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Lauren awoke many times during the never ceasing night. She stared helplessly up at the canopy of her bed as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

No, this is not a dream. This is a nightmare, she thought with increasingly growing depression as she willed herself to go back to sleep. What am I going to do?

She slept fitfully that night, a certain Potion Master predominantly taking center stage in her dreams. Each way she turned she glimpsed the hurt in those fathomless obsidian depths; a hurt she was responsible for causing with her callous words. Her guilt was all-consuming, even in sleep, and did not lessen as the night wore on. Yes, Severus Snape may have, in his own way, forgiven her, but he was not one to forget. And neither was she. She would never forget what she had said to him in a moment of rash anger.

Guilt, shame and fear consumed her, following her into sleep when she finally managed to drift off.

Sometime during the early morning something roused her from the murky tendrils of precious sleep, and she blinked blearily, her eyes trying to adjust to the green tinged hue of the Slytherin dormitory that made it almost impossible to discern whether it was morning or night.

It was a miracle that she managed not to let out an ear-splitting scream when her sights finally focused on two impossibly large blue eyes that were staring back at her.

Lauren scrambled back, her head hitting the headrest of her four-poster bed, her heart beating frantically in her chest as her scream caught in her throat, coming out unheard.

What the blazing fuck!?

She blinked, suddenly realizing what she was looking at. A house-elf.

Certainly not an elf from Lord of the Rings, she thought to herself as she stared at the creature.

The elf in question was a diminutive being of just over two feet tall. It's arms and legs were long and spindly, and looked almost painfully thin. Two large, bat-like ears protruded from its bald head. A rounded, squashed nose and small mouth could be seen, but these features were dwarfed by the impossibly large eyes. The creature wore a clean, crisp white pillowcase that was tied around it like a toga, and Lauren could discern the Hogwarts emblem patched onto the fabric.

A Hogwarts house-elf, she realized.

"So sorry to bes waking yous, Mistress, but Blinky has message from Master Snape," the elf said in hushed, though still shrill sounding voice as she spoke to Lauren.

Lauren, for her part, blinked stupidly. Finally the elf's words penetrated her sluggish brain, which was still trying to catch up with the fact that she was actually seeing a real live house-elf. Then she snapped to attention and bolted up straight, almost bumping her head against the canopy of the bed.

"Snape?"

The elf's head bobbed up and down eagerly, making its ears flap around its face.

Lauren swung her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, feeling thoroughly deep deprived. "What does he want?"

"Master Snape wants you to meets him in the Common Room. He…" the elf wrung its long-fingered hands in front of…him? Her? Lauren had no idea if the elf was male or female. "Master Snape says yous is not to keeps him waiting."

If this had been anyone but Snape, Lauren would not have been concerned. But this was Snape, and she knew he would not tolerate her dawdling. She wouldn't put it past him to come storming into her room and drag her out. Probably by the hair.

This thought caused her to clamber hastily out of bed. Lauren glanced wildly around, noting that the other four girls sharing this dorm room were still sound asleep, if their snores were any indication. She turned back to Blinky (the name giving no clue as to the gender of the elf).

"Did he say why he wanted to see me?"

"No, Miss. Just that you needs to meets him in the Common Room."

"Okay, just let me get dressed quickly," Lauren said, trying to keep her voice down so as not to wake her dorm mates. She searched around for her clothes, which she was sure had been discarded on the floor before she had climbed into bed last night.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked, panic starting to fill her.

"Theys were dirty, Miss. Blinky has taken thems to be washed. There is clean clothes in yours closest," the elf replied in its squeaky voice.

"I don't have any other clothes," Lauren corrected.

"Yes, yous do. Blinky gots some fors you after Headmaster Dumbledore asked Blinky to do so."

Lauren blinked back at the house-elf for a heartbeat and then stalked over to her closet that stood beside her bed, flinging open the door to reveal normal Muggle clothes that were her exact size folded neatly within.

Girl size, Lauren thought mulishly as she reached for a pair of faded blue jeans and a simple cornflower blue shirt.

Lauren turned to the see the elf watching her with eagerness. Blinky reminded Lauren of an overzealous puppy; she was even giving her the same puppy-dog eyes at this very moment as she awaited Lauren's reaction.

