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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 28: A Blackened Home
"Master Professor Snape, sir?" a timid soft voice asked. Severus cracked his eyes open to find two large tennis ball size eyes staring into his. "Good Mistress Narcissa, says for Bobbin to bring breakfast for Master Professor, sir."
"Very well," Severus said hoarsely, waving the house elf to leave. The elf left with a faint pop, leaving Severus looking at the nothing but the edge of the four-poster bed. He groaned slightly, and opened his eyes all the way to look up at the nightstand, where the elf had left the breakfast tray.
The faint light that emitted through the easterly window, cast a soft orange glow to the room, and with a glance to the clock, Severus noticed it was only six in the morning. The silver tray held eggs, toast and a pot of tea, hopefully something strong.
Severus laid there, staring at the tray. He felt so hungry, but still felt too weak to sit up. He groaned again, as he tried to stretch his aching body; wincing from pain that shot through his muscles. Suddenly, a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.
His eyes flew open again, as he watched the teapot pour itself a cup, and the cup then hover towards the bed and over his body. Severus glared at the spot where the cup once was.
"Are you going to actually eat something, or just stare at the tray all day," a quiet voice said from the other side of him. Severus groaned once more, as he rolled over to find Katherine sitting up in the bed, drinking the cup of tea.
"You're still here?" Severus frowned at her, recalling that the last two times they had shared a bed, Katherine was gone before he awoke.
"Do you want me to leave?" Katherine rose an eyebrow at him, from behind her teacup.
"No, no," Severus said, as he tried to sit up. "That's not what I meant." Once he was fully sitting up, he leaned his head against the headrest and exhaled deeply.
"You'll feel better if you eat something," Katherine smirked at the sight of him, trying to maintain his composure. "Trust me. Eat." Severus sighed, before turning towards the tray and picking up a piece of toast to eat. Silence fell over the two as they continued to eat the tray that Narcissa had sent up for them. Once Katherine had finished, she rose from the bed and retrieved her cloak.
"Once your ready, we should get going," Katherine said as she threw on the black traveling cloak and proceeded to the door. "I want to have a chat with Cissy before I leave though."
"Very well," Severus said, as he refilled his cup. "I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes." Katherine nodded in response, before heading out the door to find Narcissa.

"Cissy," Katherine said, as she entered the parlor, finding Narcissa and Draco finishing up their own breakfast. "Thank you for letting us stay here last night."
"You're welcome Katherine," Narcissa said, as she sipped her tea. "How is Severus?"
"Much better," Katherine stated, as she sat down across from the two. "Still a bit weak from the punishment he received from the Dark Lord, but his head wound is all healed up."
"That's good to hear," Narcissa smiled, but something on her face betrayed her true feelings. "Draco, please excuse us a moment dear."
"Yes mother," the young man said, before rising from his chair, leaving the two witches alone in the room.
"How long has this been going on?" Narcissa seriously asked the younger witch.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I think you do Katherine," Narcissa said as she put down her teacup. "The house elves talk you know, and I distinctly heard Bobbin say that he need two teacups for Severus' rooms this morning. Now, are you going to tell me or not?"
"Muffliato," Katherine muttered, waving her wand in a circling motion. "Keep your voice down. Bellatrix is in this house, and I don't need her digging into my private affairs."
"So it's true then," Narcissa looked the other blonde in the eye. "You and Severus are sleeping with each other again."
"Shhh…" Katherine hissed. "Okay, yes, we are. But it's on the same terms as the last time."
"Oh, that rubbish," Narcissa scowled at her. "You can't tell me there's not something more. For as long as I've known you and Severus, the two of you have been attached at the hip. And as far as I know, you have been the only woman that Severus has ever…had."
"I don't know how we've gotten on this subject, but this is not what I came down here to talk to you about," Katherine said, as she pursed her lips together in a scowl. "Cissy, I wanted to talk to you about…" But a knock on the parlor door, cut Katherine off. She quickly waved her wand, releasing the muffling spell on the room.
"Enter," Narcissa called out, and the two watched as Nott entered the room and bowed slightly towards the two witches. "What can I do for you Nott?"
"Actually, I was looking for Snape," Nott said.
"He'll probably be down in a few minutes," Katherine told him, watching the wizard closely. "Why is he needed?"
"The Dark Lord wished us to locate the Order's headquarters," Nott explained. "We believe Snape knows where it is."
"I know where what is, Nott?" Severus said calmly, as he entered the parlor, to join the other three.
