Chris Carter and 1013 Productions own the X-Files. JK Rowling, Warner Brothers and Scholastic own Harry Potter. All I own is this story line, every Harry Potter DVD and a complete collection of X-Files DVD's.

A/N This story is set anytime during Sorcerers Stone through Prisoner of Azkaban of HP (although it contains information in all the books) and after X-Files episode "Emily", but before "Requiem".

STAFF ROOM

HOGWARTS

The staff room was a different scene that night, with only the Hogwarts people there, and nobody from the Ministry. The teachers were more welcoming and curious about the newcomers than the Ministry employees, and Scully realized that she was actually starting to unwind a little as she found herself in a group of people, making pleasant small talk.

She stood up to pour herself a cup of tea. As she walked across the room, she spied Snape sitting by himself at one of the tables, pen in hand. She sat down across from him.

"Grading papers? Time-consuming job," she said, sympathetically.

"Indeed," he said shortly, but put his pen down to look at her.

"I'm going to get some tea. You want any?"

For a moment he thought about refusing. He though about pointing out to her that he could bring a cup of tea floating across the room to himself anytime he wished. But he changed his mind, nodded, and went back to his work.

He took the cup from her with a curt "Thank you." when she came back. She smiled and started to leave when he said, "You may sit down if you like. I'm finished."

Scully sat down and saw that he was looking at the rose which she had fastened to her jacket this evening. She took it off and played with it a little.

"You know, Professor Snape, last night when I got back to my guest room I examined this thoroughly, but I couldn't figure it out. I was impressed."

"What is there to figure out?"

"How you did it."

Snape held out his hand. "If you're through with it, I'll take it back."

"No. I'm keeping this."

She flashed him a little smile as she pinned it back on. He had the same serious expression she had seen him wear ever since she met him, but something else flickered across his features for just a moment.

"Today at Quidditch--everybody riding brooms--can you do that?" She asked him.

"Of course."

"It looks exciting."

"It takes training and practice, Agent Scully, but it's indescribable, the sensation of flight, of rising up to any altitude one chooses, the exhilaration of swooping down suddenly, making abrupt turns." Scully found herself interested in his description.

She turned her head as she heard her name called. "Hey Scully, come here a minute and back me up? No one believes we've encountered a werewolf."

Scully gave an apologetic glance to Snape as she pushed her chair back. He was looking at her with sudden interest. "Technically, Mulder, the term the people at the reservation used was 'Manitou'." She seemed reluctant to talk about it. Before she headed to the group surrounding Mulder, she leaned in and said to Snape, quietly, "You did a good job of describing the indescribable."

THE GREAT HALL

HOGWARTS

"You know, I just realized--wizard buildings are quiet," Scully said to Snape over breakfast the next morning.

"Certainly, if you think a castle full of noisy students is quiet, Agent Scully." It hadn't been lost on Snape that she was wearing the rose again this morning.

"But it is. No electricity, no motors. Everything in a muggle building makes noise. Then next time you're in one, see what I mean. Furnaces and refrigerators and computers and things like that make noise all the time that you tune out eventually. But I realized this morning for the first time since we arrived what I've been straining to hear--the hum of something that runs on electricity."

"Delightful, Agent Scully," said Dumbledore, who had overheard their conversation. He was looking for signs that she was becoming more accustomed to Hogwarts.

At the same time, Snape was becoming more accustomed to working with a muggle. It hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be, but he would never admit that to Dumbledore. He was coming to respect her professionalism and had moved her seat away from Longbottom's table, deciding it really wouldn't be that much fun to see her in close proximity to a Potions accident. He was getting used to her presence, aware of her out of the corner of his eye when he was teaching.

Scully was more accustomed to Hogwarts. She wasn't entirely comfortable with stairs that moved when she climbed them and paintings that held coversations with and about her as she walked by, and she still clung to the idea that all this would be explained away if she was patient enough or investigative enough. However, most of the people she had met were pleasant. Even Snape wasn't too hard to talk to if she didn't expect too much feedback in return. She no longer wished Dumbledore had assigned her somebody more congenial, and she still had Mulder to talk to at the end of the day; her overall impression of Hogwarts was favorable--a nice place to visit, but she wouldn't want to live there.