The Legend of the Serpent's Tongue

Legend of the Serpent's Tongue

Part 13

A Storm Called Phaedra

Harry calmly made her way downstairs to await the return of Phaedra, who had gone with Circe and Sirius into Hogsmeade. She was supposed to go with Tiberius too, but he had been called away the night before on business, and had not returned until almost dawn. Circe had then asked Sirius if he minded going with her to take Phaedra to see her new school as well as to buy some treats at Honeydukes. Of course, Sirius always being a gentleman, agreed. Harry merely looked on, and kept her mouth shut, but inside she was still angry and hurt. Phaedra was also disappointed that Harry was not going, but delighted with the idea of having a picnic lunch with her Uncle Severus and Harry. She also wanted to meet the new witch, but she had not come down to breakfast with them, nor had Dumbledore, Harry thought reviewing the morning's events in her head.

"You will get to meet her later, Phaedra. I am sure she was very tired since she traveled a long way to get here." Severus told his niece patiently.

"What does she look like?"

"She is very pretty," Remus said amused.

"I'll bet she isn't as pretty as Miss Harry!" Phaedra beamed at Harry.

"She is older than Harry. She has long black hair and the most arresting eyes I have ever seen." Remus smiled, sighing at the memory of Arsinoe.

"Her eyes are going to put you in jail?" Phaedra asked confused.

"No Phaedra," Harry giggled, "he means her eyes are beautiful."

"Your eyes are beautiful too! Mr. Remus you should say something nice like that to Miss Harry. Just because she likes to hide her eyes behind her glasses instead of showing them off..."

"Slow down Phaedra," Sirius laughed, "Remus knows Harry has beautiful eyes. He tells her all the time."

"Humph..."Phaedra crossed her arms over her chest, "I'll bet her eyes are not the same pretty green as Miss Harry's."

"Your right, they are amber, which is a kind of golden," Sirius answered.

"They look like Remus' when he is the wolf," Harry remarked softly.

"Is she a wolf too?"

"What? No...No she's not," Remus replied thoughtfully, and Harry knew he was considering some kind of possibility.

"What is her name?"

"Her name is Arsinoe Darkmoon." Severus melodic voice allowed the words to drip from his tongue like honey.

"Are-sin-oh-ay," Phaedra repeated slowly. "That is a funny name."

"Phaedra, that isn't nice. She comes from far away from somewhere in Central America, I think. She is what the Muggles used to call an Indian," Circe admonished her daughter.

"Can she do a war dance? I saw some Indians on the telly at Althea's house once and they painted their faces and did a war dance!" Phaedra exclaimed excitedly.

"Phaedra, those were the Plains Indians of North America, and what you saw on the telly was totally inaccurate," Severus admonished. "Miss Darkmoon is an Aztec, which is a very old culture. She is also part Egyptian on her mother's side."

"Oh," Phaedra said flatly. She was clearly disappointed. "Miss Harry, I'll bet you're every bit as pretty as she is and smarter too."

"Thank you Phaedra, and for that you have earned yourself one galleon to spend any way you wish in Hogsmeade," Harry grinned, pulling the gold coin out from her pocket.

"Thank you Miss Harry!" Phaedra jumped up excitedly and ran over to fling her arms around her.

"Harry, you shouldn't spoil her so much," Circe commented with a smile.

"Little girls should be spoiled, after all they're sugar and spice and everything nice."

"That's funny, Miss Harry," Phaedra grinned, "did you make it up?"

"No it comes from an old Muggle nursery rhyme. It goes something like this, 'What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of."

"Is there one for boys too?" Phaedra wondered curiously.

"Yup," Harry grinned looking at her three protectors there sure is."

"Tell me," Phaedra begged.

"You ask the question and I will do the answer," Harry teased.

"Okay. What are little boys made of?"

"Snakes and snails and puppy dogs tails. That's what little boys are made of."

"Hmm...Miss Harry, you know what? I think they really are. Uncle Sev is a Slytherin and so he is a snake and Mr. Sirius turns into a dog and Mr. Remus a wolf, which is almost the same thing. Do you think maybe it is really an old spell or some kind of potion?"

"You never know, Phaedra," Harry chuckled while the table erupted into grins and snickers. "Maybe it was something long forgotten that ended up as a nursery rhyme. Anyway I think your mum and Sirius are almost ready to go, so I will see you later." Harry hugged her, getting up from her seat. "If you will all excuse me, I am going to go and review my lesson plans and give them to Severus and Minerva for their review." Harry explained leaving the table.. Phaedra had put her into a better mood and she didn't want to spoil it by watching Sirius leave with Circe on his arm.

Harry had then gone upstairs and reviewed her paperwork before heading over to Professor McGonagall's office. She knew the older witch would be critical of her first lesson plan for transfiguration, but Remus had approved, stating she had done quite well, so she was hopeful that she would not have to do it again. McGonagall had been waiting for her when she reached the office.

"Come in Harry," she called, hearing Harry's expected knock on her door.

"I brought the lesson plan, just like I said at breakfast." Harry placed the required paperwork down on McGonagall's desk.

"So how does it feel to have completed your first lesson plan?" McGonagall asked looking at Harry over her glasses.

"I'll let you know after you've reviewed it," she replied with a smile.

"Do you want to wait, or should I send for you later on?"

"I'll wait, "Harry replied.

"Then take a seat, this may take a while." McGonagall motioned to the chair beside her desk.

Harry sat quietly for almost thirty minutes while Professor McGonagall reviewed her work. She would occasionally white a comment in the margin. Harry was beginning to feel like she used to when McGonagall graded her Transfiguration exams. She was about to quietly excuse herself, as the suspense was making her nervous, when the stern old witch looked up and smiled.

"I think you'll find my comments helpful," she told Harry handing the lesson plan back to her.

Harry scanned the comments nervously reading down the page. When she had finished, her face was glowing with delight.

"Thank you, Professor," Harry said beaming. McGonagall had made only one minor change and had complimented her on her outstanding work.

"I will expect you to do even better as you become more experienced, so don't disappoint me."

"I won't, I promise."

"I suppose you are off to see Severus now?"

"Yes, and he will be even tougher than you."

"I expect he will. As assistant Head Mistress I have been reviewing his lesson plans since he started here, and have never had to ask him to change a single thing."

"Then you know he will find something with mine, and I had help from a master."

"I would guess you asked his uncle's opinion?"

