DISCLAIMER:: As we all I know...I own nothing...JKR does...and she PWNS

((Author's Note)) Terribly sorry for the wait. I've been ridiciously busy. This might be a little bit tedious. I hope not but I make no promises. The next bit is starting off really well, it will be posted soon. Enjoy.

Severus raced to his ingredient cabinet quickly, Tempus was his top priority- he could deal with Adrienne later. He grabbed a vial of his best purgatory. His thoughts slipped to the muggle way of dealing with this...a stomach pump, which would be a better way, no more toxins...but he shuddered violently when he realized that if Tempus had been muggle she would have already died. No muggle could have digested all of those drugs and still survived.

As he was hurrying to the Hospital Wing he found himself desparately wishing for the umpteenth time in his life that Apparation was allowed in Hogwarts.

When he reached Tempus, she was significantly cleaner, but wasn't looking any better. In face, she was looking rather pale and in a lot of pain. Severus looked to Madame Pomfrey for an update.

"Her stomach has to be in intense pain, but I don't know what she has taken so I can't give her a pain reliever."

"Smart decisions, the last thing she needs is more toxins. I see that you cleaned her up, but Im afraid that it won't matter. Give her this," he said, handing the vial to Madame Pomfrey. She nodded and preceeded to give Tempus the purgatory. She summoned a large bucket from across the room and stood waiting. Severus grimmaced at what was about to happen.

Tempus swallowed the disgusting potion, it burned down her throat and into her stomach. She felt her stomach riot against the new substance. She then leaned over the bed and purged. She retched and retched until she was barely aware of what she was doing. After what felt like an eternity, Tempus found that she could purge no more. Her abs ached and her throat burned as if on fire, but every bone in her body was sore and tired. She could barely keep her eyes open, and even though her mouth still tasted like hot bile, she fell asleep.

Severus sighed heavily and cleared the vomit from the bucket and freshened the room. With a swipe of his wand he cleaned Tempus's bedding with her in it. He pulled a mint from his pocket and slipped it into her mouth for her own sake and left the room without saying a word to Madame Pomfrey. But she would not be shaken so quickly.

"Severus Snape!" she called for him, shrillly. He inwardly groaned and waited for her. Students he could avoid easily, colleagues, not so much.

"Severus, I demand to know what happened! How on Earth did she digest such strong drugs? Where did she obtain them? Surely they weren't in your stocks!"

"Poppy," he cut her off sternly, "I assure you, that I do not know much more than you do, but on one thing we can be sure on. Do not be naive. Teenagers will experiment and do things that are completely and utterly stupid and we can't pretend they don't. I will punish her of my own accord, but for right now I think she's had enough punishment for a while. As for them being in my stocks, I have them in small quantities under tight supervision. The drugs were not of my stocks."

She pursed her lips but nodded. "Very well. I trust that you will handle this situation appropriately?"

"Poppy," he said tiredly and quietly, "I don't need you to babysit. If I don't I will have to answer to Dumbledore, not you. I've got this."

He turned his back to her and walked out of the room.

Tempus looked down at her hands which were folded in her lap. Her face burned with embarassment. You've really done it this time, Temp... she thought dryly. It had been a week since her being found on the front steps, but a week had been enough time for her to recover and now her punishment was being decided. Her father sat to her right, looking more tired and rigid than ever and a silent, unreadable Dumbledore sat in front of her.

Tempus was fully aware of Dumbledore's disappointment but it was her father's that hurt the most. He had said very little to her since the cleansing process.

"Tempus," Dumbledore started gently, "I am aware that what happened wasn't entirely your fault, but you do take share in the blame."

Tempus swallowed and looked up tentatively at Dumbledore and then her father and nodded. She was well aware.

"I've talked privately with your father and we have come to a conclusion," he stopped and looked for Severus to continue.

Severus looked at Dumbledore darkly but turned his attention to Tempus.

"Tempus, we think...I think that it would be best if you were removed-"

Tempus looked up immeadiately, not letting him finish. Her eyes blazed fiercely. She knew she had messed up...but removing her from Hogwarts?

