Chapter 2
Two hours before the welcoming feast, the faculty of Hogwarts was assembled in the headmaster's office. A warm fire was lit but the otherwise dark room was cast in shadows, attesting to the foreboding feeling that this meeting was already taking on.
Voldemort had risen again, that much had become clear to all the staff members at the end of last term. Most assumed this was to be another meeting concerning student safety; only a few actually realized half of the real meaning behind this gathering of wizarding power.
Minerva McGonnagall sat nervously as close to the fire as she could. Severus watched her with half his attention. She was the only one besides himself, Poppy, and Dumbledore that knew the truth.
From the corner of his other eye, he watched Remus Lupin carefully; wondering curiously at the idle movements of his fingers against the great black dog sitting by his wing backed chair. Severus knew Black had been instructed to stay with Lupin for the remainder of the summer but he was still amazed that the mongrel actually had. When Lupin had entered the meeting with Black trailing by his feet, Severus had been more than a little surprised, and if the gleam in the dog's eyes was any indication, Black was enjoying that fact immensely.
Focusing his attention on something other than the two men--dogs--how did you allow yourself to think concerning an animagus and a werewolf?--he looked around the room from his chair closest to the door.
Poppy was doing her best not to show her excitement at seeing Morganna for the first time in nearly fourteen years. The mediwitch had been a constant by Morganna's side during the long and painful process of healing the child's broken and mending bones. There had come a point where Morganna had to be pronounced dead--the only way to extinguish the last remaining records of her life as Alseeonae Snape. But once her name had been added to The Book of the Dead, she'd been moved to a private room at Hogwarts, where Poppy had single-handedly nursed her back to health. Severus had been more than just a little grateful to the mediwitch, and while he'd been as cold as possible with the other staff, with Poppy, he couldn't help but crack a few meaningful smiles.
To Poppy's right, around the loose half circle, was Edina Hooch. She'd be one of the more surprised of them all by the end of this meeting. Madam Hooch's first year teaching had been Severus's first year at Hogwarts, and she had been one the many who'd attended Mellisson and Alseeonae's funeral.
Flitwick and Sprout sat side by side on one of two couches that decorated the room. They too had attended the funeral, and Severus hoped the couple realized his need for hiding the truth.
Others were there as well. Trelawney sat as far from the others as possible, pretending to meditate out the back window as the sound of the Hogwarts' train could be heard in the distance. Bins hovered with the other four house ghosts, who were asked for their attendance because often times, ghosts could go where even adults were wary to venture. Finch with his blasted cat too were sulking in a corner, and though Severus admired the man's diligence to his trade, he couldn't help remembering how much he'd hated him, growing up in these very halls. Around him, Severus glanced at the paintings and was mildly surprised to see just how many painted people could cram themselves into the twenty or so frames about the room. It appeared as if all of Hogwarts was in attendance, that is everyone except Hagrid and Dumbledore.
Severus had at first refused to allow Hagrid in on this particular secret. Perhaps he was still a bit bitter about the Sorcerer's Stone, but whatever the reason, the fact remained that Hagrid had a tendency to forget things were secrets when presented with rather unusual creatures. But Dumbledore had insisted that Hagrid had a rather unique relationship with Harry, Hermione and Ron, and that that friendship could very well keep Harry Potter and his two closest friends safe. Begrudgingly, Severus had agreed, but didn't dare admit to himself that the idea of harm coming to Hermione had colored a great deal of that allowance.
Hermione. Her name had haunted his nights for the last month, the scent of her still lingering in his memory no matter how much he tried to shove it away. She was fifteen, young and pretty, too intelligent for her own good, and with a quick wit that with age could match his own. She was the stuff of old men's dreams, and therein lay the problem.
She was a child, no mater how much Dumbledore tried to explain otherwise. Liberal use of the time turner had indeed aged Hermione nearly a year and a half, but that made her little more than about seventeen.
Again he ran over the wizarding laws in his head. Long ago, when wizards had first begun to understand the workings of magic, it was quickly determined that not everyone had the gift of magical abilities. It came to pass then, that wizards discovered those born from two with magical abilities were more likely to possess those very same abilities. It was the age of births. As soon as witches were able to bear life they were encouraged to find suitable partners. In the old days, muggle girls of little more than eleven were sold off to become mothers or worse; in the wizarding world, things were at least a bit more advanced.
No child under the age of fourteen was considered of consenting age, but over time, that age was shifted to fourth year of schooling. It was determined that by fourth year, the knowledge of wizarding rights and expectations were firmly engrained, and the now consenting youths were capable of making life decisions. As time moved down its methodic path, the laws stayed the same. Unwanted pregnancies were easily prevented and in the case where a child was conceived aborting potions or even stases charms could be placed, the latter allowing the mother to pick up the pregnancy at a later, more convenient date.
At Hogwarts things weren't much different. Inter-house rules were fairly liberal about sleeping partners, and while pregnancy was not allowed during enrollment, a number of the graduating seventh years were parents within months due to stases charms. Rules between the houses were a bit harder to control and while mixed house relationships weren't discouraged, they were inherently harder. But by their fifth to sixth year, most students intent on such relationships were quietly shown some of the less well known secret passage ways by fellow upper classmen, and so the cycle continued.
These secret passageways had been the way he'd met with Mellisson so many years ago. He'd lamented to Dumbledore about his anger at not being able to see his girlfriend more over one Christmas holiday, and the kind man had smiled, before showing him a few of the rather obscure paths to the Ravenclaw Tower. He smiled to himself, remembering those meetings rather fondly.
But he had been as much a boy as Mellisson had been a girl back then. He'd admittedly had a bit more experience than she, but they'd at least been the same age. With Hermione things were horribly different. To begin, he was her teacher, and while such a thing was frowned upon, it was not considered against the rules. Second was the fact that he was nearly twenty years her senior. But he was of two minds concerning the age gap. The first was that he had no right to even consider claiming her since she was would have been five when he was a quarter century. However, there were things much more important than actual age, and while Hermione was still young, she conducted herself in much the way an early adult would-- making her cognitively far from the danger zone.
But there were other things, things that hurt him now that he considered her something special. She was Harry's friend, and while his hatred of the boy was little more than show for his cover, the fact remained that both were nearly terrified of him. She feared him--the exact thing he'd needed her to do upon becoming Harry's friend, but it still threatened to make him slightly sick to his stomach--the looks of fear she often gave him when he became cold and cruel. He reminded himself that it was for her own protection, but that was little comfort to him now.