"Yes, and he was very helpful. I only hope it was enough."

"You'll soon find out. Now off with you as I still have to review Remus' and Sirius' as well as Pomona Sprout's."

"What about the ones from the Snapes?"

"I did them already, and they're without flaws."

"I should have guessed," Harry replied pursing her lips. "I guess I had better go on down to the dungeon and face the music."

"You needn't make it sound like you're on your way to be tortured," Minerva McGonagall answered in amusement.

"Minerva...we're discussing Severus, remember?"

"I know." She pursed her lips, trying hard not to laugh. "Now get along. You'll have to face him one time or another."

"I expect so. Wish me luck."

"I think you will do splendidly. Severus may be a bit on the brusque side but he is a good teacher."

"I never said he wasn't. He's just partial to his house."

"I hope you will be fair?"

"I already told him that I will be as fair with the Slytherins as he is with the Gryffindors," Harry told her smugly, and they both laughed.

Professor McGonagall knew that Harry would be watching the reasons Severus would dock points from the other houses and that Harry was now in a position to counter him, should she feel he was up to his old tricks.

"Well if your lesson plan for Potions passes his muster, you certainly won't have to worry about my final approval," McGonagall assured her.

"Then I think I will go and see what he thinks of my work. Besides, he also prepared a schedule for me to study for my Potions Master exam. Once I determine my free time I can arrange with Professor Dumbledore to go to Saint Mungo's to practice my healing skills to become a licensed healer. I know Poppy will be thrilled."

"She was very excited when you won that commendation. Natural healers are very rare. I don't think you will have to go to St. Mungo's for long."

"Dr. McBride told me that if there are enough critical cases I may only need to be there for one day, so long as there are three senior healers present."

"Then I hope you will not have to wait. We could use a healer on staff as well as a good teacher," she praised in her thick brogue.

"Thank you for your confidence," Harry said rising. "I will let you know how I do with Severus. Merlin willing I will be back here to submit my final plan by tonight if not sooner."

"I think Severus has more confidence in you than you believe. He would not be sponsoring you for your exam otherwise. Just remember one thing; men like to feel in control, especially men like Severus. Let him think he is guiding you, even when he isn't. It'll make him feel...oh...needed."

"Why Minerva McGonagall...I never would have thought you could be so conniving," Harry grinned.

"I've known many men through the years, Harry. I am single by choice, not by chance. Now get along and let me finish my work," McGonagall directed, but her eyes were sparkling with laughter as Harry left the office.

Harry passed Peeves the poltergeist on her way to the dungeon, and he stopped just long enough to stick out his tongue and make a snide comment before being chased off by the Bloody Baron. Once she reached the lower level, Harry noticed that the door to Severus' office was open. Cautiously poking her head round the corner, she was surprised to see Severus practicing dueling moves with his uncle Tiberius. Obviously, like his nephew, he was able to survive on very little sleep, since he could not have slept more than four hours. Professor Dumbledore and Arsinoe Darkmoon were watching their dueling exhibition. She appeared to be enthralled.

"We don't have dueling like this in my culture," she told Dumbledore, eyes bright with delight. "I would really like to learn this. It is a beautiful art."

"Thank you Miss Darkmoon," Tiberius replied as he gracefully dodged a blast from his nephew's wand, spinning around to utter a counter curse at Severus.

"Ha, Uncle, you're losing your touch. That was far too easy," Severus laughed evading the red light from Tiberius' wand."

Harry grinned since she knew neither man could see her from where she stood, in the corner of the doorway. 'I think that I will remind them to watch their backs,' she reflected grinning to herself. Pulling out her wand, Harry silently shifted her position, alerting Dumbledore to her presence. Diving into the room, she directed her wand at the two men, hollering out, "Exarmo Caduceus!"

Tiberius had seen her enter out of the corner of his eye, and dove down onto the floor, rolling away from the red stream flowing out of her wand. Knocking his nephew down at the same time, he directed a counter curse at Harry, "Caduceus Verto ad Serpentis," transforming Harry's wand into a snake! The serpent immediately curled itself around her arm, hissing angrily.

"Wonderful, wonderful," Arsinoe chimed with delight at the spectacle.

"Nice move, uncle," Snape sneered looking over at Harry, who was standing frozen as the angry serpent bared its fangs.

"Are you all right, Child?" Dumbledore asked, blue eyes twinkling. He knew she was uninjured and could deal with the snake.

Harry nodded, as she continued to make eye contact with the snake. She was completely by surprise, not anticipating this type of counter curse. 'Fool,' she thought, 'you should know by now the Snape's will use anything to win, even if it means playing dirty pool.' Harry grinned at the analogy, knowing how Severus liked to play billiards. 'I had better calm this animal down, since it is upset and I know this was deliberately done to make me speak in Parseltongue,' she reasoned looking over at Tiberius with a thin smile.

"So, little sister," Harry said aloud to the snake, "they all believe you and I have quite a bit in common. Time will tell if this is true, but for now, I think it is time to send you back. Go on and slide on down to the floor, and wait there," she directed. The snake immediately slid from her arm, stretching itself at her feet. "I would appreciate my wand back now, Mr. Snape," she remarked in English looking at Tiberius.

"Finite Incantantem," Tiberius Snape replied, pointing his wand at the snake. It immediately transformed into Harry's wand. "Lesson number one, Harry, don't leave your wand open to attack during a duel."

"I should have known that from all the practice I had with Severus, not to mention the time I dueled with Lord Voldemort," Harry agreed ruefully.

"You expected an attack from Voldemort, but you did not expect one like that from me. Always remember that a dark wizard will use any means imaginable to stop an opponent."

"I will keep that in mind, Tiberius," Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Miss Potter, you are very powerful, and the sooner you learn to control the others within you, the sooner you will be able to stand against this dark wizard you call, Lord Voldemort," Arsinoe said, studying Harry with those disconcerting eyes.

"Miss Darkmoon, on what basis do you stake your claim that I am sister with both the Phoenix and the Serpent?"

"I know others have already told you this, but you have the soul of the Phoenix, and the cunning of the serpent. These are most unusual combinations, and your capacity to love is what keeps you strong. Should this have not been so you would have been one of the darkest witches in history, and a far worse adversary than the one you will have to face. You have made the right choices, unlike your foe, and it is now my job to keep you on the right path. Control the serpent and use its knowledge and you will become wise and loved by all, as is Professor Dumbledore," Arsinoe remarked smiling at the old man.

