"The Mental Mentorship" (Snape/Vector)

On my web travels, many have posted queries as to how Snape would act around certain female co-workers of an attractive persuasion.

Co-worker, love interest, or bane of his existance?

It may not be pretty....but at least it will be entertaining.

I wrote several story bits and have been dying to post....take a writer's block break...and always return. Thank you Mugglenet for this forum that has been such a love of mine for years.

I would love feedback - so I guess anyone can owl me and I have a feedback thread, too. http://www.cosforums.com/showthread.php?t=93158

Most important - Disclaimer: I in no way own or created these characters and have no wish to seek any profit from these characters or the Harry Potter books.

This is fanfiction and just for fun.

I consider this to be Snape/oc fanfic - I made up Vector's personality because I needed a female character and she is never really mentioned in the books. I think I've covered all my bases.

This is a humor/romance fic - and I think there is something for all Snape fans. He is my favorite character and Snape fans this is for you.

Also, I am not Shakespeare and certainly do not claim to be a phenomenal writer. But if you need a laugh at Snape's expense... and mine, I hope you enjoy:lol:

Chapter 1 sets the story, things get rolling by chapter 3...and beyond.

In the wizarding world....not everyone can be as brave as Harry Potter and offer immediate assistance....hence...

Chapter 1 - PASSING THE KNUT

The professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood awkwardly in a circle staring down at their boots for what seemed like an eternity. Not one of their number seemed interested in conversing out of fear of broaching a particular subject they all wished to avoid. Eventually, Minerva McGonagall addressed the inevitable task at hand.

"Well, someone has got to introduce the poor girl to her mentor," said Minerva abruptly."I guess as deputy headmistress it is, after all, my responsibility."

"I heard she's a smart one, good grades an' all at school. I reckon after this she'll be lookin' inter' another line a work," offered Hagrid.

Professor Sprout was a bit more helpful regarding the placing of their newest addition to the teaching staff.

"Of course I can find some work for her to do, but Longbottom has been assisting me after classes have ended for the day. That boy has quite an interest in Herbology as well as an affinity for the subject. We all know he has struggled and experienced difficulties in school. I would hate to discourage a strong talent in a particular area. However, I could always use an extra hand. Plants, herbs, and the like require constant care and attention to thrive."

Professor McGonagall spoke again.

"Yes, that is true. I myself would be more than happy to take her on from time to time, but,
quite frankly, most of our subjects do not require much assistance. The students need to be practicing and mastering spells on their own. There is, however, much more preparation involved before and after potion classes..."

"Minerva, I'll do it," piped up Professor Flitwick. "Where is our newest staff member?"

"She is meeting with the Headmaster," said McGonagall.

"Well, I will find her and introduce her to Severus. As for charms, I would like to invite her in for an observation. I am sure she can help me supervise and assist where needed," asserted Flitwick.

"Thank you, Filius," said Minerva. "Your offer is most considerate."

The group disbanded but not before agreeing to meet at The Three Broomsticks later in the week.

"All right then, that settles the matter, a good day to you all," said McGonagall, in a crisp, yet drawling Scottish accent.

The professors, looking relieved, then proceeded to file in through the heavy doors of Hogwarts Castle where their students were scurrying about, eager to arrive at their next class.

Actually, when is Albus Dumbledore NOT planning something?
(Gilderoy Lockhart will be planning something, too - we just have to wait a few more chapters.):D This icon is perfect for Gilderoy.

CHAPTER 2 - OPERATION ALBUS

Septima Vector trudged up the stairs and halted, bags in tow, at the grand, towering doorway of Hogwarts Castle. The doors opened before she could knock and she was ushered in. A scrawny man had appeared and waved her in absent-mindedly. By the looks of his waistcoat, moths had had a field day with his clothing. Either that or he had a hankering for muggle clothes circa 1983. (Sorry, her mother was a muggle.) Also, she noticed his cat would not break eye contact with her.

Septima thought it best to ignore the cat.

"Hello, I'm Septima Vector. The Headmaster is expecting me," she said, not sure if he heard her or if he cared. He lurched on shuffling his feet.

"Right this way, then," he managed to get out with effort. She was led up a sweeping staircase to a statue at the end of a very long and narrow corridor.

A moment later, a man from what seemed like out of nowhere appeared wearing a cloak with flowing folds of purple and royal blue spangled with silver stars. He also had a matching pointed hat perched jauntily upon his cascading ripples of silvery hair and equally long beard.

He was towering over her and bent slightly to gaze down at her. He had an intelligent but remarkably kind face. Although it was an older face it was astonishing how youthful it was when a genuine, giddy smile broke over it and his pale blue eyes glimmered.

Septima's own dark blue eyes opened wide and expectant. She had heard so much about him growing up. He was a legend in the wizarding world. However, she was still overwhelmed to be standing in front of the great Albus Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon, Miss Vector," Professor Dumbledore greeted Septima warmly. "I am delighted to finally meet with you. I must say I have only heard wonderful things. I knew some old relations of yours in my younger days."

Septima was in awe but not in a negative, intimidating way. There was just something powerful and grand that radiated from his very presence.

"May I invite you to step into my office?" asked Dumbledore politely.

She shook her head and followed his long, graceful steps into an anteroom connected to his office and living quarters.

"Please have a seat and make yourself quite comfortable," said Dumbledore."

He waved his wand and 2 rock crystal glasses appeared. Dumbledore poured a rather generous amount of pomegranate brandy from a crystal decanter that he had on a wooden table.

"A drink to your health and many happy years at Hogwarts."

Septima raised her glass and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, my dear, your qualifications are extraordinary," said Dumbledore. "You will fit right in - we have a wonderful staff - much more like family. They are devoted to this school and the care and well-being of the children in their charge."

Dumbledore continued and Septima listened intently.

"I wish to make this as smooth a transition and adjustment as possible. Our arithmancy professor seeks retirement after 70 years of devoted service to our school. Arithmancy is open to 3rd through 7th year students. At first, you will team teach as he agreed to stay and help you get acquainted. I thought this would be most helpful to you. I myself taught Transfiguration many years ago and realize the first year of teaching can be quite overwhelming.

"Actually, one student in my class had the misfortune of transfiguring himself into my desk and who would have known he was right under my nose all along. Ah, poor Nigel. How I remember." Dumbledore had a faraway gaze which turned into a sly grin as he looked over at her with glasses perched on a crooked, craggily nose.

"Care for a lemon drop?" Dumbledore innocently inquired.

"Why thank you, sir." Septima chuckled at his story and selected a drop from its case nestled in his hand. Some of her nervousness had vanished. He was just as kind and sincerely modest as everyone had agreed he'd be.

"Well, back to business as they say. For the first few months, the other half of your scheduled teaching time will be in the company of various Hogwarts staff members. Gringotts' owled over a letter of recommendation and we have your records that were sent from your school. It was then I decided that for a girl with such promise, you should experience all of our classes.

"The reason being that you may be called to fill in for a sick staff member or for some other unforeseen emergency. You may even decide in the not so distant future that you enjoy another subject or would just prefer a change. If there is an opening and you desire to change subjects I may be able to assist. In most cases, I have done this for other professors in the past." He paused for a second, thought better of it, and went on...

"You had a very liberal magical education and worked for awhile after school. With your experience, you may be able to help the staff out, too. Support is crucial in a collaborative learning environment." Septima nodded in approval.

"Also, I would like to offer you a mentor. We are all here for you, including myself, but I thought it may be wise to designate an appointed individual who you may go to directly for assistance and advice," said Dumbledore.

"Sir," Septima didn't know how to express her gratitude."I truly appreciate all you have done. I must say I am honored to work for you. I will do my very best for the school."

"Well, I will ask you to appear to have not noticed I have blushed at your kind words," Dumbledore said ruefully. "Professor Vector, I wish you longevity and success. Good Luck!" He offered his hand and she stood up from her seat and shook it warmly with a sincere smile of gratitude on her face.

"Actually, I do have one question, sir. Who will be mentoring me?"

"Oh, why yes, our Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape. Let me escort you back into the hall where he is waiting patiently. Professor Snape has been expecting you and he has been most, er, eager to begin his mentoring duties."

Note: In the next chapter, Septima Vector will take the literary reigns, so to speak, and we will hear about her first day directly from her.

Septima Vector's recollections of her first meeting with Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape. (A.K.A. - Monday Afternoon):grumble:

CHAPTER 3 - CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE SNAPE KIND

When I walked outside of Dumbledore's office I had my first encounter with the "Potions Master."

Contrary to Albus' belief, he was waiting rather "impatiently" with his arms folded close to his chest. He also wore a rather cross look on his face.

Cross or constipated? I couldn't decide which.

He was dressed from head to toe in billowing black robes, while only a trace of a starched white collar peeped out from under his chin. He had very pale skin that had the appearance of not being exposed to sunlight for some time. His long raven hair fell in sheaths which were parted on both sides of his head, framing his face. He had a rather long, prominent nose and intensely dark eyes. The black twin arches raised over his eyes emphasized his air of annoyance and his lips were pursed and disapproving.

For looking like walking death, he sure was expressive while saying nothing.

The tension cut the air like a knife and the uncomfortable silence didn't help matters much.

He then proceeded to ignore my outstretched hand.

"Follow me," he snapped testily and I tried to keep up as he stalked off to the dungeons.

Professor Flitwick was also waiting outside Dumbledore's office, but I will get to him momentarily.

Snape opened the door with a jerk and I hurled myself through just in time;the door just missing my face as it slammed behind me.

He twirled around stiffly to face me or rather look down on me and my diminutive stature.

I felt small in more ways than one as he continued to stare at me, no doubt sizing me up. Intellectually and professionally that is. (Well, there would be that one time when I was't so sure, but you can never tell with Snape.)

Oh, yes, Flitwick. I didn't want to risk losing Snape in the hallway. There was no way I could wait for Flitwick. Thankfully, he understood. Of course, Snape would later comment about how unprofessional that was as I would be reminded whenever I did anything in his presence for the next few months. Didn't Snape realize he had given me no choice in the matter?

Overgrown Prefect!

Flitwick arrived seconds later. Snape had paused and remained still, anticipating his arrival. Flitwick had quickened his steps in order to keep up without much success.

I turned to Flitwick. "Sir, may I ask, why not apparate? Is it true...

Snape cut in. "Mere seconds in my presence and already I am underwhelmed."

My jaw dropped in disbelief. The gall. The utter gall.

Snape continued. "Well, if you took your duties seriously and were properly prepared you would know by perusing "Hogwarts, A History" at the very least, that apparition and disapparition are not possible on these grounds."

"Ah," he paused for a second and pondered. "You can read?" he inquired seriously.

I realized later that if the arrogant bat could take points from professors he would.

Flitwick caught my eye and whispered..."And no one has read it except Binns and Snape. Quite possibly a young girl in my Charms class.."

"I can take over mentoring duties from here, Professor, thank you," imparted Snape.

EXIT FLITWICK.

Note: ( I always dreamed of my first cliffhanger - Chapter 4 also in Septima's pov.)

When we last left the dungeons, Professor Vector was not having a very good Monday. Professor Snape did not seem pleased with the prospect of mentoring a new staff member.

Time to lay down a few ground rules...

CHAPTER 4 - POTIONS FOR DUNDERHEADS

" As I am quite sure you observed, we are in the Hogwarts dungeons," said Snape in a most unwelcome tone.

"Office.Cupboards.Classroom.Study." -Snape pointed at each doorway by waving a careless hand and not bothering to look in any direction, only at me.

"I might add, these are the inner dungeons for assistants as well as students displaying cheek."

"You are not to come near my desk or me unless you are given explicit permission to do so."

"Do not look, breathe, or make any physical contact with the items residing in these rooms unless I ask it of you."

"In general, you exist, barely, and only if you are acknowledged."

Snape paced the room while speaking.

"Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not move unless I ask you."

"There will be no eye contact, for your benefit of course."

Ugly git! Of course!

"If you are given instructions to touch anything, wipe it down when you are finished, and keep things as they were. I am unaware of where your hands have been."

"Do not ask anything of a personal nature, you do not want to know." He nodded to make a point of reassuring me of this. "Do not offer, I do not want to know nor do I care."

He went down a list of potions ingredients in stock at any given time and showed me the pantry. It was a tall, narrow room lined with shelves and a rather large ladder on wheels.

There was a knock at the door and Professor Flitwick entered.

"Professor Sna..." - but Snape continued in a matter of fact fashion.

"Ah, over here are urns containing assistants who ask too many questions next to insolent students. I was quite sure I had misplaced them..."

Was he joking? I looked at Professor Flitwick. Flitwick shrugged and mouthed that no one was exactly sure of this.

"Yes, Professor." Snape addressed Flitwick.

"Septima is to go to Professor Sprout after she is done with her work here," said Flitwick.

"We are in fact almost finished," Snape replied.

"One last thing, if you are sick, poisoned, attacked, and or dying...Madame Pomfrey is on the third floor if you can manage to crawl to her office."

"Any questions?... not that I would answer any of your ridiculous queries," he raised an eyebrow seemingly anticipating a response.

Afraid to speak, move, breath or whatever he had asked me not to do. I, however, opted to merely shake my head "no."

"Good day, Vector." I was dismissed rudely. He turned and went back to work. He never looked up.

Flitwick and I exited as quickly as we could and we both walked to Professor Sprout's greenhouses not knowing what to say.

Flitwick broke the silence. "He is a serious man. No nonsense. But he must be having a really bad day."

In the fifth installment of "The Mental Mentorship", Professor Vector anticipates her second day of work with Professor Snape with dread and fear for her sanity...possibly her life as well.

A.K.A. Tuesday

CHAPTER 5 - ALL QUIET ON THE SEVERUS FRONT

I awoke very early that day, not even joining the staff table for breakfast, so I could be well-prepared for what lie ahead.

Fortunately, either a house elf took pity on me or someone had noticed I was missing for a tray was left in my room. There were eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, tea, and an assortment of pastries. Also, a bouquet of daisies and heather, a copy of "Hogwarts, A History," and The Daily Prophet. It was then I noticed a piece of parchment. It was a note from Albus Dumbledore.

Enjoy your first week

A.P.W.B.D.

I picked on a little of everything and dressed quickly. Nothing fancy because I would be with Pomona in the greenhouses after working with Snape in the dungeons. Today, no team-teaching classes were scheduled for me with the current Arithmancy professor. I stuck to an old violet dress that I had. Long-sleeved, white lace collar, and very plain. To look more serious, I had piled my long dark hair on my head.

I closed my door and left for the dungeons.

When I arrived, Snape was at his desk writing. He didn't look up as I entered, not even a terse "Good Morning, bane of my existance."

"There is a list of chores that need to be tended to on your desk, Vector, " he said slowly.

I looked around the room. My "desk" was a small antique secretary at the very back of his office. Oh, a desk! I guess I was coming up in the world of potions. Who would've thought! And it's only my second day!(Exclaimed to myself, with as much sarcasm as I could muster that was worthy of Snapecasm.)

What a worthless wretch! I tried to control my temper. He wasn't going to get to me. I had decided this after much tossing, turning, and reflection the previous night.

" I see you have found your desk." He slowly rose from his desk and walked toward me." You may sit there in the corner of my office where you will find a bottle of disinfectant as well as cleaning solution for after your shift."

I said nothing and merely nodded. What was there to say? I racked my brains and had no answer for him.

"Ah, yes. We did not get a chance to exchange pleasantries yesterday. My name is Severus, however, you may not call me by my given name. Professor Snape should suffice, " he said silkily.

He dismissed me by pointing to the list, turning on his heel, and striding out of the office.

I guess he didn't even want to work in the same room as me.

Oh, well!

I worked very hard that day and was very efficient with my time. I finished earlier than I thought I would.

When I left my desk, I went to the classroom to find him.

Snape was sitting at his other desk in his classroom, deep in concentration, and scratching quickly with short strokes of his quill on a piece of parchment.

He looked up and met my eyes this time. "Diligent and earnest." I thought he also muttered "show off" under his breath in disgust - can't prove it, though.

"Have you met Miss Granger of Gryffindor? You two would get along smashingly." His mouth twisted to one side as he questioned me.

"Clearly, one insufferable know-it-all was not enough for the fates."

I was not sure if he was talking to himself or me.

He is deranged! Well, at least he noticed I was diligent and earnest.

"You may retire, Vector, and please do so urgently. That will be all."

I turned and headed for Professor Sprout and the greenhouses.

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Fine! I liked working with Professor Sprout and Neville Longbottom. It was nice to be outdoors after working in the dungeons. He, of course, did nothing to make the conditions down there a bit more bearable. I rather think he enjoys things the way they are. A creature of habit, perhaps? Well, a creature just the same.

It was only my first week and I had to survive. I was happy to work for Dumbledore and the other professors seemed nice. Although, I had had very limited contact with them. One of my main reasons for leaving Gringotts was that I wanted to work with children and was always told I had a natural instinct for teaching. Also, I love books and learning new things. He will not make me leave! I am not afraid of him! I'll figure something out! I hope. I must.

Come to think of it, I guess today was somewhat of an improvement. He didn't try to insult me that much. He was rather quiet. Well, we were both lost in our own work. I guess today could be considered better than yesterday - but not by much. I also have a tendency to be overly optimistic at times.

The sixth installment in which Professor Snape brings some disheartening rumors to the attention of Professor Vector.

A.K.A. Wednesday

CHAPTER 6 - PROFESSOR VECTOR AND THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES

When I awoke in the morning, the breakfast tray was there yet again. Pancakes, waffles, French toast, fruit, as well as coffee, tea, and pumpkin juice. Also enclosed, was another note from Dumbledore.

I hope all is well. You have reached mid-week.
Have a pleasant day.

A.P.W.B.D.

It then occurred to me that he might be concerned. What was he hearing from Snape? I had not made an appearance at the staff table mostly due to the condition I was in after standing over cauldrons, preparing potions ingredients, and working outdoors. Maybe the staff thought I was avoiding them? Well, I had thought about that and had been planning to make more of an effort. But, work came first for right now. It was only my first week. I will think about this later and explain at a later date to the staff. Right now it is off to the dungeons. I selected a black dress with matching black lace collar and cuffs. I also wore an antique pin of the muses that my uncle had given me.

I went to my desk and found my agenda for the day. I had a little free time later in the day. Only Potions with Snape was scheduled and I saw I was not requested for Herbology today. I proceeded to go right to work. I didn't want to be rude, however, I did not greet Snape because I didn't think he wanted me to say anything. My approach was that maybe it was best to leave him be.

3 hours later....

I was working at my desk fervently. I looked up at the office door for a moment and saw Snape looming there. I have no idea how long he had been standing there nor did he make the slighest sound when he entered.

He turned to me with disdain..

"Vector, there are a few incidentals that we have not yet covered."

"Tea cups, toiletries, and the lavatory are located in the faculty room, 2 floors up to the right."

I had already noticed the "OUT OF ORDER" sign sparkling on a door near his office.

House elves are too busy, my ---! Understaffed and downsizing! He was not to be believed!

I, of course, said nothing and continued to glance up at him, raising one delicate eyebrow.

"Yes, Professor Snape."

