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The Potion Mistress and the Half-Blood Prince	By : FonzFan Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 2096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people (Dumbledore, Snape, Voldemort, etc), places (Hogwarts, etc), other keywords (Occlumency, etc.), and text ("") that belong to the wonderful world of Harry Potter, as they belong to J.K. Rowling. I am writing this story to entertain myself (and hopefully others) and make no money from it. The OC (Katherine) is entirely my own.

Chapter 2: Welcome and Welcome Back
Severus walked in his usual quick strides down the corridor towards the dungeon stairway. No matter how fast he walked, it seemed that Katherine was able to match his pace. Silence remained between the two, but Severus decided to take a glance at the woman who was now another name to add to his list to help guide along in life.
Katherine couldn't bare the silence any longer. She knew the man walking next to her since she was eight years of age. She knew the type of man he was also; cold, repressed, dark…a spy, like her or like she once was. But yet she couldn't bring herself to say anything.
"Are you prepared to teach the students all that you know about potion making?" Severus questioned, finally breaking the silence, as the two descended the stairs into the dungeons below.
"Obviously," she replied coolly. "Or I would not be here." Severus stopped her abruptly, and stared into her eyes.
"It's good to see you again Katherine," he stated serenely. "I am glad that you are back."
"As am I," Katherine softly smiled at him, thanking Merlin in the back of her mind that everything could possibly return to normal between them.
"It's hard to believe it's been fifteen years," Severus said as he took a deep look at the face of the friend he longed to see.
"Fifteen long years Severus," Katherine sighed. They turned and continued to walk down the corridor towards her quarters. The dungeons were as dark and damp as she remembered from her school days.
"It seems that the States Wizarding Prison wasn't too harsh on you," Severus stated as he led her to the large oak door and held it open for her. "Apparently, their prison does not have the same effect on their prisoners as Azkaban does on theirs."
"You have no idea," she rolled her eyes. "There are no dementors, but they have other ways of driving you to insanity." She stepped into the dark room and waved her wand toward the hearth to light the fire. Then with another wave, cleared two chairs of the dust and sat down.
Severus sat across from her, crossing his ankles and his arms, then sat back into his chair. "Like what, may I ask?"
"Well," Katherine paused as a dark presence came over her eyes, "the Cruciatus curse comes to mind. Only three minutes at a time, but usually twice a day. There was no schedule to when the guards would perform the curse. They liked to catch us off guard."
"How interesting," Severus frowned as he though of her enduring the curse twice a day over the span of fifteen years, and quickly calculated the number in his head. The total he came up with disgusted him. "Well, at least you have somehow managed your sanity after all of that. You should see Bellatrix; she is even more sinister than ever now."
"Oh Merlin," Katherine rolled her eyes in both amusement and irritation. "So she survived Azkaban, huh? Damn."
"I remember how you two where always bickering at each other about everything," chuckling to himself. "I remember one time you got so infuriated at her, you hit her with the Densaugeo spell."
"Yes," she stated with disgust on her face, "but if you remember, she retaliated with the Conjunctivitis Curse. I could not see for days after that."
"I do remember that," Severus said softly while looking down at his lap trying to avoid Katherine's stare. After a few moments of silence, Severus looked at his pocket watch. "The staff meeting will be starting shortly, Albus requires all staff members to be there."
Katherine nodded in reply. They rose from their chairs and she walked him to the door. "See you at dinner…professor." She said mockingly, yet seductively as he made his way through the door and she closed it behind him. Severus rolled his eyes and let out a snort.
"Merlin, this is going to be an interesting year," Severus stated to himself as he turned on his heel and headed off for the Great Hall.