"Ah...Arsinoe, you flatter me. I am sure there are many people who dislike and even hate me," Dumbledore remarked, but his blue eyes were twinkling.

"Only the Deatheaters and Voldemort," Harry quipped, "and I think most of them at least respect you."

"Well I must say," Dumbledore blushed, "it isn't every day that two lovely young women compliment me."

"That's because you are so lovable," Arsinoe beamed, winking at him.

Harry looked on with interest. Could Arsinoe be interested in Dumbledore? That would be interesting, but she didn't seem old enough for him to want to start a relationship with her. 'This situation will bear watching. I don't trust her, despite what Dumbledore says. When was the last time he even saw her? Unless he visited while I was a student here, and I very much doubt it given the politics of the time, he can't have seen her since she was a little girl. For all we know she may be one of the Deatheater factions from America and is trying to help Voldemort. It would make sense. She keeps telling me my other self is a serpent. Could it be that Voldemort is going to try and lure me into the Dark Arts and recruit me?' Harry considered thoughtfully.

"Potter, wake up!" Severus voice interrupted her reverie. "You are a million miles away."

"What, oh Severus, I'm sorry. Did you say something?"

"I asked you to give me your lesson plan. I see it is in your other hand."

"Oh, I almost forgot. That is why I came down here to begin with," Harry said, handing Severus the papers. "I just couldn't help joining in your little dueling exhibition. Too bad my plan backfired," she grinned sheepishly.

"But you have learned a valuable lesson," Arsinoe remarked. "You need to maintain your guard at all times. One never knows when they may meet an unforeseen enemy."

"No, one doesn't. Often a foe will turn out to be someone you believed you could trust," Harry replied. She was unable to completely hide the suspicion in her voice and this was not lost on Arsinoe.

"You have no need to distrust me Miss Potter, yet you are wise to do so. I am a stranger to you, and for all you know a spy." Arsinoe's amber eyes glowed as she stared at Harry.

"Miss Darkmoon, I don't know about where you come from, but here it is not polite to use Legilimency on another person," Harry answered irately.

"Why would you think I would use Legilimency? Such a thing would be unconscionable among my people."

"Perhaps among your people, but what about you as an individual?"

"To enter another person's mind without their permission is not something I would ever consider doing. Only a person with no scruples would do anything of the sort."

"Child why would you believe Arsinoe would use Legilimency on you?"

"Never mind, you wouldn't understand," Harry answered, unable to meet the Headmaster's gaze. She heard the disappointment in his voice and knew she had offended him.

"Why don't you and I go for a little walk?" Dumbledore suggested calmly. Harry knew it wasn't really a question.

"Sure, I could use some fresh air."

"I will review your lesson plan for the Potions classes and return it to you later," Severus remarked, glancing over the papers in his hand. Harry merely nodded in agreement.

"Miss Darkmoon, I would be most honored if you would let me show you some of our dueling techniques," Tiberius said to the beautiful witch.

"I would enjoy that immensely until it is time to meet with Professor Lupin for lunch. I am looking forward to the picnic with your young niece. Albus tells me she is a little whirlwind."

"Yes...yes she is." Tiberius arched his brow in amusement.

"Come Child." Albus took Harry by the arm. "I think we would both enjoy the view from the tower while we talk. It is lovely this time of year," he remarked, steering her out of Severus' office.

Harry could sense he was considering what to say to her. Inside she was beginning to feel miserable again. She hated being a disappointment to him. Harry wished that Ron and Hermione were there to confide in. However, they weren't due to arrive until that evening, for the meeting of the Order. Reaching the tower, the Headmaster led her up onto the roof.

"Lemon drop?" he asked, settling her onto the stone base where a gargoyle once stood.

"Thanks." Harry took the proffered candy, popping it into her mouth to quell the dryness that was creeping into her throat. Dumbledore stood above her, blue eyes sad. 'Oh Merlin,' she thought, 'I've really screwed up this time. Why didn't I just keep my bloody mouth shut? Darkmoon may have just been thinking like I was when it came to spying.'

"Why does Arsinoe upset you so much Child?"

"Why did you ask her here?" Harry countered.

"To teach," Dumbledore responded simply.

"Is that the only reason, or is it because of me?"

"Harry, Arsinoe's people have knowledge of the ancient magic that you witnessed in your vision last night."

"That was no vision," Harry recalled, feeling her stomach tighten.

"No...No it wasn't. That is why it is so important that you trust Arsinoe."

"She's a stranger!" Harry blurted out. "I don't know her."

"Harry...Child...things are happening here that are so dark you will need her knowledge in order to survive. I am only trying to help you."

"Headmaster...You're asking me to accept her blindly on pure faith. I don't think I can." Harry could not meet his intense gaze.

"Harry," Dumbledore started slowly, 'have you scanned Arsinoe's emotions?"

"I've tried, but she is a very complex individual. I think she is hiding something."

"I see. If I ask her to drop her guard to enable you to feel her emotions plainly would you then give her a chance and allow her to work with you?"

"If I find she is not keeping secrets from me I will try."

"Then I will speak with her. In the meantime I give you my word you can trust her."

"How do you know?"

"I have known her family a long time and Arsinoe since she was born."

"My parents grew up with Pettigrew and he betrayed them."

"Child, please trust my judgment regarding Arsinoe. I am sure you will find she is being truthful with you. She will not betray us. Her standing within her tribe would be in question as well as her position within the League of the Feathered Serpent. She holds the same position as I have passed onto you, and I know she would sacrifice herself before she betrayed her people."

"Then I will try and be patient and civil with her, but it is not easy."

"I hope you will become her friend. She is a long way from home, and I promised her grandfather we would make her feel welcome."

"Then she will need to understand that I can't just let her walk into my life and invade my privacy. I have seen and been through too much to welcome her with open arms, but I will make an attempt to be friendlier."

"I know you will, Child, and I already know she understands your reluctance about her assisting us," Dumbledore assured her. "Now I see that your Godfather is coming up the path with Phaedra and Circe. Why don't you go down and greet them. I am sure Severus and the others will be along shortly."

Harry followed Dumbledore's gaze and immediately stiffened. Sirius was walking with his arm around Circe. Phaedra was picking wild flowers as they came up the path. Harry did not want to go down and face them, and she sensed that Dumbledore was aware of her feelings. He did not say anything, but pulled her to her feet, hugging her gently, passing on his warmth and understanding. She stood that way for a few minutes until she saw Severus come out of the castle.

