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To Complete a Family

Chapter two: The Potions Master and Flying

"Mr. Potter…our new celebrity." Professor Snape sneered glaring down at the first years that Friday as the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin houses sat down in the dungeon classroom.

In the last row of desks on the Gryffindor side Rhian watched confusedly as her father picked out Harry for his first target.

Dark eyes roamed over the class and finally landed on her, but she didn't dare look at him. A week had passed and yet Rhian had yet to talk to her father about the sorting, to be truthful she was scared.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and extract art of potion making." He began his voice barely a whisper but it seemed that it carried throughout the room causing shivers to run down everyone's back. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death… if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Rhian rolled her eyes. She had heard this speech a thousand times over the last few years and knew that every time is scared the students almost to the point of peeing their pants. Beside her Hermione was on the edge of her seat eagerly waiting for the lesson to begin and Harry and Ron in front of her exchanged looks as they gulped.

Looking up at her father Rhian noticed the strange glint in his eyes as he watched Harry carefully. It was between longing and hate but Rhian couldn't tell.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly startling the boy. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

From where she sat Rhian could tell by the look on his face that Harry had no clue. She pitied him.

"I don't know sir." He whispered emerald eyes finding the flagstones quite interesting.

A snarl appeared on Snape's lips. "Clearly fame isn't everything."

He ignored Hermione's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter where would you find a bezoar?"

Again Harry looked crestfallen. "I don't know sir." He replied.

"It appears Mr. Potter that you did not even open your book before coming to class."

Beside her Hermione was practically dancing in her seat hoping to be called on but Snape just continued to ignore her as he continued to glare at Harry.

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane Potter?"

At this Rhian glared at her father silently pleading with him to stop badgering the boy who obviously didn't know. By now Hermione had stood up her hand raised straight above her head. Rhian tried to tug at her robes urging her to sit down knowing any moment her father was going to snap at her. But Hermione persisted.

"Sit down you silly girl." Snape snapped causing Hermione to quickly take her seat and her gaze to fall to the floor.

Snape's obsidian eyes swept over the class and landed on Rhian. Oh no She thought as he strode closer.

"Miss Snape… tell me what do I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Rhian sighed. "Draught of living death, sir." She replied stiffly

Snape nodded in approval. "And where would I find a Bezoar?" He questioned.

"In the stomach of a goat, sir." Rhian answered stiffly once more. She could feel the eyes of the other students on her, most were glaring at her.

"As for monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Rhian wished she could disappear. "Well Miss Snape?" the professor pressed becoming impatient.

"Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant also called aconite."

Snape nodded. "Well? Why are you not writing this down?" He snapped causing the students to jump.

Having known the answers to her father's questions Rhian had already written it in her notes. Looking around Rhian watched her fellow classmates scribble in their notebooks furiously making sure they got everything.

"Five points from Gryffindor Potter for being unable to answer any of the answers." Snape snarled as he turned towards his desk.

Things didn't get any easier for Rhian or the other Gryffindors during double potions. Professor Snape had set them in pairs to work on a simple boil cure potion. Snape had deliberately paired Rhian with Draco Malfoy.

Rhian pointedly ignored Malfoy and set to chopping up the ingredients for the potion and set them aside. Professor Snape stalked down the isles between desks his black robes billowing behind him as he glared down into the cauldrons taking points from the Gryffindors and awarding points to the Slytherins.

"Your incompetence is mind boggling." He snarled as he peered into Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnegan's cauldron.

Just as he swept away from the desk Rhian noticed that the cauldron's contents were dangerously bubbling within. "Sir…"

Snape swiveled on his heel moments before a resounding boom echoed through the dungeon room as the cauldron blew apart from the explosion. Most of the students dove for cover under the tables. The unfortunate ones were covered in the botched potion.

Neville whimpered in pain as angry red boils appeared all over his bared skin. "Idiot boy." Snape rounded on the whimpering boy. "You put the porcupine quills in before taking the cauldron off." With a wave off his wand the mess that the botched potion made.

