A/N: Hello everyone. Thanks for reading this. I have re-read all the parts recently and at the beginning I realise that it was complete bolloks. But I think I have improved. I have a storyline now D and I hope you find this part good. Nothing major happens though. Please review. I really need reviews to get better!

Lizzie didn't know what to say to Hermione. She had been the closest girlfriend she has ever had. Lizzie guessed she would have to tell sooner or later, so she sighed thoughtfully and began.

"Anthonio, well," She hesitated, "He's an ex...sort of" Her voiced trailed.

"Sort of?" Hermione asked, curiously, the letter still in her hand.

"Yeah, well, we never really broke up. We just don't see each other anymore. The only contact we have is what your holding." Lizzie explained. Hermione looked at the letter once more. She cautiously believed Lizzie and handed back the letter.

Lizzie and Harry had been going out for three months and Harry had told Lizzie pretty much everything about him. Lizzie didn't tell Harry everything though, there were certain things Lizzie didn't want Harry to know about Anthonio or most of what Alex had told her. Since the attack, Lizzie had spent a lot of time with her sister and as a result they felt closer. Alex had told Lizzie many stories about her own Hogwarts days.

It was Potions with Professor Snape last lesson on Friday afternoon. Harry, Lizzie and Hermione took their usual bench at the back of the room and got out their textbooks and cauldrons. Draco Malfoy turned and sneered at them all, and walked towards them. Snape was late as always and it was time for Malfoy's typical taunting as he did at the beginning of every lesson.

"Well, well, well. The Gryffindors have actually showed up this time. So where were you last week Potter? Heart?" He spat; he had a glint of knowledge in his eye. Of course he knew where they were last week during the lesson, St Mungos. His father probably told him. Draco could see that neither Lizzie nor Harry was going to answer to his question, so he carried on his torment. "I suppose that your friend, werewolf man, should be a bit more careful in future." He turned to Lizzie, "And that your sister shouldn't act on the spur of the moment." He insulted and stalked away triumphantly. The thick oak door was slammed open and Snape marched to the front of the dungeon and turned swiftly.

"Now, the potion that will be most probably in your NEWTs exam will appear now on the board. This will be a long-term project as the ingredients with the potion need time to mature. We will be doing it in several stages. Today is stage one. Go." He flicked his wand and the ingredients and method appeared on the board at the front of the cold and dingy room. Hermione's eyes lit up as soon as she saw what it was.

"Harry, look!" she exclaimed in a whisper. Harry looked up at the board and grinned. Lizzie looked confused by the beaming faces on both Hermione and Harry. She never ever saw those expressions in a potions lesson.

"What?" She asked.

"Polyjuice potion. This will be easy." Hermione stated and got on with it. Lizzie turned to Harry expectantly. Harry rolled his eyes and whispered in her ear. Lizzie's eyes widened.

After a while, the cauldrons were simmering with a blood red mixture. Snape was making his duty rounds as it were, and he got to the trio's bench. He stood for a while at Hermione's, which was perfect.

"Interesting, Miss. Granger." Snape moved on, Hermione looked disheartened by Snape's quick move. He obviously didn't want to admit that Hermione was excellent at potions. Snape was in front of Lizzie, whose potion was not perfect but wasn't bad either. "I see you have miscalculated the minutes in which you have to wait to add the boomslang skin, Miss Heart." Lizzie shrugged, but she was giggling inside. She had heard stories about Snape from her sister.

Flashback...

Alex and Remus were sitting next to one another under a tree next to the lake on a warm summer's evening. It was Saturday and the sky turned pink as the sun went down and the moon rose. Remus had his arm wrapped around Alex as she leant on him. Today had been a good day; the seventeen-year-old couple went to Hogsmeade together and had a wonderful time. By this time, they had already been going out for several months.

"I wish James would get his act together," Remus muttered after a long silence. Alex got up from her comfy position.

"What do you mean?" She asked, inquisitively.

"Well, I don't know if I should tell you this," Remus began but hesitated. Alex made a puppy dog eyes, as she knew Remus couldn't resist how sweet she looked and had to tell her. Remus chuckled at her innocent face. "Ok, ok. James loves Lily."

"Oh my god!" Alex said startled, "I mean I knew he liked her...but love?"

"Yeah, I know." Remus blankly replied. His eye's widened soon afterwards, "You cannot tell Lily, what ever you do, don't tell Lily." Remus stated seriously. Alex rolled her eyes.

"You expect me to keep something this big away from my best friend? Especially when it mostly concerns her!" Alex protested. Remus made his best attempt at puppy dog eyes, but failed miserably. "Ok, I won't tell her, as long as you don't make that scary face again!" she joked. Remus pulled Alex in for a quick passionate kiss.

"You'll never guess what else I heard?" Remus grinned once they parted.

