So you should all know by now that I am not JK Rowling. She never put her charactors in the situations that I love to! :)

This chapter is a very important one, it explains alot and still raises more questions. It took me several tries to get it out the way I wanted it. So I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Sixteen

Detention with Moody

"Taylor Porter! Yo Porter, you'd better get up or you're going to be late!"

Taylor felt like she was drugged, she wondered who in blazes was hollering to her at this time of morning anyway. Something thumped on her back. She was instantly awake and she had her wand in her hand as she rolled out of bed ready to disarm anyone who looked threatening. Only Lavender Brown and Hermione stood there though.

"Whoa, Taylor, put that thing away, you're going to get yourself in more trouble if you jinx someone on the first morning back!" Hermione's bossy voice commanded. "Besides, you have about 5 minutes to get dressed and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast."

Taylor was out the door of the dorm before Hermione had finished talking. She was not going to class smelling like this. Into the shower and out again she flew, running into a couple of scared looking first years. "Sorry" she called as she set them back on their feet with her wand as she was heading out the washroom door. She pulled on her school robes. Her backpack, of course, was either at Grimmauld Place, the new Order headquarters or somewhere in between. She'd just have to do without this morning. She ran her hand through her short wet hair and met Hermione, Ron and Ginny as they went out through the portal. They wouldn't have time to check on Harry before breakfast because they didn't have their new time schedules yet for their classes. They would get them at breakfast.

Taylor was very surprised when she entered the Great Hall. The tables were still lined up for the houses but they were a lot shorter then they used to be, only coming about half way down the huge hall, even then they were not full of students. Taylor shook her head. Voldemort's presence was being felt very strongly at the school. She then noticed at least half a dozen full grown witches and wizards who seemed to be standing guard. When she mentioned this, Hermione told her that they were aurors and they were posted all over the grounds for safety.

Taylor was just finishing her third bowl of oatmeal, she hadn't said very much the whole time she was eating, just listening to what people were saying, when Professor McGonagall came by with their timetables.

"Miss Porter you are to report to my office as soon as you finish your last class this afternoon, no delays," McGonagall said to Taylor as she passed her a timetable, and she continued down the table passing out the rest of the timetables to the Gryffindor's.

Taylor rolled her eyes, then looked at her schedule. Oh great, double potions with Slughorn, and she sighed. Most of her timetable seemed to be made up of double classes and study periods. Great just what I need, Taylor thought as she looked over at Ron's timetable. They were both the same, so that would mean she had succeeded again this year to be in all of Harry's classes, because Ron was always in all of Harry's classes.

The early morning went okay. She hadn't had her things for potions but Slughorn had let her go get them from her dorm. He was an arrogant ass, but he let her get away with a lot because she had gotten top marks in his class the year before. Harry had only been better than her at potions while he was using the prince's book. Taylor, it seemed, had inherited Lily Potter's potion making skills, but of course she couldn't tell anyone. She hadn't even told Harry or Hermione what her grades in potions were. As it was, Taylor was able to complete her potion and pass it in on time at the end of the class, impressing Slughorn yet again. I'm going to have to be careful. I don't want to make him too impressed or else I'll get invited to his Slug Club again.

Next she had double Herbology out in the greenhouses. She wasn't as good at it as some but she wasn't bad. Ron was her partner and he nearly put them in the hospital wing when he grabbed the wrong end of a particularly nasty plant and tried to trim it instead of the one they had been pruning. She and Ron received extra homework for that mistake.

When they finally went into the school again for lunch, Taylor was wondering why she had been so keen to return. They had a heap of homework and they had only had two classes so far. They met Ginny in the entrance hall and they headed for the hospital wing to see how Harry was doing before lunch.

Harry wasn't awake when they got there so they only stayed for a minute. He was still pale, but Madame Pomfrey said he was resting more easily, so he couldn't be in as much pain. Taylor noted the two aurors posted outside the hospital wing doors. At least Harry should be safe there, Taylor thought sarcastically.

