I realized this chap is a bit pointless but it's necessary to get to the juicy stuff!… Sarah's friends, Dumbledore's quest, Oops! I've said too much!

Below you will see that I mention Dumbledore's brother. I would like you all to know that he is indeed Albus's brother and is in the actual profession below. This is a true fact as stated by the one and only JK. See if you can guess why he is what he is and does what he does.?!

Chapter TEN!!! Oh goody!.. Now lets see that's ten down so that leaves only a hundred-million more to go!

I don't own it now… I don't own it now… Can you hear me now- I don't own it now… GOOD!

Chapter Ten

You know potions, I know magic

As the week rolled on everything remained normal. Sarah and Severus continued lessons in the evenings. While in the day Severus continued to scold students while Sarah helped her grandfather in preparing the castle for her friend's arrival.

The day after the meeting of The Staff, Dumbledore had taken Sarah out for the day. Together they wondered the streets of Hogsmeade. Visiting places like Honeydukes and the Hog's Head, where Sarah met her grate-uncle for the first time, Albus's brother as well as the Hog's Head bar tender. They were able to chat for a time before he had to get back to work. Sarah was fascinated by the brothers plan. Dumbledore was to be the all mighty headmaster of Hogwarts while his brother was a lower class bar tender of an old rundown pub.

Her great-uncle told her that one-forth of the people that came into the pub were at one point if not at present wanted by the Ministry. This fact along with that of the fact that people tend to say things they ought not to when their drunk, made his position perfect for the Order.

Once they had returned to the castle Dumbledore took her on a tour of the grounds as well as showing her some of the many secret passage ways though out Hogwarts castle. The Headmaster started to laugh so hard that he cried when Sarah pulled out a notebook from her bag and began to take notes.

The last room he showed her was called the Room of Requirement. It was a room that could only be found when someone was in need of it. As Dumbledore opened the door Sarah was amazed by the large room. In it she found ten cots. The extra, Dumbledore said, was in case she ever felt the need to spend the night. Although she took it as the prefect hideout from McGonagall. Sarah was fascinated by how well the room would be able to accommodate her friends. As she began telling Dumbledore things that should be added to the room like some of the books from her library and so fourth they magically began to appear around the room.

"I believe that your friends shall find this more enjoyable than the Great Hall floor." Dumbledore had said.

"Yes… Maybe a little two much. They may not ever want to leave."

Dumbledore looked her in the eye with all the sincerity one could posses. "They are welcome to stay for as long as they like, as are you."

At this Sarah stood on her toes so that she could kiss his forehead. "I shall hold you to that offer."

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That was what brought her to now. She stood in the middle for the potion classroom waiting for her student two arrive. Sarah had left a note on her classroom door telling him to meet her here. This would be the first extended class period Sarah had with Severus and as for five minutes from now he was hers for the next four hours.

A few minutes later Severus strode in, robes sweeping the floor behind him. "You said to meet you here." He said pointedly.

"Yes, I did." She paused waiting to see if he would question her, then continued. "Today I would like to try making a simple healing potion called Wormwood Salve. In this potion the key ingredient is not wormwood but-"

"Powdered root of Asphodel." Said Snape in a matter of fact tone.

"Correct, do you no the other ingredients."

"Professor Merloom, I have been making this potion since I was in second year. It is simple and pointless for anything more than a paper cut. Why must I do something so trivial when I have other more important potions to brew."

"First off, my name is not Professor it's Sarah and secondly you are here to learn. You may do any other potion you might want after five o'clock this evening and I shall not be able to stop you."

"And the point of you teaching me how to do a potion I can recite from memory is? I mean surly you don't think that you are better than me in potion."

The last part was said in a sort of mocking tone that made Sarah want to go right for his throat. "I Severus do not deny that can best me in potions, however I am better at magery which is why we are here today. I want to teach you to combined you powers with your work willingly so that the next time a cauldron freezes or bubbles it will be intentional. Now, it you will please collect all the ingredients that the potion requires we may begin."

With a huff Severus strode over to a cabinet to get the ingredients, while Sarah took from her bag a caldron no bigger than her thumb. Using her wand she enlarged it to a standard size four, silver cauldron.

When Severus returned with the ingredients he set then on the table, eyeing the cauldron. "That was not necessary I have this same model in my storage room."

Sarah gave him a fake smile. "Actually you don't. This is indeed a standard silver cauldron although it was crafted and protected by a potions mage I know. This shall help keep you magic in check in case things get out of control." She put up a hand to silence Severus's rebuttal. "Start the meditative breathing. As soon at you feel you have a firm grasp on you magic begin. I shall just be over there watching. You need not pay any attention to me at all."

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Severus watched as Sarah walked over to a table about fifteen feet away. From that old, raggedy, leather bad of her she extracted a book. Severus could just make out the title, Hogwarts at History.

He then turned around to face the task at hand.

After taking a slow, calming breath he started the required breathing. His body was so used to the simple seven count rhythm that he need no even think of the seconds ticking by to stay in rhythm. The next step was the hardest for him, having to gather his magic. Think of something small, Sara had said, think of something related or meaningful to you. Severus brought up the image of a scalpel. The kind commonly used by his student. He then zeroed in on the blade, silver and shinning in the light, lean and deadly. His power would fit perfectly there.

Picking up the real scalpel that lay in front of him he began to carefully strip away the outer shield of the Mollio vines. As he striped away he realized that it was not fresh, that it was on the verge of decay, unfit for his purpose. However as he looked over that plant he saw no brown discoloration not even a dark green, but yet something is side him told him to put it down. He tried to reason with himself, why is this wrong? It seems fine to me. As he striped the vine further he saw it a small barely visible speck of brown. How had he known?.. Magic.A voice in his head told him. Magic.