"Also, Vector, you may not borrow anything so do not ask."

(How did he know I was interested in some books? --- for later in the evening when I was alone.)

"I warn you I am quite an accomplished occlumens, very little gets past me without my knowing it," he informed me.

Hmmmm.... I thought. You are also quite an accomplished psychopath! - I'd love to scream. I'd feel better, I'm sure of it.

Did you know that? I wondered.

You do not have to try very hard at that talent either!

Actually, I was surprised that he offered any information about himself. This was a first. However, there were more surprises in store that I had not prepared myself for.

"Also, Vector, there seems to be a rumor circulating that you are a vampire?"

My jaw dropped in shock. Where in the bloody hell did that come from? Was it a rumor or was the blasted bat spreading this?

I blushed furiously red to the roots of my hair. It took a few seconds to recover my composure.

"No, I am NOT and where did you hear this?

"Well," said Snape nonchalantly. "You make very few appearances. I have seen them, you know. With your complexion and that get up, you should not be shocked.

I panicked but my anger was stronger. I like black clothes, but I just wore purple the other day. My closet is full of black, violet, blue, red, etc. Both my parents are fair-skinned....the nerve.

I wasn't flashy and I didn't have a preference for bright colors. But why was I explaining anything to him? However, I finally let loose on a verbal tirade...

"I am twenty-seven years old, Professor Snape, no longer a girl. I feel I am dressed professionally for school. Would sequins and feathers do the trick?"

It was out before I could hold my tongue. I blushed yet again and cursed him silently as I glared at him.

It had been a very personal attack in my estimation. I lashed at him with all of the sarcasm I could muster. Which, for me, was easy directed at him.

He looked a bit taken aback and then his eyes narrowed and he took me in with a glance.

Snape began quite calmly..."There are ways to check for falsehoods as I am sure you know. I have said nothing, merely curious. It is my duty to know for I am your mentor. I will not trouble you about it again. Just be aware of what I have said."

"One last thing and then you may go."

This was not to be endured! I did not want to hear anything else. Really, what was next? Axe murderer? Voldemort's top aide?!!

" In the morning, you will meet with me at 8:00 during breakfast in the Great Hall. Not 8:01, or I will see to it that in any of your future endeavors, prospective employers will receive a scathing letter of recommendation from me, personally."

I didn't answer and walked quickly from the room. The door slammed behind me.

Ironically, Flitwick was standing in the hallway. Today's events were rather curious. He looked at me nervously. In Snape's office, I would have loved to expose my fangs and draw my claws...(If I had them, of course, which I most certainly DO NOT!) Oh, Flitwick, not him, too. I really liked him.

Flitwick must have heard through the door. He flushed beet red and said nervously..

"Septima, join us at The Three Broomsticks at 8:00 on Friday evening." It is Friday after all, the end of your first week at Hogwarts."

"And it's, er, O.K., if you show after 8:00. Take your time. We will be there. I'll even hold a place for you."

I didn't know what to say so I shook my head and said, "Yes, er, that would be nice, er, thanks!"

I headed for my rooms before anyone could gather garlic and crosses.

Professor Vector's first week at Hogwarts is drawing to a close...

A.K.A. - Thursday

CHAPTER 7 - THANK MERLIN IT'S ALMOST FRIDAY!

I woke up this morning and looked around. The breakfast tray did not arrive this morning. Odd. Well, I had to meet Snape at the Great Hall for breakfast anyway. We were starting work a little earlier today. Actually, I had very little time to get ready because most of it was spent hunting through my trunks and wardrobe closet. I selected a pink dress in a shade of what I nauseatingly refer to as "pygmy puff." The dress was in my closet and I only wore it this morning so I wouldn't scare anyone to death until I had explained myself properly. Thanks to the complex I had developed after my conversation with Snape yesterday, and his revelation that some people believed me to be a vampire. I no longer knew what to expect from him on a day-to-day basis.

Today, I would be prepping for Potions before Snape's classes started and working with Hagrid for the first time. On the way back to my rooms yesterday Hagrid had approached me. Thankfully, he did not seem to be checking to see if I had a mouthful of bloody fangs. He wielded a cage with some very, noisy creatures but not the garlic I had expected.

He had smiled warmly and shook my hand. He had shyly asked if I would be interested in helping with his Care of Magical Creatures classes. He was sweet and friendly and seemed more nervous than I was. (Probably, because he thinks I am a bloody vampire, no doubt.)

This was great because I loved creatures and found certain beasts fascinating.

"Well, tha's great. Not sure if yer' had too much on yer' plate, bein' new an' all," he had said.

I did want to make friends but my nerves were shot from dealing with Snape. I'd always been taught that if you appeared to be weak and didn't stand up for yourself, people like that had the tendency of becoming worse. Worse. I don't even know if that was possible now!

I was quite tough, but Snape threw me off. There was no reasoning with the bloody bat. So far, he'd been lucky. I was new. However, I would not be so quiet in the future.

I know I looked worn out and being upset and stressed might have worked against me and people's first impressions of me. Maybe people confused this with being unfriendly? But why would that make them draw the conclusion that I slept in a coffin and drank people's blood? Well, I would find out on Friday night.

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BREAKFAST - GREAT HALL

I walked into the Great Hall for breakfast with the staff and students. All eyes were on me as I entered and followed me to the table - presumably out of curiousity to see if my juice glass was blood red or not.

Dumbledore was the first to rise.

"I am so glad you can join us, Professor Vector. Would you care for some tea? How was breakfast this morning?"

"Well, sir, thank you so much, you are very kind, but I haven't eaten yet. Professor Snape wished for me to meet him here at 8:00 to get an early start."

"Oh, er, excellent," Dumbledore beamed. "Well, I see a place for you between Professor Sprout and Professor Snape. Tuck in."

As I walked across the long table to my seat, everyone wished me a good morning and inquired about my health. I gave one word answers and avoided people's eyes. The vampire thing and not knowing what people thought was getting to me. Now was not the time to talk. I would clear things up at The Three Broomsticks.

When I took my place at the staff table I could not believe the feast that lay before me. I ate silently and began to feel a bit more comfortable. Snape looked over at my pink dress and smirked. If I could slap that smirk off of Creeping Death's (I mean, Professor Snape's) face, I would. For now, the best thing to do was to just ignore him.

It seemed to be working for me. However, I might be mistaken. (I have been a little sensitive as of late) but I could have sworn I saw him snort into his pumpkin-infused tea.

At 9:00, we both rose and I walked behind him to the Dungeons.

It is the end of the first week of school at Hogwarts and the staff decides to celebrate at The Three Broomsticks.

A.K.A. - Friday night

CHAPTER 8 - SEVERUS SNAPE SUPPORT GROUP

(At The Three Broomsticks. 7:59 p.m.)

One minute early, almost eight on the dot. Even after hours, he had me trained. What was I his bloody stunt dog? Well, let's forget about Walking-Impending-Doom for a little while at least.

I arrived at The Three Broomsticks and removed my hood. The staff waved me over and I took a seat that Flitwick offered. I took off my cloak and put it on the back of my stool, for fear of people confusing me with my possible striking resemblance to the Dark Lord.

"Professor Vector, Good Evening. How are you?" said McGonagall. "We have much to discuss."

"Fine," I said, lying through my teeth.

Hagrid walked over. " "Lo, Septima. Can I get yer' anything?"

"Yes, please, a butterbeer." I reached into my pockets for some sickles and he waved his hand at me.

"Nah, yer' money ain' no good here. We all planned to buy yer' a roun'. It's yer' first week and it's on us." He bowed clumsily and several tables shook.

Hagrid had already bought several rounds for himself as well.

"Why," I blushed profusely and stammered out a "thank you."

Everyone was watching me very carefully, yet tried to pretend they were looking elsewhere.

"How was your first week?" said Sprout in an embarassed tone.

What do you think? - I felt like saying. You all know he is a maniac and that his personality is defective.

"O.K., I guess," I said cautiously.

"Well," said Professor Sprout. "You will be with me first thing on Monday morning. There are some new arrivals to the greenhouses, rare plants, and I think it would be lovely for you to see them. I already talked to Professor Dumbledore."

"Sure, wherever I can be of help," I said.

"Oh, thank you, Rosmerta," said Sprout. Rosmerta handed something to Flitwick.

"Someone has forgotten his umbrella for his drink."

"Ah, yellow today with red flowers."

"Er, sorry, as I was saying about Monday..."

"Definitely, Professor," I said. I also need to restock some potions ingredients."

"Oh, you are a colleague, Septima, no need to use formalities, only students. I must say you are so polite and your work is superb. You have a knack and a gentleness with my plants. I would love to steal you away from Snape for longer periods of time, but, well..."

"Now what were you saying? You only filled his stores two days ago!"

"Supposedly, Professor Snape's stockroom philosophy is that his stores should be neither too full and flowing out of the jars, for fear the ingredients may lose their potency or change consistency, nor to low, because of..."

And the professors all chimed in...

"...the subtle science and exact art of potion-making." People groaned miserably into their drinks.

Oh, they understand. I was feeling a little better for the first time this week.

"Septima, we invited you out tonight to welcome you and get to know you better. You started on a Monday and we all have been busy, so it's been difficult to really have a good chat with you and check to see how things were going,"said McGonagall. " It can not have been easy for you."

McGonagall continued...

"I taught him and have known him since he was eleven years old and now I work with him. He is a difficult, reserved man, but he is brilliant and we respect him. We are never sure if he likes anyone or , er, even himself for that matter. But he knows you have sense. I can only speak for myself but he has not complained nor has he complimented you. We all think you are immensely capable and that you are off to a good start. We are happy to have you. Very soon you will have your own classroom and students, and he will not trouble you any longer. With Severus Snape, that is good enough - trust an old woman."

"Also, Septima, pay no mind to what you have heard about vampires," said Flitwick.

Oh, no, here it was, it was coming...

"When we first arrived, we all received the same treatment....squib, vampire, inferi, the Dark Lord's third cousin.... It will pass, it is curiousity and human fancy. It takes time and the patience to bear such things with fortitude and grace, which, Septima, you have." Flitwick smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile warmly back.

'For Monday, Professor Sprout, he insinuated that if I did not stock his stores in the appropriate fashion he would throw out what was there and quite possibly, me too," I said nervously."He informed me that he would not tolerate any shoddy undertakings from me or anyone else for that matter."

"I shall have a word with him," said Professor Sprout. "After all, I am growing these items. Let us enjoy ourselves. You will not run into him here. Snape avoids The Three Broomsticks and what he calls our "dim-witted need to socialize" whenever he can. He says he has no desire to partake in such things."

Flitwick asked the other professors to raise their glasses in a toast. "To another wonderful year of learning at Hogwarts." (Silently, I also toasted to my temporary respite from the previously mentioned Potions Master.)

"Cheers!" - everyone cried in unison.

I smiled and honestly did feel better. However, when all was said and done, it would not be that easy.

Maybe I should ask Rosmerta if she needed an extra barmaid?

Some time has passed since we last left Professor Vector to the mercy (none) and machinations of Professor Snape.

During the past few months, Professor Vector has started team-teaching Arithmancy classes and has become a well-liked and respected member of the Hogwarts teaching staff.(However, it really depends on who you ask.)

If one were to ask Professor Severus Snape, she is an unbearable nuisance and unendurably exasperating. Her nonsense knows no bounds which irks him to no end and...I think that is quite enough.

By all accounts, Professor Dumbledore apparently adores her, the students seem to like her, and she has regained her confidence and some semblance of her former state of well-being.

Why spoil things? Do not blame me! This is due to Gilderoy Lockhart's extremely bad sense of timing and some would say tact.

It seems that Septima and Snape have grown to loathe each other. Is there a reason for this? Maybe there is. Maybe not at all.

CHAPTER 9 - ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GILDEROY

Hogwarts - Great Hall - Lunch Time

Professor Dumbledore addressed the staff during lunch in the Great Hall today.

"Ah, I have been expecting them, excellent timing," said Dumbledore grinning.

Several owls belonging to the staff swooped down over the staff table and dropped purple envelopes with silvery writing on them. They were addressed to the staff members individually and there was no doubt in anyone's mind as to who they came from. Stamps winked at them with very toothy grins. They were from Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Before we open our invitations I must brief you all on the upcoming event," exclaimed Dumbledore.

"Professor Lockhart, once an esteemed member of our staff, has planned a gala homecoming at Hogwarts celebrating his full recovery and his discharge from St. Mungo's. He naturally broached the subject to me and feels that he would like to give back to the wizarding community, his former co-workers, and the students of Hogwarts. Desiring to share his good fortune with us, I , er , thought it rather rude to decline, although we are extremely busy this school year. Gilderoy claims that he has spared no expense in planning this lavish ball. I believe the students will - what is the muggle expression - ah, yes, blow off steam - since this is right before the holiday season. I am expecting all of my staff to attend and to support my decision."

No one could refuse Dumbledore. His positivity and optimism in any circumstance was infectious. Afterall, the staff who knew Gilderoy said he was annoying, but harmless. My mother was in love with him, but I just didn't see the appeal. He just didn't bubble my cauldron over.

When we opened the envelopes, a lilac invitation popped out of each, along with the deafening noise of out of tune horns and trumpets. This was followed by glitter, rose petals, and some obnoxious, flowery scent that also seemed to be magicked within the envelopes.

Didn't I hear someone say that he recently dated Celestina Warbeck?

Need to check that one out.

The invitation read:


GILDEROY LOCKHART'S
SEASONAL SOIREE


Please join me for a night of frolicking and frivolity.
hosted by me.
Toast, dinner, and ball to follow.

Followed by...

Place settings designed by - G.L.
Flower arrangements by - G.L.
Invitation design by - G.L.

Sponsored in partnership by Gilderoy Lockhart and Witch Weekly Magazine.

I stopped reading and put the invitation back into the envelope. Dumbledore spoke again.

"We can all respond to the invitations in person considering Gilderoy will be arriving shortly."

We all looked up as owls swarmed into the Great Hall and dropped uniform invitations that fluttered down to the recepients at the House Tables reserved for the students.

As I glaced over at them, several of the younger students were looking up in surprise, ripping at their envelopes, chatting excitedly with friends, or waiting rather impatiently for their owl to deliver their own invite.

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Meanwhile over at the Gryffindor table...

Fred and George Weasley were attempting to keep their toast down.

"I swear I don't have one puking pastille on me, it's not that," said Fred." I thought we'd seen the last of him. Bloke didn't even last a year."

"He tried to erase our memories. "Giving back? Dumbledore is barking mad. Who would let that nutter back in?" said Ron.

"He is self-serving, but maybe he has seen the error of his ways," Hermione contemplated.

"Not likely," said Harry.

"Maybe I can owl a letter to Dumbledore saying I have three weeks to live? - that should get me out of it. My family and best mates - I will need you by my bedside. That covers the rest of you." Fred covered his forehead with his hand, knocked over his pumpkin juice for effect, and began to cough violently.

"The bloody git," said George. "Let's forward Lockhart's address to You-know-who."

"George," said Fred putting a hand on his shoulder. "As your doting twin, If you pull it off, I would shower you with brotherly affection forever or you are at least covered for ten Christmas'."

Hermione cut in."That's not funny. Don't mention "him." " Of course we will have to go to support Dumbledore and it is a school function. We have been through worse."

Ron rolled his eyes."Not by much." Harry laughed at him.

"Oh dear," said Hermione.

"Well, I guess we'll go," said George.

"George, we came into this world together and we'll have to leave it together," said Fred.

Plans for Lockhart's ball are well underway. All seems to be well - just not many people seem to be taking it too well.:D Since Lockhart makes another appearance, I need to use the icon.

CHAPTER 10 - TO THE VECTOR, THE SPOILS

Gilderoy Lockhart had entered the Great Hall, stopped in the dead center of the room and waved to the crowd for about five minutes. He also saluted the crowd, punched the air a few times, blew kisses, and clasped both hands before bowing several times in all directions.

While Gilderoy was busy addressing the students, the staff turned away gratefully to face Dumbledore yet again.

"I have one other announcement to make. It is quite the formal affair. The staff members will escort their usual partners for the procession and dancing. I, of course, will lead the head of the line with Professor McGonagall and the order will continue by seniority. I was also hoping that Professor Snape may be available to escort Professor Vector for her first formal function as a Hogwarts staff member."

I almost choked on my own toast! This was not possible! Must I be around his dispicable presence after working hours as well?

Snape glowered. "Headmaster, it just so happens that I have a rather pressing engagement. The date coincides with a prior commitment that I must fulfill."

Pressing engagement! Was there a vampire convention coming to Scotland?

Did he need to stay in his quarters on a Saturday and read "1001 Fungi" for the 80th time?

I glowered back at him. "I am sure Professor Vector will understand," he raised an eyebrow and gave me a cool look.

Dumbledore was pensive for a moment and then said," Ah, of course, Severus."

Before Snape could respond Lockhart approached the staff table.

"My very dear friends and colleagues, I see you have received your invitations and I am sure the Headmaster has filled you in?"

"Good Evening, Professor Lockhart," said Dumbledore, who smiled pleasantly. "Everything seems to be working out quite nicely. However, our newest staff member, Professor Vector, will require an escort. It seems Professor Snape is unable to attend, regretably so."

Lockhart turned to face me, took my hand, and brushed it with his lips.

"Well, and they say chivalry is dead," he looked me in the eye with his forget-me-not blue eyes and flashed his toothy smile. The dandy. I had to smile back. Stifling a laugh, I allowed him to go on and said nothing.

"My dear lady," he took my other hand and knelt down. He rose again, made a great show of twirling his hands and bowed.

"Would you do me the honor of escorting me?"

"Oh, Gilderoy, we thought you might already have a date?' - McGonagall was trying to save me from the dire situation I now found myself in.

Gilderoy or Snape? I really didn't know who was a worse prospect.

"Fortunately for Miss Vector, I have been extremely busy and have not secured a date as of yet," said Lockhart.

"I do hate to disappoint my legions of fans, my fan club had asked whether they could sponsor a contest in which a lucky fan could accompany me, but now that my eyes have gazed upon the enchanting Miss Vector, I wouldn't dream of refusing this striking creature." He smiled, flashing his dazzling, yet blinding, white teeth.

Snape looked about to burst. He couldn't stand Lockhart when they had worked together and it seems as though nothing had changed. In a way, I couldn't blame him. I was surprised that Lockhart's puffed up head was still going strong as well.

"Ah, Professor Snape. Terribly sorry you will miss the festivities, my good man."

"On the contrary, Lockhart, It just so happens that I suddenly remembered I may be available on the evening of the 23rd," Snape's voice dripped venom.

"Due to the fact that I am the Potions Master, might I presume that it is my duty to escort Professor Vector? After all, she is my assistant in the Potions department."

Was he insane? I had asked myself this question more times than I could count. "Department" - it was only him! Since when did that constitute a department? Was this his idea of a promotion? He was not to be believed!

"Well, my friend, it is a pity that I have already agreed to take her. Professor Snape, if I am not sorely mistaken, you usually go stag. Ever the eternal bachelor," Lockhart snorted.

"It works for you, old chap." Gilderoy chuckled and clapped Snape on the shoulder.