After lunch Taylor had Charms with little Professor Flitwick, and she enjoyed that class as usual until she realized she was going to have another huge amount of homework from Charms as well. It seemed all the teachers were going to get them ready for their N.E.W.T.'s at the end of the year, Voldemort or not. At the end of class Taylor said good-bye to Ron and Hermione and headed straight for the Headmistress' office like she had been told.

When she reached the stone gargoyle at the entrance to the Headmistress' office she remembered that she didn't have the password to go any farther. She was standing there only a minute though when Moody and Lupin came down the revolving staircase from the Headmistress' office.

"Porter do you have that cloak of Potter's?" Moody asked when he stepped into the hallway.

Taylor looked at Moody for a moment confused, then it occurred to her that Moody was talking about Harry's invisibility cloak. "Ah, yeah Profes… ah Moody, but I'm supposed to be going to see Professor McGonagall like she told me this morning," she said looking at Moody and Lupin curiously.

"No Porter, Professor McGonagall told you to come to her office this afternoon, and that is what you did, didn't you?" Moody growled. "Well you are to start serving your detentions with us, so go get Potter's cloak and meet us in the entrance hall with it on."

Taylor stood there for a moment stunned, had she really heard right?

"I thought you told me, Remus, that Miss Porter was a quick study…" Moody growled as Taylor wheeled and took off for the Gryffindor common room at a run.

Taylor was out of breath when she reached the fat lady but she wasted no time saying the password and climbing in through the porthole and took the stairs to her room two at a time. There was no one there when she entered and grabbed Harry's bag off of the floor. She dumped the contents onto the bed and picked up the invisibility cloak. Her fingers brushed against the picture frame that Dumbledore was in and she picked it up. It was empty but what was she going to do with it? She couldn't just leave it lying there like that. Someone might become suspicious. So she opened her trunk, intent on putting it in there, when she saw the picture of her Aunt Helen and Uncle Herbert. An idea came to her instantly. When she was done putting the muggle picture of her Aunt and Uncle over Dumbledore, she placed it on her bedside table, which should be as good a hiding place as any for now.

She glanced at her watch. That had used up a lot of time she didn't have but she wanted to leave a message for Hermione. She grabbed a piece of parchment and quickly wrote down a note:

Hermione, got a detention with M.E.M. and Moony, I can't believe you haven't seen him yet. See you later, Taylor.

She read the note over once more. If anything happened, maybe Hermione would get whom she had gone with. Taylor left the note on Hermione's bed, pulled the invisibility cloak over her and headed down to the common room. No one was there, so she went out through the porthole and hurried as fast as she could through all the shortcuts she knew to get to the Entrance hall where Moody and Lupin were waiting impatiently. She could tell Moody saw her as soon as she started across the huge, almost empty hall towards them with his magical eye.

"About time," Moody grumbled so only she could hear, as Moody, Lupin and Taylor following behind, went out through the castle doors. They crossed the lawns and paused only a moment at the gates when one of two aurors standing guard asked where they were going.

"We've got business in Hogsmeade," Moody growled at them and the aurors waved their wands and the gates opened. When they were through, the gates clicked shut again.

Taylor had to hurry to keep up with Moody and Lupin as they headed for Hogsmeade. Most of the places were boarded up, Taylor saw as she hurried past. When Moody and Lupin headed down a side alley Taylor paused. Where were they going?

Moody's low growl of, "Keep that cloak on and get down here," made her legs move again.

When they were behind the building, Moody stopped and turned to her and growled in a whisper, "Take hold of Lupin's arm. He'll take you to headquarters but keep that cloak on until we make sure it's safe, and keep your wand out just in case."

Taylor smiled. Only Moody would think that a secret headquarters somewhere was unsafe, but she gripped her wand tighter, she had been holding it since she left her room, and put her other hand on Lupin's arm, holding on tight.

Lupin looked down when he felt her hand on his arm. He couldn't see her but he smiled a tight smile. "Ready," he whispered and stepped into his Apparition turn.

