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Hogwarts Secret Scandal 7

Detention with Severus

Serena put her all in Quidditch practice. It felt so nice to be part of a team, even though she was still having trouble adjusting to Hogwarts. The castle was ten times bigger than the old mansion used for the school at Salem Witches. Serena was out of breath for about every class and sometimes she had points taken off for being late. Quidditch did take some getting used to. When Serena played Quodpot there were eleven people on a team and all they had to do was just hang in the same spot and toss the Quod to another player until it reached the cauldron before it blew up. But with Quidditch there was more flying, less players on a team, four of which had different responsibilities and perhaps the worst part of it were the Bludgers that flew around. Serena really hated those things but luckily she had only bit hit once. She didn't feel ready to play against Slytherin—especially with her cousin being on the team. They had the same position. She knew her cousin was really competitive and a hard player. What would Mina think? Serena didn't know whether to tell her or have her surprised for the first game.

Professor Shields was surprisingly supportive. The moment Serena came in to serve detention he congratulated her about making the team. When she asked how he knew, he just told her that teachers knew everything. But she could've sworn that his cheeks were a little pink when he told her. Was he watching her try out? After two weeks of serving detention with Professor Shields, he decided that she had learned her lesson and insisted that she should keep her throwing of objects on the Quidditch field. Serena was very relieved by this because she needed the extra time for Quidditch, homework, and of course, sleeping.

They had to write notes and answer questions about Darcille Nox's book in Defense Against Dark Arts. While everyone was scribbling their answers to Professor Shield's questions, Ron Weasley was searching his bag for a bottle of ink.

"Didn't I put it in?" he wondered out loud. "Hey, Harry! Do you have an extra ink bottle?"

"No," Harry replied.

"Hey, Ron," Serena called, reaching into her bag. "I've got an extra one. I'll let you use it."

"Really?" Ron said with a grin. "You're the best. Toss it here." He held her hands out and she tossed it to him. Professor Shields however noticed and yelled so loud that it startled Ron. The ink bottle missed his fingers by inches and smashed into the ground.

"Miss White!" Professor Shields bellowed. "I thought two weeks of writing lines would teach you not to throw things at people in authority! Now you're throwing things at the Head Boy?"

"B-but Professor!" Serena stammered. "I didn't throw it at Ron, I threw it to him!"

Professor Shields raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"It's true, Professor!" Ron exclaimed. "I told her to throw it to me!"

"Oh, I see—practicing Quidditch in my class, now are we?" Darien said with a twisted smile. "Well, I think you need to work on your catching skills, Mr. Weasley."

Ron made funny gasping and gulping noises in an effort to talk back. The rest of the class laughed at him or shook their heads. Only Serena was able to talk back to Darien Shields. She didn't care about ticking him off. In fact, she kind of liked it.

"He would've caught it if you didn't open your big mouth!" she snapped.

"Serena!" Hermione gasped.

But Serena went on. "And we weren't playing Quidditch anyway! Ron forgot his ink bottle so I kindly let him use mine, but you startled him and that's why he couldn't catch it!"

"Well then, Mr. Weasley, I'm going to have to give you detention and then perhaps you'll remember to bring all your materials in class, Mr. Weasley," Darien smirked, walking up to Ron's desk.

"Detention?" Ron gasped.

"You're Head Boy, for goodness sakes. If you haven't been cleaning your badge all morning you might have remembered to bring your ink."

"But I wasn't!" Ron proclaimed. "I overslept!"

"Mr. Weasley, you're not taking your position seriously enough."

"You can't give him detention for that," Serena snarled, rising from her desk. "People forget things all the time. Just because you think you're perfect doesn't mean everyone else is."

Professor Shields left Ron's desk and went to Serena's desk. "You want another week of detention, Miss White?"

"No, but I'm going to have detention tonight with Professor Snape anyway," Serena retorted.

"Oh, of course," Darien grinned, "it's the full moon, isn't it? And you have to pick fluxweed all night? I'm afraid your detention won't be as pleasant."

