Title: Charmed I'm sure
Author: Dru
Genre: Romance/Supernatural
Summary: An inventor's latest product, intended for household use, may just have the potential to be a Death Eater detector; while the inventor herself has the potential to sneak into the heart of our favorite greasy git. Snape/OC
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing…just thought you should know that

"Nice to see you Remus," the elderly shopkeeper greeted him with a smile as he walked into the small Potions ingredients store. A. Jenkins Potion Ingredients was a small store that specialized in rare and unusual ingredients.

"Hello Angela," he replied, walking up to the counter. "Do you have the ingredients I asked for?"

"Of course," she bent down and pulled out, from under the counter, a small box wrapped in brown paper and tied up with twine. "Here you go," she handed it to him. "It comes to four Galleons,"

"Thank you," he placed the four coins on the counter and grabbing the package.

"I'll see you next month," Angela smiled, returning to her previous task of restocking her shelf. She glanced over her shoulder as Remus's retreating back, smiling. "What a nice boy," she said to herself as she continued to place her new shipment of ingredients on the shelves lining her walls.

Exiting the shop, Remus Lupin walked down into a more secluded place of Diagon Alley: one of the side alleys running in-between the shops. From this point he could Apparate without being seen, just an extra measure of security. After the loud pop noise and falling sensation that accompanied Apparation, he was a block away from Grimmauld Place. The reason that he did this wasn't so much that he was worried someone would see him, he was just avoiding going back for as long as possible. That house held memories of Sirius, as did Hogwarts and he didn't enjoy going back to those places. It was just like losing Lily and James all over again.

Once he was inside the house, he discovered that the rest of the Order was waiting for him and Professor Snape to give their reports. Professor Snape had already arrived and was waiting impatiently for him to arrive.

"How nice of you to finally arrive. Some of us have other tasks that require our attention," Snape informed him, being just as sour as ever.

"That is exactly what he came here to talk to you about," Dumbeldore explained from his seat in the kitchen. "Remus, if you would,"

"Well, as Hestia reported yesterday Fennel Royston has been developing her invention which could be used to find out if there are Death Eaters nearby. I have arranged for her to meet with Professor Snape regularly to test it out until it is found to be completed," he reported, noting that Snape wasn't showing any surprise. He must have either figured it out before hand of was disguising it. "The sooner he is able to go, the quicker we can get it completed,"

"I can meet with her tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest," he replied calmly.

"Now that we have that settled, Severus would you please fill us in on the events that occurred at the meeting last night?"

Fennel Royston was catching up on some much-needed sleep, after working on the project almost non-stop since that man, Remus Lupin, had left. True to her word she had dropped everything else to work completely on the Death Eater detector. It was around dinnertime, but she had decided to skip eating and just go straight to bed; sleeping until morning at which point she would resume working obsessively on the project. At least that had been a plan. A short while after she had begun trying to sleep Paris began barking ferociously. He was growling and making a racket. This only happened when someone was at the door, he was better than a doorbell.

The thought that someone was at the door made her want to hide under the covers, she knew she looked awful; hair all disheveled and clothes rumpled and stained. Still, she figured that it would be that Death Eater that Remus had owled her about. Then again that thought made her want to crawl under the covers or into a closet even more. Generally, meeting Death Eaters was not something one looked forward to. Even the fact that he was working for the mysterious 'them' and not You-Know-Who didn't do much to console her. She didn't want to keep him waiting for long, so she rolled out of bed (literally she fell off of it and hit the floor with a resounding 'thump') and went down the stairs; opening the front door as soon as she got there.

Standing there was a man who strongly reminded her of a giant raven with his all black ensemble and long hair of the same color. He even had the beak, in the form of a large hooked nose. He might have been Ichabod Crane's double if not for the harsh air he carried about him; like he was about to hex her right there for no reason at all. He was most definitely a teacher, either that or a politician. She had always hated both.

"Are you going to continue to stare at me or are you going to let me inside?" he asked; he was definitely a teacher. He reminded her far too much of Professor Perkins back when she was a teenager at Hogwarts.

"I apologize, come in," she opened the door more to allow him to come in.

"Make this quick, I have more important things to do than this," he announced, walking inside quickly.

"Aren't you just a big bag of fun," Fennel muttered under her breath.

"I hope you know that I heard that," he replied, voice getting quieter.

"Don't care," she replied rudely, opening the door to the root cellar. "Follow me," she nearly added Batman to the end of that but wasn't sure that he would even know who he was, plus Batman was a good guy.

"What is down there?" he asked, looking down into the darkness.

"My secret dungeon torture chamber of doom," she said casually, walking down into its depths. "You're my next victim,"

"I bet you think you are incredibly clever, don't you?" He descended the steps after her; they protested under their combined weight, creaking loudly.

"Actually no, I was just trying to throw you off. Make you squirm. It didn't work though, you must be tougher than I had previously thought," she replied, reaching the bottom and turning on the mushroom lamp; flooding the cellar with light.

"This is your workshop?" he asked, incredulously.

"It is," she declared proudly, walking over to the table where a small pile of stones was stacked up. "These are some of the preliminary stones I've made. They should give me a rough estimate of how strong a spell it is," she explained. "You just need to stay there," and then she smelled smoke. "Do you smell that?" Fennel leaned over by the pile of stones, which were quickly becoming obscured by the smoke.

"Lavo," he said and the smoke disappeared, leaving behind a small fire eating up her worktable. Repeating the word and another flick of the wand and that too was gone, leaving her worktable scorched.

"I guess one of them worked," she stated sheepishly, inspecting the pile by running her hand over the pile and trying to find the one that was hot.

"Don't be an idiot. If it's hot enough to start a fire it can-" he was interrupted by her screeching in pain. She had found the one that had been working.

"Ow," she whimpered. "That hurt. Damn rock,"

"Of course it hurt. It was hot enough to start a fire," he said, annoyed at her stupidity.

She muttered a spell over her hand, partially healing it instantly. After which she prodded the offending stone so it was separated from the others and took the spell off of it. "At least it worked. A little too well maybe, I'll need to dilute the potion,"

"I see no further reason to stay," he turned to leave.

"Come back tomorrow, I'll have a new batch done by then," she called to him. "And-what exactly is your name?"

"Professor Snape," he said, not bothering to yell it back down.

"I knew it," she muttered triumphantly as he left. "I knew it,"