"The Order's headquarters," Nott said again. "The Dark Lord thinks with Moody dead that we should be able to obtain access to it, and you're the only one who knows where it is."
"Very well," Severus said. "The Order's headquarters is five floors. Grab two others, and we'll be off."
"Two?" Nott frowned at him. "I though you said there were five floors?"
"I did," Severus sneered. "But I believe, more than likely, that Katherine will want to join us?"
"Of course," Katherine said, quickly rising from her chair. "Are we flying or…shit…"
"What?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction.
"Well, if you remember correctly, my broom was destroyed last night," Katherine sighed. "Narcissa? Does Draco have I broom I can borrow?"
"Of course," Narcissa said. "It should be in the closet near the front door."
"Good," Katherine said, before turning back to Severus and Nott. "Well, shall we get going then?"

The three flew high over London, under an invisibility spell of course, and were now joined by Mulciber and Rodolphus. The sky was cloudy and gray, with a light mist hanging in the air. They almost hadn't needed the invisibility spell with how thick the clouds were.
Severus, was once again, clutching his broom uncomfortably, as he led the group towards Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The small group landed in a park that was surrounded by a row of houses on either side. But as Severus was about to reveal to location, his tongue suddenly felt as though someone had tied it in a knot.
"Well?" Katherine asked, as she came up along side him. "Are you going to tell us or what?" All Severus could do was turn to glare at her. She glared back at him, but noticed the way his jaw was clutched tightly shut.
"You can't talk, can you?" Katherine smirked at him. "Quite good Moody." She chuckled at his scowl, which had now deepened, but was quickly cut off as he grabbed her arm roughly and turned her towards a row of houses.
"What?" Katherine grumbled. "What am I looking at?" Severus pointed towards them this time.
"Urghh…use your bloody mind, and tell me what I'm looking at!" Katherine's mind shouted at him. But he didn't respond, instead he continued to glare at her. "Merlin, Moody thought of everything, didn't he."
Severus nodded in response, then turned her back towards the row of house, pointed at them once again. Katherine squinted towards the old brick homes, still trying to figure out what she was suppose to be looking at. Then it hit her.
"11...13...12 is missing," Katherine frowned. "12. Number 12. This is the Black home, isn't it?" She turned to look Severus in the eye. "Number 12 Grimmauld Place? They used Orion and Walburga's home as the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix?" Severus inclined his head towards her, then nodded to the row of house, which began to move apart and reveal a new house all together.
Katherine and the others began to step forward, but Severus stopped her and pointed to his mouth.
"What?" Katherine smirked. "You want me to undo it?" Severus sneered and nodded to her. "Hmm…rather like you this way. Not sure I want to." She began to move away again, but Severus grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her back, growling at her.
"Alright, alright," Katherine said, before waving her wand at him, undoing the curse. "Better?"
"Much."

Severus was getting even more frustrated, after having to deal with another one of Moody's curses once inside the house. It took several minutes for the five of them to rid of the dust-composed Albus Dumbledore, but once managed, they split up, each taking a floor to themselves.
Nott moved to the cellar where the kitchen was located, while Mulciber took the ground level. Rodolphus took the second, while Katherine rounded out the third and Severus the fourth.
Severus started with Regulus' old bedroom; tearing apart draws and the closet, looking for anything that he left behind that might lead to the question of how he really died. There were several photos of the old Slytherin Quidditch Team, many of which contained Katherine. Old snitches and his prefect pin laid upon his old desk in the corner, while Quidditch banners decorated the walls.
But one particular photo caught his eye. It was one from Katherine's final year, that appeared to be deteriorating due to being handled too much. It looked as though it had been written on the back, and carefully Severus removed it from its' frame.
Behind it, was a letter. A letter written by Regulus to Katherine, the day before his death was announced.
'August 24, 1979 -
Dear Katherine,
I don't know how you and Severus do it. The Dark Lord summoned me just the other night and asked to use Kreacher, our house elf. I am not sure as to why he needed him, but when he returned to me, he was delirious, constantly mumbling under his breath about not being able to do anything right or something along that line.
He was finally able to tell me that the Dark Lord made him take a potion, and I was hoping you could tell me what type of potion it could be. He also told me about a locket that the Dark Lord had with him, and said he had heard the Dark Lord say something about splitting his soul. I remember something about Horcruxes from one of the books in my parents' library, that states when one splits his soul, they have to plant it into an object in order to protect it.
I believe that the locket has something to do with this. Katherine, please, I need your help. I have always thought of you as a sister and I want to see you play for the Harpies. Katherine, please, lets find a way out of this. I am afraid of what may come and I don't want to see either of us go down with the Dark Lord.