Taylor found herself in a small room. There was a fireplace, a table and one door that was closed and a man sitting in the corner. It was Mr. Weasley.

Moody appeared a moment afterward. "Everything alright Arthur?" he asked.

Arthur Weasley nodded his head and looked at Lupin, but he said, "Yes, it's been quiet here all watch. Are you sure about this Alastor?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Moody looked all around with his magical eye, then he said, "Ok, Miss Porter you can take that cloak off now. Yes, Arthur I am sure about this, we need to know and like I said before, here is as good a place as any."

Taylor let go of Lupin's arm, suddenly realizing she still had a hold of it. Then she did as she was told and took off the invisibility cloak, but she kept her wand out. She wasn't sure why, but it felt good in her hand in this strange cabin.

Mr. Weasley smiled at Taylor but it was a strained type of smile that didn't go far to put her at ease. "Hello, Taylor it's good to see you again." He said.

"Now Miss Porter we would like you to release Snape from the Dark holding spell you put on him," Moody said without any preamble.

Taylor stared at him and the unease she had been feeling jumped a couple of steps to being definitely worried. She shifted her feet and looked around the room again. She couldn't see Snape, but there was that closed door. "Ah, right now? I don't see him. Anyway, wouldn't it be easier to hold him, I assume that's what you are going to do, if he stays unconscious?" She said, her voice not as confident as she would have liked. She didn't want them to know she was worried.

"Taylor, you see, we are not sure what is happening to him while he is under this spell. Something just isn't right about Snape, ever since we went and got him from Grimmauld Place last night, it is like he is having a nightmare, but it keeps getting worse. If it gets any worse we are afraid…" But Lupin didn't finish. Moody had gone over to the door while Lupin had been talking and with a flick of his wand opened it. Inside Taylor could see the dark form and greasy hair on Snape's head, but they were right. Something was definitely wrong with him.

Taylor could feel the blood drain from her face as she watched. Snape was obviously having some sort of nightmare but she could hear it, even see it, in her mind's eye. A snake was talking to him; a snake that was slowly wrapping itself around his body. The snake was asking how he knew about the Potter children. Its tongue now flickering right by Snape's mouth. Taylor watched in horror as it slipped into his mouth. Snape tried to scream, terror filled his eyes. Snape looked at her, pleading for her help.

"MOODY! Shut that door!" Lupin yelled as he watched Taylor's face go white and her body started to shake. She was staring at Snape like she could see what he was seeing. The same look of terror was on both their faces anyway.

Moody slammed the door as Taylor fell to the floor. Lupin knelt beside her, his own face pale from what he had just witnessed. "What the hell just happened anyway?" he demanded but his voice shook a little with fear.

Moody knelt beside Taylor too, his scared features looking concerned. He had been sure that the Porter girl would be able to reverse the spell that she had put on Snape. Now he wasn't so sure.

Mr. Weasley looked down at Taylor. He hadn't liked the idea of asking this young girl to come here to begin with. He highly doubted that if they couldn't undo that spell, Taylor, who wasn't even out of Hogwarts yet, wouldn't be able to. "Alastor, I think we need to rethink this plan."

Taylor could hear their voices but it was like they were coming from a long ways away. She could still see the snake in her mind's eye and a shiver ran down her spine. The look in Snape's eyes though, disturbed her more. He had been pleading for her to do something, to help him. Taylor lifted her hand up and found the pendant around her neck. It was hot again. She opened her eyes. Lupin was staring right down at her, worry etched into his tired face.

"Easy, Taylor. Are you all right?" He asked

"Here, let's get you off of that floor and into a chair," Mr. Weasley said, his voice sounding relieved. He and Lupin helped the young witch up off the floor and into a nearby chair.

Moody was watching Taylor closely. She looked quite shaken. Maybe he shouldn't have sprung Snape on her like that, but he had wanted to see if she was into the Dark Arts and the best way he knew how to do that was surprise someone and gauge their reaction. "I'm sorry Porter. I didn't want to put you through that but I had to see your reaction."