Then there was Morganna. She'd be little more than Hermione's age, older or younger perhaps by a few months only. He needed to concentrate on protecting Morganna for the next two to three years. The Fates had been foggy on the exact dates of Harry's emerging talent, but it was expected to happen sometime during their seventh year. It was a long time to be alone now that he'd found a young woman capable of causing more than a general stir in his body. But did he really have a right to ask for anything more, when a large part of everything he was would be focused on caring only for his daughter? He was a man capable of multitasking to its most infinite degree, but he wasn't sure if he could juggle his heart in two drastically different directions.
There was more to consider, but now wasn't the time. During his reverie, the door had opened, and Dumbledore entered, one hand against the softy shaking shoulder of Hagrid.
When Hagrid found Severus's face in the crowd, the sobs became harder.
"Oh, Severus! I's sooooo sssssooooorrrrryyyyyyy!!!" And with a near storming step, Hagrid pulled Severus from his chair and enveloped him in a gigantic bear hug.
Struggling to breath in the half-giants grip, Severus reasoned it best to cater to the man he'd often shared his summers and holidays with.
"Oh, put me down, Rubeus! You're crushing the life out of me!" The last statement seemed to work, and to the astonishment of Lupin and he assumed Black, Severus patted Hagrid on the back. "I thank you for your sentiments, friend."
The room fell silent as the dark and dangerous Professor Severus Snape actually showed kindness to another. Most couldn't remember the last time they'd witnessed such a thing. Then again, most chose not to remember the shy, cocky, but kind boy from Slytherin house. Most hadn't seen him since the night before the Potter's deaths.
Eventually they got Hagrid seated in an oversized chair next to Dumbledore's desk, but the kindly giant was still crying softly mumbling to himself. "…poor li'l thin'…all 'lone…"
When Dumbledore cleared his throat, the room settled down, and the near two hundred total occupants came to attention.
There was a mixture of trepidation and determination in Dumbledore's voice when he began. "To begin, there are some rather pressing matters that need to be disclosed. I make no illusions that most of you will find much of what we are about to tell you hard to believe, but I ask for your patience and your silence until we are through.
"First, I would like to welcome Remus back to Hogwarts. His services as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will undoubtedly be instrumental in preparing the children for Voldemort's return. To that end, I've authorized Remus to begin training the children in more advanced studies, and all seventh years will be learning enough magic to protect themselves, including a few of the unforgivables."
A great murmur came from the faces of the old headmasters as they hung crowded upon the wall. "I understand that none of you would wish the children to know these things, but I feel, for their own safety, they must be taught enough of evil to know how to avoid it
"With Remus's return, is another of our considered lost students. I ask that you all hold yourselves quiet as he presents himself. Sirius, if you will."
With a growl, and the odd wave of magic that can only come from a master animagus, Sirius Black transformed from the great black dog, to a tall lean man with trimmed stylish black hair. His clothing was likewise black, and Severus had the impression that if he'd wanted too, the man could live in shadows without ever being seen. His eyes were still vaguely haunted, and it was with a mask of calculated caution that he gazed upon the gasping faces around the room.
Over the next twenty minutes Black's story was revealed, and Severus watched as Remus softly touched Sirius's back during the tale of his escape. Severus was beginning to see a much clearer picture of the relationship that was now developing between the two old friends, but that was their business, and his was yet to come.
"And there you have it," was Dumbledore's voice a few minutes later. "Sirius cannot hope to travel the halls as long as he is still a wanted man, so he will stay as Remus's pet in his animagus form. I completely trust him with any and all of the children, and I know you all will as well. Offer him your support and in every other respect, stay out of his way." There was little room to argue in Dumbledore's tone of voice, and so the masses wisely chose to remain silent.
During the exchange of outraged and frightened voices which turned resigned and understanding, Black had refrained from looking at him, but as Dumbledore shifted the conversation to him, Black's eyes narrowed into tiny slits that spoke of whispered violence.
He would have offered a sneering grin, but didn't think Dumbledore would appreciate it. Besides, he was counting on Black to help guard Morganna, he didn't have a choice but to make nice. However, he thought triumphantly, at least he'd been the one to have Mellisson, and not the Gryffindor Playboy himself. Mellisson had fallen in love and married him! He was tempted, but refrained, from sticking out his tongue.
"Now friends, I must unfortunately remind you all of the oath you took upon accepting your current positions, be them resident ghosts, paintings, or staff. The information I am about to tell you is so delicate, that were it not for the safety of the individuals involved, I would be forced keep even you--my trusted friends--in the dark. Some of this, many of you know, some do not, so I will start at the beginning."
Dumbledore drew a deep breath, and Severus found himself mimicking the actions of his mentor as he prepared himself for the secret driving force of his existence to be unveiled.
"Many years ago, before Tom Riddle was even born, one of the legendary Fates came to the council of Magic and sought entrance. At first the grotesquely ugly creature was refused admittance, her appearance too horrible to look upon. But as it happened, one of the elders remembered her kind and allowed her to enter. The creature was dying, and with her few remaining breaths, she exhaled a prophecy that is now upon is:
"Beyond the realm of magic,
Past the vaulted gate,
Through the shadows of the darkness,
The serpent will await.
The weapon hides inside the boy,
The mark of death upon his head
Who can slay the serpent.
Arisen from its den.
But child with the faulty eyes,
And courage of the Lion,
No weapon can be handled
Without the aid of trial
Enter child from my womb,
Of beauty undefined
For she will be the Fatemuse
For the weapon deep inside.
Meet they will, and meet they must,
Like night to shadow's day,
And awaken the winged Lion,
As the Fatemuse begins to pray.
Wary Wizards all you be,
For evil comes to stay,
And but the light of children
Will come to save the day.
"It is an old prophesy, one that laid hidden in the Ministry catacombs for over five hundred years. But I fear the resemblance to the situation now is quite clear, at least upon a cursory examination.
"Voldemort is the serpent from beyond the realm of darkness, meaning he is from the muggle world. And young Harry Potter is none other than the boy with the mark of death upon his head. But the prophecy offers hope, stating clearly that Harry holds within himself some type of weapon against Voldemort. However, it is equally clear that something is required to unlock this weapon, and it is refereed to as the Fatemuse.