"Thank you, Blinky," Lauren said sincerely. "I really appreciate it. Can you please tell Professor Snape that I will be there in five minutes?"

She was grateful that Blinky did not burst into tears at being thanked - a thought that filled her with dread. Though, its large blue eyes did glisten with tears that threatened to flow at her simple thanks. Bowing low to the floor, Blinky straightened and then disappeared with a 'pop'.

By sheer luck the sound of the elf Disapparating did not wake the occupants of the room.

Lauren hastily dressed and then noted a trunk placed at the foot of her bed. She glanced around and then knelt, flinging open the lid. Her breath caught when she realized that Dumbledore had come through, for there inside the truck were the various school supplies she was going to need. A cauldron, quills, ink bottles, scrolls and parchments and a pile of books needed for the curriculum.

And, folded neatly on top was her Hogwarts robes that bore the Slytherin crest on the breast; a symbol that she was now officially a student at the school. A symbol that she was once again a child and was indeed stuck in this world.

Dazedly, Lauren picked up the robe and pulled it over her head. Standing, she glanced over at the mirror that reflected back her image. She did not recognize the girl standing before her. This girl radiated innocence – something Lauren most definitely was not - and seemed incapable of facing the trials and tribulations yet to come.

Worry about that later, a sharp voice cut through her ruminating. Snape is waiting for you!

Lauren rushed to the bathroom and quickly brushed her hair and teeth before making her way to the Slytherin Common Room.

Professor Snape was waiting there for her, his back turned to her as he stood in front of the window that looked out into the fathomless depths of the lake. His long-fingered hands were clasped behind his back and his voluminous dark robes shrouded his form so that he stood like a dark silhouette of the night as he stood there.

Lauren paused, suddenly nervous as to the reception she was about to receive from this mercurial man. Steeling herself, she came to stand beside him. Snape didn't deign to look down at her as he continued to glare at the shadowy images that could be glimpsed in the murky waters beyond.

"So…that was a house-elf," she finally spoke up, trying to sound casual, but feeling anything but that inside.

Snape slowly turned his head to glance down at her, his obsidian eyes looking unnervingly soulless and his face void of all expression, unless you counted the ever-present scowl. He remained unnervingly silent as he stared down at her.

"Is Blinky a girl or a boy?" she blurted out.

Snape regarded her coolly. Finally he spoke. "Does it really matter?"

"I…guess not. It's just really hard to tell, though, isn't it?"

Severus sniffed disdainfully and turned abruptly on his heel. "Come," he commanded over his shoulder as he strode purposely towards the exit.

Lauren's heart fell. Yes, Snape was definitely holding onto his grudge, and no amount of apologizing was going to change that.

Lauren jogged after him. "Where are we going?"

"If you must know," he drawled sardonically, "we are going to Diagon Alley to procure a wand for you."

"Really?" For the first time, Lauren felt a thrill of excitement since she had arrived here.

"Yes, and the unpleasant task has befallen upon me to take you to Ollivander."

"Oh? Why is that?" Lauren asked, slightly breathlessly as she struggled to keep up with him. "And for God's sake! Can you please slow down!" she snapped, having quite enough of his attitude.

His jaw clenched but, surprisingly, he did slow his pace. As they walked up the spiraled staircase that would lead them to the main level of the castle, Snape finally answered her question, even though she hadn't expected him to.

"The Headmaster seems to have gotten it in his head that you trust me, and therefore I am a more suitable choice in taking you wand shopping." This last bit was said with such disdain that it left no doubt in Lauren's mind that he was personally blaming her for having to endure this arduous task.

"Couldn't the wand simply have been ordered? Do we really need to go there to pick one out?" she asked.

Snape lifted his hand to rub a tender spot on his forehead, not bothering to hide his impatience at her ignorance.

"No, you silly girl. One cannot simply order a wand. You need to be present for this. Wands are magical and…choose their Master or Mistress. The wrong wand, especially in your inexperienced hands, would be disastrous."

"Right," Lauren replied snippily, him calling her a silly girl still smarting.

Though she did recall something about wands choosing the witch or wizard, she still thought it silly. A wand wasn't a living thing. It couldn't possibly have a mind of its own to choose its Master or Mistress. Though…this was the world of Harry Potter and anything was possible, especially when magic was involved.