As Lockhart let go of Snape, Snape's face looked as though he had encountered a dementor. He stared at his shoulder as Lockart removed his hand. Then his expression suddenly changed; it looked murderous.

"Well, that's settled then!" said Lockhart joyfully.

It was 1:00 and everyone realized that they had to return to their classes.

I wondered who exactly had benefited from this arrangement because it certainly was not me.

Several weeks have passed and Lockhart's:D ball is drawing near. Wonder what Professor Vector has been up to...


CHAPTER 11 - NO SHRINKING VIOLET

Things were certainly looking up. My first few months at Hogwarts had flown by. I was now spending more time in Arithmancy and was given my own classes with the first and second years. Also, the other members of the staff were requesting me more often so that my time spent in Potions had been severely cut down. They assured Professor Dumbledore that they needed assistance at the most opportune times. I could hug and kiss the lot of them. Let's not forget about my demented mentor. Dumbledore always made sure that I got a few hours in with Snape every week because he was,in fact, my mentor. Well, it was an improvement anyway.

Snape was still the same, but I was better at tuning him out now; probably because I felt better about myself and my situation. However, things seemed to go downhill after Lockhart informed us about the ball. Understandably so. Snape loathed Lockhart and Lockhart, well, he loved himself.

At every encounter, though they decreased in number, Snape always argued with me. However, I would no longer endure his cheek. I had established myself as a reputable member of the Hogwarts staff, and if irritated, as I always was in his presence, I would now act accordingly, if not professionally as he still continued to remind me.

I was turning the corner after leaving the library one day, when I heard Snape ask Hagrid.

"Have you seen, Vector? She was not scheduled for Potions today and I need to have a word with her."

If he had only turned his eye for a second, he would have caught a glimpse of fleeting purple as I nearly jumped out of my skin and backed up behind the corner.

I paused for a second and peeped my head out slowly so as not to give away my whereabouts and thanked Merlin for the extra second that had clearly saved my hide.

I grabbed my violet skirts so they wouldn't rustle and give away yet again my sactuary.

Where could I run and hide? Why did apparating have to be banned? How did Potter come across that rumored invisibility cloak? I turned in every direction planning a suitable escape route.

However, I stopped in my tracks when I heard Hagrid answer Snape.

"She was in the Library, professor, talkin' about books with the Gray Lady. They're mates!"

"Really," said Snape raising an eyebrow.

"This does not surprise me, two wallflowers," said Snape coldly.

It was then that I felt a chill go through me. The Grey Lady floated through me and passed down the hallway where Snape and Hagrid were. She floated past with a book in her hand and her eyes downcast. I attempted to peep out from my hiding place again.

Hagrid waited until she passed."Ah, Severus, she's a nice one. Quiet, book learner, mostly keeps to herself."

"I have nothing against the Gray Lady but her choice of company," Snape said silkily.

(Snape thought to himself - She is not a flake like Porpington. And the Friar, well....)

Hagrid had no response. He shrugged and walked towards the front doorway.

I heard Snape's quickening footsteps nearing the library. There was no avoiding him. I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and stepped out of the corner and right in front of him.

He stopped short and scowled at me.

"Professor Snape, why are you looking at me like that? Is something the matter." - I looked down at my dress. I was still paranoid by his constant references to my pathetic get-ups.

"Do you really require that I answer that?" he snapped.

Snape went on. "I need to have a word with you, Vector."

The arrogant bat. "Well, I do not wish to exchange any biting words with you. Take them to bloody hell with you." I got ready to storm off.

"I can only venture to guess that I will see you and Fluffy - the blasted dog!" Snape's face twisted with rage. I had heard the rumors about the bites he sustained a few years ago.

I calmed down because I thought it was funny. The first time I thought anything coming out of that black hole with an acid tongue was amusing.

"We should try to be civil, we have to work together, you know," I stated
as if he wasn't already aware of this.

Snape seemed to ignore my statement alltogether.

"Lockhart can not be truly escorting you to that ball. Obviously, when he regained his memory, his taste was not accounted for," Snape said silkily.

"Snape, it is for one night, it is professional, not that that is any of your concern, and it is not with you," I snapped.

"Vector, I will ignore that last comment. Ah, a flair for the dramatic. Carousing with that fool Lockhart a bit too often, perhaps?"

"I offered to help with the decorations. I saw those ghastly invitations and I have heard the teachers recall the Valentine's Day he was last here."

Snape grimaced. He seemed to remember it vividly as well.

"McGonagall says she rarely likes to discuss it and Sprout is still squeamish. And poor Flitwick, he has an easier time saying You-Know-W..."

"Stop there, you calamitous witch. You have made yourself quite clear," Snape raised a hand as though to halt my words and looked pale. Paler than usual if that was possible.

"Really. Maybe I haven't, you overgrown prefect! Where is your badge with a "P" for pain in the......"

"Vector, I will overlook that one also. Lower your voice there are students passing. However, consorting with an excuse for a proper wizard. Slumming with Lockart, who has yet to prove he has ever cast a spell with a wand..."

Well, he did have a point there but I was still livid.

"Remember yourself is all I would advise, " Snape said smoothly.

"I do not need your MENTORING advice in this matter. This is business, a party for the students, and I am also no wallflower I assure you," I retorted.

I had another retort at the ready but decided against it.

I was getting rather good at this. Which also made me feel slightly ashamed. However, it seemed to be only when in his company.

I turned around and stalked off in the opposite direction.

Not sure where I was headed, but it felt good. Then, I caught my reflection in a mirror and I thought I sneered. I got scared.

I would be making every attempt to avoid him even further in the future.

Staff and students were very busy at Hogwarts. Schedules were full and Lockhart's ball was approaching. Between teaching classes, apprenticing, and working on Lockhart's decorating committee, Professor Vector hardly had any time left to herself. Vector sure has a lot on her plate. Maybe more than she realizes.....:cool: / :D

CHAPTER 12 - A CONFLICT OF INTERESTS

Last week, I noticed that I had been scheduled to work with Snape 5 more hours than the previous week. I thought nothing of it until it was brought to my attention that this week I would be working with him for an additional 8. Considering that he would rather avada kedavra himself than lift a finger to help out with the ball preparations, it made no sense.

Severus Snape, former death eater (or so I was told), Potions Master, Order of the Phoenix member ( we will get to that later), double agent, git, bane of my existance....first he wreaks havoc on my career and now my after school activities.

Every so often, outside of Potions, he would cross my path (Actually, seven years of bad luck was preferable to a single minute in his presence). If I was not scheduled to work with him and sought a different destination, I would take the longest path. My goal was to not be in any place where I could run into him. Anywhere in the vacinity that had the potential of him being there was snubbed. My better judgement (though he said I possessed none) said AVOID AT ALL COSTS.

Even if I was a few minutes late to every class I taught or assisted, no one ever said a word. I liked to think it was a conspiracy for a group effort silent understanding. Everyone knew what was at stake and had come to terms with it - namely my sanity.

One day, I was on my way to Flitwick's classroom ( we were working on summoning charms with 4th years) when he met me at the door.

"Oh, Septima, how are you today," said Flitwick.

"Very well, thank you," I had replied.

"I have only just heard that you will not be working with me today, Septima. You will be returning to Professor Snape this afternoon instead. He told Professor Dumbledore that you had left some work lying around and had failed ( Flitwick left out the term "miserably") to complete it in a timely fashion and that it was left in an unprofessional manner ("unprofessional" and "Septima" used in a sentence together by Snape count: 115 times)."

"Snape told Dumbledore that he simply could not stop what he had planned to finish it for you because it was disruptive to his schedule, which, by the way, was extremely unprofessional (116) of you," said Flitwick.

Not that he would. (I ruminated to myself)

I stopped and quickly went over the morning's agenda in my head. Mind you, this afternoon wa outside of the initial 8 extra hours previously mentioned. Snape over-time that I had not asked for and had no interest in pursuing.

"Well, I will see you tomorrow, Professor Flitwick, --- sorry, for any inconvenience this might have caused you." ( Now, that statement seemed VERY professional to me.)

"Not at all." Good Bye, Septima," said Flitwick.

I raged and headed for the dungeons.

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I entered Death's Doorstep ( I mean, Snape's office) without addressing him first and checked the list on my desk. (That I had left very neat and orderly and had disinfected.)

I noticed that all was done just as he had asked. It was then that I realized that for some unknown reason, (most likely torturing me - because this has already been confirmed), he had made extra work for me to do ON PURPOSE!

I stomped abruptly back towards where he sat at his desk and glared at him menacingly. I also think I sneered. I shot daggars at him with my eyes.

Then commenced my verbal tirade. I was absolutely beside myself...

"Professor Snape, I chopped all of the roots for you and put them in your stores exactly as you instructed. It was done when I left this morning for lunch and you mentioned NOTHING to me in the Great Hall. NOW you will have me do it again."

"PROFESSOR, are you telling me they appeared out of nowhere?"

"That the roots, inanimate objects, just APPARATED!

"Please, answer me! I repeat, are you going to tell me they appeared out of nowhere?"

I waited for a response and expected something to this effect...."Well, Vector, I have already told you but I will repeat, because I know you are dense and dim-witted, that if you had bothered to read "Hogwarts, A History," especially because you were given a copy, you would know there is no app...

However, this is NOT what happened.

Snape continued to work diligently at his desk and had not even bothered to look up at me.

"Yes," he said icily. He had still not managed to look up at me.

(crickets chirping)

When he finally did meet my eyes, this is what he said...

"Yes. That is correct. I AM telling you that they just appeared. Out of nowhere. In broad daylight. Have I made myself clear, Vector," Snape inquired. He spoke to me as if I only understood mermish and had no working understanding of the English language.

Fine! I thought. As far as seniority was concerned, I was still fairly new. It was his word against mine, and quite frankly he used too many of them and all the inappropriate ones at that.

I went right to work and never spoke another word to him; neither did he.

He continued to grade his papers in silence.

I was tempted to hurl a root at the back of his head when he finally rose to stir a cauldron, but I kept my anger in check.

Just thought you might like to know.

Then I started to daydream as I worked. I was working in the greenhouses with Professor Sprout. My eyes shining, a wide smile on my face, birds chirping, bowtruckles attempting to poke people in the eye and stalking back off into the forest...

Wait, where was I? Let's continue...

In my dream, I return to Professor Snape's office (no, it has not changed to a nightmare, let me finish.) and I, er, "accidentally" leave Devil's Snare on his desk...

Wretched dog.

Even in my dream, of course, I do this only after I scourgified his cauldrons to perfection...

If only I could make my dreams come true! I was that angry.

I would never hurt a fly, but working with Snape was enough to make you wonder.

It is the day before the ball. Gilderoy Lockhart returns and Professor Snape is still not helping matters much.:cool: / :D

CHAPTER 13 ( unlucky for Vector, as well) LITERARY LICENSE


The ball is tomorrow, so classes ended early today. I was very excited because I had not been to one in years. The air was electric; music, dancing, time for all of us to let our hair down. ( Some of us wish that Snape would maybe consider putting it back in a ponytail, slicking it back...
( er, like Draco), cutting, hey, that's an option, once in awhile.)

I awoke early and since many guests from far and wide were arriving today, I wanted to look my best. I put on a new black dress with white collar and cuffs and prepared to leave my rooms. Flitwick and I headed the decorating committee and Lockhart was coming to check in on things and deliver a few surprises of his own.

Considering I was Snape's stunt dog, I was surprised he let me off for a few hours (probably due to Dumbledore's influence). However, he was not pleased. Severus Snape was no fan of Gilderoy Lockhart.

When I got to the hall; everything had changed. Every single one of the committee's enchantments were gone. All of that hard work for nothing! Our tasteful white and gold had turned to powder blue and a garish flamingo pink. Bubble charms were instituted as well as confetti, feathers, smoke, pink lighting....For anyone familiar with Lockhart there was no need to provide further explanations.

Flitwick and I said nothing. It was Lockhart's ball and he was financing it. Oh, no! I also forgot that he was, unfortunately, my date.

"Ah, there you are! Working, toiling tirelessly, like little busy doxies," boomed Gilderoy.

"A word about some favors if you will. All of the guests are receiving a copy of my latest book and an autographed photo of me. The faculty are receiving said favors, as well as swag bags with the following items:

-hair pomade
-one year free subscription to WITCH WEEKLY
-20 galleon gift certificate to MADAME MALKINS
-1 pink feathered quill
-1 roll of purple parchment with Gilderoy's image
-an honorary Gilderoy Lockhart fan club pin

Snape will avada himself. I fought back a laugh and merely offered a small smile. Flitwick, almost reading my mind, covered his face with his hand.

Lockhart continued....

"Nasty cough there, professor, you look a bit peaky...No matter. Poor Professor Flitwick...working himself to the very bone on my account...but I think my team can take care of the rest."

Flitwick got away as fast as he could and I was preparing to do the same but Lockhart cut in...

"Ah, but first, my veritable vixen...I must ask my lovely consort a favor."

"I have extra favors for the students. Glass tubes with my picture in them, of course. They are enchanted to move and talk much like myself. I would like to fill them with my newest line of hair care products in which the color will change to the desired hue of the wearer. However, the prat, I mean, gentleman, who worked on this has experienced a few glitches," said Lockhart.

"Could you ask our delectable Potions Master, here's a vial, to troubleshoot and tell me where we went wrong? I wouldn't dream of bothering him (a little too late for that, I thought, if he only knew...) then I can make the necessary corrections."

"Gilderoy, he is very busy today. I am not so sure..." I said half-heartedly.

I didn't want to say "no" because he detests and despises you with every fiber of his being.

"Never hurts to ask," Lockhart grinned. "Run along now. Time is of the essence." He then proceeded to give me a little push out the door.

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I went down to the dungeons and Snape was not working for once. He was sitting in a straight-backed green armchair and reading. His hair in his face (lucky me) and lost in thought. His face was impassive and his left leg was crossed over his knee.

I knocked before entering ( I am a well-trained stunt dog, after all) and said, "May I come in? It's me, Septima."

"Ah, the resident lady of discord. How is Charybdis?" Snape said calmly.

"I see you are reading, Professor Snape." I guess the Gray Lady and myself are not the only wallflowers," I returned the greeting sweetly.

"Of course, Vector, one is partial to their own house ghost," said Snape smoothly.

"Well, I have never met the Bloody Baron."

"Lucky fellow, " said Snape softly.

"How is the Grim Reaper, he is your mate, right?" I countered.

Snape didn't answer but carefully looked me over.

"Oh, that explains the vapid expression. Has someone died?" He asked with an expression of feigned innocence.

"Charmed, as always," I retorted. "I need to ask a favor of you for someone else."

"Out with it, Vector. What is it? You can plainly see I am busy and have better ways to spend my time."

For a fleeting (very fleeting) moment, I felt sorry for him. How can you live if you truly never seem to take joy in anything?

Was he just an aloof intellectual or maybe just misunderstood?

Well, there was no misunderstanding his snarky attitude at times. I heard it loud and clear...

"Anyway, Lockhart would like you to examine this vial for...( I cringed and could not meet his eyes).

"...hair potion. He thought the students would like it."

"Certainly not....and a very brazen request on your part, I might add."

"Severus, Dumbledore did say, in the nicest of ways, that we would all have to put up with him for one night."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I, however, do not. I will make a brief appearance and then my excuses, " snapped Snape. "Merlin, has he reeled you in easily enough, though!"

"Lockhart? Reel me in? How dare you! I would also ask another favor. I 'd ask you to throw yourself into the veil, but your nose may get caught on the curtains when you dive headfirst," I spat.

"You erratic harpy. Do you really think I would waste my time on that doddering fool?" questioned Snape - his eyes narrowing.

"Fine, Snape. I will examine the vial myself in another classroom. I figured I could do it myself but you ARE the Potions Master."

"Ah, yes," said Snape smoothly. "If you must. One more thing, that get-up. Thanksgiving has passed in the Americas or have you been SO preoccupied with Lockhart that you appear to have forgotten your red letter."

I stormed out and was so angry I didn't trust myself to retort.

Why did the snarky basketcase have to be well-read?

Talk about Lockhart, why was he always so interested in my choice of outfits?

The day of the ball has arrived! Everything seems to be running smoothly and off to a good start. Enjoy! It will not last for very long.:cool: / :D

CHAPTER 14 - TAKING LIBERTIES

Well, it is the morning of the ball and there is still much to be done. I woke up and dressed hurriedly because there was one more thing to be done before I could return to my rooms to get ready for this evening. Lockhart was picking me up at my door at 7:00 p.m. sharp.

Yesterday, after I stamped out of the dungeons, I realized that the other classrooms did not have the proper equipment in which to analyze the vial. I went upstairs to tell Gilderoy that it could not be done tonight but I would do it first thing in the morning. I would work in the dungeons and supervise the matter myself. He told me he had sent out another vial to a friend of his that was also attending to the matter, but that I should have a go at it in case his friend fell through. Who knew he had any friends?

So here I was. Back to the morning of the ball. I had thrown on a dark, red dress and put my hair up in a ponytail. As I made my way to the dungeons, I noticed Snape was waiting at the door of his office. Hopefully, not for me. But I had never seen him leaning casually against the door before. I had finished all of my work. What could it be? I saw the look on his face and suddenly knew it was about me.

"Good morning, Vector." I eyed him strangely, very wearily. I had never heard "good morning" and "Vector" ever directed at me.

"Oh, I see you have the vial on your person. I will take that." Snape grabbed the vial out of my hand before I had any clue as to what had happened.

"And just what is it that you think you are doing" I asked.

"I have decided that I am the Potions Master at Hogwart's and it is my job after all. Dumbledore has entrusted the position to me, so I gather I should have a look at the vial's contents."

(And I gather, you took into account what I said yesterday. But you would never admit it, though, would you. - I thought to myself.)

I gave a sarcastic laugh. "Right, Snape, give it back. Merlin knows what you will put in it."

I just had a bad feeling. He had changed his tune so suddenly, he had to be up to something. I had to think of a way to outsmart him.

"You crazed banshee. Lower your voice and stop your antics."

After several rather shrill yells of "Give it back, now, Snape" in rapid succession, I had changed battle tactics.

He was much taller than me even while wearing my heeled-boots. He was a little over 6 feet tall. I was squatting and jumping while trying to stretch my arms as high as I could mid-jump to try and reach the vial. Snape was lifting his arm high in the air high above my head, the vial clasped in his hand, and well out of my reach. He wore a very amused lop-sided, but snide smile on his face.

"Give it back, Snape," I yelled in a fury. "I mean it...or else....I will....."

Snape's rich black eyes glittered nastily and he continued to stare at me instead of the vial. One arm still reaching the sky with a hand that held the vial, and one hand on the knee of the bent leg that had a foot resting on one of the steps that led to the entrance of the dungeons.

He said very slowly. "Or you will do what?" He TIFFED at me and both eyebrows raised in mock innocence.

"Temper, Professor Vector...setting a bad example. "However, you have piqued my interest."

"Go on, Vector. I am curious to hear....and do stop jumping, you will never reach it."

"Are you sure?, no goblin....perhaps, elf blood.....?"