Taylor looked at Moody in confusion but it was Lupin who spoke.

"Mad-eye, I think your experiment here is done," Lupin said, his voice angry but there was something else there too.

"I agree, Alastor. We can't put Taylor in danger again." Mr. Weasley said, his voice sounding protective like a father's would.

Taylor gave her head a shake and looked at Moody. "You wanted to see if I was able to do the counter spell to reverse the one I put on Snape in the first place." It was a statement.

Moody watched her for a second then nodded his head, "Yes, Porter, that is exactly what I wanted to see."

Taylor's mind started to turn. Could she reverse the spell? Yes was the resounding answer, but why hadn't it worked? She had become overwhelmed by what she saw when she looked at Snape. She hadn't been able to do a thing to stop it. Or could she?

"I've told you before, Mad-eye, Taylor is not into the Dark Arts." Lupin said, his voice full of conviction.

Taylor looked up at Lupin and a smile she couldn't help played at her lips. Her parents' best friend was defending her. It gave her a warm feeling right down to her toes. Not many people in her life had ever defended her.

It was like the pieces of a puzzle started to fall into place. The warmth she felt from what Lupin had said, reminded her of why she had performed the spell to begin with. She had been protecting Harry. The spell she used wasn't a Dark Art spell, but a Dark Magic spell. She wasn't sure right then what the difference was but that wasn't important; she knew what she had to do.

"Moody, so you think that I have been dabbling in the Dark Arts?" she almost laughed. If he knew who her parents were, he wouldn't be so worried. When he nodded his somber face, Taylor continued. "I can reverse that spell on Snape, but the only reason I did it in the first place was because I had to make sure he couldn't hurt Harry anymore." She wasn't sure that she had made them understand, but she had to reverse that spell right now before the snake did any more to Snape. She didn't like Snape but she couldn't let him suffer like that. She stood up.

"What are you going to do Taylor? Snape is not worth you getting hurt over," Lupin said his voice again full of concern, for her.

"I'm going to do what Moody brought me here to do. Reverse that spell," Taylor said, a calm coming over her as she spoke. There was no fear in her at all, only certainty that she would succeed. When she got to the door, her wand flicked and the door went crashing into the wall with the force of her spell. She had only had to think of opening the door and it had happened. The snake, she could see was getting close to Snape's soul, but this time she commanded the snake, "Vanish-Qu-Aee!" she ordered the snake, and sliced downward with her wand. The snake turned into black ribbons and vanished. Snape's eyes looked at her, but Taylor wasn't sure he could see her. She stepped up beside him and spoke in a low soothing voice. "Sleep, its okay to sleep now, the snake has gone." Recognition came into Snape's eyes as she spoke and the terror was fading as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Moody couldn't believe the transformation in Porter as she turned and walked towards the door. Even her voice sounded different when she had cast the spell, but nothing prepared him for the look in her eyes when she came back out of the room. Then she blinked and it was gone.

Lupin recovered enough to speak first. "Taylor?" he asked tentatively, "What did you just do?"

Taylor stopped and looked at the three wizards standing before her. Their faces were filled with apprehension, concern and some fear. Taylor said the most obvious thing to her. "Well I… I released Snape from the… the spell I put him under. That is what you wanted me to do isn't it? The whole reason Moody brought me here in the first place?" She couldn't bring herself to say release Snape from the snake; she had a feeling that they couldn't see it.

Mr. Weasley walked past Taylor and into the room where Snape was laying. Moody was staring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time, again.

"Well, he is definitely resting much better then he was before. Whatever you did Taylor, it seems to have worked," Mr. Weasley said, breaking the silent tension as he came back into the main room of the cabin.

At Mr. Weasley's words, Moody turned his searching gaze off Taylor and clumped in past her to look at Snape himself. Lupin still seemed lost in thought.