They left the staircase behind them and strode down the passage, passing the closed doors of the Great Hall. The castle was eerily silent and still, all the occupants within still asleep in their warm beds. Lauren envied them.

"Will the store even be open at this hour?"

"Dumbledore has made special arrangements with Ollivander. The wand maker is most keen to meet you."

"I see," was all Lauren could say. Why did Ollivander want to meet her? Did Dumbledore tell him about her, or did he already know about her circumstance prior to his conversation with the Headmaster? Lauren didn't know but she had a feeling she was soon going to find out.

They halted before the barred and obviously locked doors of the main doors of the Hogwarts castle. Severus withdrew his wand from the sleeve of his robes. Pointing the wand at the doors he muttered an incantation, the words she could not make out. The deadbolts sealing the door slid smoothly aside and Snape, after sheathing his was back in his sleeve, pushed the door open enough for them to exit the castle.

It was still dark out, the stars blinking feebly in the blackened night sky.

Snape closed the door behind them, and she could hear the bolts resealing the door once more from within. Severus brushed past her and stalked along the lawn. Lauren followed, shivering as the crisp, cool morning air penetrated through her robes, and she wished she had put on a sweater as well.

"So, you didn't answer my question," she huffed as she caught up with him, her arms clutched around her to stave off the cold.

Snape didn't glance at her; his attention solely focused straight ahead. "I did not know that I was obligated to answer any of your questions," he drawled, his voice gliding like silk along her goose bumped skin.

Lauren rolled her eyes, knowing full well how much Professor Snape enjoyed playing mind games with others. Each question needed to be answered with a question of his own or answered in such a way that it didn't really answer the question to begin with.

She decided to ignore him and plunged ahead. "Is Blinky a girl or a boy?"

"And again I ask, does it really matter?"

Lauren smirked, thinking of Hermione's attempt at S.P.E.W. She vaguely wondered what Snape's reaction was going to be when that event occurred.

"Humor me."

Snape cast his sights side longs at her, noting the visible smirk on her lips.

"Or maybe you can't answer because you don't know yourself," she stated nonchalantly.

Snape halted so abruptly that Lauren almost walked right past him. She glanced over her shoulder at him, stilling when she saw the cold sneer replacing that unreadable mask that he had previously donned.

"Let me ask you a question of my own, Miss Ward," he said, his voice soft but sounding all the more dangerous.

Lauren waited, not daring to speak.

Snape stalked towards her, his frame towering over her as he glared down at her.

"How much do you really know about me?"

Lauren swallowed hard, wondering how much was safe to reveal. "A bit," she admitted.

This did not seem to appease him. In fact, it seemed to anger him even further. "Then you must know that I am exceptionally intelligent, having invented spells and potions of my own while you were still blundering through your mundane existence, unable to accomplish anything more than holding down a minimum wage job that would get you nowhere in life. I am the youngest Potion Master in Greater Britain; a feat that, I assure you, none have accomplished in a very long time." He sneered coldly down at her as he continued. "Now tell me, what makes you think, in that little mind of yours, that I am unable to distinguish between a male or a female elf?"

Lauren felt her cheeks heat in both anger and shame, especially when he had pointed out her previously disappointing existence. True, she was nowhere near as intelligent as the man that stood before her, but he really didn't have to make her feel so…small.

She felt tears sting her eyes, but she knew that crying would draw no sympathy from him. In fact, it would only cement in his mind that she was weak and pathetic.

Hurt was quickly replaced by anger and, in this very moment, she wanted nothing else but to hurt him just as he had hurt her. She opened her mouth to make a scathing remark about Lily Evans and how his actions had killed her. For all his wisdom, he had sure fucked up there.

But the memory from last night broke through her angered haze, along with the crippling guilt that came along with it. She couldn't hurt him like that. Not again. Though, he was making it damn hard for her to stick with that resolve.

Lauren took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly, well aware that Severus was watching her reactions intently. "Okay. You've proved your point. You're really smart. So what is the answer?"

Something flickered in those fathomless depths, but it was unreadable. He regarded her silently for a few moments. Finally, when he spoke, his words were less cold.