"I can't be arsed to guess. What?" Alex replied.

"Snivellus fancies you!" Remus exclaimed and burst out with laughter. Alex laughed too.

"You cannot be serious?" Alex questioned, still snickering.

"Yep! Heard it from Sirius who was under James' invisibility cloak who heard it from that Crabbe guy in Slytherin." Remus confirmed, still clutching his stomach.

"But I thought he hated Gryffindors." Alex suspected.

"That's why it's so funny!" Remus laughed.

End Flashback.

Snape looked at Lizzie suspiciously and moved on to Harry's potion, which was more or less perfect. He only made one mistake, which was he put in a whole teaspoon of dried fungi leaves in instead of a half. Snape merely looked at the potion and saw that it was excellent for a first time. He snarled. The students packed up their bag as the bell went. Snape was sitting at his desk.

"Homework, a foot on the uses of Polyjuice potion. You're dismissed, except for Mr. Potter and Miss Heart." Hermione looked at the other two expectantly but they simply shrugged. Hermione followed the crowd and walked out of the dungeon. Harry and Lizzie stood there in silence as Snape continued to look down at his desk. Eventually, after what seemed like an hour, Snape eyed them both and began to speak.

"Mr. Potter, I think you should know that although it is against my will. I am in the process of formulating the revival liquid that Mr. Lupin needs. It so happens that Professor Dumbledore is a very good at persuading people. He reminded me of something and so Mr. Lupin shall be back to health within four months." Harry felt relief like he had never felt it before, he also felt grateful to Snape. Grateful? To Snape? That's something that will never happen again. Harry thought.

"You may leave now Potter." And Harry did as he told, very obediently. After he had left the dungeon, Snape turned to Lizzie, revenge on his face. "Miss Heart. I do not appreciate being mocked in my class, even if it is in your head. Do not do it again, I shall be talking to your sister about this. Fifteen point form Gryffindor. You may leave."

Lizzie left the dungeon, somewhat confused. When did she mock him? And what did he mean about 'even if it is in your head'? As she headed up the marble stairs she found Harry and Hermione waiting for her. Harry and Lizzie took each other's hands as if it was second nature and began to walk, Hermione strolling beside them.

"Why did Snape keep you behind?" Hermione inquired.

"Because he wanted to tell me off for something that I didn't do." Lizzie declared angrily. Harry looked confused.

"What did he think you did?" Harry asked, concerned

"He said I mocked him." Lizzie stated, "He said and I quote, 'I do not appreciate being mocked in my class, even if it in your head'" Hermione let out a knowing sigh, "What?" Lizzie asked Hermione. Hermione shot a look at Harry and Harry knew what she meant and nodded, "What?" Lizzie repeated, more furiously this time.

"Lizzie," Harry began, "In Potions, you didn't think did you?" Lizzie looked at him, perplexed.

"Of course I thought, I think all the time Harry." She replied, annoyed.

"No, that's not what I meant," He began again, "Did you think of Snape?" Harry thought back on what he just said, it sounded so dense. Harry shook his head as Lizzie looked at him strangely. "I didn't mean it like that! Did you think of a memory? A story that someone has told you? Something that was harsh to Snape?" Harry finished. Lizzie thought, the answer was yes, she did. Her seventeen-year-old sister under the tree with Remus. They were laughing at Snape fancying Alex. Lizzie nodded at Harry and Hermione.

"Remember I told you about Occlumency that I took last year, well Snape was the teacher." Harry started, "Snape has mastered the arts of Occlumency and Legimency." Harry finished, but Lizzie gave him a confused look.

"It means he can read minds." Hermione stated. Lizzie gave out a short gasp as they all reached the common room.

Lizzie woke up the next morning only to see a small owl perched proudly at the end of her bed. She looked around her dorm. Hermione was still asleep as were Lavender and Parvati. The small owl had grey feathers and huge amber eyes. The owl flew fluently to Lizzie's headboard and stuck out it's leg, where there was a note attached. Lizzie took the note and appreciatively petted the owl that then flew out of the window and into the distance. Lizzie untied the string around the note and saw Alex's neat writing.

Lizzie,

Snape has told me about your last lesson. Please can you come to my office as soon as you have read the note. It's very important that I see you soon as possible, before breakfast preferably.

-Alex.

Lizzie threw her bed sheets off her and slipped on some odd clothes and ran down the stairs and into the Gryffindor common room. She was about to push the fat lady portrait open but she saw someone, sitting on one of the comfy chairs next to the fire. She was redheaded and freckled. Ginny. Lizzie stopped and looked at her, her eyes were puffy and she was curled up like a cat on the armchair. It was obvious that she had been crying. Lizzie felt sorry for her, although they barely knew each other; Lizzie felt it was he right as a girl to comfort her. The thought of Alex and the urgent note flew straight out of her head.

