• 1-Chapter One: The Incredible Miss Harriet Noxcycneus
• 2-Chapter Two: The Incredible Professor of Potions
• 3-Chapter 03: The Apprentice’s Dream
• 4-Chapter Four: Fresh Flesh
• 5-Chapter Five: The Subtle Science and Exact Art of Potion-Making
• 6-Chapter Six: Of Yeti Dice and Engorgement Potions

Harriet sat on the warmed stone floor in a corner of the Slytherin common room, watching in silence as Blaise Zabini sat down across from her. She was with a handful of the Slytherin seventh years, getting ready to play some sort of game Blaise had been begging to do. Blaise had made himself into a bookie of sorts, taking bets on Quidditch games and providing gambling opportunities to students across campus. Harriet could naturally punish him for illegal campus activities, but just like many of the professors, she had made good money for placing bets on teams he suggested.

Tonight he was letting a select handful of seventh years play a game he claimed to be “the thrill of a lifetime!” She was naturally sceptical, but highly curious. So there she sat as he dug around in a velvet bag, searching for Merlin knew what.
"Alright, you guys, what I have here in my hands are Yeti dice. Have any of you played with these before?" Blaise asked, and held out three knobby ivory dice in his hands, displaying them to the other Slytherins. Harriet looked at the dice and shook her head just as Draco shouted.

"Those are dangerous!"

Blaise wrinkled his nose. "What are you, Draco? A Hufflepuff?" Harriet watched as the seven other students shook their heads nervously at Blaise’s inquiring looks. Finally he said in an exasperated tone, "Come on! One of you idiots has to play!"

"I'll play," Harriet said confidently and everyone turned to look at her.

"Harriet, those are dangerous. Are you sure you want to play?" Pansy asked, looking worried.

"I'm not afraid of them," she said turning up her nose to the dice.

"They can make you do dangerous things," Draco warned.

To that, Blaise protested. "Oh come on! The most dangerous thing anyone's had to do with these dice was levitating over a fire and doing the fox-trot in midair."

A pink haired girl named Sonja spoke up. "Well, you could get in a lot of trouble if you get a risk. Three full risks becomes a dare which are the worst. If you get two out of three for risks then it's not so bad because all you have to do is drink the Pink Serum."

"What does the Pink Serum do?" Harriet asked curiously.

Meridith, who sat next to Sonja said, "It makes you real loopy and you start doing really funny things for about five minutes."

"And if you only get one dice that has a risk?” Harriet asked, staring at the red skull engraved on one of the three dice.

"Then you drink the yellow Serum," Pansy said.

"You get gas!" Sonja said and everyone laughed cheerfully.

"So do you still want to play?" Blaise asked with a smile.

Harriet tossed her hair over her shoulders and said, "Of course!"

Blaise clapped his hands in delight. "Wonderful! It appears that we have a true Slytherin among all you stupid prats! Now if someone will get a piece of parchment and a quill, we can begin."

The game started out harmless enough, and during the first three hours of playing, only one person having to consume the yellow serum and no one landed on risk once.

Until Harriet rolled her twelfth time.

“Oh shit,” Blaise whispered in horror as Harriet looked down at the dice in surprise.

“A triple dare,” she commented and suddenly the atmosphere of the room became incredibly uncomfortable.

The other students placed the piece of parchment on the floor next to the dice and place a ratty hawk feather quill on top of that. Everyone leaned over as the quill seemingly came to life. Slowly, it began to write in blood. Pansy let out a strangled cry as her name appeared on the parchment. Finally the quill stopped moving and fell down onto the stone floor. The words began to arrange themselves on the paper, reading:

“Steal potion for Pansy.”

"What potion? "Harriet asked looking up at Pansy in confusion.

The black haired girl covered her mouth, eyes wide, as she whispered, "Merlin. I didn't even think about that..."

Harriet rolled her eyes and frustrated, asked again, "What, Pansy? What potion am I supposed to steal?"

"I was thinking about making an Engorgement potion for Draco-"

Draco looked horrified as if some big secret had been said. "Pansy!” he chastised angrily, “Do you really have to tell everyone?"

Pansy rolled her eyes as everyone sniggered, remembering the first day in Hexes and Charms class. "Everyone knows about it, Draco. Honestly, it's no big deal."

Harriet thought for a moment and said aloud. "So I'm supposed to steal a engorgement potion... but where would I get something like that?"

Everyone looked at her sombrely and suddenly she understood.

"Oh, no! I'm not stealing from Professor Snape!"

"You have to or the dice will penalize you," Blaise said looking uncomfortably.

"And what happens if I don't complete the dare?" she said angrily, crossing her arms.

Blaise let out a nervous laugh and a strained smile. "You'll die in a horrible fashion. Like your lungs will fill up with water during class and you'll drown. Or you'll put your head down on your pillow and crack your skull."

Harriet narrowed her eyes at Blaise. "Shouldn’t these things illegal?"

