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The Potion Mistress and the Half-Blood Prince	By : FonzFan Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 2097 -:- 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 39: Born on The Ides of March
Weeks went by faster than you could blink, and before long it had been well over a month since the Dark Lord's acceptance to Severus' request. Draco's visit had become less and less, but the boy was still shrinking away from the rest of his house and continued to struggle in his classes.
Katherine, however, was a different story.
It was not unknown to Severus what the students from the others houses thought of her. They commented on how she was just like he was, inside and outside the classroom. But Severus had noticed, that in the last couple of weeks, the comments had changed.
"What's with Dumbledore?"
"Been different lately, hasn't she?"
"I've noticed it too…"
"Still as tough as ever, but there is something different…"
Severus heard a group of Ravenclaws whisper, before they noticed him and scrambled away as fast as they could, leaving the halls virtually empty. It was nearing curfew, and Severus was glad that the students had been pretty well behaved the last few weeks as well.
The Carrows had complained about the decreasing number of detentions being given, and when he had asked Katherine about the students in her classes, she only responded that 'the D.A. was lying low and not attempting anything in Potions.' This relieved him to no ends.
His mind drifted off to Katherine once again. He had noticed a change too, but he knew a part of the problem. She had been distant ever since Lucius' attack. Katherine would often hole herself up in the dungeons, working on various potions and grading, thus changing her sleeping habits. There were nights when she would slip into his bed, long after he drifted off; curling up into his side, clinging to him as if she would drown. But there were other nights when she wouldn't show up at all.
The green trimmed bed felt cold and empty on those nights; and Severus felt like he was slowly losing her again. But he knew he couldn't. According to the Dark Lord, she was his, and he felt the peace of mind that the others now probably knew as well. He hoped that none of them would try it again.
Severus had no idea if Katherine would show tonight, so he decided to do a little patrolling, hoping that he wouldn't catch any students out of their rooms.
The corridors were dark and silent, save for the few chatting portraits and the occasional ghost that would float by. Severus wound his way through hall after hall until he found himself at the steps of the Astronomy Tower. He hadn't been up there in almost a year.
Well, since last June to be more precise.
Slowly, Severus turned the handle and opened the door. He made his way up the wooden winding stairs until he reached the landing at the very top. The wind whistled through the rafters of the tower's peak, and caused his black woolen cloak to billow more than usual. It was a bitter wind; blowing off the Black Lake, but it was still warm enough to melt the snow that remained on the castle grounds.
He froze staring at the spot were Albus last stood. Oh, how he wanted to throw himself over that ledge as well. But there was no way around it; he had made promises to Albus and to himself, and there was no running now.
Severus timidly stepped towards the railing, and looked out across the darkened grounds. It was quite peaceful; and he was surprised to see a hole in the clouds revealing hundreds of glittering stars high in the heavens above. His thoughts shifted to Lily. He remembered how she loved the Astronomy Tower at night; constantly pointing out constellations and often coming up there in hopes of seeing a shooting star.
But she never had, at least not when he was with her.
He sighed heavily, and gripped the railing tight until his knuckles turned white. Severus knew it was getting worse. Lily was slowly slipping away from him. The night he had delivered the sword to Potter, he felt different. The doe still appeared for him, but she seemed to hold less meaning than before.
Looking back up at the night sky, his eyes widened as a small glowing orb shot across the heavens and disappeared behind a dark cloud. Severus' vision blurred and he swallowed hard, trying to stop the tears from forming.
But he couldn't. A single tear escaped, rolling down his pale cheek and off the side of his face. He hadn't cried for Lily since the summer months, when he had fled from Katherine's side in a moment of anger. A sob wracked his body, and he brought a hand to his face, harshly wiping the tears away.
"Lily," he choked on his words. "Forgive me."

It was well after midnight when Severus emerged from the tower. The wind had chilled him to the bone, and he desperately wanted to soak in a hot shower. The corridors had been dimmed and were eerily silent, even for that time of night. He had expected to run into Amycus or at least Alecto, patrolling the halls. But there wasn't a soul around.
Severus swiftly made his way down the hall and rounded the corner by the Divination classroom. Suddenly he hit something solid, and stumbled back a bit, whipping out his wand.
"Lumos!" he snarled, thinking for a moment that he had run into a student, but it wasn't. "Sybil?"
Professor Sybil Trelawney stood before him, her body rigid and her eyes unfocused in the light the shined forth from Severus' wand. Sybil mouth sagged and her breathing became heavy and harsh.
"Sybil, what are you…" he started, but stopped as her eyes started to roll and then a loud, harsh voice emerged. One that was not her own.
"The deceptive servant shall be revealed, and holds the knowledge to aid in the defeat of the Dark Lord…