"Finnegan escort Longbottom and any of the others covered in the potion to the hospital wing." Snape snarled as he turned towards Potter who was stationed next the two boys. "Potter…why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought it make you look good if he blew up his potion, did you? Five points from Gryffindor."

Rhian gasped. She knew her father could be a royal git to the students but never before had she seen him show such hatred towards a single student. Why did he hate Potter so much?

As the class ended an hour later Rhian and the other Gryffindors sadly packed up their things unable to fathom why Snape hated Harry Potter so much.

"Miss Snape please stay behind." Snape said taking his seat behind his desk.

Rhian sighed. "Yes sir." She whispered longingly watching her classmates leaving the dungeon classroom as quickly as possible.

When the other students left Snape flicked his wand towards the door closing and locking it.

"Tell me Rhian how was your first week of classes." Snape asked his voice no longer harsh.

Rhian's gaze fell on the flagstones at her feet not daring to look up at her father.

"Rhian…" Snape said gently kneeling down in front of her. "Look at me child." He said placing a long pale finger under her chin lifting her head up to look in her eyes.

Rhian felt trapped. There was no way that she could tell her father that she was afraid of him at the moment. "I should go father." I whispered as she turned to leave.

Strong hands stopped her progress and turned her back around. "Rhian, I am not mad that you were sorted into Gryffindor." Snape said softly

Rhian's eyes grew wide as she turned to look up at her father. "You're not?" She asked uncertainly hoping against all hope it was the truth.

"Have I ever lied to you child?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Shaking her head Rhian smiled slightly.

"Now you didn't answer my first question, how was your first week?"

Rhian shrugged. "It was alright I guess. I'm sorry for ignoring you this week Dad." She whispered scuffing the toe of her shoe on the flagstone.

"Quite alright child, I understand." Severus said placing a hand on her shoulder. "You should run along or you'll be late to your next class." He added giving her a little shove towards the door.

"Bye Dad." Rhian replied heading out the door promising herself that she'd look into his odd behavior.

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"Snape is a real git…" Ron said angrily in the common room later that night. "Ow Harry what was that for?"

Rhian looked up from her homework to find that Harry had kicked Ron in the shin and was now glaring meaningfully at the red head.

Ron looked at Harry confusedly until realization dawned on him and he turned to Rhian. "I'm sorry Rhian…" He whispered his face getting as red as his hair.

Rhian shrugged. "I know he is Ron, I've lived with him the past eleven years. Its ok." She replied. "His behavior towards Harry though is rather odd." She added.

"I wish I knew why too." Harry replied flicking through the pages of hid potions book.

An hour later Rhian closed her book. "Finally…" she sighed in relief. "I'm done." Standing up she stretched. "I'm headed to bed, night guys."

"Night Rhian" the boys said in unison as she walked up the steps.

The weekend and the following week passed slowly for Rhian and the boys but finally the day they had been waiting for, flying lessons.

After their last class Harry, Rhian, Ron and the other Gryffindor first years hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lessons on Thursday afternoon at half past three.

All the boys were excitedly talking about their flying experiences and how they couldn't wait for Quidditch to begin in a few weeks time. Rhian rolled her eyes as they approached the courtyard that was going to be used for the lesson that clear day.

When they arrived they found that the Slytherins were already there waiting. On the ground in two lines were twenty four school brooms, most of which she knew vibrated if they were flown too high or flew at an angle.

Hermione stood next to her nervously fidgeting with the hem of her robes. She had confided in Rhian the night before that she was afraid to fly, but deep down Rhian knew she was afraid because you couldn't learn to fly out of a book.

"You'll do fine." Rhian patted Hermione's arm encouragingly.

Hermione smiled slightly, but turned her eyes back to the brooms. "I've never flown before either." Rhian whispered so only Hermione heard. "Dad wouldn't let me."

