Chapter 13

Discussions with Professor Snape

Knock, knock! I knocked on the door in front of me in the dungeon. I was a little scared to come here, I hate not getting something right, not that the side effect of the telepathy potion was bad, but it wasn't right.

"Miss Zeak? Can I help you with something?" Professor Snape's creepy voice came though the now open door. I looked up and Snape was looking at me from behind his desk with the face he uses in class, the one that says, "you better have the answer or else."

"Professor Snape, I have a question to ask, is it ok if I come in?"

He just motioned to the chair infront of his desk and put away the papers that he was working on. I came into the room, shut the door, and took the seat.

"Miss Zeak, I do have important things to do. You may be in my house, somewhat, but that doesn't give you any sort of importance in my eyes."

I guess that's what the other Gryffindors were sayign about Professor Snape being mean. I'm glad I'm not a total Gryffindor, if I were, I somehow doubt that he would have even seen me.

"Well professor, hypothetically, is someone were to brew a hypothetical potion, to communicate using telepathy, and it worked hypothetically, but with some side effects. The hypothecial side effects, that according to all the books in the library are impossable. I know becuase I looked it up, it's for a paper to prepare me for my NEWTS, anyways but none of the books mention this side effect. But, if the side effects were to happen hypothetically..."

"Miss Zeak, if you don't get to the point of your hypothetical question soon, you may exit my office at once."

"Oh, yes...well, the hypothetical side effect was that the drinker of the potion can now comunicate with whoever they want. They can also read people's thoughts. Of course this is all hypothecially, none of it really happened, it's all for research."

I could tell by his expression, that he didn't really believe the situation was hypothetical. I was just hopeing that at this point, he would just help me. No one ever said that Snape was stupid, just mean.

"Just what potion was this with the side effects your reasearching?"

"I was researching the Mentis Sermo potion. Basicaly you add the blood of who you want to make a mental path with and..."

"As the potions master I know a lot about potions in general and specifics. The potion you mentioned, will only open a metal pathway between the drinker of the potion, and the donator of the blood, used in the potion. There is no way possible, for the side effects you are researching to occur."

He was looking at me with an intense look on his face. It was then, at the end of his telling me that my side effects weren't possible, I felt something weird in my head. Almost as if someone were going though my surface thoughts, I immediately put up mental gaurds that I read about and been practicing a lot.

By the look on Professor Snape's face, I'm going to assume it was he, who was trying to read my thoughts. When he got thrown out of my mind, his face changed, like he was pondering something. I hope he didn't get that I brewed the potion, or the animagus potion...or the fact that I like to play in the Forbbiden Forest. There are a lot of things I would rather the professor not know about me.

"Well Miss Zeak, if that was all you wanted to ask, I would suggest you leave, I am sure you have other problems to occupy your time, perhaps your homework that was assigned in class Friday?"

"No, I finished my homework Friday night, but I do have some other work to take care of. Thank you for your time Professor Snape."

Getting up from the chair, I quickly ran out of the office. I wasn't lieing when I told him that I had other work to take care of, I was going to meet up with the twins today to work on a new prank, I think we are going to do it on Halloween night after the feast. Afterwards, I'll be heading out into the forrest to get a real sense of my clouded leopard, I might even find some werewolves to play with, Firenze might know where some are.

Snape's POV

I tried to use Legilimency to on Adonia to find out if she had infact brewed the Mentis Sermo potion. What I could from her surface thoughts she had, and did it perfectly in fact, but she was experienceing the so called side effects as well. That was all I could get before she threw me out of her mind, which for a first year is quite an amazing feat.

"Well Miss Zeak, if that was all you wanted to ask, I would suggest you leave, I am sure you have other problems to occupy your time, perhaps your homework that was assigned in class Friday?"

"No, I finished my homework Friday night, but I do have some other work to take care of. Thank you for your time Professor Snape."

I watched as Adonia left to go about whatever business she had. As soon as she left I locked up my office with a special, unknown locking spell, so that the students couldn't make their way into my office. Making sure she wasn't in the, I walked up to the headmaster's office.

"Lemon drops." I still can not understand why such a man would have a fascination with muggle candy, but to each his own I guess.

I climbed up the stairs and knocked on the door before the headmaster's office.

"Come in." Dumbledore's voice called from within, the squawk of his pheonix following soon after.

"Albus? I have some information about your granddaughter Adonia."

"What is it old friend?" He gestured for me to sit.

"It appears, for some reason, that she has brewed the Mentis Sermo potion. I don't know who she was trying to communicate with, but it would seem that she is quite the potions brewer. And, while it is a bit unnerving that she can brew such a complicated potion, what she came to ask me is a bit more. It would seem that that she can communicate with anyone mind-to-mind, and also read others thoughts. I can only conclude that by attempting this potion, that she activated some of the latent powers the prophacy spoke of."

Albus nodded along while I spoke. "I believe that you are right. If you would continue to moniter her and her developments, I would greatly appreciate it."

We discussed mundane things after that, before I headed back to my office to finish grading the 5th year essays on the Polyjuice potion. I had no great expectations of the student's in this year, most will do dismal on their OWLS.