People were staring at the two. They were arguing with each other now as if they were the only ones in the room now.

"What are you talking about, Professor?" Serena demanded. "Of course it won't' be pleasant, that's why it's detention!"

"I mean my detentions are not as rough as the ones you'll get with Professor Snape!" Darien muttered. "You'll only have to do lines, maybe extra homework and maybe some manual labor but that's nothing compared to what you'll have to do with Professor Snape!"

"Well, I'll see, won't I?" Serena grumbled.

"Um, Professor," said Parvarti softly, "about question four—the dementors—I don't think I understand it."

"Huh?" Darien blinked and turned to Parvarti. Then he suddenly felt embarrassed to be having such a heated, rather personal argument with Serena in front of the class. What was it about her that made her? He didn't like her but at the same time he did. He felt a twinge of jealousy when Serena kissed Harry Potter during the tryouts. He got really angry with her when he ate his bacon. Sometimes she got so annoying that he couldn't wait until class was over or when she served detention with him. She really knew how to get under his skin.

"Oh yes, Miss Parvarti," he said quickly. He cleared his throat and looked at Ron. "Mr. Weasley, please clean up the mess you made."

"Me?" Ron whipped his head around.

"You dropped it," Darien told him coolly.

"I didn't drop it—it crashed before I could catch it!"

"Fine, Miss White," he sighed, waving his hand at her as he went to Parvarti's desk, "you threw it, you clean it."

Serena groaned, pointed her wand at the spilled ink and shouted, "Scourgify!" The ink and shattered glass was cleaned right up but Serena would have to get another bottle of ink.

"Sorry, Serena," Ron whispered.

"Don't worry about it," she said.

--

Five o'clock that evening, Serena marched down to the dungeons for her detention with Snape. Already having to serve detention for the last two weeks, she just wanted this to get over with. Perhaps picking fluxweed wouldn't be too much of a hassle and it would be during the full moon. Serena always loved the moon when it was full. Maybe she could fantasize about the moon all evening to block out Snape's muttering.

She gave a soft knock on Snape's door. "Enter."

Serena turned the doorknob and walked in. "I'm here for my detention, Professor Snape."

"Good," he muttered, grading essays. "I assure you, Miss White, detention with me will not be pleasant."

"Isn't that the point of detention, sir?" Serena questioned.

Snape raised his black endless tunnel eyes at her and Serena felt cold. "Yes, that's correct. You will need to collect as much fluxweed as you can to make up for what you wasted."

"Yes sir."

"Then tomorrow you will need to catch lacewing flies."

"Flies?"

"Yes, that is an important ingredient in the Polyjuice Potion."

"But I don't recall wasting them."

"Yes you did, you silly girl. You dropped the whole glass and the leeches."

"Oh," Serena cringed, "right. I'm going to have to get leeches too, then?"

"Well of course you will!" Snape muttered. "Then you'll need to collect bicorn horn and powder them."

"I don't know what bicorn are," Serena said, "How will I know how to find it?"

"You're in care of Magical Creatures, aren't you?" Snape demanded.

"Yes, but we haven't studied bicorn yet."

"I see. For your information, White, the bicorn resembles a panther with a human face. They feed on the flesh of faithful husbands."

"Are you a faithful husband, Professor?" Serena asked playfully, but with a sense of innocence.

Snape glared.

"Well, if you are one, you don't want to get eaten, do you?" Serena demanded.

"I should give you more detention for your tongue, White," Snape sneered. "Now let's go."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go pick some flowers, Professor Snape!" Serena said in a fake cheery voice as she skipped after him out of the office.

"Fluxweed is not a flower," Snape muttered.

Only by the light of the full moon and stars was Serena able to see anything. She couldn't light her wand as she was supposed to everything without magic and Snape didn't use Lumos for her. It was unbelievably difficult. Fluxweed was a hard plant to find. She kept grabbing every plant in sight, showing it to Snape and he would groan or sometimes laugh at her.

"I said fluxweed, Miss White, not dandelions."