Their reaction to what Taylor had just done, release Snape from the spell she had put on him, was making Taylor nervous. She went over to the other side of the room and began pacing restlessly, trying to figure out just what she had done wrong, because she had obviously done something that wasn't sitting well with these wizards.

Moody came back out several minutes later, scratching his scared chin. He wasn't sure what the young Porter girl had done but she had just reversed the spell on Snape, but it was how she had done it, or more precisely how she had been able to call upon Dark Magic to perform the spell, that had him worried. If he had been worried after what he saw that day at the wedding, he was downright scared now. What was he going to do? He watched as she paced back and forth on the other side of the table.

The tension in the room was starting to make Arthur uncomfortable. He didn't know what Moody was trying to prove but his attitude towards Taylor was starting to make him angry. Moody had, after all, brought Taylor here to do just what she did.

"Taylor, I want you to tell me how in the name of Merlin you knew how to perform a spell like that." Moody growled, after a while. He knew by the look on Arthur's face that he was going to say something soon.

Taylor stopped her pacing and stared at Moody, "I've already told you that I read about it in a book, last night in Professor McGonagall's office."

"Well I'm sorry, but I do not believe you. In all the years that I was an auror, I've never seen anyone, other then a dark wizard, who was able to handle Dark Magic like that. Never!" Moody barked.

"And I've told you I AM NOT A DARK WITCH!" Taylor yelled back.

"TAYLOR PORTER!" Lupin snapped, "You do not need to be disrespectful like that. Now we are going to get to the bottom of this and I do not think that either Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore would think very much of you being cheeky with your elders."

Taylor was fuming. She had done exactly what Moody had brought her here to do and now they were giving her the third degree about it. She said as much.

Arthur could see that neither Remus or Alastor had ever dealt with an angry teenager very much before and he knew from experience that this was not going to get them anywhere, so he decided to jump into the fray to defuse the situation and get some answers too. "Now, Taylor, I think what Moody is trying to say is that we are very worried about the kind of magic you used and your apparent ease with which you used it. It was very disturbing to us all. I am glad that you were able to help Snape, but…" and he let his voice trail off.

Taylor looked down at her feet. She knew they were only trying to figure out how she had been able to do what she could, but she didn't even know how she did it herself. She sat down in a chair and ran her hand through her short hair. "I don't know how I did that spell. I just knew I could." She looked back up at Moody, hoping that he wasn't too mad at her. She just seemed to be digging a deeper and deeper hole for herself. She glanced out the cabin window and saw it was getting dark. It didn't seem possible that it had only been a little over 24 hours ago that she had been at Grimmauld place with Harry. Her heart missed a beat or two, as she thought about Harry lying in the hospital wing at school. I hope he's ok.

"Taylor," Mr. Weasley's voice brought her out of her musings. "Could you please tell us again how you found these spells?"

Taylor again told them about reading the Dark Magic books over the summer. She refused to tell them where she got the books in the first place, but that she had only looked in them to see if they held anything that might be important to the 'quest' that Harry was on. She also wouldn't tell them what that 'quest' was. When it came to using the spells the first time, she told them that they had just popped into her head. She had been desperate to save Hermione. She hadn't even stopped to think that they had been spells from the Dark Magic books she had read. Then when Snape had surprised them in the kitchen in Grimmauld Place she told them about how worried she was about Harry and her fear that Snape would try to hurt Harry more if she didn't put a powerful spell on him so that he couldn't. When she got to using the reversal spell she had done a little while ago, she told them about how at first she couldn't do the spell and she described to them, the best that she could, what she had seen when she looked at Snape the first time with the snake. She just didn't mention about the snake talking about 'the Potter children'. When Lupin asked what was different about the second time she tried, besides not having Snape sprung on her, she was able to tell them, even though she blushed terribly and was extremely embarrassed, that it was because of what Lupin himself had said.

"What do you mean, you were able to do the spell, because Remus said what?" Moody growled, sounding confused.