"Long ago, stories were told of a breed of creatures called Fatemuse's. These creatures had the ability to causes fate to take place by unlocking the hidden abilities inside of the beings around them. Most believe they were little more than legend, and sadly few remember them at all. However these great beings are refereed to in the prophecy and so it must be believed that if Harry Potter and Voldemort are both here, then so too is the Fatemuse."
Dumbledore paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Some of you, are no doubt, wondering how the original connection was made between this ancient prophecy and Harry. About seventeen years ago, a Fate managed to kidnap two of our students, one Lily Evans and Mellisson Acarda. The two girls were eventually rescued, but they told a rather confusing if not poignant tale upon their return.
"As it happened, this Fate too was about to die, but as it began to breath its last, it moved and softly placed a hand upon Lily's belly, telling her, her son would defeat the serpent one day. Then, the creature placed its other hand upon Mellisson's stomach, and foretold that she would bear the key to that defeat.
"When both children were returned they came to me seeking guidance. We found the prophecy and quickly associated it with the rise of Voldemort to power over the last few decades.
"That is what most of you do not know. What you do know is that Lily bore a son, Harry Potter; and that Mellisson bore a daughter, Alseeonae Snape." Severus tried unsuccessfully to ignore the looks of sad eyed pity that came his way at the mention of his wife and daughter. "The Ministry chose not to reveal the importance of both children to the public, and only a very tiny group of individuals knew of the children's significance."
Dumbledore continued. "However, while the public knew nothing about the prophecy, Voldemort learned of it, and quickly identified Harry through his Death Eater spies. On the now famous night, Voldemort struck and killed Lily and James, but was defeated by some mysterious power so that Harry managed to survive--the legendary scar upon his head. Further, on that same night, Mellisson and her daughter were killed as well, meaning Harry Potter's Fatemuse, the being able to release the weapon to destroy Voldemort, had died.
"But I get ahead of myself. Most of you think you know how the Ministry was able to learn of Voldemort's planned strike, if not too late. That I believe, is a fact that needs to be remedied right now."
Turning his warm eyes and understanding smile upon Severus, Dumbledore's voice was smooth and calming as he spoke. "Popular belief holds Severus as a traitor, a Death Eater by choice. But the truth is, that from the beginning Severus was a spy not for the Ministry, but for me." A murmur flew across the room, and Severus allowed himself a moments weakness to close his eyes against their suddenly understanding faces. "I asked Severus to join Voldemort's group before I truly understood the dangers inherent in that fact, otherwise I would have died before allow him anywhere near those vial individuals."
The venom and self-loathing in Dumbledore's voice forced Severus to open his eyes and look deeply into the shame of his mentor's gaze. He spoke without meaning too. "Once I was there, there was no choice but to continue, you know that Albus. Voldemort never hesitated to kill anyone he thought might betray him; I was safer as your spy than if I'd tried to run."
In the silence of that confession, Dumbledore cleared his throat and began again. "The fact remains that unlike many believe, Severus never betrayed us, and has been keeping the guise of a defaulted Death Eater all this time for only one reason, and one reason only: On the night Mellisson Snape died, her daughter Alseeonae did not, Harry Potter's Fatemuse did not die."
From the corner of Albus's desk, came the wailing sound of Hagrid's tears, and Severus quickly looked up into the tear filled and stunned eyes of Remus Lupin as the truth slowly sunk in.
"On that night, it is believe that Voldemort began at Snape Manor, casting Cruciatus on Alseeonae, and then killing Mellisson with Avada Kedavra, using the mother's body to crush the child." Severus couldn't help it, he winced, covering his eyes with the palm of his right hand. Dumbledore saw and paused, allowing him the time he needed to collect himself before continuing at his nod.
"When Severus and Moody arrived however, they found Alseeonae still alive. Through great effort and a very heart wrenching and painful recovery, Alseeonae survived Voldemort's attack."
Black's dog like growl came from the corner by Lupin. "You mean to tell me, that Harry's Fatemuse has been alive all this time! Where is she then?!"
Severus felt the anger rise in him, and in a flash he was on his feet, murder in his eyes.
"How dare you--"
But Black stood as well, poised for a fight. "What's the matter, Snape, get tired of playing daddy?"
The cry was purely animalistic, and in one great leap, Severus was upon Black, his hands finding their mark easily. From some distant corner of his mind, he heard Dumbledore shouting, and felt Lupin's hands desperately trying to separate them. His wand was forgotten, he didn't need it. All he needed were his hands and the feel of bruising flesh below them.
It took three of them, including Hagrid to pull Severus from Black's bleeding face, and as the portraits watched in silent horror, Severus allowed over a decade of truths and horrors to spill from his lips.
"You filthy bastard! I died a little every day knowing Morganna wasn't with me! That because of me, Mellisson and my daughter would never be with me again! I had no choice! Keep Morganna with me and the Death Eaters would know she was still alive! Everyone knew Harry Potter lived, if they knew Morganna was still here as well, they would have stopped at nothing to destroy her, to keep her from giving Potter what he needed to kill the Dark Lord Voldemort!" Suddenly, the fight left him, and in a sob his muscles gave out.
When he spoke again, it was with the haunting timber of a lost man. "Mellisson believe in the old traditions. So we named our daughter, our beautiful little girl Alseeonae Morganna Snape, and as tradition dictates told no one outside our family her middle name. At home we used it often." He choked on a sob. "Mellisson used to sing to her--my little baby girl…"
The room stood in silent readiness for Severus to continue. Black, who now had a pained and haunted look upon his face seemed enraptured by Severus's continued recount.
"He hurt her so badly that when I found her I thought she was dead, crushed beneath the crib and Mellisson's body. But she finally started to whimper, and at the hospital…gods below, some days I think it was my greatest crime to force her to live.
"Broken bones, punctured abdomen, and nothing, not a damn thing could be done to speed up the process." He turned his tear-streaked face upon Black who recoiled at the sight. Severus's voice took on a painful desperate yell. "Not a damn thing could be done for the pain, not a thing! She cried day and night, night and day and still there wasn't anything I could do! The pain would cause her to move and then the bones wouldn't set right, so that they had to be re-broken and mended again--tortuously again. I couldn't hold her, couldn't touch her! I sat by her crib and cried with her, cried harder when the pain became too much, when she was so exhausted that all she could do was whimper and let tears fall from her eyes! I watched that for six months, Black! Six months I watched my only child suffer in ways no child should ever suffer! I did it all, knowing my wife was dead, and that there was no way I could keep my daughter with me! So don't you dare talk to me about being a father!"