"Well it's dark out here!" Serena snapped, throwing the dandelion down.

"Thank you for not throwing it at me, Miss White."

"What does fluxweed look like again?" Serena questioned, looking around her. "I've looked everywhere!"

"Fluxweed is a rare plant."

"No wonder I can't find it," Serena grumbled.

"For the last time, it is six to twenty inches in height," Snape explained, "the flowers are blue and we'd find it easier along stream banks."

"You didn't say that before!" Serena whined.

"Follow me, you silly girl," Snape muttered, lighting his wand. "We are wasting time out here."

"Is there a stream in this forest anyway?"

"I don't know. I never had to go looking for it before. No one has wasted as much as you did."

Serena looked around her and shivered. It was getting colder by the minute. The forest looked creepy and the full moon—though she loved looking at it—it looked spooky. The moment just got worse when she heard a wolf howl in the distance. Serena screamed and jumped on the Potion master's back.

"Werewolf!"

Snape's back popped as it gave out. He fell down, grunting in pain. Serena shivered against him. "Professor, why don't I just send an order from the Apothecary for the Fluxweed? I can't do this! I'm too scared!"

"I can't either," Snape muttered.

"You scared too?"

"No, you just threw my back out!" Snape roared. "Get the hell off me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Serena wailed, jumping off of Snape and bending down next to him. "Do you need help getting up?"

"NO!" he retorted.

Serena backed away and apologized over and over again. Snape grunted as he pushed himself back to his feet. His glare was deadly. Serena felt even more afraid than she already was.

"You are a menace!" he snarled.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Serena mumbled, "really, I am so, so, sorry! Are you sure you don't want help back to the school?"

"I'm sure!" he snapped, whipping his arm away from her. "Miss White, I am not going to have detention with you anymore. You are hazardous to my health."

"So, my detentions are cancelled?" Serena asked hopefully.

"No," he groaned, holding his hands on his lower back. "I still need those ingredients. I'll have Professor Shields watch you during detentions."

"Professor Shields?" Serena felt her heart sink. She couldn't move. Why Professor Darien Shields? Serena felt so weird when she was around him. He got on her nerves sometimes and he was young and she kind of liked him. No, she couldn't spend detention with him. Not Professor Shields—anyone but Professor Shields! Why not Hagrid? He must've known the forest better than anyone at school and with his size no one would dare attack him.

"He was one of my best pupils," Snape said as if he knew what she was thinking. "He'll find the ingredients I need and I think he is the only one here that can stand you."

"But—Professor—that can't be. I already had detention with him before!"

Snape didn't listen to her whine. He started limping back to the school, hunched over and groaning. Serena hurried after him and he warned her about jumping on his back again.

"Professor Shields is healthier and younger. If you were to jump on his back it'd be less likely to give out," Snape grumbled under his breath.

Groaning, Snape pulled himself up to the stairs and Serena stood behind him. She held her arms out incase he tripped and fell back. She couldn't believe what she had done. She knew she was klutzy and careless but she just injured a teacher! What would Hogwarts think of her now? Why did she have to move to Hogwarts? She was doing just fine in Salem Witches Institute, just fine!

She sighed, watching Snape stumble down the halls.

"Shall I--?" Serena began.

"No!" Snape hissed over his shoulder.

"But I--?"

"No!"

"Pro--?"

"No!"

"I only--"

"I said no!"

Serena groaned. "Fine."

He stopped in the middle of the corridor. "Miss White?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"I need to make myself a potion for the pulled ligaments in my back no thanks to you," he grumbled.

"Maybe you should go to the Hospital Wing instead," Serena suggested. "If your back is hurting you shouldn't be hunched over a cauldron all night."

"I'm already in this position, Miss White," he said with his face contorted in pain. "I might as well do something!" He grunted. Shouting made the pain worse.

"Well, all right."