"Well you know, when he… well… he didn't want me to get hurt, trying to do the spell again, it sort of made me… well ah…" Taylor looked at the floor her face red, she wasn't sure if she could finish.

"It made you what?" Moody barked.

Taylor searched her memory trying to find a way to say what she wanted to without being so embarrassed. Then it came to her, "I have only been able to do these spells when I feel like I am trying to protect someone."

Moody stared at her. Taylor couldn't bring herself to look at Lupin and Mr. Weasley's face looked a little confused.

Moody questioned her some more about the spells and then he wanted to know why she thought she could only do them if she was protecting someone. Taylor told him she didn't know why that was.

Taylor glanced at her watch. It was almost eight – thirty. She wanted to go back to Hogwarts and see Harry before curfew. Lupin seemed to read her mind.

"We will have to wait until tomorrow to take you back to the school. They seal the castle at sundown, no one goes in or out."

Mr. Weasley said, "I've brought some sandwiches with me. I'll make us some tea, we can have a little bite to eat." As he set about lighting the fire and putting the kettle on, he also went and checked on Snape. When he came back out, the water was boiling and he set a bag with two sandwiches on the table then he used the engorgement spell to swell them up.

Taylor was starving she hadn't had anything since lunch and the swelled sandwiches tasted fine. The tea she drank, but wished it had been pumpkin juice instead.

Taylor finally asked the question that had been at the back of her mind all evening. "Moody, what is the difference between Dark Arts and Dark Magic? It seems like people interchange the words a lot, but they are different, aren't they?"

Moody regarded her for a few moments before answering, "Yes, Miss Porter there is a big difference between the Dark Arts and Dark Magic. Dark Magic is not named such because it is bad or evil magic but because it is old magic. It comes from the Dark ages, hence the name Dark Magic. However because it is old magic, many of the spells and the ability to use them has long been lost. The magic we use today is deeply rooted in the past but it is more refined and has been made, through centuries of use, easier to control. A wand focuses a wizard's, or witch in your case, magical energy. The incantation that you speak has actually gained, some scholars believe, a certain amount of power itself just from being repeated so many times, and because of that pronunciation is critical to achieve the desired spell. Magic today is much easier to learn and control for the desired outcome. But the old magic still exists. It is, some believe, a purer magic, but because it is harder to control and because the laws that we have in place today weren't around then, the Dark Magic is not taught anymore." Taylor wanted to know why. "Because Dark Magic is not universal. The same incantation, performed by two different witches, can have very different effects, deadly, different effects." Moody paused for a moment to look closely at Taylor before continuing. "The Dark Arts on the other hand, although they are, to a certain extent based in Dark Magic, only deal with that part of the Dark Magic that is inherently evil."

Taylor looked at Moody wide eyed, although she had maybe guessed at some of what he told her, the rest was quite frightening. "But how can I perform Dark Magic? It sounds like you are saying that it is extremely hard to do and I swear I haven't been practicing these spells at all. I just can do them, if I feel like I have someone to protect. It makes no sense to me."

Lupin and Arthur didn't know what to say. They were as confused about it as Taylor. What Moody had just told them wasn't common knowledge. In fact, he informed them it had taken him years to figure out what he had just told them.

Moody looked at Taylor with grave eyes and said, "Miss Porter, you have reason to be worried. If Voldemort finds out that you have this ability with Dark Magic then he will be coming after you. The old magic is much easier to turn to evil ways then the magic that is used and taught now. You have a gift, but beware Miss Porter, do not use this gift unless you absolutely have to. Voldemort is bound to find out about it sooner or later, but the later the better." Moody finished, giving Taylor a significant look.

They continued to talk about the differences between the two magics until it was past midnight and Taylor's eyes were falling shut.

Mr. Weasley drew up four cots and Taylor thanked him as she fell into it and was asleep within minutes.