The fight was gone from him again, so that with a gentle tug, he found himself in a tight hug provided by Albus. Over his shoulder, he heard Remus's cold voice talking angrily to Black.
Eventually, Severus was moved back to his chair, and Black was grudgingly and painfully cleaned up by Madam Pomfrey. When the room again fell silent, Severus chose to speak.
His voice was low, the sound of tears still behind his usual calm coldness. "No one knew we called her Morganna, that is the nature of a Secret Name. So when I realized she could no longer stay safely with me, I went to Albus. He arranged for Morganna to be fostered to Arabella Figg in the States. My spying cover involved an illegitimate brother over there, and Alseeonae Snape, became Morganna Michaels. Her parents were supposedly killed in an automobile accident, and Arabella was to be her mother's sister, taking care of her. And I--I was to be the distant but affectionate uncle. The man who received two calls a week from his beautiful niece." He paused again, the bitterness hard to work around.
"However, with Voldemort's return, Morganna's safety could not be guaranteed. Her safety has already been completely compromised by her chosen lifestyle." He stopped, not knowing exactly how to explain it all.
Dumbledore stepped in for him. "Morganna is a rather famous individual, though it's true no one knows her by that name. Famous both inside the wizarding world and the Muggle, she goes by the name of Mellisson, a pop singer if I have my music vocabulary correct."
"Mellisson?!" This from Flitwick, who quickly looked sorry he'd said anything before pressing forward. "I heard a few of the students talking about her music last term. She is rather famous to have made it all the way out to Hogwarts from the States."
Dumbledore nodded. "Morganna is a very gifted young woman, but the fact remains that her career poses a great threat to everyone. Her public profile means she could not simply be pulled underground. In the end, I worked with her current headmaster to devise an exchange program. Morganna will attend Hogwarts from now until her graduation, so that she can remain protected on the grounds.
"The rather difficult part of all this is that she has many obligations that would draw more attention to her if she were to miss. Currently she's scheduled for a multitude of public appearances both inside and out of the muggle world, not to mention something the children call, music videos. Then following the school year, she is to embark on a world tour, which she assures me, will be very…phat." He smiled, remember her energetic comments over tea the other day. "This all brings us to one single fact, Morganna's true identity cannot be known. Should anyone discover who she really is, there is no doubt that Voldemort will stop at nothing to have her killed, just as he relentlessly pursues young Mr. Potter. The ultimate worry is that because Morganna is more of a public figure, should Voldemort find out about her true lineage, she will be an easy target for him."
Stopping, Dumbledore turned to them and fielded as many of the barrage of questions as he could, sparing Severus the need to answer some of the more personal ones.
Eventually, the questions became more and more halted as the inhabitants of Hogwarts suddenly realized the two most powerful and important children in the known world were now completely at their mercy to protect.
When there was nothing more to be said, Dumbledore found something else. With a smile on his face, he turned back to the faculty. "There is one final thing before I allow Minerva to gather Harry and Hermione from the throngs of students." He looked pointedly at Remus and Sirius. "I admit that Harry will be most please to learn of your return. He and Hermione will need to be instructed to remain silent concerning you, Sirius, but both children seem to understand the meaning of discretion."
Lupin interrupted him. "Sir, I don't understand why Hermione needs to be dragged into this."
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "That leads me directly into my last item, Remus. Morganna has made some rather interesting choices for her life, and due to her success, her previous headmaster saw fit to allow her some…extra leeway. To summarize, Miss Michaels," and from his use of her now standard name, those in the office knew her hiding at Hogwarts had begun. "Managed to fail all but her Potions class, last year. Now, American school systems are a bit different from ours, so she does have the opportunity to make up her last year's work. Therefore, her uncle and I," again the friendly reminder of Severus's place in all of this, "have enlisted the aid of Miss Granger--newly appointed prefect--to tutor Miss Michaels in her fourth year subjects."
Dumbledore's expression turned secretive for a moment. "I'm sure I don't have to remind you that we have no idea exactly when Harry Potter's Fatemuse will enable him to use this weapon to destroy Voldemort. Also, while the two children played together as babies, we have no idea if the prophecy will affect their more adult interactions. Some speculated that it will be very much like souls meeting for the first time, as if they will instantly fall in love; while still others don't believe anything will happen until the appropriate time. But what does seem imperative, is that Morganna and Harry have some kind of link between them, and it has been determined that Miss Granger will fill that role rather nicely."
He allowed them to consider this new information for a bit before turning to Minerva and then Hagrid. "My dear, if you'll be so kind as to find and escort Mr. Potter and Miss Granger here that would be most appreciated; and Hagrid, I do believe there are some first years that require a guide across the lake this evening."
They rose and left the office, followed closely by most of the painted people, as they went to assume their places in their own frames. Finch and the ghosts took their leave as well, so that in the end, only the faculty remained.
Severus was still trying to recover from his earlier outbursts, when Dumbledore addressed him.
"Severus, perhaps now would be a good time for you to go down to the dungeons and prepare Morganna for her upcoming sorting. I must admit, I'm curious as to which house she'll be placed in tonight." Severus found that not a part of him cared with house his daughter--niece! He had to remember to think of her still as his niece! Which house she was placed in. All he wanted was for her happiness.
He rose and moved towards the door when Albus's voice called him back. "Take a walk around the halls, Severus, then gather her and bring her back here. If we're going to be watching her every move, then we should at least come up with a convincing lie about the faculty needing to keep an eye on her due to her public status." Reasoning that was as good an excuse as any, Severus nodded before exiting the room.
In his absence, Dumbledore's expression turned colder than anyone had ever seen it as his eyes fixated upon Black. The once considered criminal cringed under the powerfully enraged look. "I trust, Mr. Black, that you are now satisfied with Severus's answer to your horrific innuendo." Black nodded hesitantly. "I suggest you never allow such comments again. I abhor those that play favorites, but Severus is like a son to me, and I will not abide by such thoughtless comments again. This is clear to you?" Black nodded again. "Good. I am under no delusion that you and Severus will ever forgive each other for the past, but for Morganna and Harry's sakes, I suggest you put your best efforts forward. I would expect nothing less from James Potter's best friend."
And with that parting comment, Dumbledore sat back in his chair and turned the smile back on. With a flick of his wand he levitated the candy dish over to where Black was sitting, huddled halfway between the back of the chair and Remus's unrelenting frame. "Lemon Drop?"
