A/N: Hi! I wasn't going to continue this fic because I am a die hard H/G fan, but after seeing the 4th HP movie, I think that Harry is going to need some serious help with Lord Moldy Cheese, so here it is, the next chappy…

The dungeons were just as dark and cold as ever for the two houses down there. Gryffindor and Slytherin were stuck there for double potions…well, it was more like screw up your potion for the first period, then have Snape at your throat for the next period. Everyone was working at a feverish pace to attempt at getting their potion done within the time limit…everyone except Mia Matthews. She was sitting in her seat in the back of the potions room, far away from Harry, spoon charmed to stir the cauldron to her specifications, as she sat reading a large leather bound book.

She appeared to be about half way threw it when the first half of the class ended with a roar…from Snape. He was currently standing over the cauldron of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy who had reluctantly been paired together for the class. They were the two best potions brewers of the 7th year class, and it was very doubtful that they would have done anything to endanger their grade in this class. So when Snape started criticizing their potion it left the class stunned, if they did bad then everyone must have failed.

Snape stirred their potion once more, "The color is all wrong, it should be more green, you didn't add enough monkswood, and look at the consistency," He lifted the spoon and let the potion drip off it, "Pitiful, not enough fire to simmer it."

He roamed over to Neville's cauldron…poor Neville, Snape gave one look at his Neon Orange chunky potion and started ranting and raving about all the possible things he could have done to it to make it that way. Neville paled greatly and looked to be about to regurgitate his lunch when Snape stalked over to his own desk, and spun about so quickly the class almost got whipped by his cloak. "MATTHEWS!" he bellowed.

"Yes, Professor?" was the meek reply from the back of the room, as Mia gently shut her book.

"GET UP HERE AND SHOW THESE MISERBLE EXCUSES FOR POTIONS BREWERS HOW TO MAKE A PROPER DISCRIMA POTION!" He yelled.

The small girl stood slowly from her chair, yet remaining by her desk saying, "But Professor…I…I don't think I can…I mean I haven't made one in…I'm too rusty and…I…"

Snape seemed to regain most of his calm during Mia's stuttering, "Miss Matthew," He started, "You mastered this potion in your 4th year, I do believe that you would be able to do it again now."

There were a few outbreaks of quiet murmur throughout the room, Hermione even gave a small gasp, no one could have mastered the Discrima Potion in their 4th year. It was a known fact that even Snape didn't fully master it till his own 6th year. Now for him to admit that this…this girl, this 7th year mastered it 3 years ago… This planted another seed of doubt in the minds of two students, what need would someone, let alone a 4th year have for making a potion meant to make a person's inner most hate control them?

Mia merely bowed her head as if a child being scolded, "Yes Sir, Professor Snape." She walked down the stairs that led to the front of the class, where a demonstration cauldron was set up. She opened her potions book and spent a good five minutes reading it.

"What's taking her so long?" one Draco Malfoy spat, growing impatient with the girl's lack of brewing.

"She, unlike many of you, actually reads the instructions before making the potion." He turned to Mia as she started cutting up all of the various plants and insects, "She pre-cuts all the ingredients so that she will not have to rush to get them ready in time." He was silent then as Mia continued to cut ingredients and started her potion. All eyes were on her as she threw the ingredients into the cauldron at preciously the right time. She stirred the potion three times counter clock wise letting it simmer, before settling back in her chair to resume her reading. Another 15 minutes went by where in some students started small conversations and others remained watching her. Suddenly she snapped her book shut as the potion turned to the perfect combination of Teal. She stood, stirring the potion 5 times clock wise and 4 counter.

She then made the fire disappear suddenly with her wand, leaving the potion to cool. "um…I…noticed before that some of you," she said, looking at the class. "Merely removed the cauldron from the fire, but you aren't supposed to move it until it is cool. You the only option left is to remove the fire."

In this time, Snape had walked over to Mia's cauldron in the back of the room, which had cooled, and was testing it. "Perfect," he said, startling everyone, who had had their eyes on Mia. They all looked at him shocked, "15 points to Gryffindor."

At this Draco Malfoy choked on his air, Neville passed out and everyone in the room gasped. Snape had just given points to a Gryffindor. Never in the history of Snape's time in Hogwarts had that been done. Two pairs of very suspicious eyes fell on Mia, who just stared at the potion.

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"Miss Matthews," Snape called after the class was over. Everyone was filing out of the room, Mia and Neville were at the end of the line. Mia had been talking to Neville when Snape had called, so she bid him wait for her in the hall as she went to talk to the Professor.

"Yes, Professor Snape?" she asked in her polite way.

"You did very well in class today." He said, rifling through some 6th year essays.

"Thank you, sir." She replied.

"I was wondering if you would like to resume your Occulmancy lessons and potion lessons?" He asked not looking up from his desk.

"Yes, sir." She replied, she walked over behind his desk and gave him a hug. "Thank you."

She turned from the desk to see Neville peeking into the room, bewildered look upon his face. She smiled to herself, shaking her head, as she headed up to him. "Come on Neville, let's go for a walk."

She led him out side, to the school's perimeter. And they just walked, in silence, for a while. Neville was growing more comfortable with the silence when Amelia spoke, "I know why you're doing so poor in potions…I know about your parents…"