed to it.

"Absolutely nothing." Snape replied, removing his wand from within the voluminous folds of his robes. He reached forward and tapped its leather cover twice.

Monique jumped a bit as the book shuddered in her hand and then floated upwards, flipping open in the process. The quill slipped from the pages and hovered just above the piece of parchment that the book had stopped on. Her hazel eyes widened a bit.

"Oh." She gasped, unsure of why she was so enchanted by such a simple magical object.

"It will record anything you dictate directly to it." Snape informed her, slightly amused at her expression. "Just say the name of the ingredient and the amount. Nothing more." He then waved his wand again, and the lower two sections of shelves at the far end of the room illuminated. "Those are the shelves I have already finished. Begin with the next set of lower shelves. Do not break anything." He stared at her until she nodded and scurried towards the end of the room, amidst a barely coherent "yes professor."

Monique began to work, carefully and studiously, lifting each jar with care and examining its contents with critical eyes.

"Book, 1 half-full jar of yellow-spotted desert lizard toes." She dictated, returning the jar carefully to its place and moving on to the next.

Her father watched for with a rather proud smile for a few minutes. He had taught her so much, and she had learned so well. 'Then again,' he thought, 'she is an amazing girl. Just as her mother was…' His mind quickly changed tracks, as the wonderful, but now painful, memories he held of Catrine came rushing back to him. Snape closed his eyes somberly and left the room.

Monique's detention ended not long after. She had managed to finish off two more shelves for Snape, a fact that she found pleasing.

"Your work has been a vast help, Miss Snape." He said, closing the book and placing it gingerly on the shelf. "However, I expect that next time, if it comes to that, you will be prepared to work in my detention." He tipped his head down to look at her face. Monique regarded him, noting the severe expression and the cool, dark, appearance of his dark eyes, before she looked away.

"Of course, sir. My apologies for my previous mistake." She muttered, moving forward to collect her bag.

She then rushed from the room, her spirit anguished, blinking furiously to battle back her tears. Her bag swung at her side as she bounded up the stairs, making a beeline for the Gryffindor common room. Upon her arrival at the portrait of the Fat Lady, however, she was so distraught that she was unable to remember the password.

"Come now, dear. Calm yourself! Do try and think. No password, no entry." The Fat Lady cooed, watching Monique chew on her quavering lower lip. She stretched and patted her hair, as if to push it into place, her face bored, and slightly irritated.

"Oh my…" Monique whispered. "I…I can't seem to remember it!" She looked at the Fat Lady, and returned her teeth to her lip.

"Well dear, we haven't got all night!" She huffed, her grated nerves now beginning to present themselves through her speech. "If you do not have the password…"

"Oh! Can it!" Monique barked, glaring at the blubbering woman severely. "I can't think with you doing that!"

"Just like your father…" the Fat Lady commented quietly. "Pompous and ill tempered…"

"Stop this!" A voice echoed, accompanied by the sound of heels clicking on the castle floor. Monique turned, to see McGonagall striding towards her. "Monique, I thought that I might come check on you. Professor Snape informed me that you were quick shaken upon leaving your detention tonight." The aging woman now directed her words to the portrait. "Quaffle." She said simply. The Fat Lady smiled and swung open. "Now, are you alright, Monique?" McGonagall inquired.

"I am fine, thank you." Monique snapped in response.

Without considering the belligerent attitude she had just given the Deputy Headmistress, Monique scrambled through the portrait hole, and into the common room.

"Monique…" Harry said as she entered, noticing her ruffled demeanor, "…what's wrong?" He set his quill down on his textbook, and began to rise. Hermione and Ron looked at her from where they sat beside him. Ignoring them, Monique scooped Flop from the top of one of the chairs and hurried up to the girls' dormitory. Setting her bag onto the chest at the foot of her bed, she climbing into it and drew her curtains shut. She then buried her head in Flop's fur, and began to cry.

A/N I realized that I absolutely hate the way that my stories appear on So I am working on that, please bear with me.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Don't you just love Snape? Wink wink.

Look for Chapter 4, for which there is currently no title, by December 11, or somewhere around there!

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