"I want you to go to Professor Shields now," he said so softly Serena had to walk closer to him. The closer she got, the more he stepped away from her and he nearly tripped over the rug in the hall. He pressed his palm on a wall to steady himself. "And tell him that you will have detention with him for now on. For whatever—"he paused, trying to find something suitable to explain her actions. "crimeyou do, in my class, and when I give you detention, whether it's lines or disemboweling toads, you'll be doing it with Professor Shields. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Professor," Serena mumbled.

"Now get to it!" Professor Snape snapped, pointing up the corridor.

Serena nodded and slowly walked to the Defense Against Dark Arts room. Snape limped down to the dungeons. She was close to tears by the time she got to Professor Shields' classroom. Ron was in a corner writing lines: Being Head Boy does not mean I can come unprepared for class."

He looked up when he heard the door open. "Hey Serena, how was detention with Snape?"

"Horrible!" Serena wailed, throwing her hands over her face.

"Miss White, what's wrong?" Professor Shields asked in concern and in confusion. "Why aren't you in detention with Professor Snape?" He paused and he looked a little angry. "What did you do?"
"I didn't mean to do it, Professor Shields, honestly!" Serena sobbed with her face in her hands. "I heard a werewolf howl and it scared me! So I—I jumped on Professor Snape and hurt his back!"

Ron started howling with laughter. Professor Shields glared. "Mr. Weasley, return to your lines at once!"

"Yes, yes sir!" Ron gasped, still laughing. He put his quill into his bottle shakily and he couldn't even write straight because he was laughing so hard.

"Miss White, please step into my office," Professor Shields stated, indicating the stairs at the front of the room.

"Okay," Serena mumbled and she started walking to his office.

"And Mr. Weasley, stop laughing," Professor Shields turned to Ron. "How do you expect to read that? You need to work on your handwriting!"

"Yes, Professor," Ron said with a grin.

As Professor Shields followed Serena into his office, Ron laughed so hard that he fell out of his chair. "Snape's back went out! I wish I saw it!"

"Please, have a seat, Miss White," Professor Shields said kindly and with a swish of his wand he conjured a cup of tea for her.

"Thanks," Serena sat down and stared into her tea. Professor Shields sat behind his desk.

"Did you see the werewolf?" he asked.

"No," she replied with a shake of her head.

"Well, that's good," said Professor Shields.

"Has…anyone been attacked while looking for fluxweed before?" Serena asked slowly.

"It's possible," Professor Shields said.

"Then why does it have to be picked on the full moon?" she demanded, waving her hand and spilling tea.

"I don't know," Professor Shields said honestly with a grin. "Now, what brings you by? You wanted to switch detentions with Mr. Weasley?"

"Can I?" Serena asked hopefully.

"Well, I don't think the lines he's writing would match you," Professor Shields said.

"What is he writing?"

"Being Head Boy does not mean I can come unprepared for class."

Serena laughed. "That sounds funnier than the ones I had to write."

"Yes, but I don't mean them to be humorous."

Serena sighed. "I'm here because Professor Snape sent me to tell you I'll be finishing my detention with you."

"He did?"

Serena nodded. "He said I'm hazardous to his health. But I didn't mean to hurt him! I was just scared!"

"Of course you were," he said with his voice so full of understanding and his eyes full of kindness that it made Serena feel better almost immediately. It felt odd. It was almost as if he had spoken to her this way many, many times. But they barely knew each other. She was certain that he'd take her hand.

"You're all right now, Miss White," he reminded her. "You weren't hurt. The werewolf could've been miles away. It might have been just an ordinary wolf."

"I know—but Professor Snape was—and he was—so—so mean to me!" Serena threw her teacup to cry into her hands again. The teacup hit the ground, broke and spilled its contest over the floor.

"I'm sorry!" Serena cried, looking where she had made the mess.

"It's all right," Professor Shields insisted, waving his wand to clear it. "I should've waited to give you the tea."

"I feel horrible! I tried offering help but he just yelled at me!"

"I'm sure you did," Professor Shields said, rising from his desk. He looked a little flustered. He hated to see her cry. It felt so familiar. How come this girl was so quick to cry?