"I guess I had better go on down. I know Phaedra will be waiting for me."

"I will speak with Arsinoe before she comes out with Remus. I will also have Dobby bring the picnic basket. I know you will enjoy the meal he helped prepare for you."

"If I know Dobby he probably prepared enough for an army," Harry laughed.

"Then get along, Child. I will see you later," he said, giving her a little push towards the tower door. "Have a good time."

"I will," Harry promised disappearing down the stairs.

It had been an eventful morning and while Harry was not in the best of moods, she was looking forward to having the picnic. Phaedra always lifted her spirits, and she enjoyed the little girls' antics. Reaching the bottom of the main staircase, she met Severus just outside the massive castle doors.

"Harry, I have finished looking over your lesson plan. I have made a number of suggestions, but it wasn't too bad."

"I'll make sure I mention it to your uncle since he helped me with it," Harry sneered with a wicked smile.

"I am aware of that, and I told him I felt you should have done it on your own. How will you lean if someone does it for you?"

"Did he tell you that he merely made a few suggestions of his own? I did the actual work!"

"Then why don't you have a look at it and we can see what you need to do to improve," he said handing it back to her as they made their way down the stone stairs from the castle.

"Miss Harry, Uncle Severus," Phaedra called, waving, as she ran up the path. "Look, I picked these for you. Mr. Sirius said you would like them," she beamed handing Harry a bunch of wild flowers.

"Thank you Phaedra," Harry replied giving her a hug, "Mr. Sirius was right, I love them."

"You have to put them into water so they won't die."

"I know. I will have Dobby put them into a vase up in my room when he brings our picnic basket."

"What do you think he made us for lunch?"

"I have no idea. Did you ask for anything special?"

"No, but I hope he made some fried chicken. I love fried chicken. So does Uncle Severus," she laughed smiling up at her uncle.

"I'm sure that whatever Dobby put into the basket will be fine," Severus remarked, looking affectionately down at his niece, as his sister and Sirius came over to greet them.

"Did you like your flowers Harry?" Circe smiled.

"Of course, I have always like wild flowers. I think this is only the second time anyone has ever given me flowers. The corsage Remus made for graduation was the first."

"Hmm...I think we will have to rectify that," Sirius teased fondly, tweaking her cheek.

"Did you enjoy your day in Hogsmeade, Phaedra?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I got to meet my new teacher and see my new school."

"What is your teacher's name?" Severus inquired with interest.

"Her name is Mrs. Nightsdale, and she is old."

"Was she nice?" Harry questioned.

"Kind of, but I don't think she liked me too much."

"Why?"

"She made me sit and do some arithmetic and read a book to Mr. Sirius while she talked with Mummy."

"I happen to know Cornelia Nightsdale quite well Phaedra. She is an excellent teacher," Severus told her. "The work she had you do was to see what you already know."

"Humph...she could have just asked. I knew all of the problems and the story I read last year. I think she is going to be mean."

"What makes you think that?" Harry prodded.

"She's old and seemed grumpy."

"Just because she's old doesn't mean she's grumpy. Professor Dumbledore is old, so does that make him mean and grumpy?" Sirius grinned.

"She didn't beam like Headmaster Mr. Dumbledore does. Besides, he doesn't act old. She did."

"Nonsense Phaedra, Cornelia has been teaching for over seventy years, and while I believe she is strict she is also a very caring woman," Severus explained to his niece.

"Miss Harry, you said Uncle Sev was strict. Was he mean too?"

"Yes, Honey, was Severus mean when he was your Potions instructor here at Hogwarts?" Sirius grinned, trying to keep from laughing.

"Hmm...Let me think," she smiled looking up at Severus through her lashes. Harry was trying hard not to laugh, but she also did not want to tell Phaedra how Severus would always dock points from her make her mad. She was saved from answering however, by Dobby popping in with a large basket.

"Miss Phaedra. and Harry Potter! Dobby is happy to bring you your picnic lunch," he chattered bouncing up and down. "Dobby hopes you like what he and Miss Circe's house elf, Hazel, prepared for you."

"I am sure we will, Dobby," Severus assured him.

"Professor Snape, Dobby thought that there would only be five counting Professor Lupin and the new Professor at the picnic. Dobby and Hazel did not count Professor Black and Professor Snape's sister," he wailed nervously.

"Dobby, you counted correctly. Black and my sister will be having lunch with Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Sprout as well as my uncle.

"Then Dobby will go and tell Professors Lupin and Darkmoon that you are waiting for them."

"Dobby will you put these flowers in a vase for me after you find Remus and Miss Darkmoon?" Harry inquired handing him the bouquet.

"Dobby will be happy to do so. Dobby must keep Harry Potter happy," he replied happily, then disappeared with a pop.

"I think we should be getting inside. I need to freshen up before we eat," Circe informed them, "it's a warm day and I am dusty from the walk back."

"Me too, I will meet you later Harry and maybe we can go for a ride on my bike?" Sirius queried, brown eyes warm.

"I would like that. I haven't had a motorcycle ride in quite a while. I wish you would teach me how to fly it."

"We'll see, love," he winked mischievously. "In the meantime enjoy your picnic and keep a close leash on Moony won't you."

"It's nice to see I am not the only one who sees how he has been looking at Miss Darkmoon."

"Lupin is a single man, and is well aware of Miss Darkmoon's beauty. It is only natural that he is attracted to her," Snape sneered.

"Well I don't think anyone can be prettier than Miss Harry!" Phaedra tossed her head, blond curls flying.

"They're both pretty," Sirius winked.

"Maybe I should put a leash on you too?" Harry eyed her godfather, pouting.

"What about Severus," he retorted, "he finds her attractive too."

"Actually, I think Sev has set his sights on me. Miss Darkmoon is not really his type. He likes a woman who can be challenged to grow and succeed in all things; someone with a sense of adventure. Arsinoe is more laid back and intellectual."

Sirius growled deep in his throat, Severus thin smile taunting him. Harry's heart skipped a beat. Sirius still cared about her, but was it only parental concern or something more? She could not be entirely sure despite her empathic ability.

"I see you two are up to your old rivalry," Lupin's cheerful voice came from the door of the castle, diffusing the situation.

"Mr. Remus," Phaedra cried happily, running over to him, "are you ready for our picnic?"