"Removed," he repeated, "From Slytherin."

Tempus's heart did a flip, it was far better than what she thought was going to be said. She looked up at her father and nodded in agreement. It would be best. Although she had Slytherin blood in her, she lacked malice and real drive to climb the social ladders of society. She probably would be better off in a different house.

"I agree, Father," she replied softly.

Dumbledore's eyes glinted and he got up slowly to retreive the sorting hat. Tempus watched him leave and the moment he was gone, she turned to her father.

"About Adrienne...?"

"She will get due punishment, Tempus."

She nodded, but that wasn't what she meant.

"Why? Is it because of Draco?"

Severus merely raised an eyebrow.

"Draco has been...well more or less...hitting on me around her. And aren't they dating?"

Severus sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Something like that," he replied, "and yes, I do believe that that could be a factor, but I do not think it was the sole factor. Tempus, there is something much darker to Adrienne than you could ever imagine. She was not born with the malice you see today. But that does not excuse her actions. She will be punished accordingly and the truth will be told to you eventually, but not right now."

Tempus's temper flared, she didn't like not being told things.

"So she nearly kills me, and you don't think its relavent for me to know why?"

Severus rubbed his temples tiredly, "Tempus! I implore you to stop your fighting! I will tell you, but not right now!"

Tempus sighed, her frustration settling a bit. Dumbledore appeared as if on cue, looking like he had purposely taken his time. He motioned for her to come to the stool. Tempus wondered if the stool played any specific part in the sorting or if it was just tradition.

"Oh it's you again!" the hat mused, "It is a rare occasion that I make a mistake. But perhaps it wasn't I that was mistaken. No, I believe that it is the changing times that is at fault. Let's see here. You are very intelligent, very Ravenclaw...bold and brave, much like Gryffindor. You were weak last week, but I believe you have learned. I also believe that you have exactly what it takes to be the perfect GRYFFINDOR!"

Tempus exhaled and collapsed her shoulders. She was greatly disappointed. As if her life couldn't be worse. She did not want to look up at her father, for his expression should surely kill her, the only problem was, she didn't know where he was standing. In attempt to find Dumbledore, she caught her father's face... and his expression greatly shocked her.

He looked relieved! Unbelievable!

"You're happy!" she gasped. She didn't know why she was so mad. She didn't dislike Gryffindor in the least bit. She had found them much more pleasurable than the students of Slytherin, but there was something wrong about a man denouncing his own house.

Snape's smug grin disappeared. He hadn't been aware that he had been so readable.

"Happy isn't the word I would use, but it's a better sorting than the original," he responded, slowly and calmly.

Tempus rubbed her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture.

"You never cease to confuse me, Father. I get in your own house and you are vastly disappointed in me. I get sorted into your rival house and you are relieved? I do not understand. I try so hard to please you, I fear your disapproval more than anything, but for some--" And she stopped abruptly. She had spoken much more than she meant to. Her black eyes were wide with uncertainty. She most certainly had not meant to say that.

Severus stared at his daughter in sheer wonder. He had never noticed that in his daughter. He had never noticed how greatly she wanted to please him. He wondered if it was because he never looked or because he did not want to see. Personally, he did not see himself worthy of such a position in her eyes. She was far superior to him in ways he didn't necessairly want to admit. She was beautiful, cunning, brave, sociable, and generally better liked than him. She was more of her mother than she was of her father.

He tried to speak but couldn't form words with his mouth. Dumbledore beamed gaily as he approached the two.

He broke the awkward silence.

"I for one, think that this is a great achievement, Miss Snape. This is the first time in Hogwart's history that someone has been resorted. I think it only proves what I have thought for years. There aren't as many differences between the houses as one might think. I congradulate you, Miss Snape."

Tempus exhaled and looked down at her shoe for a moment before looking at her father and back at Dumbledore. She thought about what he had said. The first in history... She kinda liked the sound of that.

"Thank you, sir."

Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes twinkling merrily. He nodded and turned to leave. Tempus looked over at her father and gave him a weak smile. Things were going to change; hopefully for the better.