"Well..."

"How long do I have to complete the risk?" she sighed.

"Seven days."

The group of students around her looked expectantly at her and finally after gathering up all the confidence within her, she said, "Alright. I'll do it."

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It was Wednesday night, almost a full twenty-four hours after playing with the Yeti dice and Harriet was sitting in Professor Snape’s office working on star charts for gathering ingredients. She was sitting at a large table that the professor had conjured up for her to work on. Though she desired to sit next to him, she was forced to sit at the table across from him due to large parchment rolls they plotted the heavens on. Harriet was using a light grey ink to mark planets and the professor was using a pot of orange ink to connect stars in constellations. She had been sitting in the seat for over seven hours and as the minutes to midnight approached, she could feel the guilt beginning to overwhelm her.

How could she possibly steal anything from someone she was in love with?

Severus looked up from his map and then looked at the large grandfather clock across the room. It was 1:03 am and he realized his lovely apprentice should be under the silken bed covers adorning her bed, not sitting in one of his chairs, labouring over a star chart for plucking Jipson berry. He could tell she was becoming tired and he felt a bit of regret that he was the cause she wasn’t getting the rest she deserved.

“Miss Noxcycneus?” he asked and she looked up at him, her quill still hovering over the paper.

“Yes sir?” she asked, her tone curious.

“It is three minutes after one in the morning. You may go to your chambers,” he said, waving his hands over her map, which automatically began to roll up.

“Thank you sir,” she said and he watched her stand up, placing her quill down on the table.

He looked back down at his map and concentrated on finding another constellation that might be of importance. After a few seconds, he looked up and saw she hadn’t moved at all. He raised an inquiring eyebrow and she said,
“Are you sure that you don’t need anything else?”

He looked back down at his parchment and said flatly, "No. You may leave for the night."

"Alright Professor. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Good night," his said, shuffling through the maps underneath his.

Attempting to focus on the map, he quite suddenly he felt a hand slip under his chin, gently turning his face upwards again. As his assistant cupped his chin he watched her lean forward and before he could move, her lips softly touched his. Then she pulled away and with an expressionless look on her face, left the classroom.

He sat there in his seat, completely shocked. Had she just... had she... she just... no, she couldn't have! His fingertips touched his lips delicately- what could have made her want to... she touched him... he had been connected to her... her lips...

Suddenly his mind kicked in, trying to create an explanation for what had happened. 'Severus! Get control of yourself! She's simply trying to get to your head, throw you off balance, disrupt your world! She doesn't feel anything for you; how could she feel something for you? How could she feel anything the least bit sexual towards you? Do you think anyone thinks about you sexually? How can you possibly think that you'd fulfill anyone like that; you can barely keep friends or students respect! You IDIOT!'

She had kissed him! Harriet couldn't help but let the smile of joy dance across her face! She had kissed that wonderful god of a man! She skipped up the dungeon stairs and when she reached the Slytherin entrance, she proclaimed “Hinkypunk!” and waltzed through the opening and through the common room, reaching her bedroom in a glowing frenzy. She flopped down onto her bed, wrapping her arms around herself, squeezing tightly as she giggled hysterically. She closed her eyes and said loudly,

"Mirror, Mirror, reflect me, tell me now, what do you see?"

The enchanted mirror across her bedroom replied, "I see golden hair, eyes of blue, a pair of lips smiling for two."

Harriet let out a laugh of pleasure as she opened her eyes and let her arms run down her sides, caressing her flesh under her slacks. She let out a sigh, the smile fading on her face, turning to a frown of discontent. She could feel a feeling of arousal that she knew she couldn't satisfy. The last time she had tried masturbation as a form of relief it had simply made her feel stupid; for some reason, she had never been able to get herself off. Whenever the problem had arose at Durmstrang, she would simply grab one of the younger female students and lock them in the bedroom with her, demanding they satisfy her or she would find someone else.

She lie there and suddenly a wonderful idea came to her. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and placed a heavy locking charm on her door. Then facing the fire place, she placed a black haze in front of the flames to prevent someone trying to communicate with her from seeing what she was doing.

She began to slowly disrobing herself, letting herself touch her own body as if she were trying to please someone else. She pulled her trousers off, sliding them down around her thighs along with her light pink knickers. She gently touched the soft flesh between her legs, rubbing it softly and began to think about the Professor's voice...

"Now if you take a mixture of hazel shavings and lemon peel, you can add it to the mixture to achieve quite a different affect. Miss Noxcycneus, would you care to demonstrate to the class how a master would go about adding this to their flying ointment?"

"Miss Noxcycneus, what do you suggest the class uses: potato root or yam root?"

"Miss Noxcycneus, would you mind stirring my cauldron for me? I wouldn't want some other idiot to ruin it."

"If you would like, you may stay after class to take your potion a step further. I wouldn't mind instructing you longer."