"Yes, and so is Miss Darkmoon," he answered turning to the witch, who had just come out of the castle doors behind him. "Phaedra I would like you to meet Miss Arsinoe Darkmoon. She is going to be a teacher here at Hogwarts this year."

"Hello Miss Darkmoon. I am Miss Phaedra Snape," she said giving Arsinoe a little curtsey, "and this is my Mummy." Phaedra indicated Circe.

"Hello Miss Phaedra Snape. I am happy to meet you and your mother. You are very grown up for someone who is almost seven years old," Arsinoe smiled, her golden eyes amused.

"Thank you," the child replied studying her. "You are almost as pretty as Miss Harry. Did you ever fight a Basilisk?"

"Phaedra! You should never ask personal questions when you meet someone for the first time," Circe scolded gently.

"Well, I just wanted to know," she pouted.

"That is all right, Little One, I shall be happy to answer your question. I have never killed a Basilisk, but I have helped to control Peruvian Vipertooth Dragons."

"Really?" Phaedra's eyes widened. "Did they eat anyone?"

"Almost," Arsinoe nodded, "but the men in my tribe were alert to the danger and the boy was rescued."

"Did you hear that Miss Harry? Miss Arsinoe helped to save a boy from a dragon."

"I heard, but I wonder how she would do if she had to secure an egg from a Hungarian Horntail," Harry glared at the other witch. The more she was around her the less Harry liked Arsinoe Darkmoon.

"Well, I think you should all be getting on with your picnic," Circe remarked, felling the electricity in the air. "Phaedra you be a good girl for Uncle Sev and Miss Harry, and don't get lost when they take you through the castle."

"I promise to be good, Mummy."

"And don't fill up on all those chocolate frogs you bought in Honeydukes," Sirius laughed, his bark causing Arsinoe to study him with interest. Harry wondered if the witch knew he was an animagus.

"You bought chocolate frogs and didn't tell me?" Harry teased closing in on the little girl with a grin.

"Mummy said we can eat them after lunch," she giggled playfully, dodging Harry.

"Not if I get my hands on them first."

"You will have to catch me then," Phaedra called over her shoulder, running in the direction of the lake, Harry in hot pursuit.

The others all laughed at her antics and Sirius and Circe bid them farewell retreating into the castle, while the Severus, Remus, and Arsinoe followed the two girls. Harry had cornered Phaedra under a large Chestnut tree. She was levitating the child about three feet into the air while Phaedra waved the bag of chocolate frogs, laughing uproariously. She did not count on Severus and Remus joining the foray. As they came up behind her, Remus pulled his wand and nodded to Severus, who arched his brow in amusement. Harry was more than a little startled when all of a sudden a pair of familiar voices yelled, "Wingardium Leviosa", at the same time.

"Hey...put me down," she yelled surprised, continuing to keep her wand on Phaedra so she wouldn't fall.

"What's the matter, Potter, not used to being the brunt of a joke?"

"Severus, put me down immediately! This is not funny!"

"What about Lupin? He is levitating you too."

"Remus, would you please stop? I am getting dizzy up here."

"Princess, you never seem to have a problem in your animagus form."

"That's not fair. I was just playing with Phaedra. She was having a good time. I'm not."

"Will you share the chocolate frogs with us? You know how I love chocolate," Remus grinned.

"Phaedra should we share the frogs with Mr. Remus and your uncle?"

"Do we have to?"

"Only if you say so," Harry answered contritely, gently lowering Phaedra to the ground.

"Then you can stay up there for chasing me," she grinned evilly. "I will share them with Miss Darkmoon instead."

It was the worst thing Phaedra could have said. A stab of hurt went through Harry, and her face fell. Remus saw it at the same time as Severus, and they both lowered Harry back to the ground.

"Harry...she didn't realize..." Severus began, but Harry was already stalking back towards the castle, Phaedra looking on in confusion.

"Miss Harry...wait. Why is Miss Harry leaving?" she asked as Severus hurried after her.

"Oh, Little One. You should not have said that. Miss Harry does not like me very much, and I fear you have hurt her feelings," Arsinoe explained.

"Mr. Remus, Miss Harry is mad at me," she said biting her lower lip. "I was just playing with her."

"Miss Harry isn't mad at you Phaedra. She is just very unhappy and worried right now. She loves you very much," he replied watching the scene unfold before him. Severus had caught up with Harry before she had reached the castle and Remus wished he could hear what they were saying to one another...

"Potter, you are acting like a child," Severus scowled, grasping Harry by the arm.

"I might just as well. I am constantly being treated like one. No one ever asks my opinion about anything, or how I really feel. I did not want her here, and now I am being brushed aside again. All I'm good for is to do away with the Dark Lord. Never mind what I want. Well, this time I will most likely get myself killed so what does it matter?"

"Stop talking like an ass. You are a brave and powerful witch. She came a long way to help you to stop a great evil and you are treating her like shit! I expected better from you, Potter. I thought you wanted to learn and excel in whatever you did. Apparently, I was wrong about you. You're as arrogant and stubborn as your father was!"

"Don't you bring my Dad into this. He was a good man, and as for arrogance, you are just as bad. All I ever asked for was for someone to really listen and a family of my own. Three months ago I thought I had found it...now..." Harry's voice cracked, and she was sobbing so hard her body was shaking.

"Oh, Potter...what ever am I going to do with you?" Severus sighed, putting his arms around her. "You do have a family and we all love you. I know you're upset about Darkmoon, but I think you are more upset with Black and my sister. I am too, but not for the same reasons." Severus could not believe he was telling her this, only that he wanted her to know. "I do not want your godfather for my brother-in-law, but I also don't want you to come to me on the rebound. I would rather see you happy with him, than married to me, thinking about what might have been."

"Why did Arsinoe have to come here and what is causing Sirius sudden interest in Circe? Sev, I do care about you, but I have always loved Sirius. I thought he felt the same way...how could I be so stupid?"

"Harry, listen, if he does love you the way you are hoping, he will find his way back to you. I know how much you are hurting...I am your soul mate after all. As for Miss Darkmoon, if Albus sent for her, you can be certain it is because she will be able to help you. I know you're having a bad time right now, but you must focus. I buried too many people in the war, and now it is starting all over. I will not see you taken from me too. The Dark Lord has defied death, and only you have the skill to make things right again. Where is that stubborn Gryffindor pride I am so used to seeing?"

Harry sniffed, and looked up into his dark eyes. She loved how he always seemed to know what she was really feeling.

