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The Conference by Melvacaea [Reviews - 3]

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1) Thanks to Black_lust_z, EmmaLodger, and Grey_Eminence for the reviews! I appreciate it!

2)I noticed that I handed in this chapter a few days ago and it wasn't looked at, so I'm submitting two chapters.

3) On with the show!

Chapter Seven: Secrets

"Fuck. No. Do you hear me, Remus? Remus! No. I don't NEED his help and he can bloody well back out if he wants to. I am NOT -- I repeat, NOT -- going down there today. It's Saturday evening, damn it, leave me in peace! REMUS!"

The werewolf stopped poking his cousin, who sat surrounded by papers at her desk, and sighed at her.

"Don't you have something to do? Papers? Test making? Names for the brat? Hermione?"

He looked amused and insulted at the same time, before finally pulling up a chair and sitting in front of her desk. She buried herself into her Herbology notes.

"Hermione is getting along just fine. Papers and tests can wait for another day and we already have a name."

She looked up, interested. "Really? What is it?"

"Only if you go down to Snape."

"That is so not fair. I'm asking Hermione."

"No!" He grabbed her arms and hauled her up. "Look at me. Do you know how much Severus can help you? Do you even understand the Wolfsbane Potion? I'm the werewolf here and I don't have the slightest clue how to brew it or what the theory of it is. Nothing. Please, Mara, go to him. Do it to help the students understand that I'm not dangerous. Please."

She sighed at him and looked away. "Fine. Fine, Remus, I'm going. I'm going, you hear me?"

She picked up two manila envelopes and tossed them into a small black bag, a couple of quills, an ink bottle, and a folder full of parchment following. She picked up two Potions books and shoved them in before zipping it up and stepping out the room, fuming at her cousin.


"What?" she snapped.

"Sirius James Lupin."


"What do you want, Professor Lupin?" Snape snapped from his cauldron. The pregnant professor looked into his cauldron.

"Dragon's Bane, Professor? I thought this was illegal?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"And exceptionally hard to make. What do you want, Professor?"

Hermione sighed. It was always so hard to talk to Severus. "Severus, please. Take her in. She's coming down anyway."


"Severus, calm down!" she squeaked as the Potions Master rounded on her furiously. He deflated and, with a sigh, turned off the fire under the cauldron. "It was Remus' idea. He thinks that she can't do this alone and he can't really help her much because everything he says is rather biased. You will help her, won't you?"

Severus heard the knock at the door and sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Fine, Hermione. Fine. But only because it's you. Damn. When did we become such... friends, anyway?" He seemed slightly appalled at the idea.

Hermione giggled and Snape shot her a look, making her shrug. She walked out the door, squeezing Mara's arm as she walked by. Mara peered around the door and watched the tall figure of a man fold into a chair and rub his temples.

"Come in, Miss Alexandria." Mara stepped inside and jumped when the door slammed shut loudly. "Apparently, the Lupins are working against us."

"I figured," she muttered, setting her bag next to a chair. She bent down and took out a book. "I found something I have to ask you about."

"Please, fire away," the Potions Master said sardonically. She ignored him and flipped open the book, licking the tips of her fingers as she turned a page.

"Here it is. The Wolfsbane Potion was finally finished in 1982. It had some glitches and it was sent back to the original maker of the potion: Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts. Not much has been said about Professor Snape, only because those unlucky enough to know him have kept quiet. When he saw the potion, the messenger was sent cowering away in fear. Professor Snape took his sabbatical after this and spent that year fixing what could be fixed. When he issued the potion back, it came with the following note: 'The Wolfsbane Potion was seriously bungled by you idiots at the Ministry. I have fixed it as best I can: it now calms the senses of werewolves. I have a willing guinea pig: his name is Remus J. Lupin.' The sarcastic professor was praised in silence and Remus Lupin was contacted. After a full moon night, Severus Snape was awarded an Order of Merlin, First Class, for aiding in the potion's success. The reason as to why he did not go ahead and start with the primitive notes to make a permanent cure for lycanthropy is unknown even to this day." She looked over at Snape, who was holding his face in his hands. "The History of the Wolfsbane Potion, by Sandra Mulch." She sat down in a chair across from him and leaned forward. "What was all that about then?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Alexandria," he said levelly, standing up. "Though, I admit, I also found an interesting passage in a specific book. Charms, as it would be."

She watched him pull out a thick, black volume from his book-filled shelves, lean casually against the wall, and the flip the yellowed pages in a way reminiscent to her own. When he looked up at her without lifting his head, through the curtain of black hair, she felt a course of fire run through her veins. He cleared his throat and she leaned back, curious.

"The repair of the Freezing Charm was aided by witch and Witching Olympics ice skating champion Mara Marjorie Alexandria. In the 1974 Winter Witching Olympics, the fourteen-year-old suffered an accident. She was performing a leap in the air, using a Heightening Spell, when she lost her momentum and fell seventy feet into thin ice. Someone in the crowd had used the (outdated) Freezing Spell and it didn't work. Miss Alexandria almost died, but her cousin levitated her out of the water. She didn't return to the 1982 WWOs, but the next year, the twenty-three-year-old presented a modified Freezing Charm. Unlike the last one, which had to be performed in figure eights, it was a short jab at whatever you were freezing. It was accepted, but she did not take personal credit for it. The reason as to why she never returned to ice skating, even after the modification of the Freezing Charm, remains a mystery." He looked up at her, at her blanched face and trembling body. "The Tales Behind the Modifications of Selected Charms, by Marcus Mulch, brother to Sandra Mulch."

She took a deep, shaky breath and her hand dipped into her book bag to pull out a pack of papers. "If you don't mind, Professor, I'd like to get a start on this."

And, secrets unrevealed, the two of them sat down uncomfortably to work.

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The Conference by Melvacaea [Reviews - 3]

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