I smiled my most wicked yet charming smile as the thought hit me. He would never expect it of me.

He looked at me quizzically and a little frightened I suppose. Not understanding why I was smiling so sweetly at him.

I stopped jumping. I caught my breath for a few seconds until he lowered his arm a little watching cautiously to see what I would do.

Not cautious, enough, I'm afraid. I lunged at him with my fingers and tickled his side and underarm.

Yes, I grabbed Snape's armpit, but only for a second.

He was completely taken aback, his eyes wide, he never expected I would have the utter nerve to do it. He did not react well.

The fingers of the hand that held the vial loosened by reflex, I grabbed the vial, pulled up my skirts, and ran like bloody murder. My black boots clacking all the way up the staircase. I just had to make it to the Great Hall and I would explain everything to Dumbledore and Lockhart. If I made it there alive...

I wouldn't turn around so as not to lose time and to maintain the great distance between us and the lead I had over him.

My hair had burst from my band and I could feel it streaming behind me, unfortunately, a great deal of it covered my face as well.

I could hear him and I couldn't warn the students to cover their ears. Not only was he running after me but the expletives he shouted chased my ears as well.

And I would've made it if it weren't for Colin and Dennis Creevey.

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I slowed down to a stop so I didn't kill two students by accident not even a year into my new job.

"Professor Vector, my brother Dennis isn't feeling very well. He ate some candy thinking it was from Honeydukes but if was from Zonko's joke shop. He threw up all over the boys' bathroom.

I turned from them for a second and I saw Snape out of the corner of my eye. He was huffing and puffing and gripping his side. I turned my back quickly from the Creevey brothers and stuck the vial down the front of my bodice. It was too easy. He would never get the vial now. In my head, I began to cackle evily and even smiled in sympathy to the Creeveys.

Snape was slowing to a walk and approached the three of us.

He had recovered nicely. Much to my disappointment and dismay.

"What seems to be the trouble?" He ignored me and listened to their account of what just happened. Stone-faced he allowed them to finish before he responded darkly.

"Take him to Madame Pomfrey, NOW!" he thundered. The two brothers speed-walked as quick as their little short legs could carry them. Now not only had Dennis thrown up but they would now both have permanent psychological damage.

Snape twirled to face me.

"You think you are clever. Clearly, not clever enough. Do not put anything past me, Vector. You do not know me nearly as well as you think," said Snape softly. (which was scarier than if he screamed at me which he just did to the two Creevey brothers who I guess I will be visiting and sending flowers to at St. Mungo's later in the week.)

"I suggest that you hand me that vial. Or I will retrieve it myself if I have to." said Snape in a threatening tone.

"You wouldn't dare." I taunted but held my ground.

"Oh, no?" Snape raised an eye brow in disbelief. "You don't think so? You are quite sure of it now?" Snape asked smoothly.

Full of daring and bravado ( and at this point in the story affirming his claim that I utilize only half of my brain) I stated,"You do not know where I put it Snape. You weren't in the corridor yet."

Snape sighed and went on."Well, either you experienced a quick growth on your person which by the looks of it is neither normal nor attractive, or at nearly 30 you have not discovered you are a metamorphagi which would confirm you do have limited intelligence, or I am inclined to believe that it is something else."

"Merlin, no!" After an intake of breath and as the shock of realization hit me, I looked down and saw that the vial was protruding from my shirt near my arm. I had no idea. The Creeveys didn't say anything or maybe they hadn't noticed.

"Turn around, Vector. I won't look," said Snape. I had no choice but to hand it back to him. He could hex me on the very spot where we both stood. However, I wasn't through with the rogue and his impertinence yet.

After I handed him the vial, Snape went on, "....you silly girl.....you truly are revolting....and .."

Two other students had bumped into him while running in the hallway. (It's a shame. Just 5 minutes ago we were doing the same thing.)

"Sixty points from Ravenclaw and out of my sight before I double it," Snape's voice boomed after them.

I turned to him and wondered, "How can you get so angry and talk to them like that? I would never. Did you ever stop and think...what if they were our own children?"

Snape turned his head from where it followed the students slowly back to face me.

"Professor Vector," he said very slowly. "I dearly hope you are not insinuating that in the future we will marry and share mutual offspring?" Snape raised a dubious eyebrow and peered coldly at me. "Tell me it isn't so."

I broke the stare after a few seconds. I was mortified.

I blushed scarlet and could feel my eyes blazing at him. Then I lost it.

"You are exasperating. You are not to be believed. If I have to endure you another minute..."

"No, I am not insinuating anything. Why would you want children? Take into consideration that for all of your 36 years you still are one!"

I was livid and I stepped on his foot by accident. He dropped the vial and I picked it up and made it to the door of the Great Hall.

"Septima," Snape called from behind. "Give me the vial, you will only make a fool of yourself."

"No," I said. I looked around and needed to stall - no one was in the Great Hall.

I went quickly over to a wall draped with blue hangings. What a mess! There was something sticky under my feet as well. I moved out of the way.

"Give me the vial."

"NO!"

Snape approached me where I stood. He went to grab the vial from me and I went to grab him for support. He moved away from me and he tripped and fell backward over a box and onto the sticky substance on the floor.

When he looked up from the floor and I turned from where I stood, Lockhart was showing Dumbledore and the staff the progress in the Great Hall.

"What is that noise?" said Lockhart. As the staff stood with their mouths open.

The vial had broken. "Professor Snape," I looked down at him with a victorious smile, and whispered, "I think I will go and get ready for the party, make my excuses to Professor Lockhart."

I turned and left the Great Hall. Snape was livid.

60 points for Vector!

The party is just about to begin. It's in 3 parts due to length. It is going to be a very long evening for Professor Vector.

CHAPTER 15 - THE SEASONAL SOIREE - PART 1

The ball has finally arrived. There was a knock at my door and when I answered 2 house elves handed me a package.

"Thank you so much," I said. "I am so sorry it was last minute. Thanks again."

I brought the package into my bedroom and opened it on my bed. Contained within the package was my dress for the evening. It was a dark green velvet strapless ball gown, with a straight skirt that fell to the floor and flowed out in the back to a short train.

I had another dress planned for this evening but Snape, who was still angry with me after yesterday's episode, had insisted that if I took the ruinous action of attending on Lockhart's arm and discrediting his house (Slytherin), I could at least have the common (Not common referring to me in a negative light this time) decency and wear Slytherin colors. ( I am really starting to worry about his concern with my outfits)

He pointed out that it was most unfortunate, but due to the fact that he was still my mentor, though he pleaded with both Merlin and Dumbledore to end his plight, he was associated with me until his role ended. Snape also played the guilt card at the very least for another 5 feet on the parchment he had sent me 3 hours ago.

There was another knock on the door. I was very close to flooing into Dumbledore's office and asking about the protective charms he had around Hogwarts and if he could recommend something similar for the door to my rooms. At this rate, I would never be ready in time.

I hurried to the door mumbling to myself and opened it. A house elf handed me a smaller package and said, "For you, Miss. From Professor Snape." If I handed it back to the elf and something happened was I an accessory to murder if there was something in that package that shouldn't be? Well, I wouldn't do that. I would have to take my chances and accept the package.

Which I did. I smiled at the poor house elf and closed the door. The little guy walked away never knowing how close to death he was.

Should I owl my mum and dad, my brother and sister-in-law? Was my will in order. Who would I leave the few galleons I possessed to? ( as Snape had nastily hinted out to me) Well, there wasn't much to leave. So I just held my breath and got ready to duck and do a roll I once saw on an auror training manual over the bed and on the floor if an explosion occurred.

I prepared myself to open the package. I placed my hands on the silver and green ribbons ready to tug. (mental note: must check with other heads of house. Didn't realize that they had their own personal gift wrap)I then crinkled my eyes, bent down into the starting position of the auror roll, and then tugged firmly at the ribbons. I waited a few minutes, hoped I would not see Voldemort, Fluffy, or my Aunt Rita eventually beyond the veil, and opened my eyes when I realized that nothing happened. Unlike my first attempt at apparition many years ago, I was not quartered and still in one piece. With all of my appendages in one piece and my wits about me, I looked down at the box, removed the top and tissue paper and looked in.

It seemed that I had worried all for naught. What was I supposed to do when I worked with a completely deranged lunatic? I still gingerly put my hand in the box and removed 2 Slytherin rosettes. They were a set. One emerald green rose and one silver one. They were formal, they were charmed to tastefully sparkle, and they were lovely! They were also from Snape and I was still concerned about his obsession with my clothes. A note was also enclosed. Snape said that I could pin them to my dress (ok, this was now a really serious problem that he needed to look into) and that they had better be visible on my person because for the little time he would be at Lockhart's ridiculous utter waste of his evening, he would be sure to check that I was properly attired and representing his House in good taste ( Merlin, he really did have a problem.)I decided not to spite him and wear them. That or the blackguard would be sure to haunt me all night about the issue.

I looked at the clock and saw that Lockhart would be arriving at my door in about half an hour. I put the roses back in the box and hurried to get ready.

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Lockhart arrived dressed in periwinkle, pale pink, and lavender. If I had to describe his style I would say swashbuckling peacock. I was truly at a loss for words. I will say no more on the matter because I was shocked. I also knew that Snape was going to have a field day ridiculing my date, me, and pointing out the insurmountable distress I have caused to himself and the damage inflicted on the reputation of Slytherin House.

I believe I was dressed a little more tastefully, ( one would have to ask Snape - he seems to be the expert on this) however the roses were itchy and would not stay on the front of my gown. I looked in the mirror and decided I would pin them on one side of my hair. Then I wouldn't have to deal with the blasted things.

Lockhart barely noticed my last minute touches because he had been staring into a mirror on the opposite wall the entire time.

I cleared my throat very loudly. Once. Twice. And then he seemed to stir the third time and finally turned around to notice something else besides himself.

"Professor Vector, how lovely." He batted his eyelashes (shouldn't I be doing that?) and took my hand and kissed it. "I am surely the luckiest man at the ball tonight." ( He should ask Snape's opinion on that comment also.) "I brought some flowers for the first lady of the evening, the belle of my ball, the sultana of...." (Ok Lockhart, I got it) He removed a small box from his robes which I noticed had a receipt that said his assistant had ordered them and picked them up themself. Rich. Very romantic, not that I cared but still. At least throw it away. He opened the box and took out a corsage of pink roses. Pink. Who would have guessed? He then proceeded to slip the silver band over my wrist. I hoped to Merlin that was the last time I would have to make any physical contact with him the entire time. Also, the corsage was lovely but was in no way comparable to the bouquet, I mean, large and gaudy boutenniere he wore on his, I think, a jacket. Not sure.( Maybe Snape would know.)

Oh, well, off to the ball. Or so I thought. Lockhart was now looking back into the mirror and was so busy putting the last finishing touches on his own hair that we were late. He was the host so everyone would have to wait for us anyway.

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When Lockhart and I descended the stairs, he put my arm through his. ( so much for my plea to Merlin about physical contact) As we neared the bottom, the fixed smile he had on since he picked me up had widened to the toothy grin that was frequently plastered on his books and posters in Flourish and Blotts. He seemed thrilled to death and I was nauseated which, thankfully, soon passed.

When we reached the last step he shouted,"Good Evening, honored guests. Welcome to... my ball! The enchanting lady on my arm is Professor Septima Victoria Vector, an Arithmancy expert at Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry. She is of Welsh-English descent, the former on her mother's blood line, and a Langley on her father or latter side of the blood line. Before she began a short, but nonetheless, stellar career at Hogwarts, she was home-schooled in Wales, attended the Welsh Wizarding Academy and worked in a high level capacity at Gringotts Bank in the Curse Research and Development department. Her zodiac is Aquarius, eye color - dark blue, hair - brunette, some say black ( most likely from the strain of Scotch also on her mother's side), and comes from reputable stock as I was assured."

"Furthermore, she loves butterbeer, kneazles, charms - her very favorite subject, and jaunts to the Three Broomsticks ( but only in moderation)."

"My adoring lady, who has tugged at my heart strings and who I am completely enamored with, is attired in emerald with silver accents this evening to honor her affilitation with Slytherin House. My team and I also had a brief chat with her mentor this afternoon, the Head of Slytherin House, Professor Severus Snape."

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The next part will be up in a few minutes as I try to recover from dying of laughter and a few other ideas came to mind. Typing as I cackle maniacally. -Galleon

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My early death due to the shock I just sustained was eminent. I was startled into reality again when I saw that Lockhart stopped for a minute to jump on a table and peruse the crowd.

"And where is Professor Snape?... that rapscallion, mi amigo, my former compadre from our days when I coached the Hogwarts dueling club and he served as my faithful assistant. We would like to hear a few words from him about Professor Vector, the darling object of my affections."

After a few minutes of the crowd looking around from left to right, and Lockhart, still standing on the table, a hand shading his eyes as he perused the audience, I took a deep breath and thanked my lucky stars that Severus, much to Gilderoy's chagrin, was not present.

Lockhart who obviously could not comprehend why anyone would not be rushing at breakneck speed to get to his party finally gave up and addressed the crowd with a shrug and a boyish grin.

"Ah, a gentleman who is fashionably late." The crowd clapped and gave Lockhart knowing, accepting, oh-that's-ok-those-who-have-heard-of-him-completely-understand smiles. The Hogwarts staff that were near the door, however, were guiltily looking around the room and stifling guffaws.

I then noticed that one of Lockhart's team ran up and handed him a piece of parchment and whispered rapidly into his ear covering his hand over his mouth.

"Ladies and gentleman, no matter. Fortunately, I have this piece of parchment. In my very hands, is a written statement from Severus Snape about his mentoring experience with Professor Vector. He also sends his apologies because he says that he may be a little tardy this evening. While he was returning to Hogwarts after buying ingredients at an Apothecary in
Hogsmeade, he was attacked by a band of ghouls, hags, vampires, and what appeared to be the first sighting in Scotland of a yeti. He was alone and had to fight them off single-handedly barely escaping with his life intact and miraculously every single ingredient he purchased in Hogsmeade village. He apologizes and hopes it has not caused any inconvenience.
However, he has enclosed a piece of parchment signed by him and authenticated with the Slytherin House seal. He has given his permission and consent for me to read his statement aloud in front of the guests of the ball and the media present."

"Let us all have a rousing round of applause for my dear friend and your dear friend as well, Professor Severus Snape." Lockhart punched both fists in the air and shouted to the ceiling.

"Severus, I alone completely understand and empathize with the situation you are in. Severus, if you can hear us, our thoughts are with you wherever you are. Be well. My dear friend. Be well."

I was stunned - Snape's gall knew no boundaries - However, it had diverted attention from me for at least a little while - I was wrong.

Lockhart motioned the room to remain silent and several people "shushed" the people around them. Lockhart spoke again.

Let us honor my dear friend Professor Snape's wishes and read his statement. It was then that I noticed the members of the media, the worst of them that tough-as-nails Rita Skeeter who was accompanied by several journalists from the Daily Prophet and others from the Quibbler who were standing at the ready, quills eager to ruin my life I was sure.

My thoughts flashed to my mum and dad. I also racked my brain for any forgotten skeletons in my closet but to my recollection I had none. My personal life was fairly boring. As Lockhart opened the parchment and cleared his throat with much ado, I steeled myself for the worst...

Lockhart began to read out loud. His voice, booming and echoing throught the foyer of Hogwarts.(Snape's written statement said:)

"Though Professor Vector has been with us only a brief time, she is a very accomplished young lady, and an asset to our magical educational system. On a personal note, she is a well-respected member of our staff and my esteemed colleague and Potions assistant. It is entirely my pleasure to work with her."

Though my nerves were working against me, I had successfully arranged my face to display a duplicate phony Lockhart smile. Oh, wait....didn't....he....that wasn't bad. Surely, nothing that would ruin my life and that of my family and relations. Actually, it was quite complimentary. What was up his sleeve....

I didn't care. All I know was that I would get down on bended knee and thank the blasted bat whenever he decided to show.

Professor Vector breathes a sigh of relief, Professor Snape finally makes an appearance, and Lockhart is,well, Lockhart.:cool: / :D

CHAPTER 15 - THE SEASONAL SOIREE - PART II

When Lockhart finished reading Snape's written statement to the crowd. The room broke into applause and Lockhart jumped down to the ground . He handed the pieces of parchment to an assistant and the crowd rushed forward to where he was standing. He was bombarded by students, guests, reporters, fan club members, and considering I was fairly close to him I got shoved violently to the side. Not that I was eager to be one of the assorted hangers-on. But in the stampede I tripped on my skirt , was pushed farther to the side, and nearly trampled to the ground.

His entourage got ahold of him and told him the procession would start once the guests were seated. Thankfully, the room started to clear as the people went into the Great Hall. Eventually, only the teachers and a handful of Lockhart's crew were standing in the foyer still.

I couldn't be more thrilled. I didn't like attention and I was glad to get away for a few minutes before the procession.

My eyes traveled around the foyer and settled on the corner of the room with the corridor that led down to the dungeons. It was then that I noticed Severus Snape standing in the doorway, far from the entrance to the Great Hall where the processors were beginning to line up.

Snape was standing hidden in shadow, he was a covert bat, after all, with his arms folded against his chest and standing rigidly. I think I noticed because you can sometimes feel when someone is staring at you . He also did not break his piercing gaze when I looked over at him. He was smiling, more like smirking, viciously at me. It spoke to me. The smirk said I-told-you-so-you-insolent-dunderhead. I am sure he would fill me in later.

I heard my name called and I turned and saw that everyone was placed in line. Before I knew it, Lockhart had taken my arm yet again and the line processed into the Great Hall. I was positive that no one but me had seen Snape.

Evil personified, I mean Snape, seemed to be the only staff member who had gotten out of it. Surely, to spite Lockhart, the git had walked in a few minutes later. We all took our seats on the special dais that was erected for the occasion. The teachers sat with Lockhart and his entourage because Hogwarts was hosting the event. As his date for the evening, I was seated right next to the guest of honor in the middle of a banquet table. My mentor sat on the left.

Once everyone was settled it was soon time for the ceremonies to commence. Lockhart got up from the table, crystal goblet in hand, and walked to a platform/stage in the middle of the hall. He hit the side of his goblet with a spoon and yelled, "Attention. Attention, everyone..."

"Thank you all for coming." I knew a long-winded speech was coming so I tuned out . At least we had some entertainment later in the evening, a banner advertised "The Weird Sisters." Also appearing as a special guest was Stubby Boardman.

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Meanwhile over at the Gryffindor table...(Lockhart is still delivering his speech)

The students groaned.

"This is not possible, " said George.

"No, his suit is not possible," said Fred.

Gilderoy Lockhart was now promoting his new line of robes that were being sold at Madame Malkins.

"....sales are skyrocketing as we speak. The new Gilderoy Lockhart line of robes, for special occasions, come in delightful colors such as personable peach, risque raspberry, loquacious lilac, and peacock blue...a personal favorite of mine, Lockhart stated gleefully."

"I would rather be in double Potions," said Harry.

"He's barking mad," said Ron. Avada kedavra had to be created by someone who ran into this bloke - could you blame them?"