"Can I hex your sister?"

"Only if I can hex your godfather," he replied with thin smile.

"Sev...I can sense how much you would really love to do so!" she smiled wanly. She also sensed something had changed between them. He had confided in her and she knew this was not something he would do easily. "I'm sorry if I upset Phaedra. It was wrong of me to act like that. I'm just so worried."

"I'm not. I know you will stop the Dark Lord. The last time was just for practice," he grinned wickedly.

"I don't want anyone else to die, but I don't know how to fight this."

"Darkmoon told you how to stop him. Just try and concentrate on that."

"She says I have a serpent inside of me."

"You always knew you were supposed to be a Slytherin."

"Who ever heard of a snake with the heart of a lion and the soul of a phoenix," Harry frowned.

"Who ever thought you would go from a Phoenix to a feathered serpent?"

"I haven't yet."

"You will. Now come on. Let's go back to our picnic. I am sure Phaedra is more than a little upset by your tantrum, Potter," he remarked closing himself off, releasing her. Harry suddenly understood that it was nothing more than a defense mechanism. He had been hurt badly, and the pain still ran deeper than even she had believed possible.

"How did I do on my lesson plan? I haven't had the nerve to look at it yet."

"You can study it while we eat. I think you will find it interesting."

Arriving back by the tree, Harry discovered that Remus had spread a large blanket on the ground, and was sitting with Phaedra and Arsinoe. The little girl jumped up at Harry's arrival and hugged her, relieved that she had come back.

"Miss Harry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Mr. Remus says you're worried. Is it because of the bad wizard? Did you have a bad dream like I did last night?"

"What?! Phaedra, you dreamed about the Dark Lord last night?" Severus asked taken back.

"Yes, Uncle Sev. Mummy said it was just a nightmare and gave me some hot chocolate and I went back to sleep."

"Does Circe know what happened last night?" Remus asked as Harry hugged the little girl protectively.

"Not unless Albus said something to her. I did not even tell my Uncle. I believe Albus was waiting until the meeting tonight."

"Miss Harry, what are Uncle Sev and Mr. Remus talking about?"

"Miss Harry had a bad dream too, Phaedra. What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that the bad wizard was laughing with another man who had on a mask. The man in the mask wants to kill uncle Sev. He said something about a duel."

"Phaedra," Harry began carefully so as not to frighten her, "can you remember anything at all about the man in the mask?"

"He had long blond hair, and the bad wizard called him Lucius."

"Did you dream anything else?" she questioned.

"No, that's when I woke up. I was scared but Mummy said it was just a dream and then gave me the hot chocolate."

"Your mommy did the right thing," Arsinoe smiled. "A bad dream can be very scary."

Phaedra was looking at the adults suspiciously, and turned to Harry.

"Miss Harry, it was just a dream...wasn't it?"

"It was a dream," Harry lied. She knew that somehow Phaedra had seen Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy plotting. Her worst fears had been confirmed. Voldemort had revived Lucius Malfoy.

"Phaedra was anyone else in your dream?" her uncle asked calmly.

"Yes, but he didn't say anything. It was a tall man with black hair. He had on a mask too."

"I see," Severus nodded thoughtfully.

"I think we should stop all this talk about the Dark Lord and have our picnic." Remus smiled, but it did not reach his eyes, which reflected his concern over the child's statements. "I don't know about the rest of you but I'm hungry."

"I am too," Arsinoe agreed following his lead. "I am also looking forward to my tour of the castle."

"Me too!" Phaedra beamed. "Miss Harry I want to see the Quidditch Pitch too. Will you fly with me and teach me how to play?"

"Once you are able to fly better, I will show you how to play and so will your uncle."

"Miss Arsinoe do you play Quidditch too?"

"I play both Quidditch and Quadpot which is another game almost like Quidditch."

"My teacher told us about Quadpot last year," she replied shaking her head with understanding. "Miss Harry do you know how to play that one too?"

"No, Phaedra, but I am sure it wouldn't take me long to learn."

"Harry turned down a position as relief seeker on one of our professional Quidditch teams," Remus remarked opening the picnic basket and pulling out the plates and napkins.

"I wanted to teach," Harry explained to Arsinoe, trying to be friendly.

"Ah...you are wise to want to show others how to use their magic in the right way. What are you teaching?"

"Harry is teaching the younger students Potions and Transfiguration," Severus spoke up proudly. "She will also be doing independent study with both me and my uncle for her Potions Master exam."

"Do you like potions?" Arsinoe inquired as Remus finished unpacking the utensils.

"It can be very interesting, but I am not a natural at it," Harry responded before turning to speak with Remus. "What did the elves pack us for lunch Moony?"

"We have some Butterbeer, and Apple cider to drink, some finger sandwiches of egg or tuna salad, and some fried chicken. There also seems to be some potato salad and cole slaw."

"What is there for dessert?" Phaedra asked with a big grin.

"Hmm...How about some home made cherry pie?" he answered pulling it out from the basket.

"Yummy," Phaedra answered, eyes wide with delight.

"I think someone has a sweet tooth," Arsinoe laughed.

"She sure does," Harry nodded smiling.

They all settled down to eat, and talked about the upcoming school year. Arsinoe was looking forward to teaching the Ancient Egyptian and Native American mysticism to the advanced students in the fifth through seventh year. She also wanted to work with Harry, and show her some of the spells she thought would be of interest to her. Harry understood that she was actually referring to the magic she needed to learn in an effort to stop Voldemort.

It was decided that Harry would work with Severus on the days she had Potions classes and Arsinoe in the evenings. Harry adamantly refused to work with either of them on the weekends since she wanted some time to rest and grade the student's papers when necessary. Harry was beginning to relax with Arsinoe, but she was still uncertain of her, and periodically scanned her emotions. She could tell the older witch was hiding something, but she did not sense anything dishonest. She decided she would continue to monitor the witch until she was satisfied Arsinoe could be trusted and planned to discuss her feelings with the Headmaster.

Following their meal, they were all stretched out on the blanket, and the adults would have liked to just sit and relax, but Phaedra had other plans.

"Let's go and see the Quidditch Pitch, Miss Harry. Can I see you fly today?"

"I will take you down to the Pitch, but I am not flying today. I want to take you through the castle," Harry told her as they all rose and started walking in the direction of the field.

"How many ghosts are in the castle, Harry?" Arsinoe asked.