Before Hermione could respond Madame Hooch arrived. Her short dark grey hair stuck up in spikes and her yellow cat like eyes flashed in the afternoon sun.

"Well what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Stand beside a broomstick now hurry up."

Glancing down at her broom Rhian gulped. It sure looked old. Looking to her right she noticed Harry doing the same.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom." Madame Hooch instructed. Once everyone had done so she continued. "Speak clearly and say 'Up!"

"Up!" shouted the students.

Almost at the same time Rhian and Harry's brooms jumped up into their hands, the rough wood smacking their palms. Looking around Rhian noticed in astonishment that she, Harry and Malfoy were the only ones holding their brooms after the first up. The others including Hermione and Neville's brooms wobbled and then lay still on the ground.

Madame Hooch then showed them how to mount the broom properly. Rhian smirked when Malfoy was told that he had been flying the wrong way for years.

"Now when I blow my whistle, kick of the ground hard." Hooch instructed walking up and down the row. "Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment and come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle, three…two…"

Rhian had been watching Neville who was quite jumpy. Before Madame Hooch had the chance to raise the whistle he kicked off hard and was rising fast.

"Neville…" Harry and Rhian cried out as he steadily rose into the air.

Madame Hooch was taken aback. "Boy come back down here at once." She ordered but Neville only rose higher.

Without even thinking Rhian mounted her broom and kicked off the ground. "Where do you think you're going Miss Snape?"

Rhian ignored the teacher and rose up in the air. "Hang on Neville." She called.

Rising up next to Neville Rhian grabbed hold of Neville's arm. "Let's get you down from here." She whispered to the frightened boy.

Gently leaning forward on the broom Rhian steadily lowered both her and Neville towards the ground. In his eagerness to get off the broom Neville leaned over too far and instantly fell of the broom twisting his ankle in the process.

Madame Hooch hurried over to Neville and Rhian her face as white as paper. Carefully she helped Neville up and supported his weight. "Off to the hospital wing with you." She said before turning to the rest of the class. "The rest of you had better keep both feet firmly on the ground. If I find that you have left the ground you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can see quidditch. Come along dear."

As soon as they were out of earshot Malfoy and the other Slytherins burst into laughter, Malfoy doubling over holding his stomach.

"Did you see his face?" Malfoy laughed. "The great lump."

Anger seem to boil within Rhian's chest. The Gryffindors around her came in closer.

Ron growled in annoyance stepping forward. "Shut up Malfoy." He spat anger building up.

Harry grasped Ron's forearm holding back from doing something stupid. "Ron, don't be stupid." He whispered.

"Look…" Malfoy darted forward picking up a round glass ball. "Its that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him.

Harry glared at Malfoy as Rhian stepped forward. "Give it back Malfoy it's not yours." She demanded in a low tone like her father.

A nasty smile appeared on Malfoy's face. "I think not." He replied. "I think it's better off up a tree."

"Malfoy give it back." Harry demanded coming to stand next to Rhian.

The blonde Slytherin smirked as he mounted his broom and rose in the air. "Come and get it Potter." He called.

As Harry grabbed his broom Hermione stepped forward grabbing his arm. "No" she shouted. "You heard what Madame Hooch said. You'll get us all in trouble."

Ignoring her Harry rose in the air coming up level with Malfoy. Down below Rhian watched as the two boys came face to face. I have to help him she thought as she too mounted her school broom and took off. The anger she felt fueling her.

"Give it here." She heard Harry demand. "Or I'll knock you of your broom."

The smirk on Malfoy's face widened. "Oh yeah?" He snarled but from where Rhian was he looked nervous.

"Your dim-witted goons aren't here to help you Malfoy." Rhian called out to him.

Malfoy turned in surprise having not seen her rise up behind him in the air. Rhian could definitely tell that Malfoy was now no longer confident.

"Catch it if you can." Malfoy shouted throwing the glass remembrall as far as he could.