"Albus, are you sure this is wise?" Professor Minerva McGonagall eyed the Headmaster cautiously. The two were alone in the staff room preparing for the rest of the professors to arrive for the meeting.
"I have complete trust in her. She has changed her ways and paid the price for her actions. I believe she deserves a second chance, don't you?" Dumbledore rose quizzical eyes to her, waiting for her to deliberate the situation at hand.
"I do not know Albus." McGonagall paused to collect her thoughts. "I just fear for the safety of the students, but if you think Severus can manage her…than maybe it will be just fine." Her face grew with worry and frustration, even though she knew Severus Snape may be in for a rough year, having to deal with the new professor.
"I believe Severus will keep her sane," Albus murmured as he slowly moved about the staff room. "They have known each other long enough to know how to calm the other down. Katherine may need guidance at times and I am positive that Severus will help her along the way."
The headmaster stood in front of a large window that overlooked the lake. A bit of fear panged his old heart, as he dreaded the upcoming school year. With Voldemort's return, it meant that Harry Potter had to be watched more closely than ever, especially with the new professor around.
A burst of sudden noise entered the room as the staff began filing in. Albus sat down at the head of the long staff table, with McGonagall on his right and Severus on his left. The newest professor strode in last, taking her place at the very end of the table. Even though she had been in that position once before, she was still very agitated as to getting it over with quickly.
"Welcome back everyone," the headmaster rose from his seat to address his staff. "I trust you all had a good holiday, but there are now much more serious matters to discuss." Albus paused as he nodded towards the end of the table. Reluctantly, Katherine rose to her feet.
"Everyone, this is our new Potions Mistress…" Albus paused to looked around the table, "Professor Katherine Dumbledore." The whispers broke out at once amongst the staff; some seemed irritated while others were in shock. Katherine quickly lowered herself back into her chair with a stern look on her face. She refused to look at anyone and glared straight ahead.
Albus noticed her discomfort and decided to proceed, "Professor Snape, will be taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for this year. And now for the grim news. As you all know, Lord Voldemort has shown himself to the public eye, so new safety regulations must be upheld. I ask that all staff member take on the duty of monitoring the corridors at night, with two on patrol at all times.
"There will also be a curfew for all student, regardless of age. If you have any questions?" Albus paused to let them ask, but none came. "None? Good. Here is the sign up roster for corridor duty and I will pair you accordingly. Once you are signed up, you may take your seat in the Great Hall; the students should be arriving shortly." The staff rose from their places and begin flooding upon the roster sheet.
Only Katherine remained in her seat, waiting patiently until every last member had signed up for the days that they could manage. Once she was alone in the room, she rose from her chair and wandered over to the sign up sheet. Somehow it didn't surprise her that none of the other professors choose the days that Severus Snape was marked down for. And unfortunately, they were the only spots left; grudgingly, she wrote her initials in the gaps and proceeded to the Great Hall.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Katherine surveyed the head table, once again noticing that nobody was willing to sit next to Severus either. And of course it was the last seat left. With a heavy sigh, she quietly walked to the empty chair and sat beside him.
Severus made no notion to the fact that the woman sat down next to him. He continued to stare ahead. She decided to risk a glance at him from under her eyelashes. His features hadn't changed much; the scowl still the same as she remembered, even if there were a few more lines here or there. Definitely still the silent type, but if you got him on the right subject, he could drone on for hours. He was still just as thin with his sallow skin and hooked nose. His greasy black hair was still at shoulders-length and still managed to frame his face in curtains. The thin-lipped, sneering mouth, still spoke softly enough. But it was the eyes; those black eyes, that, even when she was in school, still resembled obsidian.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the shuffling of feet as the second through seventh years entered the Great Hall. Lifting her eyes, she began to scan the house tables, when her eyes stopped upon a black haired sixth year at the Gryffindor table. Her eyes widened in shock of the young man sitting there. 'No. I must be seeing things. James Potter cannot be here. It's impossible.'
'It is not James Potter. It is his dunderhead offspring, Harry Potter.' She startled and looked at Severus, but he was still glaring out over the hall. She shook her head, not believing that he answered her question in her mind.
'I must be finally losing my mind.'
'I assure you, that you are not losing your mind Katherine.' This made her stopping questioning herself altogether, and decided to answer back with her mind instead.
'So, you are probing my mind. I had almost forgotten about this connection. How much have you heard?' Looking impassibly over the students, she raised an eyebrow mockingly.
'Enough.' Severus' eyes still scanned the Great Hall as the first years where brought in by Professor McGonagall. The sorting began as student after student sat upon the wooden stood and the sorting hat was placed upon their heads. After the sorting was completed, the headmaster rose to welcome the students and staff.
"Welcome and welcome back," Dumbledore stood before the four house tables. "I will save the start of term speech for the end of the feast. So enjoy!" The tables began filling with food and the student tucked in gratefully. Most of the teacher did as well, except for one, who was still staring out over of the heads of the students.

"Who do you think the woman is sitting next to Snape?" Harry Potter questioned his two friends that were sitting next to him.
"I don't know. I've never seen her before." Hermione Granger glanced at the head table to the pale woman in black robes. "I have a feeling she may be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"If she is, I feel sorry for her already," Ron Weasley stated through a mouth full of food. "She'll be gone by the end of the year, just like the rest of them. Plus, I'm sure the git next to her is probably hacked off that he did get the position again."
"I feel bad enough for her because she has to sit next to him," Harry glanced once again up to the head table, watching the woman sip her wine and not touching any of the food in front of her.
"Something's just not right about her," Hermione finally spoke after surveying more carefully. "She's not eating; just staring." The three students eyed the new professor carefully as the woman continued to examined the room.