"I never really counted them, but each house had its own ghost and then there is Professor Binns, he is the ghost that teaches History of Magic, and Moaning Myrtle. She is a student who was killed over fifty years ago by the basilisk. Then there is Peeves the Poltergeist. I believe some of the castle's rooms are haunted as well."

"You need to be careful since all kinds of things happen since the castle is enchanted," Remus joined in.

"I would suggest you try and steer clear of Peeves too," Severus warned her. "He can be quite bothersome."

"Yeah, he loves to make trouble for Severus," Harry laughed, her mood lightening.

"I will remember that the next time he hits you with a water balloon," Severus remarked glaring at her.

"He never seems to bother me, Sev. I think he just likes to torment you because he knows he can get you angry," Remus grinned good-naturedly.

"Humph...He's just an arrogant and nasty little sneak. The only ones who can control him are the Headmaster and the Baron," Snape replied as they entered the Quidditch stadium.

"So, what do you think of our Quidditch pitch?" Harry inquired studying Arsinoe for her reaction.

"It is far larger than I expected. It is almost the size of a regulation stadium. I'm impressed. Professor Lupin said you were the seeker. What was your record like?"

"I didn't keep track."

"That's not true," Remus smiled, "Harry is just modest. She only lost two games in her entire career, and one of those was in the students versus teachers tournament put on during the war."

"And the other one?"

"She passed out and fell off her broom when the Dementors came onto the pitch in her third year. She is highly susceptible to their influence," Severus remarked trying to sound casual, but Harry didn't miss the warning intended for Arsinoe.

"Cedric tried to get the game thrown out. He didn't feel that Hufflepuff won fairly. He was a really nice guy," Harry said sadly, a far away look in her eyes.

"A noble sentiment. Did he graduate with you?" Arsinoe asked as they began walking back towards the castle.

"Cedric is dead, Miss Darkmoon, and all because of me," she answered bitterly.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand."

"Mr. Diggory was murdered by Voldemort following the last Triwizard Tournament. He and Harry had decided to claim the championship for the school together. They had no way of knowing the winner's cup was a portkey intended to deliver Harry directly into the Dark Lord's hands."

"First thing the bastard did was to have Wormtail kill Cedric, then he stunned me and tied me to his father's grave. Wormtail did the blood and bone spell and Voldemort had a new body." Harry was unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. "Won't this ever end?" she sighed under her breath.

"Miss Harry, I think you said a bad word. Mummy would wash your mouth out with soap."

"Yech, I'm glad she's not here," Harry chuckled. Phaedra had a way of lightening her mood.. "How about I race you back to the castle? You can have a head start."

"Uncle will you start us?"

"Very well, on the count of three," Severus directed, "one...two..." Phaedra started running, "three."

"Severus you told her mentally to cheat and go on two. That is not a good thing," Harry reprimanded as the little girl ran towards the castle.

"Just like a Slytherin," Remus remarked.

"Well then, it's time Phaedra learned how to loose gracefully and not to cheat." Harry looked over at Severus evilly. "Two can play at this game." Harry transformed in the blink of an eye, and the beautiful Phoenix flew after the little girl.

"Ooohhh...Albus told me, but I never expected to see her transform so soon. She's beautiful." Arsinoe's golden eyes glowed with pleasure. "If only she will trust me, she could be one of the few witches in the world to become Animagimultiplico. She fears the serpent within her, and as you would call our feathered and winged serpents, a dragon. She may have others within her too, but the phoenix and the serpent are the dominant ones. She must allow the serpent to emerge and learn to merge the two of them into the feathered serpent. She will need to use both the soul of the phoenix and the cunning of the serpent along with her lion's heart if she is to prevail and stop the darkness, which has begun.

"Arsinoe, if I may be so bold as to call you by your first name," Remus looked at her with a boyish grin, "how do you know that she has these other animagus forms?"

"I am able to walk with the spirits," she answered unsure of how to explain.

"You go into a trance?" Severus looked on with interest.

"Yes and no. I am able to do what I believe Harry did last night. My spirit can leave my body and communicate with my ancestors."

"You can do this at any time?" Remus asked amazed.

"No, it is not that simple. You need the right conditions. I often need to use incense and a circle of fire to create what we call a vision quest. There are also various plants such as Velada mushrooms and San Pedro Cactus to make the Peyote, a powerful potion to enhance my visions.

"I know of the potion to which you refer. I understand the shamans are frequently healers too," Severus considered thoughtfully, "are you one as well?"

"Among my people I am a healer. I understand Harry is one as well?"

"Yes. She has a natural talent. She has healed both of us," Snape replied.

"Did Harry really leave her body?" Remus questioned in disbelief. "Or was it just her connection with Voldemort that caused her to see what was happening?"

"I believe she had what is commonly called an out of body experience. Her spirit guide led her to the Dark One who is her enemy. Remember, the Dark One was not yet resurrected, when she began her quest. His spirit was still among those that dwell in the house of shadows," Arsinoe explained. "She is a complex young woman with much to learn."

"I understand that among your people everyone has a spirit guide. How do you know what it is?"

"We go into a meditative state; much like Professor McGonagall told me is used in your culture to determine if one can become an animagus. We discussed the principles yesterday over lunch. A person can have more than one spirit guide and will often assume that animal shape as an animagus."

"But not everyone is an animagus," Snape reflected aloud.

"And what about persons with the rare ability of having more than one animagus form or the ability to produce a Patronus?" Remus chimed in with fascination.

"They are powerful individuals and need the guidance of more than one spirit. A Patronus is also another form of spirit guide," Arsinoe stated as they approached the two girls who were waiting at the castle steps. "I think we should continue this topic later on. I would really like to get to know Harry better over the next few days," Arsinoe whispered, and the two men understood that she did not want to upset Harry now that she had started to make an attempt to accept Arsinoe's presence.

"Uncle Severus, Miss Harry cheated. She can fly," Phaedra pouted, running up to them.

"I believe you did too. You didn't wait until the count of three. Harry told you she would give you a head start," Snape looked down his nose in amusement.

"But I wanted to win," she protested.

"Ah...the Slytherin influence is beginning to raise its sneaky head," Harry sneered, as they entered the castle and began to climb the stairs to the upper portions of the old building.

"As is yours," Severus countered.

"You're wrong. I merely showed her that if you cheat it doesn't necessarily guarantee you will come out on top. Somewhere along the line, there will be a price to pay and justice will prevail. In the end you will get your just desserts."