Meanwhile back at Lockhart's banquet table...

I noticed a large glittery object emerging from the ceiling that floated down to the middle of the room and expanded into a very large picture. We were then informed that Lockhart had some moving picture footage to show the audience that recounted his struggle to return back from the brink of not illness, I thought, but a fear of being a nonentity.

It was entitled, "Diary of Gilderoy Lockhart."

The footage began with Lockhart being interviewed. "Well, Rita, may I call you Rita?" He batted his eyelashes and flashed his toothy grin at the reporter. "I thought only of my devoted fans...."

And himself, I thought.

I knew this would be tediously boring so I decided to turn to my left and catch up with my mentor Snape. He had a lot of explaining to do.

"Snape, do you honestly believe that Lockhart and the guests believe that tripe about your abduction and assault in Hogsmeade," I asked tersely.

Snape slowly turned to face me and answered cooly, "Possibly, due to my questionable background. As for my statements concerning you, no one will believe them. At the present time, that bloodhound Rita Skeeter is most likely digging for some dirt and presumably your grave in regard to your standing in the wizarding world, " Snape said matter-of-factly.

"Speaking of Lockhart, were you hoping for an Order of Merlin?" I said haughtily.

"Why not? I almost acquired one, however, if it weren't for Potter..." Snape said icily.

I turned away smuggly and gazed around at the tables hoping that Rita was not sitting there with a quill poised and ready to strike.

I focused or tried to on Lockhart's tribute to himself.

"I would not rest, while I rested, until I made a complete recovery. The only thing that kept me going was my fan mail.

The next scene shown included a series of vignettes in which Lockhart and a nurse re-created his arduous progress at St. Mungo's.

"His efforts at recovery were truly spectacular, he was thriving eventually and working at a remarkable pace. All he talked about near the end was his desire to not disappoint his fans. I can only say that this man here, Gilderoy Lockhart, is one of the most self-less individuals and giving human beings I have ever met," she gazed starry-eyed and in adoration at Lockhart who was sitting next to her in a purple robe, obviously on a set made to look like his suite at St. Mungo's.

"Day 43 - I lifted a peacock quill. Day 56 - I wrote a "G" with my peacock quill. Day 77 - I successfully picked out an ensemble in which to walk around the hallways of my ward in St. Mungo's. I chose an appropriately color-coordinated cravat and robes. Day 102 - I answered my first fan mail letter since the unfortunate circumstances that prevented me from communicating with my legions of fans."

Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table....

"What about his new book, "Dilly-Dallying with the Dark Lord"?" Fred mimicked a voice much like Lockhart's"....and I vanquished him with a flick of my hair! He's bonkers, mate!"

"With Lockhart we all know what he CAN'T do, but what CAN he do?"

The table of students, perplexed, had no answer - all was quiet.

Lockhart's presentation concluded and the dancing was about to begin.

Gilderoy took my hand and opened the ball. I danced at least once with Dumbledore, Flitwick, Hagrid, and a few other people that asked. I DID NOT dance with Snape!

During one number I noticed he was standing in a corner with his arms folded and a sneering countenance. You can not miss him when he was standing against a powder blue background.

The teachers soon gathered together in a group and walked over to where Dumbledore and I were waltzing.

"We must congratulate Gilderoy before the Weird Sisters play," said McGonagall.

"Ah, yes, where is the man of the hour?" inquired Dumbledore.

I thought someone had conveniently forgotten to invite Severus over. Flitwick, however, soon returned with Snape walking briskly behind him.

When questioned about his whereabouts, a member of Gilderoy's entourage said that he was being interviewed and photographed for an upcoming spread in Witch Weekly.

Snape in what was supposed to be an aside to me, but turned out was quite loud said - "....or promoting his new book, "Dabbling with Dunderheads", but I could be accused of that this evening," he smirked.


This was not the last I would hear from him this evening.

Every great party must come to an end, but not before a few incidents occur. :cool: / :D

CHAPTER 15 - PART 3 - THE SEASONAL SOIREE

Tonight was just too much for my nerves.

"What is the problem now, Severus?" I asked.

"This insufferable farce. I am merely contemplating the situation I now find myself in and how to extricate myself, " he said miserably.

Gilderoy waved to us, mouthed that he was busy, and mimed that his hands were tied jovially.

Rudely he never came over to say a few words to the staff. However, we heard him saying loudly so that all could hear.

"I have just been informed that some journalists from The Daily Prophet would like a word. Where is my hair pomade, Matilda? Am I ready for my close up shots?" he said hurriedly.

I turned back to Snape.

"Why? It's a Saturday night. Oh, don't tell me, you have to go and wash your hair?"

Snape glowered. We exchanged a few heated words and then the altercation really got out of hand once I swatted him with my hand.

"Really, Vector, I must ask you to stop throwing yourself at me. Alas, I can not return your ardor, silly girl," Snape said cooly.

"You're mad!" I said spitefully.

"As for madness, I have hold over all of my faculties at the present time."

"You puffed up troll"

"Well, Medusa, has Lockhart been trifling with your affection? He doesn't seem to be paying much attention to you. I already told you he's in love with himself," Snape said bitterly.


Snape in a frenzy had brushed his hair away from his face in a huff. Some of Lockhart's feathers were falling from the ceiling.

From far away, I can only imagine what a scene we caused raging violently at one another.

Meanwhile over at the Gryffindor table...

Ron Weasley was stunned.

"Is Snape looking for a hair care product endorsement like Lockhart?" he wondered aloud.

You know, he is always around Professor Vector. Maybe he fancies her and doesn't know how to show it?" questioned Hermione.

"Hermione, veelas have no effect on him, " said Harry.

"You said it, Harry. Even as Potions Master he still can't get an old bird let alone a young one." said Ron.
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The Weird Sisters were playing and I walked away from Snape to join the other staff members by the stage. Several of the teachers and guests were dancing. Dumbledore and McGonagall clapped along at their table, the front of the stage was just too much for them.

Snape went back to his corner.

After the Weird Sisters performed, the stage was cleared so that Lockhart's hired band could play again. We got to meet the Weird Sisters after their performance. The bass player seemed very friendly.

"Shame, luv, that Stubby didn't show. It was a great gig and the crowd was all right. Dumbledore is cool, luv, not our first show here. He always makes you feel at home, well I flunked out of 'Ogwarts. Do you know where the loo is, luv?"

Snape swooped down before I could answer.

"Might I be of assistance?" he asked the member of the Weird Sisters. We both jumped. How does he materialize out of nowhere?

I actually turned because Flitwick wanted a word with me about possibly joining the staff at The Three Broomsticks later on for a nightcap but I listened in to hear what he told Snape.

"Keep your knickers on, mate! Got meself a girl in London mate, a model, part veela. Forget it, I'll just find the loo on my own."

The bassist then tapped my shoulder and said. "Nice meetin' ya, luv. I'm sure I'll see ya around." As he walked away, he turned around to look at Snape. I thought I heard him mumble under his breath.

"Snape he was only asking for directions and they were brilliant tonight," said to him clearly annoyed.

"Degenerates, but your degenerated mind likes that sort of thing." he said icily.

"How do you know what I prefer?" I said smuggly.

"Fawning over musicians, Vector. Really quite common. I would think you'd know better, " he said tauntingly.

"I thought you were leaving, " I said, praying to Merlin that it was true.

"You should not be left to your own devices this evening...making an utter fool of yourself and more importantly my House."

"Get lost, Snape!" I think he knew he had pushed me too far. At least I hoped.

"My pleasure," he said silkily. He backed away slowly, still looking at me. He mock bowed and I did a frenzied artless curtsey back. We both turned and went the other way.

I didn't see him again for 2 hours when the ball finally ended. I had hoped during that time that he had drowned himself in the lake. However, I was not that lucky.

A perfect end to a perfect evening....well, maybe not so perfect.:cool:

CHAPTER 16 - AFTER HOURS AT THE THREE BROOMSTICKS

When Lockhart's ball ended at midnight, the teachers had all agreed to meet up at the Three Broomsticks for a drink and to unwind. Promising a Lockhart-free environment, no one hesitated to go. Dumbledore, however, declined and decided to turn in early. He did ask me to come to his office tomorrow because he desired a word with me. Snape who also attempted to decline, was gently bullied by McGonagall into making an appearance.

I tried to leave first and finally walked off the Hogwarts grounds so I could apparate to the pub. I had had my fill of the Potions Master for one evening. I wanted to get there first to get a table and to ensure my chair was nowhere near his.

Trudging down the alley in Hogsmeade, the candlelit Three Broomsticks was visible from several yards away. When I entered the Three Broomsticks, most of the teachers were there already, including the fate worse than death, I mean Professor Snape.

I spotted a seat between Hagrid and Flitwick (he always manages to save one for me) and I planted myself there. I was also unwilling to walk for a few rounds to make it very clear that the chair was my territory and that I would guard it like a dragon with their eggs. The chair happened to be a few seats away from Snape.

"Well, er, that was quite some fete," said Minerva.

"Yeh, the students looked like they were having a gran' time," said Hagrid smiling.

"The Weird Sisters were great," I said also smiling until I got a withering look from Snape.

"Yes," said Minerva. "I think Professor Dumbledore is rather partial to
them.

Hagrid had ordered firewhiskey and butterbeers for our table. Soon everyone was chatting and laughing. Snape, I noticed, was crouching on a stool with his arms folded over his chest. He was brooding, which was not unusual.

Most of our party were in high spirits. We rejoiced in the fact that we had made it through the night and would probably not see Gilderoy Lockhart again for a very long time.

I forgot that it was a weekend and The Three Broomsticks usually hired musicians for the evening. Flitwick and Hagrid carried their butterbeers over to the bar to be closer to the performers and to have a chat with Rosmerta. I only pleaded with Merlin from where I sat that Sprout and McGonagall would keep talking. Otherwise it was just me and Snape avoiding each others eyes as nonchalantly as we could muster. We had excelled in continuing are silent cold war/stand off ( or so we imagined so). I had no intention of giving in after the spectacles he had caused this evening. Blasted bat!...and no tact, I might add.

From the corner of my eye (ok) I glanced over at Snape and from the looks of it he had had a terrible evening. I wasn't sure if it was due to our row or just Lockhart, period. I tended to think it was both.

While avoiding Snape and remaining quiet I thought about some of the things he had said to me this evening. I truly hope he doesn't think I fancy him. What was the "stop throwing yourself at me" and the rubbish that he couldn't "return my ardor"? Was he mad? Well, yes. Yes, he was.

He wished.

I wouldn't give him a second thought or look.

So, why was I? My hands became clammy and I began to be concerned....

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Note: very rare on this thread but we are about the enter the inner workings of the mind of Severus Snape.

Severus Snape was in a very bad mood. "What was the matter with him?" That pitiful shrew or Scylla as he liked to call her... He wasn't sure if he was more angry with her or having been subjected to the abomination of the wizarding world that was Lockhart and his blasted tribute - TO HIMSELF. "What had Lockhart ever done without a catch?"

"But back to Vector, the miserable hag." He took a sip of firewhiskey. Dumbledore had spoken with him today and told him that Vector had performed and succeeded with flying colors. Her apprenticeship was over tonight as well Snape's mentorship. Dumbledore would call her into his office tomorrow and inform her. She was now a full time tenured arithmancy teacher and the other professor was packing up and preparing to start his retirement next week.

He should be relieved. He would have a little more extra time to himself. However, this is why he didn't enjoy going out, or having a night cap, or not being busy. It gave him time to think about himself. Which he didn't like. "What would he do with his extra time?" a voice said and he had no answer. The voice was fleeting and he instantly pushed the thoughts that were surfacing out of his mind. He took another sip of firewhisky and couldn't wait for this bloody evening to end.

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Vector was feeling slightly uncomfortable. She rose and excused herself to go to the "little girl's room".

Snape smirked. Why must he react to everything I do...?

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"The little girl's room! Vector needs to be more prudent with her time." Snape had to admit that maybe his time could be a little fuller, too. He was making himself even angrier.

"No matter. It was common knowledge that she was dim-witted. Carrying on with the likes of Lockhart was proof enough."

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When I returned from the loo, I decided to strike up a conversation with Sprout and McGonagall.

Snape was glaring at me. I proceeded anyway...

"I rather enjoyed the Herbology lesson the other day, Professor Sprout," I said casually.

"I'm glad. The mandrakes are nearly matured and I will invite you in to show you the proper preparation during their last stages before reaching maturity,' said Sprout happily.

"Yes, I am interested. They are awfully charming. Those buggars are a handful but really cute," I said with a smile.

Snape, of course, had to publicly embarass me and throw his comments out there for the record yet again.

He gave me a look that stopped me in my tracks and responded snidely. "Those "cute" things, Vector, helped to revive students during a crisis years ago when the Chamber of Secrets was opened."

I don't remember anyone addressing him.

Why could someone not chuck him into the chamber? I wondered.

"How informative, Professor Snape," I sniffed primly, trying to steady my oncoming outburst.
"Well, if you will excuse me."

Sprout and McGonagall had stared at each other and said nothing.

Snape's mouth was taut but his black eyes snapped at me.

The after hours get together concludes...suggestions are freely given but not well received....or even welcome in the first place.

CHAPTER 17 - A POINT WELL TAKEN :cool:

I decided to join Flitwick at the bar. Rosmerta had to keep an eye on the customers and had moved a little bit further down the bar. Hagrid who recognized some people he knew moved over, too. Besides, I wanted to leave the tactless bat alone.

Flitwick and I had noticed that Hagrid, Rosmerta, and a few other patrons that were conversing were having a rollicking good time. After losing my temper, I still wasn't ready to join that crew yet. Flitwick, on the other hand, was just more mellow and laid back.

"Sev-rus," yelled Hagrid from the bar. "Come over here, lad."

"Come on, Severus, come and talk with us ----- and stop that brooding!"

I cupped my hand to my mouth to control an oncoming fit of laughter. I kept watching. They were in their cups, Snape was horrified to no end, this could get interesting...

"SEVERUS," yelled Rosmerta. Pull the doxy out yer' ears and and come over, luv."

I had to pull the napkin over my face....I can't....

Flitwick was staring at the floor so as not to be an accessory when Severus reminded everyone in the staff room tomorrow about retaliation.

Snape growled and went over to them fearing they would become louder or yell something else out.

"Oh, and bring over 2 butterbeers, will ya?" shouted Hagrid. "Tha's a good lad."

Snape turned around halfway and went back to the table.

Snape was livid.

I was beside myself. Thankfully, the room was so loud that nobody heard my snickering.

By the time Snape floated over, billowing robes in tow, Hagrid and Rosmerta had alreays started another topic of conversation.

"Oh, Rosmerta," said Hagrid. "Too pretty for me."

"Stop that nonsense, Hagrid. Speaking of pretty...Severus, about your mentorship....she is a fine-looking lass," said Rosmerta.

Snape looked like he was about to throw another hissy fit and seemed awfully uncomfortable.

"....are you implying....that unbalanced....horrible..."

"Ah, Snape, keep your knickers on. A man needs companionship....we're concerned about you," said Rosmerta.

"Honestly," Rosmerta leaned over to Snape and whispered conspiratorially. "We'd all love to see you come round with a nice girl."

Snape's eyebrows rose in alarm and I had never seen his eyes widen like that before, it only lasted a second.

"Not that I a mean myself," Rosmerta said quickly. Several women near the bar backed away and turned to talk to the people nearest them.

Ha! I thought. No willing volunteers. Serves him right for his nasty attitude.

However, seeing him humbled, I walked over because I felt sorry for him. Hopefully, the shock will wear off.

"Snape, I have no idea why, but I am here to rescue you. It must have been bad because for once he did not argue with me and agreed to leave.

"Fine," he snapped, and followed me outside out the door after I waved to the staff and Rosmerta.

We walked in silence for a time but being the good guy did not pan out for me. I sensed another altercation coming on and it did.

"Well, Snape, how did the rest of your night go?"

"Where should I begin? Abysmal, however, seeing you fawning over Lockhart was amusing," Snape said sarcastically. He seemed to be recovering.

"Snape, not another nasty word. In my presence, just nod "yes" or shake your head "no" until I get to my door. I can bear your odious behavior no more."

"Depraved hag...I will say whatever I wish. I take very few orders and certainly not from you, Vector," Snape said nastily.

I stalked away to the castle leaving quite a distance but his long strides caught up with my short ones me eventually.

However, we were both silent the rest of the way back to the castle.

This is my very first fanfic and also the end. Well, sort of. This is the last chapter of The Mental Mentorship. I loved this and had so much fun and laughs but the story needs to move on. Fortunately for Vector, Snape can not be her mentor forever. Also, on a muggle note....this thread has gotten so long that now it takes forever to load when I try to go on my own thread. I take that as a sign.

Please see the end of this chapter/ the bottom of my thread for COMING ATTRACTIONS...(I really do have too much time on my hands this summer:lol: )

And now here it is.....without further ado... presenting...the end of THE MENTAL MENTORSHiP

Some time has passed (in order to make a transition in my fanfic gameplan) and Septima is now a full time arithmancy professor....this is also a cliffhanger, sort of, (you can find out why on the bottom.) Also, for the final chapter we need some special guests to do this right, end it properly, go out with a bang. We will have a cameo appearance from the Malfoys.


(Sniff sniff) I can't even type this. Maybe some spin offs down the road.

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CHAPTER 18: DRAGONS AND DUNDERHEADS

Severus had told me about the Triwizard Tournament some months ago when he was still my mentor( which, by the way, did I mention he is no longer?) I celebrated for a week. I owled friends and family. I sang from the top of the Astronomy tower and scared Sinistra to death. And come to mention it, the Bloody Baron avoided me for several days as well. Er, anyway. I will tell you more about that triumphant day, AKA the happiest day of my life) a little bit later.

So, before I got side-tracked. Our conversation about the Triwizard tournament sounded like this....

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A FRIDAY AFTERNOON - THE LAIR OF DOOM - AKA SNAPE'S OFFICE

"Before you do me the honor of leaving my sight, remember you have to meet me at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow," said Snape.

"Snape, tomorrow is Saturday."

"We have work to do, Vector. A task. You do know what that is? I require your assistance for the Triwizard Tournament. Unless, you were slumbering during the staff meetings, Dumbledore has briefed everyone about their responsibilities," said Snape testily.

I paused for a second and continued..."Does this fall under "mentorship" duties,"? I asked innocently.

"Yes, I believe it does," snapped Snape. "You will be representing my House, of course."

"I have just the green dress....."

"Good, not the usual get up."

"I happen to like....."

"Well, dress appropriately, Vector. I would hate for the dragons to fall ill."

"Dragons?....WHAT!" I yelled.

"Oh, not our part," said Snape impatiently. We will be in the stands. I will say no more."

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FOUR HOURS LATER - THE GREAT HALL

The climb up the stairs took forever. While I was heading back to my rooms I ran into Snape. I have no idea what he was doing standing around the Great Hall. Maybe he didn't fill his quota for the month for deducting House Points?

Anyway he approached me in the Hall and I told him that I needed to get my books from my rooms. He said he would walk with me and we could talk on the way.

Being gentlemanly? Hardly. He probably just wanted to get out a few extra insults today.

