A/N: DISCLAIMER I own nothing related to Harry Potter films, books or any copyrighted materials. Neither money nor any kind of profit is made off this story; I am merely borrowing the characters for my own enjoyment. Please do not sue me, as you won't get too much. Your lawyer will cost you more. All I own is Tirza and anything original that appears here that is not originally belonged to JK Rowling.

Tuesday and Wednesday seemed to go by in a wink of an eye for Tirza and her friends. It was that Thursday morning, on the way from breakfast to DADA that excitement about upcoming Quidditch tryouts grew.

"Are you really going to try Tirza?" Maddie asked as they waited for the staircase to come back around to their side. "Did your dad say it was alright?"

"It took some pleading, but he finally did," Tirza announced with satisfaction.

"That's great! I definitely think you should Tirza, you do really well. Besides, I'll try if you try," Ginny offered.

"Sounds like a deal to me!"

"I'll cheer you both on," Maddie laughed. "I'm not a huge fan of flying, especially going really fast and doing all sorts of dangerous stuff like you'd have to do."

"Quidditch definitely isn't for everyone. Look at Percy! All the rest of us love Quidditch, he's the only one that doesn't. Even when Bill and Charlie were prefects and head boys, they were still on the team!"

Tirza giggled. "Percy is so odd! I can't believe he's graduating come end of the year. What is he planning on doing?"

Ginny sighed. "Moving out actually, and getting a job at the ministry. In that order! He doesn't want to live at home anymore; he fights a lot with mum and dad and thinks the house is too crowded. I bet mum and dad wonder where exactly he came from."

Finally the day arrived for the tryouts. There was one position open, the chaser position. A group of fifteen Gryffindors, all hoping to make the team, greeted Oliver as he came onto the Quidditch field.

"Good morning everyone!" Oliver greeted. "We've only got one position open right now, so keep in mind that fourteen of you will not be making the team today. I will pick our new teammate based on speed, accuracy and of course flying techniques. Fred and George have offered to help out today; they will be the 'opposing' team's chasers.

"We'll be going one by one, and I will announce after the last person has taken a turn who the new team mate is. Please be aware that I will not make my decision based on any sort of favoritism or friendship," Oliver wanted to assure everyone that Ginny or Tirza wouldn't be picked just because Ginny was a Weasley and Oliver was so close with Tirza.

"Alright you, in the front there, what's your name?"

"John Tippen!"

"Ok John, you're up first!"

Nearly two hours later, everyone who had shown up for try-outs had been given a chance to show off their abilities. Everyone was filled with excitement as they waited for Oliver to announce his decision, each hoping he or she was to be chosen.

"I want to say thank you to everyone who came out here today," Oliver began. "You all did a nice job, a very nice job. It's been a hard decision to make. I won't make the lot of you wait any longer. Our new chaser is…"

Tirza ran full speed down the hallway, just before suppertime, hoping to catch Severus before he took his place at the teacher's table.

"DAD!" She shouted, nearly barreling into him.

"Slow down there; where's the fire?" Severus asked as he caught her before she knocked them both onto the floor.

Tirza was grinning from ear to ear as he easily caught her. "I made it, I made it!"

"Made the team?"

"Yep!" She looked so happy about placing on the team, so proud of herself.

"What position do you play?" Severus' voice was low, quiet, as he questioned her.

"Chaser!"

"Very nice," he said with a smile. "I'm proud of you."

Lost in her own excitement, Tirza didn't notice that Severus' smile was hesitant and tight. "Thanks dad!" She hugged him tight. "I can't wait to tell Grandpa and Uncle Remus!"

"I'm sure they'll be very proud," he said with a soft sigh. Severus barely had time to kiss her forehead before Tirza turned and ran off down the hallway, full speed ahead.

As he watched her run, a feeling of dread came over Severus. He wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that something wasn't boding well.

Tirza was unable to catch Remus before he sat at the teacher's table, so Tirza waited until after the meal ended. She followed him into the hall and threw her arms around his waist.

"Well this is a nice greeting," Remus laughed.

"I made the team uncle Remus!" She flew into his arms when he opened them for her. "I did it!"

"Of course you did! I knew you would kiddo." He grinned, the look lighting up his tired face. "I'm so proud of you Tirza."

They talked excitedly for a few moments before Tirza ran off to join her friends in the common room for the evening. Remus didn't notice Severus exit the Great Hall during their conversation.

"Oh, hello Severus! Congratulations on Tirza making the team, you've got a quidditch player in the family."

Severus' first response was a sigh. "She's so happy."

"Shouldn't she be?" Remus questioned in his soft tone.

Severus did nod. "I'm proud of her, but I have a bad feeling about this."

Remus thought on that for a moment. "How so Severus? I'm not quite sure I understand. Is it because Quidditch can be dangerous?"

He nodded. "Also for playing for, well, Gryffindor. I love her so much and I want to support her but then in one corner of my mind, my house is screaming at me too…"

The first quidditch game of the year featured Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff was usually rather easy to beat, particularly when Gryffindor was playing at top notch.