"I shall not spoon feed you the answer, Miss Ward. You are Slytherin and need to start thinking."

Lauren frowned. Snape, malicious though he was, was trying to teach her. Probably. Maybe.

But she thought about it. What were the most discernable differences between a female house-elf and a male house-elf? She hadn't a clue, Blinky being the first she had encountered. House-elves had high-pitched voices and had no discernable features like long lashes and hair to really tell their genders apart. Dobby and Kreacher had looked male-ish and had even sounded male in the movies. Then she thought about Blinky. There had been a certain feminine 'feel' to the elf. Lauren couldn't explain it, but to her Blinky had 'felt' female.

Then another thought sprang to mind.

"Blinky is female," Lauren stated firmly.

"Your reasoning?" Snape asked brusquely as he turned to continue their trek along the rolling lawns of Hogwarts. In the distance she could see the impenetrable tall stone fence, and which they seemed to be headed for.

"You asked her to come get me. I was in the girl's dormitory. I don't think you would have sent a male house-elf into the rooms of your female students." Lauren crossed her fingers, hoping that Severus Snape at least had a sense of decorum, else she was very wrong indeed.

The corner of his mouth twitched, almost as though he were entertaining the idea of doing just that in the future, if only to prove her wrong.

"Am I right?" she asked.

All amusement disappeared from his features, replaced by a sour look. "Insufferably so. Now will you cease with all your annoying questioning. It is far too early to endure such needless chatter."

Her grin broadened, inwardly celebrating her victory, but Lauren knew it would be unwise to speak again.

They finally reached the fence and Severus halted in front of a nondescript portion of it. Placing his palm flat against the rough stone, he muttered another incantation. The stone ground roughly together as they parted, leaving a hole big enough for them to step through. Snape nudge his head, indicating for her to go ahead. Lauren obeyed and once they were both on the other side, the stones closed up again.

"We are going to Apparate into Diagon Alley," Snape explained, not at all patiently. "Take my arm and try not to throw up on me," he warned darkly.

Lauren hesitated, but seeing the look on his features made her instantly jump to obey his command. She reached out and clutched tightly at the crook of his elbow. No sooner had she taken his arm than Snape spun on the spot.

The feeling was almost indescribable. Lauren felt immense pressure pushing against her from all sides, almost as though she were being squeezed into a hole that was way too small for her. Everything was black and she felt like her ears were going to pop any second as the pressure built. Her lungs were screaming for air and her stomach roiled violently against the horrible sensation.

And just when she thought she could endure no more, it suddenly stopped.

Lauren collapsed to her hand and knees and retched violently on the cobbled stone alleyway they had landed in. She didn't care that Snape was probably standing behind her, glaring down at her with disdain. All she could think about was stopping the spinning sensation and bringing her queasiness under control.

A few moments later it passed, and Lauren rose shakily to her feet. A flutter of white entered her field of vision and she saw a pale, slender hand pushing a handkerchief under her nose. She silently took it and wiped her mouth, her shame flaming her cheeks red. She certainly wasn't making a good impression on the Potion Master at all, she thought miserably.

"Almost everyone throws up when Apparating side-along for the first time," he said factually, not a hint of sympathy in his voice. But there was no derision either.

Lauren nodded meekly and pocketed his handkerchief. Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she lifted her head to meet his gaze.

He stared down his nose at her for a moment, assessing whether she was okay. Satisfied that she was, he turned on his heel and marched down the alleyway. Lauren followed close behind but made no effort to catch up and walk beside him.

The alley merged into Diagon Alley, which was currently deserted. Not even an alley cat was prowling in this early morning hour. The sky was lightening quite noticeably to that of a deep royal blue, a tinge of pink and gold peeking over the horizon as the sun readied to bring forth the new day.

They came upon a narrow and shabby store with peeling golden letters displaying the words: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

Lauren peered at the display window, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, at the lone wand nestled upon a faded purple cushion.

Snape seemed unperturbed by the lack of upkeep and raised his hand to knock firmly on the wooden door. He stepped back to stand beside her as they waited.

It wasn't long before the door opened to reveal Ollivander himself. He was just as Lauren remembered in the movies. An elderly, quiet-bearing man with a head of silvery, wayward hair and intelligent eyes set in a deeply lined face.