"Ginny?" Lizzie said approaching the red-haired girl in the comfy armchair. Ginny looked up at Lizzie, narrowed her eyes, and looked back at the fireplace.

"What?" She choked, gazing into the blazing fire.

"Are you ok?" The words sounded ridiculous as soon as they left Lizzie's month. Ginny simply looked at her with envy. She wiped her eyes.

"Of course I'm not ok." Ginny replied.

"What's wrong?" Lizzie asked, feeling slightly awkward. Ginny shook her head. "Do you want me to get Hermione for you?" Lizzie offered. Ginny, again, shook her head. Lizzie didn't know what to do; she didn't know Ginny all that well. And then the thought of her sister's note came to mind. She looked at her watch, which read 7:15am. There was only fifteen minutes before breakfast and Lizzie needed to see her sister. "I'm sorry Ginny, I have to go. I hope you feel better soon." She uncomfortably said, and turned toward the fat lady portrait.

"How come you got him and I didn't?" Ginny rose. Lizzie turned away and looked peculiarly at Ginny's face, which was staring at her still with red eyes from the crying. "Harry, how come you got him and I didn't." Lizzie was shocked. Ginny liked Harry? Ginny kept looking intently at Lizzie, who was staring back. She didn't know how to reply.

"What?" Lizzie eventually choked out, "You like Harry?" Ginny turned back and gazed into the fire.

Obviously not wanting to answer, but she didn't have to. Lizzie already knew by her response that it was true. She didn't want to ask anything else and so turned and walked out of the common room. Lizzie kept on walking, processing in her mind what she had just heard. She didn't really understand it though and knew she would have to ask Hermione about it. Lizzie's ongoing sauntering ended as she reached Alex's office. She knocked on the heavy wood door and went in.

Alex was sitting on her red leather chair, her fixed eyes on her window, in which the sun had now risen and shone brightly on the Hogwarts grounds.

"Alex?" Lizzie said, concerned at her sister being so distant. Alex came back to earth as she heard her sister's voice. She swung her chair around and her eyes widened.

"Lizzie, Snape has spoken to me. Please sit down." She said pointing to the empty chair on the other side of her desk. Lizzie did as her sister said. "Now, Snape has told me what he read on your mind." Lizzie quivered. Something about Snape being able to read her thoughts got to her. "Lizzie, what I have told you over the last couple of weeks must not be repeated, even in your head. Especially in Potions. I don't need Snape knowing about my personal life. In particular Remus and myself since he is making the revival potion for Remus." Alex finished.

"How is he?" Lizzie asked, as she wanted to change the subject because she felt slightly guilty for doing what she did. Alex sighed.

"He is stable, but the quicker Snape makes that damn potion the better." Alex said, "You'd best be off to breakfast, I suppose your friends would be getting worried. "Lizzie left the office and went towards the Great Hall.

"Did you know?" Lizzie asked Hermione later that day. They both were in their dorm, sitting on Lizzie's bed. After Breakfast, Hermione had pulled Lizzie up to Gryffindor Tower. Lizzie was half wondering why, and half relieved as Lizzie had to talk to Hermione about Ginny anyway.

"Well, in second year, she had a kind of thing for him. But then she started to date other guys. Her last boyfriend was Dean Thomas. They split up over the summer though; I guess she only just started to like Harry recently. I'm quite surprised she didn't tell me." Hermione replied. Lizzie thought for a while and there was silence between the two girlfriends.

"Hermione..." Lizzie's voice trailed after a while of silence.

"Yeah." Hermione responded.

"Why did you drag us to the dorm after breakfast? What did you want to tell me so urgently?" Lizzie questioned, curiously.

"Umm...I think that Ron might like me." Hermione said to the floor. Lizzie felt like laughing, but held it in. "Don't laugh at me!" Hermione protested. Lizzie tried to keep the laughter in but couldn't help it and giggled away. Hermione playfully hit her and Lizzie stopped, though a huge grin kept on her face.

"Yes, I knew. It was so obvious!" Lizzie exclaimed

"What?" Hermione said sternly which reminded Lizzie of Professor McGonagall.

"Everyone else knows, even Malfoy knows!"

"Oh shit." Lizzie was shocked to hear Hermione swear, for she did not do it often. This meant that something was definitely up.

"So what are you going to do?" Lizzie asked inquisitively.

"I don't know." Hermione said, obviously puzzled.

"Well let me ask you a question." Hermione looked up, "If Ron asked you out, would you say yes?"

Hermione did not answer but simply grinned and tapped her nose with her forefinger

To Be Continued

A/N: How's that for a cliffhanger? Please read and review, though I guess if you're reading this then you have already read this part...? Well, please review. Criticism welcome!