"Don't worry," Professor Shields said, "Professor Snape is mean to a lot of people. He was my Head of House and he—he does have his moments. You can learn a lot about potion making from him."

Professor Shields came closer to her and patted her shoulder. He'd never seen a girl cry so hard. Of course she had good reason but it was odd being her teacher. He wanted to consol her but he couldn't in the way a friend could. What if he could be more than just a teacher? But teachers couldn't become friends with their students—could they?

"But I hate potions!" Serena wailed. "My favorite subject is transfiguration! Well, it was in SWI—I mean—Salem Witches Institute! But now that McGonagall is teaching it, I don't think I like it anymore. She makes it—too—too hard!"

Serena fell into his arms and he flinched. It was so awkward. He did like her hugging him but he'd wish she'd settle down. What if Ronald Weasley was listening outside the door? Professor Shields looked over Serena's head to stare at the door. Then he looked down at Serena. He patted her head. He was certain he saw this pretty blond head before, but it wasn't always in a braid like Serena had in the moment. It wasn't in any of the styles Serena had before either; the ponytails and the bandanas and her hair just hanging off her shoulders. The way he remembered it—if he could—there were a pair of buns that reminded him of meatballs.

Something in him overcame him. It wasn't the teacher in him but something else. Something forgotten. Something he didn't know that was even there. He held her closer to him and let her cry against him. It felt good. But this was wrong. He was holding a student. It was wrong—but it felt right at the same time. He rested his chin on top of her head.

"It's okay now, Serena," he whispered in a most un-teacher-like tone. He never called her by her first name. Just like the other teachers he called them Mr. this or Miss that.

Then Serena—never mentioning his name before—it somehow found its way through her voice box.

"Darien," Serena sighed then gasped. She pulled away suddenly. "Professor Shields! I'm sorry—I—I shouldn't have!"

Professor Shields began apologizing as well. "I was out of order. Miss White, let's just forget this happened."

She nodded mutely. Why did she do that? She couldn't act so close to a teacher. Of course in SWI she thought Miss Myers as a friend but this was different. She couldn't' become involved with Professor Shields. He was a teacher and she didn't like him at all. Well, she did. No, no she didn't. She didn't want anything to do with him. Why did she always have these awkward moments with Professor Shields? It made no sense. Why couldn't she see him as just another teacher?

"I'll have a word with Professor Snape," Darien informed, going back to being a professor. "You may go. Tell Mr. Weasley his detention is finished for the evening and I'll speak with him later."

"Yes, sir," Serena said awkwardly and she bustled out of the office before he could open the door for her.

Darien remained in his office for a while to think about what he had just done. What was he thinking? He was a professor at Hogwarts. He may be the youngest there but he couldn't become involved with a student. He could lose his job and the Defense Against the Dark Arts job was hard to fill enough.

"Ron, Professor Shields says you're done for tonight," Serena told him as she approached his desk

"Good," Ron sighed and he began putting his ink and things into his bag. "So, what happened exactly when you jumped on Snape's back? Is he really hurt?"

"It's not funny, Ron," Serena muttered. "He's probably going to fail me because of this."

"You don't want to be in Snape's class anyway," Ron told her and he followed her out of the classroom.

"I feel terrible," Serena whispered. "He was really mean to me back there."

"He's mean to everyone," Ron said simply. "Except those in his house. You should talk to Neville Longbottom. He's scared to death of Snape! We had to face a boggart in third year and Neville's boggart was Snape."

"I'm getting off to a really bad start here at Hogwarts," Serena groaned. "So many more subjects, this could hold my old school and I've been serving detention since I got here!"

"Hey, at least you're on the Quidditch Team," Ron said optimistically as they made there way to the seventh floor.

"Yeah, I've got Quidditch," Serena moaned, "but I've got a feeling I'm so going to bomb."

"You kidding?" Ron laughed. "You threw that Quaffle so hard it could've made me explode!"

Serena gave a weak smile. "I guess."

"Hey, maybe that will help you when we play Slytherin next month," Ron stated, "When you're about to score imagine the Slytherin Keeper exploding!"