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Sarah watched her student in puzzlement. He seemed to be immobilized. He stood erect by his cauldron, a piece of Mollio vine in his long, elegant fingers. After a prolonged moment he replaced it to its previous spot on the table whilst he picked up another.

Sarah continued to watch her student. She had planned on finishing a book Hermione had given her. However she found it terribly hard to concentrate. It was not the stay magic that was whisking around for all Severus tried to conceal it. It was something else, something tantalizing… it was the magic Severus had managed to control. Sarah had always loved watching the temple mages go about their work, sometimes asking her to help. Sarah had always excepted eager to learn anything and everything always wanted more. The things she could not learn in books she researched and studied then wrote books about them for future generations.

Suddenly the musty air began to gnaw at her drawing her away from her daydreams. She felt the erg to cough, to rid her lunges of the heavily saturated air. She tried to hold it bake but failed. A series of hacking coughs erupted from her throat. She quickly looked at Severus expected a venomous glare for disrupting his concentration, however as she looked upon her student she saw him still working tirelessly over his work.

Sarah had seen it happen before the student was so unust to the magic that they accidentally let it seep past its core into the brain as well as everywhere else. She new it would be best to pull him out of his trance now but she new he would be angry. I just watch him more closely and if things get out of hand… I'll go from there.

She moved to sit at the table right beside the bubbling cauldron. She watched as he sweat and noticed his heavy yet even, breathing. The magic was definitely taking its toll. Food and bed. As so as I can convince him he needs it that is.

Sarah watched as he added the last ingredient then paused. His eyes were staring straight ahead almost as if he had left his body behind. Sarah became apprehensive. A trained mage would be able to walk and talk as well as stir as long as it was not a magically based potion they were brewing. Even with a highly magical potion the mage should still have control over their body. She knew that she should pull him out although, he was almost done, so what did it matter?

As he slowly came back to himself she could tell that he felt pain. His body was stiff his eyes looked heavy. Not to mention he was a bit paler than usual. She briskly walked over to him, ready to brace him if he should start to fall. The first thing he did after regaining control of his body was turn down the flame and pour some of the liquid into a vial. "I told you it was a simple potion." He said with a hint of snark in his voice.

"I never said it wasn't." Was her reply.

With the smirk still on his face he went over to his normal deck in front of the classroom and placed the vial in a holder too cool.

"I think that that is enough practice for today." Sarah said. "I shall call the kitchens and get you some decent food then I believe you will probably want to rest."

Sarah soon realized her mistake. The smirk was now completely gone from his face, replaced by venomous rage. "I am not hungry nor tired. Since you did say that we were done here I would most appreciate it if you would leave NOW for I have work to get done."

"Severus- Severus." She shook her head and caught a glimpse of the priceless expression on her students face. "You cannot fool me, so don't waste you time trying. I was a student at one point don't forget. Even if it hasn't hit you yet you will soon be hungry… that is if you are not to tired to be so. Anyhow I would not recommend trying any more potions today for I am sure all will come out faulty, you are simply just to tired to concentrate."

"I am fine. Now if you would please leave-"

"I have no intention of leaving for any longer than it will take to go down to the kitchens myself to get you some proper food. And furthermore I never said that we were done, I simply said 'that was enough practice for today.' I intend to stick to my word. You shall use no more magic today besides you are still in my charge for the next few hours, I plan to take advantage of that." Before he could reply she had swept from the room.

Arriving at the kitchens she kindly asked a houseelf for some stew, greens, and a glass of pumpkin juice. After finding a salt shaker she spread it liberally over everything but the juice.

Walking back into the classroom she did not like what she saw. That man is the most stubborn, idiotic, jerk I have even seen! Severus Snape was standing by his blackboard, papers in one hand and a wand manipulating chalk in the other. Fighting the erg to scream at him or smash the tray of food right through his thick skull, she took in a very deep calming breath. Walked over to him the voice of her teacher Lark pounding in her head, My dear, compromise is always better than force.

"You know, it would much faster if you let me do that." Her voice surprisingly calm.

Severus look up from his notes just long enough to sneer at her then continued.

Sarah sighed holding out her hands. The papers floating out of his and into hers as the chalk stopped moving sticking straight out from the board like a dart. "Eat." To her surprise Severus actually went to his desk and sat. He must be even hungrier than I thought. She told herself.

Sarah looked at the papers wondering how to go about writing them on the board. She could face them through the paper but then Severus would no longer have a copy. She could ask the chalk to write it for her but that took just as long as by hand. Other ideas popped into her mind until finally she set on one.

Picking up the chalk she transferred part of her magic to it. Letting it go she told it to draw three rectangles at on the bottom of the board. She then placed one of the three papers in she hand in each square, magically keeping it in place. Using her magic once again she had the chalk tip on its side long ways then asked it to color the whole board completely white.

Severus put down his fork to stare at her. Sarah was frustrated that he was not eating. Trying to keep her focus and remain in control she continued. Placing her hand at the top, left-hand corner of the blackboard she proceeded to whip away all the chalk. She saw Severus's face when he realized what she was doing. As she wiped her hand over the chalk the only chalk that still remain on the board was that which made up the words. She stepped back to admire her work. It being that she had used Severus's papers the righting on the board looked as if it was written by the potions master himself.

Sarah felt something in her hand, Oh, of course!. She had forgotten about the newly formed piece of chalk in her hand. Made up of all the excess particles she had wiped off the board. She held the chalk out to Severus for him to examine, then placed the chalk beside his plate. "I don't like to waste." She said. Of course the real reason for her making the new piece of chalk was that she remembered how perturbed he had gotten when she had used magic to pick up his papers and they had not been in the right order. I'd like to see him try and think of a sarcastic remark for that!

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