Rhian saw Harry's eyes narrow as he leaned into the broom shooting forward, taking off towards the glass ball that was on a collision course with one of the castle's towers.

Out of the corner of her eye Rhian saw Malfoy shoot towards the ground. Turning towards the ground she raced after him, tacking him inches from the grassy lawn.

"You foul being." She hissed socking him in the face.

Just then the first years burst out in cheers calling Harry's name, glancing upward Rhian saw Harry land with the remembrall in his hand.

"HARRY POTTER"

Professor McGonagall was running towards them. "Never….have I seen…" she was almost speechless.

Then she round on Rhian. "Miss Snape" she cried striding forward and prying her off Malfoy's trembling body.

"Both of you come with me." She ordered swiftly striding towards the entrance hall.

Dread filled her mind replacing her recent anger. Glancing over at Harry who walked beside her, she noticed he looked just how she felt. He was probably thinking the same thing she was. We are in deep shit now she thought as she walked down the corridor following her Head of House. Oh God she thought. She is going to take me to my dad. I'm dead for sure.

Feeling quite numb Rhian didn't notice that Professor McGonagall had stopped in front of Quirrell's classroom door until she spoke.

"Professor Quirrell, pardon my interruption but may I borrow Wood for a moment." She said.

A few moments later a burly fifth year boy with confusion written on his face.

"Professor?"

Professor McGonagall looked excited now. "Wood this is Potter, Potter this is Wood. Wood I've found you a seeker."

Wood looked from McGonagall to Harry skeptically. "Are you serious Professor?" He asked unsurely.

"Absolutely" McGonagall replied crisply. "The boy has natural talent. I've never seen anything like it." She turned to Harry. "Was that the first time on a broom Potter?"

Harry nodded silently watching Wood's facial expression change.

"He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive." McGonagall exclaimed.

Rhian stepped back as Wood came forward and began circling Harry mumbling softly to himself as he did so.

"Miss Snape follow me." McGonagall ordered her stern face back in place.

Gulping Rhian glanced at Harry before following the professor back down the corridor. Rhian knew they were getting close as the air around them became colder.

"You should be ashamed of yourself Miss Snape." McGonagall was saying. "Attacking another student is unbelievable. Especially from you."

Rhian hung her head her cheeks burning as they came to a stop in front Snape's door. McGonagall stuck her head in the door. "Severus could I borrow you a moment." It didn't sound like a request but more like an order.

Hearing her father order the students to keep working silently as he stalked out of the room Rhian held her breath.

"What is going on here?" He demanded his eyes flicking between his colleague and daughter.

"Might we go somewhere a little more private Severus." McGonagall stated

Severus inclined his head striding briskly down the corridor towards his office. Rhian followed the two professors into the office and sunk into the hard backed chair.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Severus, your daughter attacked Mr. Malfoy during their flying lesson." McGonagall stated.

Rhian gulped. "Rhiannon Lily Snape what in Merlin's name were you thinking?" Her father roared.

"He made me mad." She whispered. "Malfoy stole Neville's remembrall and taunted Harry…"

"That gives you no right to attack a student." Snape sneered interrupting her. "No matter what they've done."

Tears filled her eyes as Rhian rested her head in her hands. "I'm sorry dad, I'm sorry." She whispered sadly.

"You better be sorry." He snarled. "For the next month you will be serving detention with Mr. Filch. And if you ever attack another student I will expel you personally."

To say her father was angry was an understatement. Rhian knew her father was livid. "Yes sir" she whispered. "May I go?" she asked turning to Professor McGonagall.

McGonagall looked over to Professor Snape who was leaning heavily against his desk, his back now turned. "Yes child, you may go." She said quietly so as to not disturb Rhian's father.

Not wasting any time Rhian hurried out of the room and all but ran all the way back to the Gryffindor tower.

"Rhian" Surprised voices called out her name. "Rhian what happened?"

Ignoring them Rhian ran up the stairs and into the first year girl dormitory. Burying her head under her pillow Rhian cried.

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