I stand not to be corrected.

"Do not forget, Vector, 6:00 a.m. sharp. By the way, I'll wait here. Get me the vials you tested."

We had made it to the door of my rooms. I'm glad he said it because there was no way I was inviting him in for tea.

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THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT - FIRST EVENT - DRAGONS

I met Snape at 6:00 a.m. on the morning of the first event as well. Dressed in green I thought I looked like a muggle doormat. Snape barked some orders but he avoided my eyes. I guess he was feeling the stress of the extra work we had to do for the tournament. I had no problem ignoring the twin pools of evil. We worked for a few hours until it was time to approach the stands.

AT THE TOURNAMENT:

Snape was pleased with our work ( which means he didn't complain). I overheard him tell Dumbledore that my anti-inflammatory potions were extremely effective. Never to my face, of course. Dumbledore grinned and said he would see us in the stands.

We sat with the staff members and the Malfoys. Even though I heard Lucius Malfoy was no longer a school governor, he still seemed to have some pull with the Ministry of Magic.

Snape seemed annoyed with me because I was terrified for the students, especially Harry Potter. Probably most of the younger members of the staff, like myself, had never seen a dragon. Let alone some of the most dangerous species there were.

I thought the tournament was barbaric. However, I would simply have to get through it.

When the Horntail blazed rings of fire at Harry and the audience in the stands I could barely sit still.

"I say, my good woman," said Mr. Malfoy in a very calm yet sinister voice. "What ARE you doing?"

When I finally realized I was being addressed I turned and saw several people in the stands looking at me funny. I was crouching. I could not bear the suspense. I also noticed that I looked ready to keel over the guard rail.

"Are you daft? The flames were near you, SIT DOWN!" said Snape with a tremor in his voice.

One blast of fire that got too close made everyone in our box duck and catch their breath nervously.

My nerves had got the best of me. I cold not stand this another minute. I didn't even realize that I had failed to take my seat.

Suddenly, I felt two rather strong arms about my waist and I was yanked back into my seat.

"Remind me, Vector, not to be seated near you again...not even at meal times..."Snape whispered into my ear.

As I tried to sit still in my seat, I realized that Snape's reaction was expert - just in time- for the flames had licked the guard rail again.

I then shuddered for I had absent-mindedly curled a small, white hand over Snape's much larger one that rested on his knee.

"That is my wand hand," Snape informed me. I hadn't felt myself grip it and squeeze it tightly.

He looked down at my hand for a few seconds - I am assuming he was repulsed. He looked as though he had just come into contact with bubotuber puss. He turned slowly to look at me and then quickly moved his head to watch the tournament.

It was I, five seconds later, that pulled their hand away. He was much scarier than the dragons. I'd risk it. It was no comfort to me anyway.

"Professor Snape," I asked demurely, trying to get on his good side. "What if someone is, er, injured?"

He ignored my question. "Are you quite finished bothering me to no end?" said Snape hastily.
"There are mediwizards, healers, and representatives from St. Mungo's. Also, a special burn unit is here for this particular task as well."

Lucius, his wife, Narcissa (aptly named) and several of Lucius' cronies were next to us but I had forgotten.

"Well, my dear," said Lucius. "To the death. That is the tournament, I am afraid. I daresay the risk one takes when one illegally puts their name in the goblet," he said curtly.

We were then interrupted.

The fire nearly got Harry and the crowd cried out. I nearly wet myself and stood up yet again - my hands over my mouth in horror.

"This is ridiculous," I shouted. I realized I was acting out so I slowly sat down and tried to remain silent.

"Will I ever get to see this tournament in peace or must I babysit you?" remarked Snape.

I looked over at him shyly and a bit embarassed. "Well, let me be then," I said softly.

"Next time, Vector, I will." If I am very fortunate and the dragon comes near you again," Snape said in exasperation. I also noted a note of nervousness there.

In a fury, I spun my head to face him and the brown feather in my hat along with my hair whipped him in the face. I actually hadn't meant to do it, but Snape pulling some strands of my hair out of his mouth in disgust was pretty soothing.

"Where did you acquire those feathers, Vector? A creature that Hagrid rejected. Not up to par in the peril category?"

"Simpleton," I muttered.

"Actually, I think she looks rather charming." One of Malfoy's cronies had been eyeing me and I smiled gratefully.

Snape countered,"Ah, well I guess Vector is out to roost."

I did not care. In my green dress and tricorn hat with tulle, I had my hair piled up and my hat cocked fashionably to one side. I knew what I threw together didn't look half bad. I surprised even myself at times.

Harry had "Accioed" his firebolt broom and my lady-like reserve faltered. I stood up and so much for my description of the pretty picture I made, My hair streamed down my back and my hat fell off.

I turned around for a second and Snape was staring at me but said nothing when I met his eyes. Was it my imagination but I thought for a moment that he was taking me in with an appreciative glance?

Nope. The event had drained my last nerve...I had to be delusional.

I was then distracted when the people in the stands started pumping their fists in the air and cheering wildly.

I looked up into the sky and saw Harry Potter speeding on his broom and snatching the dragon egg effortlessly with one hand.

McGonagall and I clapped and yelled like madwomen!

"Well Done, Harry!"

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Well, this is the end of my recollections of working with Professor Snape during my early years at Hogwarts when he was my mentor.

I had walked into Professor Dumbledore's office and he handed me a key to my new Arithmancy classroom and said I could keep it until I had devised a spell to seal my classroom when I wished.

He had hoped that my mentorship was a learning experience.(If he only knew.)

He also said that when the Arithmancy Professor retired, he took only a few valuable and mementos that were gifts or that he had collected over the years, everything else was to be left for my Arithmancy classes to be used at my disposable. I couldn't get over his generosity!

Dumbledore told me to enjoy the rest of my year and to never think twice about asking him or the other faculty members for assistance in the future.

And as I shook his hand and turned to leave....the words I still remember to this day....

"Professor Vector. I would like to call you back to my office in June before you leave Hogwarts for the summer holidays," his jovial manner had changed to one of the utmost seriousness.

"Yes, Professor. Call on me when I can be of service," I said. However, there was no denying that the atmosphere in the room had changed.

"Well, I think that you might be able to," said Dumbledore.

"What is this in reference to, sir, if you do not mind me asking?'

"I will let you know when the time comes. Hopefully, not before. For right now this is just between Fawkes and myself," he smiled. "Good Day, my dear and go out to celebrate your achievement. Have a fizzing whizzbee on me, " He pointed to a crystal bowl at the front of his office and turned his back to me to walk back to the Headmaster's desk.


THE END?

Well, this is the end and thank you to all the wonderful posters and Snapefic fans - I hope you at least got a few laughs even though I'm...

"Clearly not Shakespeare..."said Professor Snape.

" I think that will be all Snape. Thanks a lot."

Well, here are the COMING ATTRACTIONS for the sequel...

These are some of the characters and things we will see....

Vector at home in the summer, Sirius Black, Mundungus Fletcher, meetings, Remus Lupin, Sybil Trelawney, an assitant of Madame Pomfrey's, spying, The Hog's Head. and much much more. And surely a cameo appearance by Gilderoy Lockhart.

Disclaimer: I do not own, create, or hope to profit from the characters or Harry Potter books. Writing Snape fan-fiction for fun should be recognized as the addiction it most certainly is. I do not have a sickle to my name in the Gringott's vaults.
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The Sequel to THE MENTAL MENTORSHIP

A TUMULTUOUS TENURESHIP

will be up shortly on a new thread

"Maybe a few spin-offs down the road."

Well, that road is here and not soon enough.

This is my first fanfic and my favorite and I was missing it too much.

"A Gift For a Hag" has the feel of this story, and I really wanted to post some more.

I looked through my notebooks and some of my material would only fit best here and fill-in this story.

Hence, "The Lost Chapters"

Coming sooner than you think
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Professor Vector was under the impression that there are 60 minutes in an hour and when that time is up...:cool:

Lost Chapter A - "IT'S A BIRD... IT'S A DAME...IT'S...VECTOR TO THE RESCUE?"



"What are you saying, Snape?" I asked nervously.

"I would much prefer if you seated yourself away from me. Anywhere else will do," Snape replied curtly.

By the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, Snape would barely answer my questions. When I pressed him, he brought up my alleged "ruination of his viewing ability while waching the first event." I was quite a handful at the first event, but there were, after all, dragons present.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ONLY HAVE AN HOUR?" I yelled in horror at him.

"Lower your voice," Snape hissed. "Such is the tournament." Snape would not meet my eyes. "Three rows back there is a seat next to Hagrid," he pointed out sarcastically.

"One of them is a little girl....what if they don't succeed?" I asked anxiously.

"Go! Now, Vector!" Snape said while rolling his eyes at me.

"Excuse me, please." I had told a few people seated next to me. I had to leave. My stomach was somersaulting and I felt sick.

I knew what lived beneath the water. Merpeople, grindylows, and Merlin knew what else! People said that Dumbledore had a rapport with some of them. I wasn't so sure.

I saw Fleur from Beauxbatons emerge from the water with no one. She was gesticulating frantically and shouting in rapid French to Madame Maxime.

I went over to a tree and bent over. I grabbed a branch to steady myself.

When I raised my head, I noticed that Fleur was trying to rush into the water and was being held back by her headmistress. A towel was thrown over her shoulders and she was screaming and pulling at her hair.

I had seen the darling little girl. All I could think of was the cute, blonde 8-year old drowning at the bottom of the lake.

When I saw none of the other contestants emerging and saw that 30 minutes had already passed, I decided to take some action.

I was going to jump in. Snape was not going to stop me. If he attempted to do so I would just hex him into next week.

"Vector, what in Merlin's name do you think you are doing?" Snape had approached the tree and was looking at me with interest and exasperation.

My hat was off and I had wisps of hair falling from my bun. I had thrown my cloak into a heap on the ground. My stockings and boots were off, and I had pulled my skirts above my knees and was preparing to charge.

Holding off plunging myself into the water for a second, I took my wand from between my teeth and answered.

"I realize that people die in this tournament, but I am not going to sit back and let a little girl die. I'm not sure what you would do, Snape, but I think I can guess. Don't try to stop me or else..."

"Vector, you are truly the most daft woman I have ever met in my life."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Professor Vector attempts to come to the rescue but may need some help herself.

LOST CHAPTER B - SUPERLATIVELY STUNNED

"You will catch your death. The water is quite cold. Not that I would mind. I assume I should warn you as your mentor. However, it would have surely been ruled an accident...a bad judgment call on both our parts," Snape remarked matter-of-factly.

"But there is no need to do the extra paperwork,Vector. The Headmaster and the merpeople have assured everyone's safety."

I could feel my impatience with him imploding from within and the necessity to verbally articulate once again, as I usually did whenever I was forced to be near him.

"I fancy you think my impending death due to shock or emerging from freezing waters is amusing?" I demanded.

It then occurred to me that I had been a dolt for not realizing that not one staff member seemed concerned in the least. I didn't see McGonagall in a bathing suit or Dumbledore donning muggle swimmies. No matter. He still was not getting off scot free.

"The staff KNEW? As my mentor, were you not supposed to inform me? Was this information given when I left the meeting early to do that extra work you assigned me, and you conveniently FORGOT to fill me in? You bloody, evil..."

"Vector, you could make a goblin bet collector blush. I was quite entertained, much more than the last event."

"Quite entertained?" I yelled and began pulling my boots back on. "You are mental, Snape. Really, you are."

"After such a humorous display last time, why would I tell you? Considering what almost ensued..." Snape's lips twisted into a smirk.

I was fully dressed and preparing to leave when I shouted my last at him.

"How you are given permission to be within a foot of schoolchildren is beyond my comprehension!"

Snape turned to me and shot me his haughtiest look.

"Isn't everything, Vector?"Snape replied.

The newly hired Professor Septima Vector must start observing her mentor's classes before she may start teaching her own. If she survives the encounter that is.

LOST CHAPTER C - "STOPPERING DEATH"

I was tempted...quite tempted to just get up from my seat, turn on my heel, and march straight over to Professor Sprout's greenhouses....

There I would lift a full grown mandrake out of its pot....and die. Just die. Gratefully, and on the spot.

If I had to sit for another minute through one of Snape's start of term monologues I would do just that.

This tripe that he recycled and had used in every class that met with him this very day was undendurable. The man was so full of himself I could bear it no longer. Surely one of us would die. I knew I could not take much more of this today. I longed to check my ledger and make sure that Dumbledore had not scheduled me to observe Professor Snape the following day as well. Alas, the ledger was back in my quarters.

Be merciful, Merlin. I was a good sort. Take pity on me.
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10 minutes later....


"Avada Ke---" I mouthed silently in a half-joking sort of way, raising my wand weakly.

"Wands away!" Snape said sternly. "I believe I had informed all of the individuals in this room that there would be no foolish wand-waving. Even you, Professor Vector." Snape's eyes bore into mine. The twin black pools never blinked.

No teacher should ever mock another one in front of a class. It undermines their authority. The git should know that. I was sure he did, not that he gave a thought of restraining himself and being professional. He made sure he pointed out how unprofessional I was. Snape believed certain rules did not apply to himself. The lousy swine.

However, I would not tolerate such foolishnes. Not even from Snape himself. Let him write me up. I'd rather clean cells in Azkaban than spend another moment with him as my mentor.

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It was by the fifth class that day that I think due to fatigue and weariness, I found the routine quite funny actually.

Children sitting stock still and stiffly at their desks. Quiet, neatly folded hands. Their eyes staring up at Snape in rapt attention. The liquid on the floor under the seat of a first year's desk, quite small for his age, that could only be...

I raised my hand.

"Please elaborate, Professor Snape. On the contrary, we have on our hands quite the conundrum. An apt speech, however, you fairly contradict yourself on several points."

Snape slowly turned to face me.

"I fail to see a connection between the qualities of subtlety and exactness. Also, do you feel potion-making leans more toward an art or a science?"

I crossed my arms and gave him my full attention. I cocked my head to one side as if hanging on his every word.

"We have very little time left in this double. Any queries I could answer on my own time, Professor Vector." Snape shot me the look of death and addressed his class once again.

Snape went on about softly simmering cauldrons and some rubbish about senses being ensnared. That was when I knew it was my cue to rise once again...

I got up and clapped. The students who were either nervous or fearing for my sanity joined in. I wiped a tear that trickled down my face ( water from a goblet near my seat in the back of the room).

"So lovely, Professor. So moving..."

Snape had had his back to his class at this point in the lesson. He slowly turned to the back of the room once again.

He gave me a look that chilled me to the bone. The class looked at me as if I were a bit daft.

However, after almost three hours of his condescending nonsense, I no longer cared.

(To be continued...)

Professor Vector's day of observation is not nearly over, but she is quite convinced that she has already seen enough for one day.

LOST CHAPTER D - NO DUMB QUESTIONS ONLY DUMB POTIONS MASTERS

Snape was stopping every few feet to lurk near students' desks. He would then lean over the desktop of some unsuspecting child in a very intimidating fashion and ask them questions regarding potions ingredients.

Ah, how easy it is to call on random individuals and humiliate them publicly when one has already looked up the answers...and to do it to first years no less. Muggle psychologists may call it compensation, I would say that Snape was a nasty, greasy git.

I rolled my eyes and shifted in the hard, cold chair in the dungeons for what had to be the hundredth time that day. I implored for Merlin to kill me right there and then, I could endure this suffering no longer.

Snape finally paired the students up and instructed the partners to concoct what was in his opinion a "fairly simple potion to cure boils that any dunderhead could successfully brew." According to him he had done it on his first try as an eleven-year-old. According to the faces in the room, nobody gave a bloody..."

I turned away and stood near one pair who followed Snape's instructions almost to a "t".

I once again raised my hand high into the air.

"Professor Snape, they have stirred counterclockwise---twice. I see no difference. When did you claim the potion would turn a slightly greenish hue?" I smiled genially at him.

Snape slowly descended upon me and leaned over to whisper into my ear. I did not want the git that close to me but he didn't seem to pay attention to my gagging noises.

"Do not be a dolt. You, as I recall, are not enrolled in my class. If you are forgetting what you learned in beginners potions classes, I can offer you some remedial potions textbooks. Those girls have just made an elementary mistake. What is your excuse, Vector?" Snape sneered and then continued.

"I will have Charon, my owl, deliver the textbooks to your quarters this evening. For light reading---or when you lock yourself in your quarters at the appointed hours of lunch and dinnertime."

I blushed to the roots of my hair in anger and embarassment. As if the bloody git had nothing to do with that after the vampire rumors had reached the school my very first week at Hogwarts.

I returned to my seat, but not before picking up two stuffed badgers from a shelf to examine. Anything to pass the bloody monotony. I decided to act like a dolt then and there. I could have been doing arithmancy research. Actually, I wished he'd get stuffed and bother me no more.
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20 MINUTES LATER...

I raised my hand. "Professor Snape, your talent for potions is undeniable. Clearly you are overlooked and underappreciated. Would you ever consider teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?" I offered a sickly sweet grin. "Headmastership?....shoot for the stars, professor."

Snape looked taken aback but quickly regained his composure. The groups stopped talking and turned in utter silence to stare at the both of us. Clearly, they had heard the rumor...

Snape walked very slowly over to where I sat with the stuffed animals, put an arm on both wooden rests on my seat and gave me the look that Neville had described between hyperventilating when he passed me in the hallway the other day.

Snape said in a low, silky voice that was for my ears only,"I know a spell for dissolving appendages that I assure you not even Madame Pomfrey and a rather large bottle of skele-gro can counteract, Vector. You have been taxing me since you entered my classroom. I suggest you contain yourself and not raise that hand again...if you wish to keep it....that is."

Snape turned in a swirl of cloak and walked briskly back to the front of the classroom to address his students. He took his wand out deftly from an inside pocket and writing appeared on the board.

Sorry, I just posted and my post doubled.

Snape, I warn you, leave my thread alone!

A staff member comes to wish another one well...and the other tells them to go to....

LOST CHAPTER E - MOVING ON UP...

"Would you please, and with all due respect, GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!" I roared.

"Do you truly refer to this room as an office?" Snape looked lazily around my brand new office that Dumbledore had offered me when I began teaching arithmancy on my own. Only Snape could ruin a perfectly good day.

"I was under the impression that an office was an abode where one did work and actually accomplished something. What, may I ask, are you "appearing" to be working on? Researching "Gadding with Ghouls" is not up to par, PROFESSOR Vector," said Snape snidely.

"For your information, I am researching for my arithmancy lessons," I replied coldly.

"Hardly taxing work. Oh, is that what you call it? What exactly do you teach again? Not very useful in my experiences. Well, to each their own, Vector."

"Get out of my office, Snape." I yelled, but the dolt proceeded to ignore my rantings and my red face.

"Arithmancy. A certainly respectable discipline to most of the wizarding world. And a convenient, er, "cover" for not toiling or for people whom are...what does Hagrid refer to them as? Ah, yes, "duffers" said Snape uneasily.

Snape respected Hagrid silently. He had better. Hagrid always defended him and seemed to think Snape was a good sort, deep down. But Hagrid's lack of sophistication at times and, er, tact...and grammar, irked him greatly.