...This servant who has claimed to be faithful will reveal all secrets that the past holds true…

...A dishonest servant born on the Ides of Marchhhh…."
She coughed and grunted, before her head rolled forward. Severus stood staring at her, unsure of what just happened. But then he remembered that he had that voice before; a very long time ago. The Prophesy.
Suddenly, Sybil's head snapped up again. Her eyes had refocused and she blinked rapidly behind her large magnified glasses.
"Oh…" she started, "…Headmaster. Forgive me, I forgot why I was down here. Something must have slipped my mind." Severus didn't even know how to respond to that, and watched numbly as Sybil slipped past him, heading for her tower.
"Born on the Ides of March?" Severus muttered, as he wracked his brain trying to figure out the meaning of the behind the prediction. "What in Merlin's name is the Ides of March?"

Severus couldn't even remember how he got back to his quarters, but when he arrived, he found Katherine sitting in his bed. She had a books strewn about, along with parchments and quills. His Shadow Book of Potions was lying open in one hand, as she scribbled away on the parchment in her lap.
His mind was cut off momentarily at the sight of her. She looked striking in the lamp light. Her golden hair was coming undone from her plait, and she was chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes swiftly moved over the text. Suddenly she frowned, then glanced up in his direction.
"Sev?" she raised an eyebrow at him. "Where have you been?"
"Oh…um…" Severus started, clearing his throat a bit. "Went out for a walk, to clear my mind."
"Aha…" Katherine said, looking at him suspiciously. "Well…just let me clear these books away." Severus dropped his eyes to the ground, and his mind went back to Sybil's prophecy.
'Maybe Katherine knows what the Ides of March are?' Severus thought, as he changed into his nightshirt. 'She always seems to know about those types of things.' As he emerged from the bathroom, Katherine was still reading his book, but the others had now disappeared from the bed and were stacked neatly on the nightstand.
"Katherine?" Severus asked, as he slipped into the bed next to her.
"Hmm…"
"You took Muggle Studies," Severus said, watching her nod from behind her book. "What do you know about something called the 'Ides of March?'"
"It's the date of the murder of Julius Caesar."
"And?"
"And what?" Katherine asked looking up from her book.
"There must be something more to it."
"Alright," Katherine sighed, as she set her book down on the small table that was next to the bed. "Ides coming from the Latin word 'Idus' means half division and is used widely in the Roman calendar as a way to indicate the middle of a month. It was the festive day dedicated to the god Mars and in the time of Julius Caesar, huge military parades were held in the god's honor.
"Julius Caesar was killed on that day in 44 B.C. He was stabbed twenty-three times within the walls of the Roman Senate by a group of sixty conspirators led by Marcus Junius Brutus. It is believed that while Caesar was on his way to the Theatre of Pompey, he was visited by a seer who had foretold that harm would come to him around the time of the Ides of March."
"Do we know the name of this seer?"
"No," Katherine shook her head. "…but there is a rumor that he was an ancestor of Rowena Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw?"
"Yes," Katherine said, as she waved her wand, putting out the light. "It is believed that she was a seer as well."
"So, this Ides of March would be the fifteenth of the month," Severus stated, as he turned to face her as she settled in next to him.
"Umm hmm," Katherine yawned. "Goodnight Sev."
"Goodnight." Severus said, as the witch leaned into him. He listened as her breathing slowed, as sleep overtook her. But he was wide awake.
The date for the Ides of March fluttered through his head. There were plenty of people he knew who had birthdays around that date. Narcissa, was one; then there was Rodolphus and the elder Crabbe.
Then there was Katherine. Her birthday was around that date too, but his mind came to a blank conclusion as he tried to remember the exact date. He had never been good with remembering birthdays, except Lily's of course.
He thought harder and then suddenly remembered that Avery's birthday was around that day too. Severus thought back to the Yule Ball and the Dark Revel that took place on his birthday. Avery had seemed different; not quite willing to participate in those activities any longer. Then there was the man's wife; he was protective of her and seemed to care for the younger witch deeply.
'Could the prophecy be about Avery?' Severus thought, as his eyelids began to grow heavy. 'Or is it Katherine? Or Nacissa?
'Who holds secrets of the past? Maybe there is a descendent of Ravenclaw that is among the Death Eaters? Who could it be?' His mind began to go fuzzy, as he drifted off into sleep, but he could still hear the prophesized words ringing in his ears.
"Born on the Ides of March…"
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