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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 4: The Master and the Mistress
Severus stepped out into the corridor and silence fell over the group of students that were waiting outside.
"IN," he scowled, as the sixth years made their way inside the classroom. Harry, Ron and Hermione choose their seats towards the back of the room as Severus closed the door and moved to face the class from behind his desk.
"I do not want to see any books," Severus said, as he sneered at the class before him. "I want your fullest attention as we begin." He glazed over the students and then set off around the edge of the classroom.
"The Dark Arts are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal," Severus voice was now low and dangerous. "Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, and indestructible."
Severus carried on a bit more, showing them various pictures of dark arts curses and items used by the Dark Lord.
"Now..what is the advantage of a nonverbal spell?" Severus questioned as he had finally made his way back to his desk. "No one? Very well, Miss Granger."
"Your competitor has no warning about what kind of magic youre about to perform, which gives you a split-second advantage." Hermione stated.
"An answer copied almost word for word from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six," Severus sneered, looking at his Slytherin, "but correct in essentials. Those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some...lack.
"You will now divide into pairs and practice this concept." The students paired off and began practicing; one casting a jinx and the other blocking it all in silence. Severus walked around the room accessing the work at hand.
"Pathetic Weasley," Severus muttered as he rounded on Harry and Ron, "Here...let me show you..."
Severus turned and shot a nonverbal spell towards Harry, who forgot about the concept of the task, "Protego!" Harrys shield charm was strong enough to knock Severus off-balance and hit a desk. The students looked towards the professor as he righted himself angrily.
"Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?" Severus spat towards the boy.
"Yes," Harry answered stiffly.
"Yes, sir." Severus corrected him.
"There's no need to call me 'sir' Professor." The words escaped him too quickly and several people around him gasped.
"Detention, Saturday night, my office," Severus sneered. "I do not take cheek from anyone, Potter...not even 'the Chosen One.'"

The dungeon door opened in a flash and the blonde-haired professor stepped out to allow the few dozen students to enter.
"Inside, now," her voice was low and venomous, much like Snapes was earlier that morning.
The room was full of vapors and smells and the students sniffed attentively. Large, bubbling cauldrons lined the table in the front of the room. The professor made her way to the front of the classroom as the students seated themselves. Her black robes billowed out around her, making the students believe she was truly the female version of Snape.
"Now," the Potions Mistress glared over the students, "scales and potion kits out, along with your copies of Advance Potion-Making..."
"Ma'am?" Harry raised his hand cautiously.
"What?" Katherine scowled at the clone of her former classmate.
"I havent got a book or scales or anything...nor's Ron...we didn't know we'd be taking N.E.W.T. in potions, you see..."
"Yes...Professor McGonagall did mention that this morning," the womans scowl deepened as her thoughts came to the discussion between her and McGonagall earlier that morning. "There are ingredients in the store cupboard, along with scales and books, but I advise you to order your own supplies right away or you will be finding yourselves in detention if you do not have them by the next time we meet. Understood?"
Harry and Ron nodded their heads and made their way towards the cupboard in the back. The books were tattered and worn with age and the scales were tarnished, but they would have to do.
"I have prepared a few potions for you to examine. They are the types of potions that you are expected to be able to make in order to pass your N.E.W.T.s. Can anyone tell me what this one is?" Katherine pointed towards the furthest cauldron on the right. Hermione raised her hand cautiously. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth," Hermione smiled to herself, pleased with her answer.
"Taken directly from Advanced Potion-Making, Chapter 7...word for word I believe," Katherine spat, as the smile on Hermione face dropped. "But that is correct. What about this one?" Pointing to the cauldron next to the Veritaserum, Katherine looked around the room waiting for someone to answer.
"It's Polyjuice Potion, ma'am," Harry said without raising his hand.
"Mr. Potter, I did not see your hand raised. Five points from Gryffindor for your classmate neglect," Katherine sneered before continuing, the Slytherins snickered in the corner. "It is, however, Polyjuice Potion. What about the third one?"
Hermione raised her hand slowly. "It's Amortentia, ma'am."
"Indeed," the professor scowled in the direction of the Gryffindor table, "Care to explain what it does?"
"It's a powerful love potion, that takes on the smell of what the person in question finds most attractive," Hermione said shyly, trying not to look the professor in the eye.
"Correct, but the Amortentia doesnt really create love, of course. It only causes infatuation or obsession; probably one of the most dangerous and powerful potions you will create this year," Katherine stated. "And finally, this one?" No one raised their hands as the professor leaned over the fourth cauldron.
"No one?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Not even you Miss Granger?" Hermione lowered and shook her head. "How disappointing."
"That is Felix Felicis," Katherine scanned the room for a moment, "it is liquid luck."
The Slytherins straighten up and leered at the potions nearest to them. She smirked at them before continuing. "Two spoonfuls, equals two perfect days. Desperately tricky to make, and disastrous to get wrong." She scanned the room once again and let her eyes rest upon Harry.
"You will now begin your work for the day." Professor Dumbledore tapped the chalkboard behind her and the instruction for the potion appeared. "The Draught of Living Death. This potion is also found on page 32. You have an hour left, so you best get started."
Harry opened his book to the indicated page and found the pages for been scribbled on by the previous owner. It was hard to ignore and finally found himself following the previous owners new instructions instead of the book's or the ones on the chalkboard. The professor made her way around the room like Snape as well; silently glazing over students' shoulders with her wand at the ready just in case.
"Time's up." Katherine bellowed, after the hour was over. "I want everyone to fill a vial, label it, and bring it to my desk in two minutes." She sat behind desk still wearing the scowl that had been there all throughout the class period. "Once you have done that, you will clean your work areas while I assess your potions."
One by one the students placed their bottles on her desk then went about cleaning up. The professor unstopped each vial, smelling and observing the potions carefully. But she stopped upon one bottle with a questionable look on her face. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other wondering what the professor was thinking.
"Well, well...Mr. Potter," Katherine re-stopped the bottle and moved in front of the table were the three Gryffindors were sitting. "How is it that you are the only one in the class that was able to make the potion precisely?"
"I just followed the instructions ma'am," Harry stated stiffly looking the professor in the eye.
"Well," Katherine stated bitterly, "it seems that Professor Snape's teachings were not a total waste on at least one of you. I want twelve inches of parchment on each of the potions I've shown you today on my desk by Friday. Class dismissed."

"Harry, you better show that textbook to the professor," Hermione stated as they left the dungeons. "She should really know about it."
"It's nothing serious Hermione, its just like getting extra help thats all," Harry defended himself. "Besides, if it gets me through two years with her as our professor, the better off I'll be."
"Is there a name on it, to whom it belong to?" Ron asked snatching the book from Harry's hands.
"No, no name," Harry said as Ron flipped through the pages then stopped upon the inside cover. "Just this. This Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince."
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