"At the Christmas dinner hosted by Professor Slughorn, Hermione consumed Dragon tartar in order to 'keep Cormac at bay'." –SilverLunarStar, summary to "Avoidance"

"Have some, Cormac?" said Hermione brightly.

Cormac's face turned slightly green, and he shook his head. "No," he managed. "No, that's… that's fine, Hermione."

"Oh, but you must," Hermione pressed. "Think of all the poor dracologists who got their hands burned off scraping the tartar off of dragons' teeth, just so that you and I could share this finest of delicacies. You must have at least a spoonful, truly. Unless you'd prefer some of this lovely manticore plaque…?"

Cormac gulped. "No… really, I'm fine," he said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need to go throw… a Quaffle around… or something. Don't wait up."

He practically sprinted from the room, and Hermione let out a heavy breath and tossed her plate into a nearby wastebasket. "Right, that's got rid of him," she said, and ran a hand through her hair. "Oh, Draco!"

"There we're no traces of magic on her body." –Animalium, "Growing Problems"

"We aren't?" said the magical cicatrice on Eileen Snape's left buttock. "What are we, then?"

"What we were always meant to be," said the matching mark on her right. "True human beings, even as Mrs Snape herself is. The memories are hard to come by, but sometimes – especially on half-moon nights like this – I seem to see myself as a wise old teacher at her former school, and you as her great rival among her classmates. Perhaps I favoured you over her at some pivotal moment, and that was what finally turned her to evil – and brought her, in the end, to take revenge on the two of us by making us as we now are."

"But you say we aren't that in this other world?" the left-hand mark pressed.

"I think not," said the other. "From what I can tell, there is no Master Jarpory there, and their Eileen Prince Snape seems to have been an honest and upright soul throughout her life. It may yet be, then, that someday our counterparts in that world will come to this, and, perceiving what has been done to their alternate selves, will seek and find some way to return us to our proper natures. Let us hope, my dear; let us hope, and let us pray."

"Teddy sat there, ridged." –shuckface9, "It's a Family Thing"

"You're not fooling anyone, you know, young man," said his grandmother. "I know you're still Teddy, however ugly you may try to make yourself. Disagree with me all you want about your proper bedtime, but abusing your Metamorphmagus powers isn't going to convince me otherwise."

Teddy just scowled, and deepened the knobby ridges he had conjured across his body. Andromeda rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "Well, all right, then," she said. "If you insist on being some sort of unclassified magical being, I suppose I'll just have to treat you like one. It'll break my heart, I'm sure, to think of you off at the Ministry of Magic being poked and prodded and fed all those nasty diagnostic potions, while I'm all alone thinking of the sweet little boy I used to snuggle and sing to and bake special treats for, but I guess sometimes that's how things have to…"

There was an audible pop!, and her grandson snapped back into his usual smooth-skinned form. "Hi, Grandma!" he said. "It's me, Teddy! Did you miss me?"

"Just so you all know, yes[,] Trelawney made this prophesy and yes[,] Dumbledore heard it." whitetigerwolf, author's note to "The Serpent Court"

"Thus saith the Lord God," Albus Dumbledore's teacup intoned. "Woe to the foolish prophets that follow their own spirit, and see nothing. Have you not seen a vain vision, and spoken a lying divination? and you say, 'The Lord saith,' whereas I have not spoken. Therefore thus saith the Lord God: Because you have spoken vain things, and have seen lies, therefore behold I come against you, saith the Lord God. And My hand shall be upon the prophets that see vain things, and that divine lies; they shall not be in the council of My people, nor shall they be written in the writing of the house of Israel, neither shall they enter into the land of Israel. And you shall know that I am the Lord God!"

Dumbledore cocked his head, and arched an impressed eyebrow. "Miss Trelawney," he said, indicating the cup, "did you just make this prophesy?"

Sibyll Trelawney shrugged modestly. "It seemed appropriate," she said. "You wanted to see my qualifications to be your new Conjuring mistress, and ventriloquism always was one of my strong suits. I'm not bad at sleight of hand, either – and, speaking of which, I think you have something in your beard." She reached over as if to brush away a crumb, and withdrew a knotted string of four coloured handkerchiefs from amid the tangles of snow-white hair.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled like evening stars. "And I, my dear," he said, "think that you have the job."