"Miss Noxcycneus, I would prefer if you didn't have a partner today. I realize that this draught requires a partner, so you will be sharing a cauldron with me."

"Oh professor..." she moaned, her finger running over a small spot that sent icy-white heat running through her body, making her shiver as she felt herself getting close to orgasm.

"Perhaps we should share the cauldron more often, eh Miss Noxcycneus?"

"Oh Professor, you can call me --

"---Harriet!" she finished with a groaned, orgasming like never before.

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About an hour later, Severus lay in his bed, wrapped up tightly in heavy wool blankets to stay warm in his frigid chambers. No matter how large he made the flames in his fireplace or how long he kept a fire going, he couldn’t keep his chambers warm. He shivered and pulled the heavy blankets farther up around him. Suddenly he groaned. He had forgotten to place the snake venom in the flowering pot of Orchard Weed. He climbed out of the bed and stood up, clapping his hands twice, the loud sound echoing off the stone walls. His robes magically appeared on him and he grabbed a silver urn from atop the fireplace and opened it. Inside was Floo powder and he grabbed a fistful of the chalky substance, flinging it into the flames.

“My office,” he stated clearly.

He stepped into the flames and was instantly rushed into his office’s fireplace. He stepped out and moving over to Orchard Weed which sat on the shelves behind his desk, brushed a few stray locks of hair out of his eyes. He had noticed that during the month his hair had become oily again and no matter how much hair tonic he used, he couldn’t cut it down.

The phial of aged snake venom sat next to the potted plant and he pulled the crystal stopper out of it, inhaling the bitter scent deeply. He knew when mixed with alcohol, the venom lost its flavour and scent, rendering it completely undetectable; how often he had used this little trick during his years as a Death Eater. Pouring the entire contents of the phial into pot’s soil, he replaced the stopper and set the container on the shelf once more.

He turned around to go back to the fire and transport himself back to his chambers when he heard shouting in the dungeon corridors.

“Professor Snape! Professor Snape!”

He ran to the door and swung it open, fear flooding his body.

Had the Dark Lord returned?

There was a first year standing at his classroom door and she turned around to look at him.

“Professor Snape!”

“What’s gong on?”

“I saw something in the Northwest Tower...”

Harriet sat on her bed in golden satin drawstring trousers and a cotton ribbon strapped shirt of the same colour, listening to the ethereal sounds of choir music fill her room softly, painting her finger nails with her trademark emerald nail polish. She loved the way it glittered in the sunlight and it was even better because it was the house colour. The Professor himself had commented about “how the colour green was most attractive on a pureblood,” a statement she appreciated and treasured most dearly. She was just starting on her right hand when her chamber door slammed open and Patricia and Meredith came running inside.

Normally she would have cursed their sorry arses back to the Medieval age for not knocking and receiving permission to enter first, but they both had excited, nervous expressions on their faces.

"You have to go now if you want to get the Engorgement potion! Snape just left his classroom to go to a supposed “emergency” up in the Northwest tower. This is your only chance!" Patricia said breathlessly, exaggerating the quotations with her fingers.

She set the nail polish down and grabbing her dressing gown, slipped it over her shoulders, starting to run out of the room with the other Slytherins following close behind.

"Alright,” she said and paused at the open doorways to the outside corridor, “I'll be back in about twenty minutes. Wish me luck!"

The Slytherin girls nodded and she ran quickly up the cold corridors leading to Snape’s classroom. Clutching her wand tightly, she aimed the counter spell to unlock the classroom door, which flew open for her. Torches automatically lit for her and as she paused for a moment to catch her breath, her eyes focused on the locked cabinet at the other side of the room. She approached it in long strides and whispered,

“Lock, I, Harriet Noxcycneus, command you to open for me.”

The lock clicked open but she still repeated five other incantations to remove the secret hexes on the doors. Finally, the doors opened and she scanned the three shelves quickly for the specific potion she needed. Her eyes finally landed on a small, dark green bottle. She reached down and lifted a small parchment label that had been tied to the neck of the phial.

Written in Professor Snape’s sharp calligraphy was "engorgement potion," exactly what she was looking for.

"I'd love to see you engorged, Professor," she said quietly as inappropriate thoughts raced through her mind, a wicked smile playing on her face.

She grabbed the bottle and slipping it into her pocket, she closed the cabinet as quickly as she could, replacing the locking charms on the locks fast. She added a spell that would remove any trace amounts of her wand’s magic from the room so when the Professor tried to catch the criminal, she wouldn’t show up as a suspect. As soon as she finished, she ran out of the potions room and after she locked the door, she sprinted back to the Slytherin common room. After uttering the pass word ("Hinkypunk!") she entered the cool stone room and into a group of the Slytherin students who had been playing the game and awaited her success. She stood before them and slipping her hand into her pocket, she pulled the dark green glass bottle and raised it above her head.

"Dare complete!"

The Common room cheered for her and she smiled with pride of winning the difficult task that had been set for her.