The next morning Taylor was awake with the first lightening of the sky. It only took her a moment to remember where she was and she lay there listening to the soft snores of the wizards and thought about what she had learned last night about Dark Magic and the Dark Arts. She knew that what she had learned was that she had even more questions to ask. She wanted to talk to the painting of Dumbledore desperately. Hopefully he would be able to answer at least some of the questions that where running around in her mind. She didn't know how long she lay there lost in thought, when she heard a voice. It was Snape's.

She got up from the cot quietly. The others were still asleep. From the look of exhaustion on their faces Taylor was fairly sure that they hadn't gone to sleep when she did, but had stayed up talking. About her. Taylor walked into the room where Snape was. She noticed right off that his face wasn't as pale as it had been and when she looked into his eyes, the terror was gone. Replaced by a look of loathing that seemed to always be there when he looked at her.

"Good morning Prof… ah Snape," she said, not sure just how to address him. "I see that you are looking better."

Snape's eyes narrowed and he said in a sarcastic voice. "Well, if it isn't Miss Porter, bin dabbling in the Dark Arts have we?"

Taylor wasn't really surprised by what he said or by his tone of voice. He had never had anything remotely nice to say to her the six years he had been her teacher. An idea suddenly came to her, "No, Snape, I haven't. Muffliato! But there is something I would like to ask you."

"I suppose that you got Potter some help just in time, did you?" Snape snarled back.

Taylor gritted her teeth so that she wouldn't rise to his taunt. "Yes, Snape, I did. I want to know what the snake said to you."

Snape's face went white and fear leapt into his eyes. He just stared at her for a moment then whispered, "You could see it?"

"Yes, I could, and I heard it asking you a question about…" her voice trailed off, she didn't want to tell him too much in case he didn't remember what it said.

"It asked how I knew about 'the Potter children', but how could you know that?" Terror was taking over his face and eyes as he stared at Taylor.

"I don't know how I could see or hear it but I could. It was wrapped around your body, and it was…" Taylor couldn't finish as a shiver ran up her back and she was breaking out in a cold sweat. "I want to know what you told it."

"I didn't tell it anything. I only know about one Potter child," Snape looked at her, but she could tell that he was about to put one and one together and get 'two Potter children'. "You- you ARE James and Lily's child!"

Taylor decided to ask her other question and not answer his, "Why did you think that I had been dabbling in the Dark Arts? Was the snake something that Voldemort had used?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and when he spoke again his words were slow and calculated. "I know Miss 'Porter' that you have been using Dark Magic, because the spell you put on me is deeply rooted in the Dark. The Dark Lord has many ways of using this type of Magic that you and your inferior mind will never be able to grasp!"

Taylor stared hard at her ex-teacher. She had heard the insults but also the fear that had been in his voice. She turned when she heard a noise at the door. It was Mr. Weasley. With a flick of her wand she undid the muffling charm.

"Ah, I see that you are looking better Severus. Taylor I think it is time for you to be heading back to Hogwarts. You don't want to miss breakfast," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

Taylor turned back and looked at Snape, she still had so many questions that she would like to ask him, but she didn't think she was going to get any more answers from him now anyway. "Well I'm glad to see that you are better, Snape. I'd keep my mouth shut when I sleep from now on if I was you." Taylor said and she was glad to see that Snape got her meaning, before she turned and walked out of the room.

A/N Well there you go another chapter. I'm sorry for the wait between chapters but it is summer and both my bata and I are busy with life! :) So what did you think? Did that answer a few questions that you might of had? Or just made you more confused? Was it clear as mud? LOL! My main purpose with this chapter was to expalin what Dark Magic was and how it differed from Dark Arts. Like I said back in chapter 10, I read a story a long time ago that had Dark Magic in it and the idea that there was a difference in the magic that witches and wizards used way back then and what is used today stuck... and was the whole driving force that defined this story.

I would like to know what you as a reader think of Taylor... is she a good witch? Or is she going to turn dark? Do you like her as a charactor? You see that little button to the left? well push it and you can tell me what you think! :)

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Until next time, cytpotter