Two hours before the welcoming feast, the faculty of Hogwarts was assembled in the headmaster's office. A warm fire was lit but the otherwise dark room was cast in shadows, attesting to the foreboding feeling that this meeting was already taking on.
Voldemort had risen again, that much had become clear to all the staff members at the end of last term. Most assumed this was to be another meeting concerning student safety; only a few actually realized half of the real meaning behind this gathering of wizarding power.
Minerva McGonnagall sat nervously as close to the fire as she could. Severus watched her with half his attention. She was the only one besides himself, Poppy, and Dumbledore that knew the truth.
From the corner of his other eye, he watched Remus Lupin carefully; wondering curiously at the idle movements of his fingers against the great black dog sitting by his wing backed chair. Severus knew Black had been instructed to stay with Lupin for the remainder of the summer but he was still amazed that the mongrel actually had. When Lupin had entered the meeting with Black trailing by his feet, Severus had been more than a little surprised, and if the gleam in the dog's eyes was any indication, Black was enjoying that fact immensely.
Focusing his attention on something other than the two men--dogs--how did you allow yourself to think concerning an animagus and a werewolf?--he looked around the room from his chair closest to the door.
Poppy was doing her best not to show her excitement at seeing Morganna for the first time in nearly fourteen years. The mediwitch had been a constant by Morganna's side during the long and painful process of healing the child's broken and mending bones. There had come a point where Morganna had to be pronounced dead--the only way to extinguish the last remaining records of her life as Alseeonae Snape. But once her name had been added to The Book of the Dead, she'd been moved to a private room at Hogwarts, where Poppy had single-handedly nursed her back to health. Severus had been more than just a little grateful to the mediwitch, and while he'd been as cold as possible with the other staff, with Poppy, he couldn't help but crack a few meaningful smiles.
To Poppy's right, around the loose half circle, was Edina Hooch. She'd be one of the more surprised of them all by the end of this meeting. Madam Hooch's first year teaching had been Severus's first year at Hogwarts, and she had been one the many who'd attended Mellisson and Alseeonae's funeral.
Flitwick and Sprout sat side by side on one of two couches that decorated the room. They too had attended the funeral, and Severus hoped the couple realized his need for hiding the truth.
Others were there as well. Trelawney sat as far from the others as possible, pretending to meditate out the back window as the sound of the Hogwarts' train could be heard in the distance. Bins hovered with the other four house ghosts, who were asked for their attendance because often times, ghosts could go where even adults were wary to venture. Finch with his blasted cat too were sulking in a corner, and though Severus admired the man's diligence to his trade, he couldn't help remembering how much he'd hated him, growing up in these very halls. Around him, Severus glanced at the paintings and was mildly surprised to see just how many painted people could cram themselves into the twenty or so frames about the room. It appeared as if all of Hogwarts was in attendance, that is everyone except Hagrid and Dumbledore.
Severus had at first refused to allow Hagrid in on this particular secret. Perhaps he was still a bit bitter about the Sorcerer's Stone, but whatever the reason, the fact remained that Hagrid had a tendency to forget things were secrets when presented with rather unusual creatures. But Dumbledore had insisted that Hagrid had a rather unique relationship with Harry, Hermione and Ron, and that that friendship could very well keep Harry Potter and his two closest friends safe. Begrudgingly, Severus had agreed, but didn't dare admit to himself that the idea of harm coming to Hermione had colored a great deal of that allowance.
Hermione. Her name had haunted his nights for the last month, the scent of her still lingering in his memory no matter how much he tried to shove it away. She was fifteen, young and pretty, too intelligent for her own good, and with a quick wit that with age could match his own. She was the stuff of old men's dreams, and therein lay the problem.
She was a child, no mater how much Dumbledore tried to explain otherwise. Liberal use of the time turner had indeed aged Hermione nearly a year and a half, but that made her little more than about seventeen.
Again he ran over the wizarding laws in his head. Long ago, when wizards had first begun to understand the workings of magic, it was quickly determined that not everyone had the gift of magical abilities. It came to pass then, that wizards discovered those born from two with magical abilities were more likely to possess those very same abilities. It was the age of births. As soon as witches were able to bear life they were encouraged to find suitable partners. In the old days, muggle girls of little more than eleven were sold off to become mothers or worse; in the wizarding world, things were at least a bit more advanced.
No child under the age of fourteen was considered of consenting age, but over time, that age was shifted to fourth year of schooling. It was determined that by fourth year, the knowledge of wizarding rights and expectations were firmly engrained, and the now consenting youths were capable of making life decisions. As time moved down its methodic path, the laws stayed the same. Unwanted pregnancies were easily prevented and in the case where a child was conceived aborting potions or even stases charms could be placed, the latter allowing the mother to pick up the pregnancy at a later, more convenient date.
At Hogwarts things weren't much different. Inter-house rules were fairly liberal about sleeping partners, and while pregnancy was not allowed during enrollment, a number of the graduating seventh years were parents within months due to stases charms. Rules between the houses were a bit harder to control and while mixed house relationships weren't discouraged, they were inherently harder. But by their fifth to sixth year, most students intent on such relationships were quietly shown some of the less well known secret passage ways by fellow upper classmen, and so the cycle continued.
These secret passageways had been the way he'd met with Mellisson so many years ago. He'd lamented to Dumbledore about his anger at not being able to see his girlfriend more over one Christmas holiday, and the kind man had smiled, before showing him a few of the rather obscure paths to the Ravenclaw Tower. He smiled to himself, remembering those meetings rather fondly.
But he had been as much a boy as Mellisson had been a girl back then. He'd admittedly had a bit more experience than she, but they'd at least been the same age. With Hermione things were horribly different. To begin, he was her teacher, and while such a thing was frowned upon, it was not considered against the rules. Second was the fact that he was nearly twenty years her senior. But he was of two minds concerning the age gap. The first was that he had no right to even consider claiming her since she was would have been five when he was a quarter century. However, there were things much more important than actual age, and while Hermione was still young, she conducted herself in much the way an early adult would-- making her cognitively far from the danger zone.
But there were other things, things that hurt him now that he considered her something special. She was Harry's friend, and while his hatred of the boy was little more than show for his cover, the fact remained that both were nearly terrified of him. She feared him--the exact thing he'd needed her to do upon becoming Harry's friend, but it still threatened to make him slightly sick to his stomach--the looks of fear she often gave him when he became cold and cruel. He reminded himself that it was for her own protection, but that was little comfort to him now.