"That's disgusting, Ron," Serena muttered.

"Well—into dust I mean," Ron rephrased.

"Okay, I guess that's better," Serena whispered.

--

Darien found Snape hunkered over a cauldron trying to make a remdy for his bad back. Before saying hello or asking him how his back was, Darien slammed the dungeon door behind him and strode up to Snape. He jabbed his finger at himand fought to find words to shout.

"You—you are a great—big—prat!" Darien spat.

"Excuse me?" Snape demanded, lifting his head up to Darien.

"You heard me!" Darien sneered. "Serena White told me what happened into the woods. She told me how scared she was of a werewolf attack and how you were so—so cruel to her!"

"The girl threw my back out," Snape said as if it justified it. He used a Summoning Spell to collect the items he needed for his potion. Because he was in too much pain, he used a Levitation Charm to pour and drop the ingredients into the cauldron.

"She heard a werewolf howling!" Darien cried. "That would scare anybody!"

"Yes, I'm sure Remus Lupin was scared when he heard Greyback howl," Snape said without any compassion. He kept his eyes on his potion making.

Darien scowled and sat down on a nearby desk. "You're going to fail her, aren't you?"

"Possibly," Snape muttered, "she hasn't shown much skill in class. All she does is make a mess."

"She's a new student!" Darien snapped. "Give her a break, won't you? She doesn't know anything about Hogwarts!"

"Of course, school has only been in progress for nearly three weeks," Snape said, "she may show improvement before the school year is over. I just hope she isn't pursuing a career that involves potion making."

"Tell me something, Severus," Darien said, folding his arms.

Snape gave him a look with his black tunnel eyes that could've cut him in half. Hearing an old student call him by his first name made him feel inferior.

"You may be a professor," Snape said, "but you were once a student of mine. Do not call me by my first name."

"Right, well, sir, why does fluxweed need to be picked at the full moon?"

"The potion will not be strong enough if picked on another phase of the moon," Snape told him as if Darien should already know. "Now, you will take my detentions with the girl then?"

"Her name is Serena," Darien muttered, "and yes, since you were such a big jerk to her, I suppose I will."

"Start tomorrow," Snape went on, bottling some of his potion, "it will be another full moon and I still need fluxweed."

"All right and I'll make sure I'll have a silver dagger on me incase we do encounter a werewolf," Darien said.

"Oh, Shields, if we did have a problem with a werewolf don't you think I would've handled it?"

Darien shrugged. "Maybe."

Snape shuffled to his desk, conjured some pillows and sat into his chair, grimacing. "When the full moon has waned, collect leeches."

"Leeches?" Darien gasped. "You were going to have her collect leeches?"

"Yes, leeches," Snape said, "And don't you go soft and get them yourself. I want her to learn her lesson."

"How long exactly you want me to take your detentions with her?" Darien asked.

"The whole year," Snape replied.

"I suppose it's just as well," Darien sighed.

"Yes, I can't stand her," Snape told him as he took a swig of his relaxing remedy. "It may take a month to get all the ingredients to replace what she's lost. After that if she makes another mess and I tell her she has to serve detention it will be with you."

"All right."

"I'll give you a list once you're done collecting the fluxweed," Snape said, "now if you excuse me, Shields, I have to rest. My back is killing me."

"Shall I get the door for you?" Darien asked.

"I suppose so," Snape stood to his feet.

Darien went to the door and opened it to let his old head of house out. Once Snape had limped out of the room, Darien closed the door and slapped his hand hard on Snape's back, causing him to stumble.

"Get better, Professor Snape!" he said a fake cheerful voice.

"Shields, if you weren't from my house I'd punish you," Snape muttered.

"You already have," Shields said under his breath as he left the dungeons.

Snape had offended the girl he loved. At least—he though he was in love with her. One thing was sure; he was quite fond of Serena White. She may have annoyed him a couple of times but deep down, he had a real soft spot for her. Why was that?

TO BE CONTINUED

NEXT CHAPTER: DETENTION WITH DARIEN, AGAIN