I remember the time that Snape and I were arguing in the hallway and Hagrid passed us...

'Lo Professor Snape, Professor Vector," Hagrid smiled and offered us a cheerful wave, almost knocking a line of Ravenclaws down a stairwell.

I smiled and waved back. Snape perplexed and horrified at the lack of proper pronunciation of the English language was taken aback for a moment.

"Er, 'lo, Rubeus," said Snape softly and mockingly, baring his teeth. He outwardly shuddered. Since everyone called him Hagrid he assumed Rubeus sounded more formal and therefore respectable in Snape's eyes. I guess. Either that or he was just an awkward fool.

I'd say he was just a fool.

"What do you want, Snape?" My mind had wondered for a moment but the nasty look I was getting from Snape broke my reverie.

"I am merely offering support to my co-worker," Snape said sincerely and not fooling anybody.

"No, really. Why are you here?" I snapped.

"For an inspection."

"Since when are you in charge?" I blurted out.

"I am here to warn you of any possible foolishness on your part, which is highly likely, as you embark on your first day of teaching classes---alone." said Snape. "It is a reflection on me...you were under my...tutelage," said Snape silkily.

"...yet you taught me NOTHING. Oh, wait, yes you did. Mental survival skills...and that I am a lot tougher than I thought," I informed him.

"Well, under my supervision then...I was, afterall, your mentor," said Snape matter-of-factly.

"As if I will EVER forget. WAS. Remember that...you WERE my mentor and ARE no longer. What WILL you do now with your time? My guess, is deduct more house points from undeserving victims," I chimed in heartily with my suggestion.

"How I spend my time is no concern of yours," spat Snape.

"How I spend my time, now that you are no longer my mentor, is not your concern either." I replied primly.

"I have a reputation to uphold, you deranged girl," said Snape darkly.

Snape sneered. His eyes glowed devilishly. I think he was losing his temper...and his touch. And me. My fear of him.

He glared back. I bit my lip. He sneered again. I stuck my tongue out at him, preparing to lift my hand and box his ears....It was then that Professor McGonagall walked in. She looked about curiously and stopped dead in her tracks.

Snape put down a pot of irises on my desk and swept out of the room.

I wondered where they had come from. The git was not holding anything in his hands a minute ago.

Minerva recovered and walked through the door.

During the week of the Gilderoy Lockhart Hogwarts Homecoming, Professor Lockhart seeks to relive the glory days of the Hogwarts dueling club, when Professor Snape was his assistant. By the way, did you know Professor Snape was his assistant? Surely, Gilderoy must have informed you at an earlier date.

LOST CHAPTER F - DUELING CLUB ALUMNI:D :cool:

"Let's have a go for old times sake, Professor Snape."

Several people cheered at the luncheon and Dumbledore nodded at Professor Snape urging him gently to not disappoint the guests. Professor Flitwick rolled his eyes and thanked Merlin that he was not called out by Gilderoy for that matter. However, he knew Lockhart had heard about his reputation and was not surprised.

Snape rose slowly and reluctantly.

"Prepare to defend yourself, Professor." Gilderoy smiled widely and turned to myself and Aurora. "This," he tutted, "will only take a minute."

Snape whispered into my ear. "I hear that published works tend to become more popular and widely purchased by----posthumous authors.

"Er, don't, er, hurt him too badly," I warned Snape fearfully. I had heard about the dueling club when Lockhart was employed at Hogwarts. I knew how Snape despised him and the title of "Lockhart's assistant."

"I suggest that you both move out of the vicinity of his wand," warned Snape over his shoulder as he approached the dueling platform. Aurora was about to protest and defend Gilderoy to Snape. We then both remembered the story of Harry Potter when Lockhart tried to cure his arm. She rapidly closed her mouth.

Aurora and I lifted ourselves slightly from our chairs and dragged our seats safely to a corner. Filius, Hagrid, and Minerva followed suit.

Snape slowly glided up the stairs of the platform, his dark robes billowing as he gracefully took each step. He stood there, glaring at Lockhart, his face expressionless but his eyes never leaving Gilderoy's. He waited patiently for Lockhart to cease his ridiculous antics and join him on the stage.

Gilderoy rose to a tumult of cheers and applause. He bowed, punched the air a few times, and then walked over to 2 elderly women who had moved their seats dangerously close to the front of the stage.

Gilderoy cracked his knuckles, did a few knee bends, and whisked off a lavender cape that he then made a great show of throwing to the 109-year old witch named Ethel. Aurora, almost jumped out of her seat, but Filius and I pushed her gently back onto her seat.

He then threw a flower from a table centerpiece to her friend, Edith, who happened to be 132-years of age.

The women squealed with glee.

Snape was still waiting patiently on the platform no doubt planning how to get away with homicide and still retain his postion as Potions Master, by cleverly making it look like an accident.

Well, I wasn't exactly sure of this. But the expression on his face was murderous.

He had looked over at a fidgeting Aurora and rolled his eyes for a second; scowl still firmly in place.

Lockhart passed his wand quickly back and forth between his hands a few times for effect, lunged and practiced exaggerated "en garde" stances a few times as if he was a cavalier brandishing a sword for King Charles II or at the very least a muggle extra on the "Zorro" tv show.

Only then did Gilderoy walk over to the platform.

"Be safe!" yelled Aurora frantically. She had seen Snape's expression as well.

Gilderoy winked at Aurora and walked jauntily over to Snape. Nose in the air, preening, and shoulders pulled back. They bowed to each other and exchanged a few words.

"I shall try to go EASY on you, Severus," announced Gilderoy. "But surely we can practice more advanced dueling techniques now that the children are not participating today," grinned Lockhart pleasantly.

"Oh, I hope you will....go easy on me," said Snape silkily. "Surely your reputation...preceeds you." However, I noticed that Snape had failed to draw his wand, as they turned to take 10 paces and then turned to face each other once more.

Gilderoy was swishing his wand and yelling out to the crowd and failed to notice how odd Snape's actions were. Everyone was so into Lockhart they seemed to not notice anything either. I knew Severus too well.

"We each get 3 tries to disarm our opponent," announced Gilderoy. "I will go first."

"Take note of my excellent display of wandwork," cried Gilderoy.

On the first attempt, Gilderoy waved his wand and nothing happened. On his second, his wand flew out of his hand and narrowly missed hitting Ethel, and on his third attempt it floated away.

"Yes, truly remarkable wandwork, Lockhart," piped up Snape."Quite green with envy, I must say. However, I believe it is now my turn," Snape wore a twisted smirk.

"And for our next demonstration, for the benefit of the guests, of course, I believe, Professor Lockhart, that I should next show them non-verbal dueling spells."

Snape addressed the crowd as Lockhart looked at the crowd and back to Snape. He was speechless for once.

"As Professor Lockhart explained, in our Hogwarts dueling club meeting....when I was his assistant...(Snape eyed Lockhart viciously but with a smile playing at his lips) we taught the students that a dueler has a slight advantage with non-verbal spells. The fact that their opponent, if not a skilled legilimens, may have no idea of what is about to come next. Am I quite right....Professor Lockhart?"

Snape stared venomously at Lockhart and I saw him fighting back a smile.

"Er, yes, that is correct, Severus," said Lockhart nervously.

Snape slowly raised his wand and brought it down in front of him...


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The team of mediwizards broke through the crowds again. However, it was for Lockhart himself this time and not his swooning fans.

Severus Snape, quite contrite, apologized to the crowd. The wand had a tendency at times to get overexcited. He sincerely hoped that Gilderoy Lockhart would be okay.

He would be most disappointed if Lockhart had to leave unexpectedly but surely he was always welcome at Hogwarts.

...in which Professor Vector seeks to discover the whereabouts of Professor Snape.

LOST CHAPTER 6 - LOCK

"What seems to be the trouble?" I asked.

"Professor Snape," answered a third year.

When is he not? I thought glumly.

"Well, why are you not in the Great Hall enjoying the Valentine's Day festivities?" I had to ask.

"We want to, but I am supposed to see Professor Snape about extra help and Michael should be in detention with him, but he is not answering the door. We keep knocking but it's no use," replied one of the third years.

"Maybe he is not there?" I lied.

"No, he is. Charlotte saw him enter his office an hour ago."

"Why would he not answer the door?"

The children shrugged.

"Go back to the Great Hall. I will try to contact Professor Snape and then I will send someone to fetch you."

"Yes, Professor."

I flooed over to the git's office. Snape was sitting at his desk marking papers.

"Snape, did you not hear the students pounding on your door?"

"Yes."

"What? Why didn't you answer?"

Snape pointed slowly to a wooden calendar on a shelf near his desk. "Do you realize the date, Vector?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, it is February 14," I informed him.

"Precisely. Excellent, Vector! Now if you could just remember what year it is, I would say you are making progress," Snape said sardonically.

"Very funny, Snape" I retorted.

"Not to mention by the looks of Sinistra's get-up at lunch she has no concept of what year it is either."

"Leave her out of it, Snape!" I shouted in annoyance.

"My pleasure," he smirked.

"So, although you are usually holed up in your office....why have you locked your door?"

"I wish not to be disturbed----obviously," he rolled his eyes at me. "I do not intend to venture out of this office until tomorrow."

"What is tomorrow?"

Snape sighed in exasperation. "I retract my statement regarding you earlier. The 15th, Vector," Snape said impatiently.

"What about the 15th?"

"It is the end of Valentine's Day. Are you daft?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

In which Professor Vector gets to the bottom of things and Professor Snape bottoms out...

LOST CHAPTER H - STOCK

"...and what, pray tell, besides the fact that you are an uncaring, unfeeling lout, do you have against Valentine's Day?"

"A most unnatural holiday, I would imagine, Vector. I absolutely refuse to participate with the rest of you fools," snapped Snape.

"Have you, er, ever had a valentine, Snape?" I had to ask.

"No, nor do I ever intend to," grimaced Snape looking quite ill.

"Quite right, who will have you?" I mumbled to myself.

"Speak up, Vector" said Snape impatiently.

"Nothing. So...what is it that irks you so regarding Valentine's Day?" I was curious even though I had my suspicions.

"I never liked it and this continued right up until that blasted fool Lockhart...No. I utterly detested such goings-on. I will not leave this office until it is quite through." Snape said with finality yet looking quite agitated.

Some people fear Voldemort, others fear dementors, dragons, and such. But it occurred to me that Snape feared Valentine's Day just as much. I tried to stop an onslaught of uncontrollable laughter that I feared would burst forth from my mouth. I did the best I could. There really was something wrong with him.

"So, that's what this is about? (giggle, I couldn't stop the laugh, Snape gave me a piercing look so I continued) Can't you just ignore him?...oh, loyal devotee of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" I teased. However, Severus did not seem to find this as highly amusing as I did.

"Yes, Vector, I can and so does McGonagall and Flitwick. However, Lockhart and Valentine's (cringe) Day can never seem to leave US in peace."

"Really, Severus...I know they are no fans of Gilderoy but really...how bad could it have been? I heard about the year he was at Hogwarts for Valentine's Day."

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow evilly. It was quite scary and I was a little taken aback for a moment there. "Wold you really care to know?" he said slowly.

"Yes. Yes, I would," I replied.

"Well, I shall tell you then. Please sit, Vector. This will take awhile."

I decided to bump this up so all 3 can be on the same page for a bit.

I will still post Mental Lost Chapters as well.

Thanks again.

Galleon

In which Professor Snape shares an unpleasant memory with Professor Vector...

LOST CHAPTER I - ....AND BARREL

The trip through the pensieve was disconcerting. I had heard of such magical devices but had never seen one. They were very rare and usually passed down among upper class wizarding families or those fortunate to obtain them by some means. I didn't want to know how Snape had managed to acquire a pensieve. When he didn't offer any information I decided not to ask.

I blinked a few times as I entered the memory and turned to Snape. However, he ignored me and was looking ahead at the Severus Snape from his past memory.

Severus Snape from the memory was standing at the entrance to the Great Hall. A few students who were entering through the double doors behind him cautiously managed to not make any accidental physical contact with their Potions Professor. From Snape's expression it wasn't difficult to discern why.

The scowl which appeared on his face was not new to me, only intensified. What Snape did next, however, was truly unnerving. He did not move. I believe the shock of the recently decorated Great Hall was too much for him and he seemed fixated on what he observed. After a long moment's pause, he took his place quickly at the teacher's table. As he stepped onto the dais I thought his chair was a goner.

The Snape standing next to me wore a similar scowl, but I turned from him to look at the sight I could barely take in myself.

Hot pink roses were blooming from the walls where they sprung. They managed to drop petals on to the students that tried to navigate their way around them to finally reach their House table.

The Snape at the table and the one next to me looked physically ill as they took in the room. A smirk and narrowing eyes graced the countenance of the Snape at my side as the dark eyes took in a giddy Gilderoy Lockhart who entered the Great Hall wearing blushing pink robes. I saw Snape's wand hand twitch near a pocket of his robe that concealed his wand.

"Snape, it is a pensieve memory. Surely you realize..."I started without finishing as he slowly looked at me yet said nothing.

Clearly he became overwrought as he relived his memory and forgot that time and distance had separated him from the foolishness of Lockhart.

Of course the jerk would never admit it to me! But how could an apparently speechless Severus do so anyway. The silence continued.

I turned away to look at the teacher's table and misery was ever present there as well.

Heart-shaped confetti in many shades of pink flowed freely from the pale blue ceiling of the Great Hall in profusion and apparently without any sign of stopping.

Flitwick quietly ate his lunch and managed to spoon around the confetti that fell into his soup bowl.

Dumbledore was grinning and casually pinned a pink rose to his robes as a makeshift boutenniere. Mc Gonagall grimaced. Her eyes flashed as she sipped stiffly from her teacup. I noticed that she made no secret of the fact that she was calculating the distance from her and Lockhart as she fiddled with her teacup.

Snape also sat noiselessly as he smoothed a hand through his long black hair carefully and then stared at his confetti-filled palm. Confetti moved down to his robes and the process began once again. He had given up trying to keep any food down even though he tended to eat very little. His hair was so dark the confetti was much more noticeable on his person than anyone else, I noticed. The Snape beside me seemed to be aware of this too as I saw his jaw tighten against his pale cheek.

I wanted to add that the grease didn't help any but I kept myself in check.

Snape finally spoke. "You do realize how fortunate he was that very soon after he entered St. Mungo's. Not on my account I assure you...very lucky fellow..." Snape seemed to be speaking to himself.

I knew he was sensitive about the day Lockhart brought Valentine's Day to Hogwarts. However, I had not seen the rest of the memory yet.

Professor Vector experiences the rest of Professor Snape's worst Valentine's Day

LOST CHAPTER J - LOVE IS IN THE HAIR

We both continued to watch a livid pensieve Snape turning whiter with rage as the pink confetti continued to fall, attempting suffocation on all of the inhabitants of the Great Hall.

It was then that Lockhart addressed the Great Hall.

"Why am I even sharing this with..."mumbled Snape as he caught himself. "This ridiculous, blasted fool..."

"Will you please calm down, Snape?" I noticed his wand hand flex and make a fist once more.

"Oh, dear, Merlin. He did," I pressed a hand to my head.

I saw Lockhart enthusiastically suggest that students would be able to ask Professor Snape for various love potions. Pensieve Snape looked murderous and even though it was a memory it was unnerving to look at.

It was when Flitwick was affectionately called a "sly, old dog" that I intervened.

"O.K., Snape. You win. No more. Please." I said with difficulty.

"Enough, Vector?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Well, not quite the end yet. We are now moving to my classroom."

We followed pensieve Snape out of the Great Hall as he glided quicker than usual to the dungeons.

"Professor. Do you really have in stock?..."asked an unwise first year.

Pensieve Snape, whose look clearly said,"you should be taken out and done away with," walked on as the student reared back and ran away mid-sentence. Pensieve Snape dared any student in the vicinity with his eyes to approach him about procuring a love potion. After several eyewitness accounts rippled down the hallway, no one else did.

Snape turned to me and said softly, "I suppose that you, the epitome of dunderheads, think my actions were reprehensible."

"Er, no, not today," I offered. Snape eyed me curiously as we approached a Potions double that day. It was a first. We finally agreed on something. I decided not to complicate things further by pointing that out.

However, I was soon taken aback by the sight of dwarves in gold cherub wings. I refused, absolutely, to enter the classroom in his memory.

"Professor, I have seen enough, I wish to leave the pensieve," I insisted with desperation.

"Fascinating, Vector," Snape smirked. "Have you had enough of this delightful holiday memory?" Snape said sarcastically. "Very well then. I now wish to leave as well. Let's return to my office."

Not exactly the place I wished to be but anything was better than this.

LOST CHAPTER K - LIFE COACHING

Oh, dear Lord! What am I doing here? I had no answer that made any sense when I kept asking myself.

I had been planning to drop off some potions books that Snape had reluctantly let me borrow. I was currently taking breakfast...and lunch...brunch....dinner...supper...and perhaps snacks, come to mention it, in my quarters due to the unfounded rumor spreading across Hogwarts that I was a vampire. How ironic that the person I suspected of encouraging the rumors lent me books with the comments,"Academic aspirations should not be halted by such a...condition, Miss Vector. I expect them to be returned on the agreed dates in the exact way they left my shelves."

The diabolical dolt! However, when I reached the office I noticed that my mentor was currently not in his office.

Fearing his ever present disdain, as well as that callous smirk that shot in my direction on a daily basis, I decided to do the unthinkable. Truly a precedent beyond all reasoning -- I would drop them off at his quarters.

Snape was Slytherin's head of house so his rooms were located near the student's dormitories. It took ages to climb down the stairs that led to the dungeons, and then finally walk through the damp, murky stone corridors. Did people really live like this? You would think old man Malfoy would donate to an absolutely necessary restored wing of the dungeons instead of his hopeless child's broomstick fund for the other team players. Everyone knows they can't beat Gryffindor and Potter. Even I, who pulled something playing muggle ping pong once in my youth.

Merlin's pants! It smelled so horrible. What was that stench! It was a sickly sweet odour like something had died down here? Could it be Snape's dignity or good humor? Perhaps a small animal? Was I lucky enough for it to be Snape's everlastingly annoying owl, Charon?

I was livid. Not only did I have to venture to this cesspool of Slytherinity, but Snape was not exactly my favorite individual on Earth at the moment...at any moment.

Dumbledore, my employer, the eternal optimist, decided(obviously on one of his chronic whims) that our last faculty meeting would be different. We would engage in some ice-breakers or as he referred to it "faculty bonding". Naturally, I had the misfortune of being paired with Snape for at least some of the activities. For one in particular, each partner would take quill and parchment and one minute to write down some positives or strengths they saw in the particular co-worker they were partnered with.

I was honest....and it did me absolutely no good. Whether the fool realizes it or not, I do(for some reason that I quite frankly can't explain) see certain noble, albeit generic, qualities that could emerge. Whether he allowed them to or not is an entirely other matter.

When time was up, Snape was deathly quiet. he stared silently at me, his whole body still . He stared without uttering a word so I felt that it was the cue for the first group to begin. Somehow Snape and I became the first group much to our surprise.