Then there was Morganna. She'd be little more than Hermione's age, older or younger perhaps by a few months only. He needed to concentrate on protecting Morganna for the next two to three years. The Fates had been foggy on the exact dates of Harry's emerging talent, but it was expected to happen sometime during their seventh year. It was a long time to be alone now that he'd found a young woman capable of causing more than a general stir in his body. But did he really have a right to ask for anything more, when a large part of everything he was would be focused on caring only for his daughter? He was a man capable of multitasking to its most infinite degree, but he wasn't sure if he could juggle his heart in two drastically different directions.
There was more to consider, but now wasn't the time. During his reverie, the door had opened, and Dumbledore entered, one hand against the softy shaking shoulder of Hagrid.
When Hagrid found Severus's face in the crowd, the sobs became harder.
"Oh, Severus! I's sooooo sssssooooorrrrryyyyyyy!!!" And with a near storming step, Hagrid pulled Severus from his chair and enveloped him in a gigantic bear hug.
Struggling to breath in the half-giants grip, Severus reasoned it best to cater to the man he'd often shared his summers and holidays with.
"Oh, put me down, Rubeus! You're crushing the life out of me!" The last statement seemed to work, and to the astonishment of Lupin and he assumed Black, Severus patted Hagrid on the back. "I thank you for your sentiments, friend."
The room fell silent as the dark and dangerous Professor Severus Snape actually showed kindness to another. Most couldn't remember the last time they'd witnessed such a thing. Then again, most chose not to remember the shy, cocky, but kind boy from Slytherin house. Most hadn't seen him since the night before the Potter's deaths.
Eventually they got Hagrid seated in an oversized chair next to Dumbledore's desk, but the kindly giant was still crying softly mumbling to himself. "…poor li'l thin'…all 'lone…"
When Dumbledore cleared his throat, the room settled down, and the near two hundred total occupants came to attention.
There was a mixture of trepidation and determination in Dumbledore's voice when he began. "To begin, there are some rather pressing matters that need to be disclosed. I make no illusions that most of you will find much of what we are about to tell you hard to believe, but I ask for your patience and your silence until we are through.
"First, I would like to welcome Remus back to Hogwarts. His services as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will undoubtedly be instrumental in preparing the children for Voldemort's return. To that end, I've authorized Remus to begin training the children in more advanced studies, and all seventh years will be learning enough magic to protect themselves, including a few of the unforgivables."
A great murmur came from the faces of the old headmasters as they hung crowded upon the wall. "I understand that none of you would wish the children to know these things, but I feel, for their own safety, they must be taught enough of evil to know how to avoid it
"With Remus's return, is another of our considered lost students. I ask that you all hold yourselves quiet as he presents himself. Sirius, if you will."
With a growl, and the odd wave of magic that can only come from a master animagus, Sirius Black transformed from the great black dog, to a tall lean man with trimmed stylish black hair. His clothing was likewise black, and Severus had the impression that if he'd wanted too, the man could live in shadows without ever being seen. His eyes were still vaguely haunted, and it was with a mask of calculated caution that he gazed upon the gasping faces around the room.
Over the next twenty minutes Black's story was revealed, and Severus watched as Remus softly touched Sirius's back during the tale of his escape. Severus was beginning to see a much clearer picture of the relationship that was now developing between the two old friends, but that was their business, and his was yet to come.
"And there you have it," was Dumbledore's voice a few minutes later. "Sirius cannot hope to travel the halls as long as he is still a wanted man, so he will stay as Remus's pet in his animagus form. I completely trust him with any and all of the children, and I know you all will as well. Offer him your support and in every other respect, stay out of his way." There was little room to argue in Dumbledore's tone of voice, and so the masses wisely chose to remain silent.
During the exchange of outraged and frightened voices which turned resigned and understanding, Black had refrained from looking at him, but as Dumbledore shifted the conversation to him, Black's eyes narrowed into tiny slits that spoke of whispered violence.
He would have offered a sneering grin, but didn't think Dumbledore would appreciate it. Besides, he was counting on Black to help guard Morganna, he didn't have a choice but to make nice. However, he thought triumphantly, at least he'd been the one to have Mellisson, and not the Gryffindor Playboy himself. Mellisson had fallen in love and married him! He was tempted, but refrained, from sticking out his tongue.
"Now friends, I must unfortunately remind you all of the oath you took upon accepting your current positions, be them resident ghosts, paintings, or staff. The information I am about to tell you is so delicate, that were it not for the safety of the individuals involved, I would be forced keep even you--my trusted friends--in the dark. Some of this, many of you know, some do not, so I will start at the beginning."
Dumbledore drew a deep breath, and Severus found himself mimicking the actions of his mentor as he prepared himself for the secret driving force of his existence to be unveiled.
"Many years ago, before Tom Riddle was even born, one of the legendary Fates came to the council of Magic and sought entrance. At first the grotesquely ugly creature was refused admittance, her appearance too horrible to look upon. But as it happened, one of the elders remembered her kind and allowed her to enter. The creature was dying, and with her few remaining breaths, she exhaled a prophecy that is now upon is:
"Beyond the realm of magic,
Past the vaulted gate,
Through the shadows of the darkness,
The serpent will await.
The weapon hides inside the boy,
The mark of death upon his head
Who can slay the serpent.
Arisen from its den.
But child with the faulty eyes,
And courage of the Lion,
No weapon can be handled
Without the aid of trial
Enter child from my womb,
Of beauty undefined
For she will be the Fatemuse
For the weapon deep inside.
Meet they will, and meet they must,
Like night to shadow's day,
And awaken the winged Lion,
As the Fatemuse begins to pray.
Wary Wizards all you be,
For evil comes to stay,
And but the light of children
Will come to save the day.
"It is an old prophesy, one that laid hidden in the Ministry catacombs for over five hundred years. But I fear the resemblance to the situation now is quite clear, at least upon a cursory examination.
"Voldemort is the serpent from beyond the realm of darkness, meaning he is from the muggle world. And young Harry Potter is none other than the boy with the mark of death upon his head. But the prophecy offers hope, stating clearly that Harry holds within himself some type of weapon against Voldemort. However, it is equally clear that something is required to unlock this weapon, and it is refereed to as the Fatemuse.
