A/N This isn't mine... blah blah blah. Well, I mean, it's mine... but I don't own it, you know? Oh, dear God, I think I'm confusing myself again.

Chapter 6

Professor Snape walked into the dark room and bowed. "Yes Master, how may I serve you?" He ventured a glance around the room when he was told to stand. Wormtail and Lucious Malfoy were the only deatheaters present.

"Who is she?" Voldemort asked plainly.

"I am not sure yet, lord, she only arrived last night." There was no doubt in Snapes mind who Voldemort was referring to, although he had hoped she wouldn't be the subject of tonight's meeting. He didn't want her dragged into this war, regardless of how much he disliked her.

"I'm told she has great power, Severus."

"It seems she does, lord. She has talents I have never seen before."

"Such as?"

"She can't be touched by magic, and she can make things appear and disappear simply by wanting them so."

"I've been told she can take on the appearance of anyone."

"I have not seen that myself, but I am sure that she can read minds, very clearly in fact." No, he hadn't seen it, but he knew full well of a slimy little Slytherin that had. Voldemort seemed to thing about this information for a moment before he continued.

"Bring her to me, Severus."

"But, my dark lord, if I am found out..." Severus' ears had barely began to register the what Voldemort whispered when his body crumpled to the floor, wave after wave of firey pain threatening to devour him whole. Luckily, it stopped only a few minutes later.

"You are a potions master, Severus. I'm sure you will think of something."

"Yes, my lord," he replied, getting to his still shaky feet.

"Do not disappoint me, Severus." Voldemort hissed more than he said. With that Severus was dismissed.

Roughly an hour after he had originally left Dumbledore's office, he knocked on the door and was invited back in. The grave look in Snapes eyes confirmed what Dumbledore had expected, but he waited for Severus to say it. "Albus, he wants Andraste." The headmaster nodded slightly to acknowledge the news Snape brought him. "She is out flying Severus, why don't you go find her? She wanted to be notified of your safe return anyways. Bring her back here, this is a conversation she should be present for."

With that the Potions Master left the room and headed to the dungeon to retrieve his broom. He was wondering why she would care if he returned safely when another thought crossed his mind. Hadn't Dumbledore said she couldn't fly a broom? He had reached his Firebolt and was at the school doors in a matter of minutes. Had it been his choice, she wouldn't have been out there at all; especially now that she had made Voldemort's most wanted list.

Severus stood outside on the stairs, surveying the night sky for any sign of movement, a sickened feeling building in the pit of his stomach when he couldn't see her. Mounting his Firebolt, he set off in the direction of the lake. He was just about to head the other direction when he saw a golden glow high above the trees bordering the lake shore. Was it possible that was Andraste? As he arrived, he was faced with the image of a woman sprawled out, floating in midair as though she was laying on cushions. "Andraste?" he called, shocked at his own feeling of relief at having found her. When she didn't respond, he moved closer and called her name again. "Andi?" The figure shuddered and started falling towards the ground. Severus' stomach dropped as he dove, praying he would catch her before she hit, but she stopped herself 10 meters into the freefall.

"You scared me," she said to Severus once he had pulled out of his dive and flew to her.

"Where is your broom?"

"If it's not obvious that I don't need one..."

"Oh, yes, I mean; it is." This girl had a very frustrating ability to leave him without words.

"Severus, I'm glad your back safely."

"Let's hope you still feel that way in 20 minutes. Dumbledore needs us back in his office."

"I see. In that case, I'll race you back to the castle."

"You're on!" he said and darted back. She took off after him, starting to understand what Slytherin behavior was. Much to his irritation, she caught up with him half way there, and by the time he landed she was putting her hair back in its customary ponytail.

"You cheated and I still won, Professor Snape."

"Severus," he corrected.

"Severus," she said with a smile. It seemed to Andraste that they had finally called a truce.

They walked into Dumbledore's office to find that McGonagall and Lupin had joined them. Albus was the first to speak. "Andi, please sit down. Severus, if you would, please tell everyone about your meeting with Voldemort."

Professor Snape gave a concerned look at Andi, and then began. "I was summoned this evening to answer Voldemort's questions about Andraste." He watched as her head shot up, paying careful attention, but her face betraying no emotions either way. "He wanted to know what her powers were. I confirmed what I knew he would be aware of, as well as being told of one I have not witnessed first hand. He has told me that he wants her brought to him, I assume to try to sway her to the dark side."

"First of all," McGonagall said, "what is this other power?"

"She can apparently morph into anything she wants."

"Is this true, Andraste?" Minerva asked. Andraste leaned forward in her chair, he body melting into a perfect copy of Professor Snape's. "Didn't I just say that, Minerva?" he/she asked and then sat back, returning to her original form. Everyone in the room, except Severus, was laughing.

"And as I just learned, Albus," Snape continued, "She doesn't need a broom to be able to fly."

"Really," the headmaster said, "that's fascinating.

"Let's make this easier on ourselves, shall we?" Remus interrupted, "what can't you do?"

"Make this decision right now," she replied, an edge of sadness haunting her voice. "I hope you all understand, but I need some time to think about this." That being said Andraste stood up and walked out of the room.