Today was just such a day! Lee Jordan kept calling out "Score for Gryffindor!" "Watch that new chaser Gryffindor has, she's a good one!" "That makes 130 points for Gryffindor, with Hufflepuff lagging at 40!"

After yet another score for Gryffindor, several shouts were heard from within the teacher's stand, and Minerva McGonagall heard one very weak cheer.

She looked at Severus who sat beside her, gave a slight cough, and then asked, "Feeling alright Severus?"

"Hmm?"

"Your cheering, Severus. It's very quiet and a bit pathetic…"

Severus frowned at his former teacher and now friend. "I support Tirza in quidditch. However, I find it very difficult to support her in a loud manner."

McGonagall couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face as he spoke.

"You might wish to cheer a bit louder Severus," Albus chimed in softly. "I suspect Tirza will wish to hear you."

"Go Gryffindor!" Remus shouted as Tirza took the quaffle from Hufflepuff. He looked a bit sheepish as Minerva raised an eyebrow. "I know as a teacher I should be impartial, but I can't help but love the house I belonged to. Erm, good flying Hufflepuff?" he offered.

Albus ignored Remus and Minerva, happily waving a Hogwarts flag, though he made sure to shout his support anytime Tirza flew past.

"Today we will be working on potions that when used to develop photographs will cause the images to move. This will of course require everyone to secure a negative of some sort of photo. If you cannot find one, see me before the next class meeting, as I have some negatives of Hogwarts scenery that are available."

Severus Snape looked around at the students, ensuring that they were listening, before continuing. "This potion will need to set for 24 hours before it is able to be used for developing. You will need your photograph negatives by Thursdays class, as the potions will not be ready today to be used."

Waving his wand in the direction of the blackboard, a list of ingredients and instructions were displayed for the class. "You can also find directions in your textbook, page 121. Begin now."

"I'll grab the ingredients for us," Tirza offered. "If one of you gets the cauldrons and the other gets the rest of the equipment."

Ginny and Maddie both agreed, and Tirza went to the supply closet. She found enough powdered bicorn horn, hellebore and dragon claws for the three of them.

"We'll have to grind those claws into powder," Ginny stated after looking in her book. "And the hellebore needs to be sliced very thin."

Each of the girls took enough for their potions and began to crush, slice and stir. "After adding the powdered bicorn horn, your potion should appear to be nearly clear, much like water," Severus stated as he walked around looking at the cauldrons.

When the students began to add things according to the book, Severus took a seat behind his desk. "Your potion should end up being a very dark color, either green or black, and if it is green it has to be extremely dark like a dense forest."

"Is it supposed to smell so oddly sir?" Colin asked as he stirred the cauldron.

"Yes, so far I have not noticed an odor that is not to be associated with this potion," Severus assured him. "However…"

As Snape strode towards Colin's cauldron and took a look inside, the boy's cauldron began to shake. "Everyone under your desks!" Severus shouted.

All thirty students stared at him for a moment. "I SAID UNDER YOUR DESKS!" Thirty students hit the cold dungeon floor with simultaneous thuds and scrapes.

Using his wand, Severus levitated the cauldron from the small flame it was over and with his left hand put on what looked like muggle safety glasses. "Nobody moves while I dispose of this," he said very sternly as he set the cauldron on the desk. "Or it'll be 100 points from his or her house!"

Tirza watched with wide eyes as his lips moved while holding his wand; the cauldron started to spit a thick white substance in little spurts. It took several moments for the spitting to stop and the potion to disappear completely, leaving Severus looking frustrated.

"You may all get up now," he called. "Too much hellebore was added to your potion Mr. Creevey, which is why your potion turned that color and spat at me. While this potion is not normally dangerous, if the hellebore should get into your eye it would cause you to become blind. If it should somehow get into your mouth, it could possibly go down your throat and damage your vocal chords."

"As homework, seeing as there is not time left to complete the potions, I would like you each to write one and a half feet of parchment on the dangerous of hellebore to both human and animal. Your potions will be finished and ready for usage on Thursday. Class dismissed." Severus waved the students out of the room as he poured a cleaning solution into the cauldron.

"What in the…" he began as suddenly someone grabbed him. Severus looked down to see Tirza hugging him tightly. He smiled softly at her. "Yes?"

"Just glad you're ok. I thought it might blow up on you or turn you neon orange or something." She smiled as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry Tirza, I'm very careful and watchful of potions during class time. Thank you for your concern."

"Gonna come to watch Quidditch tonight, or do you have detentions?" Tirza asked excitedly.

Inwardly, Severus groaned. Quidditch, again… "No, no detentions tonight."

"Woo hoo! I'll see you there dad! I gotta run, I've got practice for tonight. We're taking on Slytherin! Bye dad!" Tirza gave him another quick hug then grabbed her bag and dashed out of the classroom.

Slytherin versus Gryffindor? Sweet Merlin… Severus thought. This ought to be a very interesting game, and not just for the teams.

A/N: Snape's worst nightmare! His daughter, or his house? Who will he cheer for? LOL New chapter coming soon, stay tuned!