After dessert, the tables cleared and the Headmaster rose to start his speech.
"The very best of evenings to you!" Dumbledore said, smiling broadly, his arms opened wide as though to embrace the whole room.
"What happened to his hand?" gasped Hermione. She was not the only one who had noticed. The Headmaster's right hand was as blackened and dead-looking as it had been on the night he had come to fetch Harry from the Dursleys. Whispers swept the room; Dumbledore, interpreting them correctly, merely smiled and shook his purple-and-gold sleeve over his injury.
"Nothing to worry about," he said airily. "Now…to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you…" Hermione, Ron and Harry chatted back and forth about Dumbledore condition, wondering what the professor could have done to receive such an injury.
"…and Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to say that there is a blanket ban on any joke items bought at the shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
"Those wishing to play for their House Quidditch teams should give their names to their Heads of House as usual. We are also looking for new Quidditch commentators, who should do likewise.
"We are pleased to welcome a new member of the staff this year. Professor Dumbledore" - the woman dressed in black stood up, her blonde hair now fashioned into a lose bun and a scowl on her face made her look as bad as Snape - "has just returned from the States, and has agreed to taking upon the task of Potions Mistress."
"Potions?"
"Dumbledore?"
The two words echoed all over the Hall as people wondered whether they had heard right.
"Professor Snape, meanwhile," said Dumbledore, raising his voice so that it carried over all the muttering, "will be taking over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"Oh no," Harry stated loudly enough, that several heads turned in his direction.
Katherine had resumed to her sitting position, scowling out over the audience before her. Snape, who was sitting on Dumbledore's right, did not stand up at the mention of his name; he merely raised a hand in lazy acknowledgment of the applause from the Slytherin table, yet Harry was sure he could detect a look of triumph on the features he loathed so much.
What was a shock to the three student most of all, was the half sneer/smile that the newly appointed Defense professor made as he looked at the newest professor; and what was worst, that she had returned it.
"What do you think that was about?" Harry questioned, as they watched the two black robed professors exchange looks.
"It's obvious that they must know each other," Hermione started in. "But her last name is Dumbledore, so she must be related to the Headmaster somehow. I think we'll have to investigate her a little."
"Well, there's one good thing out of all of this," Harry said savagely. "Snape'll be gone by the end of the year."
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.
"That job's jinxed. No one's lasted more than a year…Quirrell actually died doing it…Personally, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for another death…"
"Harry!" said Hermione, shocked and reproachful.
"He might just go back to teaching Potions at the end of the year," said Ron reasonably. "That Professor Dumbledore might be here on some other special assignment for the Headmaster since they are probably related."
Headmaster Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry, Ron and Hermione were not the only ones who had been talking, but Dumbledore said nothing more about the staff appointments.
"Now, as everybody in this Hall knows, Lord Voldemort and his followers are once more at large and gaining in strength. I cannot emphasize strongly enough how dangerous the present situation is, and how much care each of us at Hogwarts must take to ensure that we remain safe. The castle's magical fortifications have been strengthened over the summer, we are protected in new and more powerful ways, but we must still guard scrupulously again carelessness on the part of any student or member of staff.
"I urge you, therefore, to abide by any security restrictions that your teachers might impose upon you, however irksome you might find them - in particular, the rule that you are not to be out of bed after hours. I implore you, should you notice anything strange or suspicious within or outside the castle, to report it to a member of staff immediately. I trust you to conduct yourselves, always, with the utmost regard for your own and others' safety.
"But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night. Pip pip!"
The students all rose from their tables and began flooding out of the Great Hall, going in all directions towards their dorms. Katherine rose and began to head towards the doors when the Headmaster stopped her.
"Professor Dumbledore?" the headmaster's voice was demanding yet questioning at the same. "A word, please." Sighing, she turned to follow the Headmaster towards his office.

Disclaimer 2: Densaugeo is the same hex that Draco used on Hermione in their 4th year. It causes the victim's teeth to enlarge grotesquely at an alarming rate.
Conjunctivitis curse causes irritation in the target's eyes, causing them to swell shut like the infection conjunctivitis, commonly known as "pink eye." Victor Krum used this curse on the Chinese Fireball Dragon during the First Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
If you noticed, I kept the Headmaster's Start of Term Speech close to Rowling's from the book, especially because of Harry's reaction to Snape's new position :) And yes, Severus and Katherine are old friends, but the reason for their little mind to mind talks will be explained later…
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