"Long ago, stories were told of a breed of creatures called Fatemuse's. These creatures had the ability to causes fate to take place by unlocking the hidden abilities inside of the beings around them. Most believe they were little more than legend, and sadly few remember them at all. However these great beings are refereed to in the prophecy and so it must be believed that if Harry Potter and Voldemort are both here, then so too is the Fatemuse."
Dumbledore paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Some of you, are no doubt, wondering how the original connection was made between this ancient prophecy and Harry. About seventeen years ago, a Fate managed to kidnap two of our students, one Lily Evans and Mellisson Acarda. The two girls were eventually rescued, but they told a rather confusing if not poignant tale upon their return.
"As it happened, this Fate too was about to die, but as it began to breath its last, it moved and softly placed a hand upon Lily's belly, telling her, her son would defeat the serpent one day. Then, the creature placed its other hand upon Mellisson's stomach, and foretold that she would bear the key to that defeat.
"When both children were returned they came to me seeking guidance. We found the prophecy and quickly associated it with the rise of Voldemort to power over the last few decades.
"That is what most of you do not know. What you do know is that Lily bore a son, Harry Potter; and that Mellisson bore a daughter, Alseeonae Snape." Severus tried unsuccessfully to ignore the looks of sad eyed pity that came his way at the mention of his wife and daughter. "The Ministry chose not to reveal the importance of both children to the public, and only a very tiny group of individuals knew of the children's significance."
Dumbledore continued. "However, while the public knew nothing about the prophecy, Voldemort learned of it, and quickly identified Harry through his Death Eater spies. On the now famous night, Voldemort struck and killed Lily and James, but was defeated by some mysterious power so that Harry managed to survive--the legendary scar upon his head. Further, on that same night, Mellisson and her daughter were killed as well, meaning Harry Potter's Fatemuse, the being able to release the weapon to destroy Voldemort, had died.
"But I get ahead of myself. Most of you think you know how the Ministry was able to learn of Voldemort's planned strike, if not too late. That I believe, is a fact that needs to be remedied right now."
Turning his warm eyes and understanding smile upon Severus, Dumbledore's voice was smooth and calming as he spoke. "Popular belief holds Severus as a traitor, a Death Eater by choice. But the truth is, that from the beginning Severus was a spy not for the Ministry, but for me." A murmur flew across the room, and Severus allowed himself a moments weakness to close his eyes against their suddenly understanding faces. "I asked Severus to join Voldemort's group before I truly understood the dangers inherent in that fact, otherwise I would have died before allow him anywhere near those vial individuals."
The venom and self-loathing in Dumbledore's voice forced Severus to open his eyes and look deeply into the shame of his mentor's gaze. He spoke without meaning too. "Once I was there, there was no choice but to continue, you know that Albus. Voldemort never hesitated to kill anyone he thought might betray him; I was safer as your spy than if I'd tried to run."
In the silence of that confession, Dumbledore cleared his throat and began again. "The fact remains that unlike many believe, Severus never betrayed us, and has been keeping the guise of a defaulted Death Eater all this time for only one reason, and one reason only: On the night Mellisson Snape died, her daughter Alseeonae did not, Harry Potter's Fatemuse did not die."
From the corner of Albus's desk, came the wailing sound of Hagrid's tears, and Severus quickly looked up into the tear filled and stunned eyes of Remus Lupin as the truth slowly sunk in.
"On that night, it is believe that Voldemort began at Snape Manor, casting Cruciatus on Alseeonae, and then killing Mellisson with Avada Kedavra, using the mother's body to crush the child." Severus couldn't help it, he winced, covering his eyes with the palm of his right hand. Dumbledore saw and paused, allowing him the time he needed to collect himself before continuing at his nod.
"When Severus and Moody arrived however, they found Alseeonae still alive. Through great effort and a very heart wrenching and painful recovery, Alseeonae survived Voldemort's attack."
Black's dog like growl came from the corner by Lupin. "You mean to tell me, that Harry's Fatemuse has been alive all this time! Where is she then?!"
Severus felt the anger rise in him, and in a flash he was on his feet, murder in his eyes.
"How dare you--"
But Black stood as well, poised for a fight. "What's the matter, Snape, get tired of playing daddy?"
The cry was purely animalistic, and in one great leap, Severus was upon Black, his hands finding their mark easily. From some distant corner of his mind, he heard Dumbledore shouting, and felt Lupin's hands desperately trying to separate them. His wand was forgotten, he didn't need it. All he needed were his hands and the feel of bruising flesh below them.
It took three of them, including Hagrid to pull Severus from Black's bleeding face, and as the portraits watched in silent horror, Severus allowed over a decade of truths and horrors to spill from his lips.
"You filthy bastard! I died a little every day knowing Morganna wasn't with me! That because of me, Mellisson and my daughter would never be with me again! I had no choice! Keep Morganna with me and the Death Eaters would know she was still alive! Everyone knew Harry Potter lived, if they knew Morganna was still here as well, they would have stopped at nothing to destroy her, to keep her from giving Potter what he needed to kill the Dark Lord Voldemort!" Suddenly, the fight left him, and in a sob his muscles gave out.
When he spoke again, it was with the haunting timber of a lost man. "Mellisson believe in the old traditions. So we named our daughter, our beautiful little girl Alseeonae Morganna Snape, and as tradition dictates told no one outside our family her middle name. At home we used it often." He choked on a sob. "Mellisson used to sing to her--my little baby girl…"
The room stood in silent readiness for Severus to continue. Black, who now had a pained and haunted look upon his face seemed enraptured by Severus's continued recount.
"He hurt her so badly that when I found her I thought she was dead, crushed beneath the crib and Mellisson's body. But she finally started to whimper, and at the hospital…gods below, some days I think it was my greatest crime to force her to live.
"Broken bones, punctured abdomen, and nothing, not a damn thing could be done to speed up the process." He turned his tear-streaked face upon Black who recoiled at the sight. Severus's voice took on a painful desperate yell. "Not a damn thing could be done for the pain, not a thing! She cried day and night, night and day and still there wasn't anything I could do! The pain would cause her to move and then the bones wouldn't set right, so that they had to be re-broken and mended again--tortuously again. I couldn't hold her, couldn't touch her! I sat by her crib and cried with her, cried harder when the pain became too much, when she was so exhausted that all she could do was whimper and let tears fall from her eyes! I watched that for six months, Black! Six months I watched my only child suffer in ways no child should ever suffer! I did it all, knowing my wife was dead, and that there was no way I could keep my daughter with me! So don't you dare talk to me about being a father!"