To Be Continued....

LOST CHAPTER K...CONTINUED...

Dumbledore smiled and with a flick of his wrist his wand reset the hourglass located in the middle of the room. "I believe that our time is up. Please share with us and elaborate on the finer, sterling qualities that our fellow Hogwarts staff members possess," announced Dumbledore with flourish. "Make sure they are listed in adjective form and no sentences or phrases please," he grinned.

"Er, hem," I cleared my throat. Snape's staring was making me uneasy.

"Miss Vector," Dumbledore addressed me. "I see you are paired with Professor Snape...a worthy choice! Please be the very first to share with us."

"Yes, sir." I replied somewhat hesitantly. Ok, here goes.

I stood up and addressed the crowd.

"Loyal
Respectful
Formal
Hard-working
Truthful
Brilliant
Witty
Intellectual
Well-read
Intelligent
Articulate
Learned
Thoughtful, er, at times...."

"No phrases, Miss Vector. Well, I couldn't agree with you more about our revered potions master," said Dumbledore.

Snape was looking at me funny, in an almost puzzled way. No doubt he had been preparing for the worst or at least a harpy tirade or two as he referred to my outbursts at his rudeness.

I sat back down and Snape leaned over to whisper to me. "I believe it is my turn, Vector. Which would you rather hear? My orginal list that contains some adjectives that no decent wizard or witch should hear in polite society or the one I prepared so as not to spoil Dumbldore's ridiculous Let's-pat-each-other-on-the back session nor to be dismissed from my post as Potions Master and head of house?"

I was about to answer when Snape rose as Dumbledore nodded to him. He lifted a piece of parchment and prepared to speak.

"Headmaster, if I may, I would like to preface my comments. As Miss Vector's mentor, I will relegate my comments to the professional realm only."

"Won't he do that with anyone he works with? Far be it from Professor Snape to actually get to know somebody," muttered McGonagall to a grinning Professor Sprout.

Snape eyed Minerva for a moment and then continued.

"Thorough(Snape took his time, pronouncing each word very carefully as I inwardly cringed.)
Methodical
Industrious
Precise
Exact
Quantitative
Resourceful

That is all," he announced

He slowly took his seat and pulled out his wand.

"Severus, come now, my list wasn't that bad," I watched his wand tip eagerly.

Snape rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at the parchment, "Evanesco," he said softly and the paper disappeared.

I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to comment on his list instead.

"Professor Snape, you made me sound like a machine or an extremely difficult muggle algebra problem," I offered.

"Well, Vector, I decided to take pity on you and save my employment by refraining from reading my originally intended list. You may add "consideration in crisis" to YOUR list. Oh, dear, I believe I uttered a phrase," he smirked sarcastically.

I glared at the bat. Was it me or did he look like he was forcing back the urge to smile? No, just my imagination. Blasted bats do not smile.

As I rose, refusing to answer him, I started for the door. The life coaching session was over. When I turned, I noticed he was following me--only a few steps separated us. For some reason he then turned in the other direction an left. He was an utter weirdo!

Now here I was returning his books and trying to resist the temptation to hit him with one.

Lost Chapter L - ENTER THE DRAGON, ER, LADY

Off to the dungeons I went. Never a good decision but if I didn't return his books, that could be a worse decision. And, quite possibly, the last one I ever made.

When I entered Snape's office, he was sitting at his desk leafing carefully through parchment as usual. He glanced up slowly and sneered at me--as usual.

"Try knocking first, Professor Vector. You are in luck and I will ignore the intrusion. I've grown used to your lack of grace and tact. Anyway, I wish to have a word with you. But first I must ask you something. I noticed a flea on a desk in the potions classroom. Consorting with the Animagus Black, are we?"

"Snape, my work in the Order has nothing to do with you."

He put down the papers he was leafing through and slowly walked over to me where I was standing.

"Well, now that we are addressing the subject I wished to discuss with you....oh, I daresay it does, Vector." He crossed his arms over his chest, his cape wrapping itself even closer as he did.

"Snape, you need a hobby and one that requires you to leave the dungeons. Cricket? Gobstones? Dragon-taming? Anything that will extricate you from the other members' activities. I guess double espionage leaves quite the amount of leisure time to interfere with other people's work, does it?"

"You have no idea, Vector, and I will leave it at that. I am far too busy with other matters that you could hardly fathom."

"Try me."

"I will do nothing of the kind. I only wish to try to convince you of something. Not that I even need exert myself but I will let you believe you have somewhat of a choice."

"And what might that be?"

"Well, two things"

"What are they?"

"Don't presume my time is not full. I need not reiterate that I refuse to attend anymore staff functions unless absolutely necessary. As for you fools and your "faculty outings," I regret to inform you that pubs in Hogsmeade are not necessarily worthwhile excursions to me. Please, forward that to my fellow co-workers," said Snape snidely.

"With pleasure, it will be a relief to some of us."

"Why should I comply with some of your dubious venturings? Speaking of which...I believe they should cease to exist, Vector, if you were wiser, that is."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

Snape looked gravely at me. All sarcasm wiped clean from his face, which frightened me more than I can say, or more than any threat that passed from him to me.

"I am telling you that I have seen to it that you are not involved anymore."

"Why...How is that?" I spluttered in anger.

"That I cannot tell you, I will only tell you that after what happened with Fletcher, you cease to be an Order member. Dumbledore will...." he stopped abruptly.

"Dumbledore will WHAT?" I yelled

"He will not risk losing my services and will agree to anything I suggest. Also, there is a slight catch that even now as you argue with me, I'm sure you have not thought of. However, knowing that you will and must always be difficult, I will and must remind you of it. And it is this...you owe me, Vector, so you have no choice in the matter after all, I guess."

"And what in Merlin's beard could I possibly....Oh." Realization slapped me in the face and a touch of guilt as well. How could I forget when I very nearly...

"Might I remind you of the wizarding debt you owe me. It is binding, powerful, and well, unavoidable. I will take an educated guess and say that should I ever be in a scenario where you would have a choice to save my life or not, well, let me say that I will all of my personal possessions to you. Knowing you would let me die, I'd rather enjoy you having them and being tormented with the guilt. Therefore, knowing the outcome of such a predicament, I'd rather be alive and have you pay off your debt another way."

"Why are you doing this? It won't last. Even children are involved. If you think I'd stand on the sidelines during this war---you are mad," I raged.

"Listen to me," he looked me square in the eyes. I will tell you one more thing regarding the matter and than it is done," he said sternly. "The less you know the better."

He scared me. I felt a chill and very much out of the loop. I also realized that it would do no good to argue. I would wait, pay my way out of my debt somehow, and approach Dumbledore. There had to be a loophole. This was none of his business. Why did he hate me so? Why did he prey upon the fact that I refused to be shut out, uninvolved, and he was trying to render me utterly helpless. Why punish me by clipping my wings? I would rather have died than be useless. That was my nature. He should have let me die than, rather than be indebted to him.

"We are not done. I will speak to you again, Snape. Make no mistake about it."

"Before you go, Vector, there is something else I'd like to know," he asked. He was so eager to dismiss me a second ago, why this last?

"Now that your tenure with the Order is over....if we were in a situation and you had the choice, would you let me die? If the debt did not exist."

I met his gaze head on, refusing to waver, and also resolved to not give in an inch.

"What do YOU think?" I said as cryptically as I could muster.

"Well, I told you what I thought about the matter earlier. Now if I were a bit more optimistic I would remember the time we were engaged for 24 hours and you helped extricate me from a rather potentially embarassing situation. If you would do that and should I ever be in dire straits, I do have hope that you would come to MY rescue," he shot me a wry smile, knowing I was boiling.

"Well, since we are reverting back to questioning, I want to know something that I never asked you. Why did you save me after the incident with Fletcher when you hate me so?"

Snape paused a bit."...Merely to put you in my debt. That is all," said Snape looking down at his parchment once again. "Now to the second thing I had to tell you, another part of my job...having people indebted to me in my line of work is invaluable. Though I'm sure you never believed that it even came out of the kindness of my heart. Even you couldn't possibly have been mistaken as to my motives. That should answer your question."

It came out. I didn't mean for it to and I'm not sure where it came from.

"You know, Severus, I'm not sure I entirely believe that.

"Believe what you will, Vector. You do anyway, and now I think it is time to see yourself out."

Snape never looked up as I turned and left the dungeons.

To be continued....

A year later or so....but.

Lost Chapter M - DUELING a' DEUX

Professor Snape will revisit his plan to convince Professor Vector to give up the Order of the Phoenix...it is for her own good...even if he has to hex it out of her.



"Do NOT sit up!" Madame Pomfrey firmly,yet gently, pushed Professor Vector back onto her pillows in the Hogwarts Infirmary. Professor Vector did not offer any resistance. She was tired though she had slept for quite some time. The slight throbbing near her temples convinced her otherwise. She rather preferred to keep her eyes closed. She valued the rest. She would need her strength when she next encountered Professor Snape. The lengths the man would go to....the things he would claim...all to stop her. She was still not backing down. How the devil was any of it his business? Even though his fake admissions....were disturbing to the ears, yet laughable. Really. He was quite mad.

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24 hours earlier....

Professor Vector made her rounds at the Great Hall. Slightly turning wrists a quarter of an inch, touching a shoulder, correcting a stance....the Dueling Club, now under the guidance of Professor Flitwick, had resumed. These times were uncertain...and practicum was more than ever valued over theory. All of the professors strolled the room assisting Flitwick on drill days when all of the Houses came together to practice. She enjoyed being quite busy in the room so she could avoid her former mentor as well as feel useful because she no longer had a sense of usefulness, purpose....until yesterday.

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She appealed to Dumbledore to reinstate her in the Order. She cajoled, pleaded, and finally showed her stubborness regarding the matter. She wanted back in and Snape would just have to get over it. He'd had too much of a say for far too long and Dumbledore agreed that is was only fair to reinstate her and in not so many words that Snape would have to be dealt with....gently, of course, and he would explain though Snape would not like it.

"Septima, for whatever reason, he felt it somehow conflicted with his own work in the Order...you know he has strong, er, opinions... and I am truly sorry I let you go for a time. It was only to diffuse the situation and to appease Professor Snape until he could handle it in a more professional manner without compromising the work he is doing for me. Now the time is ripe for your return."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, despite the fact I will surely be hearing from Professor Snape I can assure you. Yes, he will point out to me the fact that his services can be unrendered....but he will not do that in the end...please believe that," offered Dumbledore. "It is greater than this...than him....his anger will pass. The subject is no longer dormant. It was only temporary in times such as these. He knows this."

"Thank you, sir."

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Septima slowly sat down in a chair that faced the elevated platform. The students, fifth through seventh years, had recently taken their own seats for the final part of the assembly: the teacher demonstration.

This week was Snape's turn. The teachers rotated responsibilities and usually managed to participate when their area of expertise was the focus. He rose from his chair in the front where he sat several seats away from Professor Vector. His robes billowed as he approached the dais where some of the staff sat.

Professor Dumbledore addressed the school. "Professor Snape has kindly volunteered to demonstrate his skill with non-verbal spells, casting and deflection, with considerable emphasis on trying to anticipate the moves of one's fellow dueler. " Dumbledore shifted his gaze to Professor Vector and nodded approvingly. "Professor Vector would you assist Professor Snape?"

Septima glanced with a bit of apprehension at Dumbledore and her gaze shifted to Professor Snape. His face was expressionless. She nodded her head in agreement, stood up, removed her hat and placed it gently on the seat behind her. As she approached the platform she had the sinking feeling that somehow events would not run smoothly.

She turned to face Professor Snape who had reached the platform before her in two smooth strides and had his arms nestled closely to his chest. He stared at her, attempting to make eye contact. She knew why.

His eyes focused on her's, appraisingly, but his mouth was taut, his expression inscrutable.

(Slowly. Hex me first.) He communicated his thoughts.

Septima removed her wand from the inside of her cloak and undid the decorative knot. Professor Sinistra made her way to front of the platform and Septima haded her cloak to her friend.

She faced Professor Snape, looking deeply at his eyes trying to read them, but once he gave her the brief instructions, his thoughts pulled away from hers instantaneously. The invisible curtains pulled down once again as she stared into nothing. She pursed her lips, raised her right hand, and pointed it at Snape. Deep in concentration, she pulled back her wrist and lowered it again midair.

Professor Snape did not lift his wand, but the soft, whizzing sound suggested that he blocked her spell.

He sought out her eyes, this time, though he looked at her, she could not read anything within their black depths. They were blank. He raised his wand
and the spell emanating from his wand gusted with a burst of air.

Professor Vector crossed her right arm over to the left preparing for the worst. Not only did a spell not hit her, but she felt something breeze right past her left shoulder.

She met his eyes, her own narrowed. She wanted him to read her thoughts.

(You may fool most of the students but not the staff. Don't do it again. What is the sense in this if they can't see it properly? I will look ridiculous if you make them avoid me. They will think you've taken pity on me, surprised at such a late development of humanity.)

( Vector,you are ridiculous.You wont' be able to block them, hence my previous position regarding your place in the Order, I don't have to prove my point...and wound you without necessity.)

Professor Vector's mouth was a line. She pulled her right arm back with much vigor and directed the spell at Snape's hand.

(Expelliarmus....you.....)

Snape not only held his wand firmly in the air. He watched as Professor Vector dropped hers with a force that told her that her's was not the only spell cast.

( Why would you think the spell and alert an opponent? You're daft.) Snape shook his head slightly with mock sorrow.

(Er, ok, Snape. I got angry. That one didn't count. It is my turn and this is a demonstration. We are only supposed to cast and block, one at a time, for the benefit of the students, what ARE you doing?)

( I had no intention of doing that until a few seconds ago...ah,I see you went to the Headmaster's office. I don't have the faintest idea what THAT could be about.)

Professor Vector lowered her eyes and carefully crouched down to retrieve her wand at her feet. Suddenly, her wand flew off the platform.

Professor Snape turned slowly to look at Dumbledore, who had turned and appeared deep in conversation with Professor Sprout.

Professor Vector looked at where her wand landed, tightened her jaw and it reappeared in her hand. She waved it around her head and pointed it at Snape.

Professor Snape's wand flew and hit the ground at his feet.

She knew it was her opportunity...he had turned his head only for a second.

(Cheap shot, Vector. Why did you see Dumbledore? Seeking out a few extra galleons salary?)

His lip curled and as he faced her, he lifted his arm and his wand flew swiftly back into his hand. He never moved an inch, nor dropped his gaze.

How did he know? she thought....oh.....it had to be. She knew Dumbledore had not met with him She would have been pestered sooner, and they would never talk about it during the school day with several students and teachers about. She also did not miss the Headmaster avoiding Snape's gaze.

(Charon?)

(Of course. My owl can be quite inconspicuous if need be.) He smirked and Professor Vector appeared to trip on something that was not visible. Luckily, it was more like a slight force had shifted her balance slightly.

(I look like a fool. Why would I move to the side as if I lost my bearings for no apparent reason? What is it you are trying to do? Don't you dare....that's two in a row.)

Professor Vector fell on her backside...onto what felt like a cushion....a cushion nobody could see.

"A short break....and them we shall resume," announced Professor Mc Gonagall.

Professor Vector stood up from the floor and sat next to Professor Sinistra, seething. Professor Snape was in a corner listening calmly to a clearly animated Professor McGonagall.

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"Let's resume," announced Professor Flitwick a few minutes later.

The students found their seats once more and the two Professors took their places on the platform.

Professor Vector raised her wand slowly, her stance graceful, belying the short fuse within. The sparks flew from her wand as Professor Snape appeared to flick them away with unruffled deliberation, quite a few times in the second round, and with a bit of boredom.

Professor Vector appeared to be avoiding his gaze. He turned once more to look at Dumbledore who was no longer in the room. The gold light emanating from her wand flashed before him and he stepped back slightly.

Professor Vector faced Professor Snape. He lifted his wand and a spark bounced right off Professor Vector's wand. Her lips parted slightly, and she retained her stance.

(That blasted owl. Well, you guessed right. You might as well know. I'm back in.) She smiled sweetly in triumph, taking in the sight of a raised eyebrow before she slumped slowly to the ground, never seeing the light.

The students and staff shot right to their feet. Professor Flitwick at the far end of the table saw her slightly swerve and weave to the right before she slowly knelt down and placed her palms on the floor.

"I think that is quite enough for one day. You are dismissed. Please exit through the doors and classes will resume," Professor McGonagall called out.

The students slowly filed out. Several turned around to see Professor Vector guided to her feet by Professor Sprout. Professor Snape apparantly took the demonstration a bit too seriously, in their opinion. However, she had two nice ones, well, he did recover nicely.

"Are you alright?" asked Professor Sprout with concern. Nobody was exactly sure of what spell reached Professor Vector last.

"Yes. I...am on my feet. I am going to my next class. I just got the wind knocked out of me. I'm not hurt. I didn't expect it. Wait, I take that back. I feel a bit queasy.

The teachers conversed as Professor Vector thought better of it and sat down in the nearest chair to catch her breath.

Professor Dumbledore left Snape's side, after appearing once again, and leaned over Professor Vector. " I just spoke with Severus. He was distracted, apparently lost his concentration for a moment, and used a bit more force than he thought," he offered to the staff standing around him.

Professor Snape stood on the other side of Septima's chair. She didn't even notice him walking over.

"I wish to take a look at her. I slightly misjudged. Might I add that Professor Vector was cross with me from the first round. She was...correct. The students will learn nothing if we....playact."

Professor Snape knelt down beside her chair and looked intently at her, as one would look if analyzing a puzzle to be solved. He watched every breath she struggled to take in ,as if a mathematical formula. She lowered her face and wished not to communciate with him. The realization hit her that yes, it was not to harm her, but even worse, it was an excuse to interrogate her about earlier events. Madame Pomfrey was not the only healer at Hogwarts.

It was an effort to speak. Why argue as she tried to catch her breath? The spell had knocked the wind out of her but hadn't hurt her. Her mind raced but her body hadn't caught up yet. A bit contrived...the scheming...

Before she knew it, he placed both of his arms under her and lifted her out of her chair. They were in his office within seconds.

She was placed on a stone counter to sit. Her feet dangling as if a child at a
muggle physician's office.

"Move your hair back," he demanded softly. "I'd leave you to Pomfrey but it was my own doing. At any rate, you didn't answer my question earlier."

"What makes you think I will now?" said Septima between breaths.

"You will. And not that I need to explain, but my precision did waver for a second."

"Is that some sort of apology?" Septima puffed.

Snape didn't answer her as he pressed his palm to her forehead, checking her eyes.

"Guess what?" she stated as he watched her. "I can't breathe...and you are still using legilimens on me? Seriously, what ever is the matter with you."

"I am not. You would know it, Vector. I'm preoccupied at the moment. I could... let you stay like this. It will wear off in time.... more quickly, if you wished to cooperate. You would most likely catch your breath if you refrained from wasting it. However, I can plainly see that you will not."

"I'm not wasting it," she wheezed. "You are a...."

The vial appeared out of nowhere. The warm, velvety liquid trailed the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and drifted.