His attire, which consisted of a rust red suit and a cravat tied messily at his throat, was as shabby as his store's appearance; almost as though he placed little to no importance on outer appearance.

"Mr. Ollivander," Snape greeted, his deep voice hinting at neither warmth nor cordiality.

"Ah, Professor Snape," Ollivander greeted back in his softly spoken voice. Then those wizened eyes wandered down to Lauren, narrowing as he studied her diminutive form. "Is this the student?"

"Miss Ward, yes," Snape replied.

"Please, come in," Ollivander said, stepping aside to let the two of them in.

Lauren paused once inside the dimly lit store, her gaze transfixed by the countless, narrow boxes that took up the entire back and side walls, reaching all the way to the ceiling. There were even haphazard piles on the floor that looked in danger of toppling over at any moment. A fine layer of dust coated the entire store, adding to the air of derelict.

But as Ollivander stepped behind the counter, something shifted in the air. Anticipation now permeated the air and Lauren felt the thrill of this magical store for the first time thrumming through her veins, forgetting her previous impression of its current state.

A gleam of restrained excitement entered Ollivander's eyes as he regarded her, tapping thoughtfully at his chin as he thought carefully about which wand to give her first to try out.

"I think…" he started. Then the wand maker turned in a flurry, his wizened eyes scanning the rows upon rows of boxes, his bony fingers fluttering along each labelled one. "Ah, yes. I think," he said, selecting a dusty box and turning to face her. "Cherry. Eleven and three quarters, and containing the hair of a unicorn," he stated, sliding the box towards her.

Lauren tentatively picked up the wand. Somehow, odd as it was to say, it felt wrong to her touch; almost as though it was a glove that did not fit quite right. She held her breath and gave a flick of her wrist, her body instantly tensing. As expected, it did not go well. The lamp on the counter exploded spectacularly and Lauren ducked instinctively to avoid the shards of glass. Eyes wide, Lauren straightened and placed the wand back in its box.

Ollivander was unconcerned by his ruined lamp. "Hmm, maybe not," he said as he selected another box. "Ash, ten inches and containing dragon heartstring."

Lauren cast a nervous glance at Snape, but he was merely watching her, waiting for her to continue. She hesitantly picked up the wand and gulping, she flicked her wrist. This time she sent boxes flying violently from their slots, making all three of them duck out of the way as they crashed into various items.

Lauren cringed and put the wand back in the box, which was instantly replaced by another by Ollivander.

I'm going to end up blowing up his entire store if I carry on, she thought with trepidation as she picked up this wand.

Severus casually stepped back to meld into the shadows as he watched the scene from his comfortable spot against the wall while Lauren tried wand after wand after wand. Each one seemed more disastrous than the other.

She could not see his expression, but she thought that Snape was rather enjoying the destruction she was weaving. Admittedly, she was starting to enjoy herself. Where else could she cause this much destruction and get away with it? It was rather liberating.

After about the twenty-fifth wand (and many destroyed windows and lamps), Ollivander stepped back, his index finger back to tapping at his chin. Lauren watched him expectantly. Finally he turned and plucked another box from the far end wall, having to use the ladder to reach its lofty perch.

"Mahogany. Eleven inches containing the shavings from the horn of a Horned Serpent."

Lauren had no idea if this made her wand unique or not, but as soon as she picked it up, she could immediately feel the difference. Her hand curled perfectly around it, as though it had been made just for her and her alone, and she could feel the accepting and welcoming feel of it. It was a weird and disconcerting sensation, but it was like the wand's magic was calling to her own.

Lauren blinked, stunned at this revelation. Yes, she was a witch now and could do magic. And this was proof.

She looked up to see Ollivander peering eagerly down at her.

"This is the one," she murmured in awe.

"Give it a flick then, dear," he encouraged.

Lauren did as he asked. The boxes that she had sent flying earlier now floated gracefully through the air, coordinated and of a single mind. Her mind. A grin stretched on her lips at the sight, excitement coursing through her very veins.

I'm doing magic! I'm actually doing magic! Her mind squealed happily like a, well, like an eleven-year-old girl.