The fight was gone from him again, so that with a gentle tug, he found himself in a tight hug provided by Albus. Over his shoulder, he heard Remus's cold voice talking angrily to Black.
Eventually, Severus was moved back to his chair, and Black was grudgingly and painfully cleaned up by Madam Pomfrey. When the room again fell silent, Severus chose to speak.
His voice was low, the sound of tears still behind his usual calm coldness. "No one knew we called her Morganna, that is the nature of a Secret Name. So when I realized she could no longer stay safely with me, I went to Albus. He arranged for Morganna to be fostered to Arabella Figg in the States. My spying cover involved an illegitimate brother over there, and Alseeonae Snape, became Morganna Michaels. Her parents were supposedly killed in an automobile accident, and Arabella was to be her mother's sister, taking care of her. And I--I was to be the distant but affectionate uncle. The man who received two calls a week from his beautiful niece." He paused again, the bitterness hard to work around.
"However, with Voldemort's return, Morganna's safety could not be guaranteed. Her safety has already been completely compromised by her chosen lifestyle." He stopped, not knowing exactly how to explain it all.
Dumbledore stepped in for him. "Morganna is a rather famous individual, though it's true no one knows her by that name. Famous both inside the wizarding world and the Muggle, she goes by the name of Mellisson, a pop singer if I have my music vocabulary correct."
"Mellisson?!" This from Flitwick, who quickly looked sorry he'd said anything before pressing forward. "I heard a few of the students talking about her music last term. She is rather famous to have made it all the way out to Hogwarts from the States."
Dumbledore nodded. "Morganna is a very gifted young woman, but the fact remains that her career poses a great threat to everyone. Her public profile means she could not simply be pulled underground. In the end, I worked with her current headmaster to devise an exchange program. Morganna will attend Hogwarts from now until her graduation, so that she can remain protected on the grounds.
"The rather difficult part of all this is that she has many obligations that would draw more attention to her if she were to miss. Currently she's scheduled for a multitude of public appearances both inside and out of the muggle world, not to mention something the children call, music videos. Then following the school year, she is to embark on a world tour, which she assures me, will be very…phat." He smiled, remember her energetic comments over tea the other day. "This all brings us to one single fact, Morganna's true identity cannot be known. Should anyone discover who she really is, there is no doubt that Voldemort will stop at nothing to have her killed, just as he relentlessly pursues young Mr. Potter. The ultimate worry is that because Morganna is more of a public figure, should Voldemort find out about her true lineage, she will be an easy target for him."
Stopping, Dumbledore turned to them and fielded as many of the barrage of questions as he could, sparing Severus the need to answer some of the more personal ones.
Eventually, the questions became more and more halted as the inhabitants of Hogwarts suddenly realized the two most powerful and important children in the known world were now completely at their mercy to protect.
When there was nothing more to be said, Dumbledore found something else. With a smile on his face, he turned back to the faculty. "There is one final thing before I allow Minerva to gather Harry and Hermione from the throngs of students." He looked pointedly at Remus and Sirius. "I admit that Harry will be most please to learn of your return. He and Hermione will need to be instructed to remain silent concerning you, Sirius, but both children seem to understand the meaning of discretion."
Lupin interrupted him. "Sir, I don't understand why Hermione needs to be dragged into this."
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "That leads me directly into my last item, Remus. Morganna has made some rather interesting choices for her life, and due to her success, her previous headmaster saw fit to allow her some…extra leeway. To summarize, Miss Michaels," and from his use of her now standard name, those in the office knew her hiding at Hogwarts had begun. "Managed to fail all but her Potions class, last year. Now, American school systems are a bit different from ours, so she does have the opportunity to make up her last year's work. Therefore, her uncle and I," again the friendly reminder of Severus's place in all of this, "have enlisted the aid of Miss Granger--newly appointed prefect--to tutor Miss Michaels in her fourth year subjects."
Dumbledore's expression turned secretive for a moment. "I'm sure I don't have to remind you that we have no idea exactly when Harry Potter's Fatemuse will enable him to use this weapon to destroy Voldemort. Also, while the two children played together as babies, we have no idea if the prophecy will affect their more adult interactions. Some speculated that it will be very much like souls meeting for the first time, as if they will instantly fall in love; while still others don't believe anything will happen until the appropriate time. But what does seem imperative, is that Morganna and Harry have some kind of link between them, and it has been determined that Miss Granger will fill that role rather nicely."
He allowed them to consider this new information for a bit before turning to Minerva and then Hagrid. "My dear, if you'll be so kind as to find and escort Mr. Potter and Miss Granger here that would be most appreciated; and Hagrid, I do believe there are some first years that require a guide across the lake this evening."
They rose and left the office, followed closely by most of the painted people, as they went to assume their places in their own frames. Finch and the ghosts took their leave as well, so that in the end, only the faculty remained.
Severus was still trying to recover from his earlier outbursts, when Dumbledore addressed him.
"Severus, perhaps now would be a good time for you to go down to the dungeons and prepare Morganna for her upcoming sorting. I must admit, I'm curious as to which house she'll be placed in tonight." Severus found that not a part of him cared with house his daughter--niece! He had to remember to think of her still as his niece! Which house she was placed in. All he wanted was for her happiness.
He rose and moved towards the door when Albus's voice called him back. "Take a walk around the halls, Severus, then gather her and bring her back here. If we're going to be watching her every move, then we should at least come up with a convincing lie about the faculty needing to keep an eye on her due to her public status." Reasoning that was as good an excuse as any, Severus nodded before exiting the room.
In his absence, Dumbledore's expression turned colder than anyone had ever seen it as his eyes fixated upon Black. The once considered criminal cringed under the powerfully enraged look. "I trust, Mr. Black, that you are now satisfied with Severus's answer to your horrific innuendo." Black nodded hesitantly. "I suggest you never allow such comments again. I abhor those that play favorites, but Severus is like a son to me, and I will not abide by such thoughtless comments again. This is clear to you?" Black nodded again. "Good. I am under no delusion that you and Severus will ever forgive each other for the past, but for Morganna and Harry's sakes, I suggest you put your best efforts forward. I would expect nothing less from James Potter's best friend."
And with that parting comment, Dumbledore sat back in his chair and turned the smile back on. With a flick of his wand he levitated the candy dish over to where Black was sitting, huddled halfway between the back of the chair and Remus's unrelenting frame. "Lemon Drop?"