I will finish this when I return, but for now Kreacher is taking me to where the Dark Lord hid the locket. I don't what I will find there, but I assure you I'll be fine…'
Severus closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Regulus had not only wanted himself out of the inner circle, but Katherine as well. They had been good friends in school, and the young Black had always looked up to Katherine, on and off the Quidditch pitch.
He wondered what Katherine would have thought if she had ever received the letter in the first place. He wondered if she would have turned Regulus in for his betrayal, or if she would have tried to help get them out.
He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. It never happened; the letter was never sent, and thus Katherine remained a part of the Dark Lord's inner circle.
Folding the letter, he placed it in his pocket, before moving on to the next room. Sirius' room. He could feel the anger well up inside of him, as he thought of the man that once slept in this very room. The boy, who, along with James Potter, would bully him every chance they got.
A sudden rage swept through him, and he began tearing apart draws and the closet. Paper and cloth littered the floor from his wake of wrath. As he began to wreck havoc on another desk drawer, he stopped at the sight of a familiar red head peeking out from behind a stack of papers.
Slowly, he pulled out the photograph to reveal none other than Lily. She laughing face shone bright as she watched a little boy flying about on a broomstick, being chased by the boy's arrogant father. Attached to the photograph was a letter written in Lily's handwriting.
'August 2, 1981 -
Dear Padfoot,
Thank you, thank you, for Harry's birthday present! It was his favorite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself, I'm enclosing a picture so you can see. You know it only rises about two feet off the ground, but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent me for Christmas (no complaints there). Of course, James thought it was funny, says he's going to be a great Quidditch player, but we've had to pack away all the ornaments and make sure we don't take our eyes off him when he gets going.
We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda, who has always been sweet to us, and who dotes on Harry. We were so sorry you couldn't come, but the Order's got to come first, and Harry's not old enough to know it's his birthday anyway! James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell - also, Dumbledore's still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much. Wormy was here last weekend, I though he seemed down, but that was probably the news about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard.
Bathilda drops in most days, she's a fascinating old thing with the most amazing stories about Dumbledore, I'm not sure he'd be pleased if he knew! I don't know how much to believe, actually, because it seems incredible that Dumbledore-
-could ever have been friends with Gellert Grindelwald. I think her mind's going, personally!
Lots of Love,
Lily'
Severus stared at the second page of the letter. 'Lots of Love, Lily.' Lily. Then he noticed a second letter directly below the first, and in the same handwriting.
'October 10, 1981 -
Dear Padfoot,
I cannot believe it. Katherine Dumbledore, a Death Eater. You think you know some people, especially since she was my best friend for nearly nine years. Professor Dumbledore seems crushed, but James and I assured him that it was not his fault the way she turned out.
She had always been into the Dark Arts and always hung out with those who were rather iffy from Slytherin. Her and Snape became so close after our fifth year and I still wonder if…'
But the letter was stopped there, since the page had been torn in half and the rest was no where in sight. He folded the second letter and stuffed it into a pocket in his robes before returning to the first letter. Lily. Those bright green eyes stared up at him, fill of life. Life that was now gone; gone because of him.
Severus could feel tears well up in his eyes, and trying to blink them back unsuccessfully. They fell from his eyes, staining the letter that he still held in his hands. He dropped to his knees in the middle of the room, and tore the photo in half, tossing the half with James and Harry to the floor, along with the first page of the letter.
"Severus! Come on! We should get going before the Aurors show up!" Katherine's voice bellowed up from the floor below. Severus silently stuffed the second page of the letter and Lily's photograph into his pocket. Quickly he calmed himself, forcefully wiping away the tears the stained his face, before standing and leaving the House of Black altogether. Never to return there.

Later that night, Severus and Katherine returned to Spinner's End. Katherine had noted that Severus seemed different ever since they left Grimmauld Place, but shrugged it off, figuring it was because of who had lived in that house once.
As soon as Katherine had her cloak off, Severus grabbed her, pulling her to him. His lips descended on hers forcefully, as he pressed against her.
"Katherine," Severus breathed between the searing kisses. "Please." Katherine moaned against his lips, as he hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Swiftly, he walked towards the fireplace and carefully knelt down on the rug.
Keeping her legs tightly around his waist, he lowered her to the floor, then began unbuttoning her robes, while his lips never left hers. He ravished her passionately the rest of the night, all the while trying to rid his mind of the red haired, green eyed woman who was his reason for still being dangled from the arms of the Dark Lord.
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