She glanced over at Snape. "Do you see that? I'm doing magic!"

Snape pushed away from his post at the wall and stepped into the dim light, looking for all the world unimpressed.

"About time. Now we can get going."

Lauren rolled her eyes, unwilling to let him spoil her good mood. "Typical man. Hates shopping in any form." She placed her wand back into the box and Snape stepped forward and dropped some coins into Ollivander's hand. The wand maker's hand absently curled around the coins; his attention more focused on Lauren.

"You are different…not quite what you appear…" he murmured, more to himself, though his words were heard plainly by all in the room. Lauren quickly glanced over at Snape, but his features were carefully guarded. Ollivander blinked, coming out of his reverie. "Yes, very peculiar. Well, Miss Ward, I have a feeling this wand will serve you well…" Again he trailed off, a slight frown etched on his spectacularly bushy brows as he regarded her.

"We shall be off," Snape cut in, leaving no room for argument as he guided Lauren to the door, his hand on the small of her back. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing that Ollivander was still peering at her with an expression she couldn't decipher.

She and Severus made their way back to the alley, Lauren clutching her wand box to her chest.

"That was weird," she muttered. She glanced up at Snape. "Do you think he could foresee something?"

Snape scoffed. "Ollivander does not have the gift of prophecy." His lip curled back in disgust, and she had the feeling he was thinking of Professor Trelawney at that very moment. "Very few do."

"So what was up with his odd behavior?"

"No idea," he remarked curtly as they arrived at the Apparation point. He extended his arm, waiting for her to take his elbow once again. Lauren inwardly cringed. Not because it was Snape, but because she knew she was going to have to endure the Apparating process again. Her whole body rebelled at the idea.

"I am waiting, Miss Ward," he snapped.

Lauren sucked in a deep breath and reluctantly looped her arm through his own. Instantly she was thrown back into the unpleasant sensation, and she closed her eyes tightly, willing this all to be over quickly.

They landed back on the outskirts of Hogwarts, and if she hadn't been clutching so tightly at Severus' arm, she would have sagged to the ground again. She gasped and gagged, but thankfully did not throw up this time, though her stomach roiled, threatening to do so.

Snape, oddly, waited for her to compose herself, making no move to extricate himself from her grasp.

Lauren finally straightened up and let her hand fall from his arm. She glanced around and saw that it was now early morning, the cornflower blue sky splashed with rays of gold and orange.

"Before I forget, here is a copy of your timetable," Snape said, handing her a square piece of parchment. Lauren glanced at it briefly and then pocketed it with a murmured thanks. Snape regarded her for another moment and, satisfied that she had recovered well enough from the Apparating experience, stalked to the stone wall.

They walked up to the castle in silence and when they reached the front doors, Snape opened them and ushered her in, letting her precede him. For all his callousness, he certainly could act the gentleman when he wanted to.

"You should collect your school supplies from your room and then head to the Great Hall and eat some breakfast. You'll find you will feel much better with something in your stomach," he stated, his tone somehow warmer as he stared down at her with those penetrating dark eyes.

Lauren nodded and made a move to head back to the Slytherin dormitory.

"Miss Ward?"

She paused and glanced back at him.

He closed the distance and stood before her. "I will give you this piece of advice. You are going to be the subject of much curiosity and idle gossip, something one cannot escape in a school full of mindless miscreants. Have you thought about how you are going to handle it?"

Lauren thought over his question. "I am not exactly new to malicious gossip and stares, and I found ignoring it was the most successful approach in the past. My tactic, I suppose, would be to treat the gossip with indifference. If I show that it doesn't bother me, it will make people less inclined to continue."

Snape gave a nod of approval. "Very well," was all he said, though and he offered no other words of advice. He made to turn, but Lauren called after him.

"Professor Snape?"

He arched a dark brow, waiting for her to continue.

"Does your offer still stand?"

He frowned for a moment before he realized what she was asking, and he gave a single nod. "It does."

Lauren gave him a small smile. Snape had just confirmed that she could still come to him for help and advice. Even though he was still angry at her, he was willing to help her.

"Thank you," she said before turning and heading back to her dormitory. She didn't glance back, or else she would have seen his dark eyes following her until she was out of sight.

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