"Miss Harry," Phaedra looked confused, "cheating means you are getting dessert?"

"No, Phaedra, it is just an expression. It means you will be caught and punished for not playing fairly," Remus winked, ruffling Phaedra's blond curls.

Suddenly they were all jolted as the stairs started to move. Phaedra almost fell and Harry and Severus had to catch her. Remus grabbed Arsinoe around the waist, and they both blushed as he helped to steady her.

"I take it Albus didn't mention that stair cases can move?" Remus smiled, releasing her.

"No...No he didn't."

"Wheeeee....This is fun!" Do they do anything else?"

"There are several trick steps that you can sink into and get stuck," Harry laughed. "We will point them out as we go along and some of the enchanted rooms can be a bit unpleasant, so you need to be careful."

"I like the paintings on the walls," Phaedra giggled, "they make funny faces and talk to you."

"Are all of the portraits imprinted with the personalities of the person they represent?" Arsinoe inquired.

"Most of them," Harry answered. "The ones in the Headmaster's office are all former Headmaster's themselves. It is their job to help the current person in that position to make difficult decisions."

"Ah, here we are," Severus stated as they reached the uppermost floors. "I think we should start on the roof so Arsinoe can see the view, and then work our way down."

"I think I would like that," the elder witch agreed.

They all headed up into the tower and onto the roof with the missing gargoyle. Arsinoe caught her breath as she looked around. The view encompassed the entire area for miles.

"Miss Harry, what happened to the missing gargoyle?" Phaedra asked pausing at the empty pedestal.

"I once heard a story that a young wizard cast a spell and he flew away," she teased, green eyes dancing.

"Where did it go?"

"To the Forbidden Forest," her uncle responded, dark eyes glinting with amusement.

"Are you both teasing me?"

"Who us? Why would we do such a thing?" Severus asked straight-faced, but his eyes continued to belie his words.

"You are teasing me!" Phaedra stamped her foot getting red in the face. "Come on...what really happened to it?"

"Nobody knows," Harry shrugged, "maybe you should ask some of the portraits and let us know."

"Some of the ghosts might know too. You could ask them," Remus pointed out.

"I will. It will be my new game. I think it will be fun." Phaedra pursed her lips with a toss of her head.

"And what will you do with the gargoyle if you should find it?" Arsinoe questioned with interest.

"I will put it back where it belongs. Maybe it is enchanted too and will be able to tell me what happened," she told Arsinoe wide-eyed.

"In this castle anything is likely," her uncle agreed dryly.

"Maybe he flew away like Miss Harry can," Phaedra remarked playfully flapping her arms and pretending to fly around the roof.

"Mind the edge Phaedra," her uncle warned.

"I will Uncle...Arrrggghhh...." Phaedra screamed, tripping, and tumbled off the edge of the roof.

"Phaedra!" Severus yelled, running to the edge, followed by Remus, wands drawn in an attempt to levitate her before she hit the courtyard below.

Harry transformed in an instant and swooped past them, diving after the little girl. She caught up with her about halfway down and grasped her in her talons. Phaedra was crying and shaking with terror, as the Phoenix trilled a song to calm her while she flew back up to the roof. Once there, Severus gratefully accepted the bundle into his arms. Harry noted that his normally pale complexion had turned a ghastly shade of gray.

"She's okay, Sev," Remus stated quietly placing a hand on the other man's shoulder. "She's just scared."

"Phaedra, you are never to come up here again. Do you understand me?" Severus chided his niece, eyes moist with unshed tears.

'He really loves her,' Harry thought, moved by his show of emotion, as she resumed her human shape. "Sev, she'll be fine. Let's take her down stairs and show her how to raid the kitchen," Harry said aloud, trying to calm both the man and child.

"I think I should take her back to Circe," Severus countered sternly, covering up his feelings.

"No Uncle Sev, I want to see the castle some more. I promise to be good. Please?"

"Are you sure you're all right? Maybe we should take her to Madame Pomfrey just to make sure."

"No, I want Miss Harry," Phaedra demanded holding her arms out to the young witch.

"You Little Miss certainly know how to scare all of us," Harry smiled, running her hands along the child's form, which remained cradled in her uncle's arms.

Arsinoe watched intently as Harry used her healing powers to make certain that Phaedra was uninjured. At the same time, Harry could sense the older witch's admiration and growing respect. While still somewhat distrustful, she felt that Arsinoe posed no threat to her safety. She was also beginning to sense a special closeness to Professor Dumbledore. Maybe she and the old man really were attracted to one another. Harry immediately shrugged off the idea. However, she knew there was something between them, and felt a pang of jealousy. She too adored him, and did not want to share their special intimacy.

"Phaedra I pronounce you fit as a fiddle, and if you don't behave I will turn you into one!" Harry teased, and Phaedra giggled.

"Are you going to take formal medical training?" Arsinoe asked after Harry had finished scanning Phaedra.

"I don't plan on advanced medical training at this time, but will go to St. Mungo's to be licensed as a natural healer as soon as it is convenient. I may go for more formal studies in order to prescribe later on."

"I think you should consider it. Your talent is rare, and would be welcomed in any community."

"Right now, I have other things on my mind. I am about to start teaching, and have to do my independent study for the Potions Master exam, not to mention whatever else I need to learn right now," Harry replied, locking eyes with her, indicating she would be willing work with her while being careful not to let Phaedra know about Voldemort.

"I understand," Arsinoe nodded.

"Well Sev, shall we continue? I think Phaedra will be very unhappy if we stop now," Remus winked at the little girl.

"Please Uncle Sev? Miss Harry said I'm fine. I want to see more. I promise to hold your hand," she begged, batting her eyes at Severus.

"All right," he conceded, "but you are to stay with me at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes, uncle," she beamed hugging him before he set her down. Taking his hand, she also reached out for Harry, who smiled and took the other hand as they all departed the roof.

Harry also noted that Remus was looking like an awe struck schoolboy at Arsinoe, and wondered what he saw in her. 'Just because she's beautiful is no reason to go ogling at her. I spent five years in the boy's dorm, and for the life of me, I will never understand the way the male mind thinks. Hermione would say they think with their penises, and she's probably right," Harry thought rolling her eyes. "If I didn't distrust her, I might just consider it a good match. I swear if she hurts Remus I'll..."

"Miss Harry can we see the room of requirement?"

"Phaedra, how did you learn about the room of requirement?" Snape asked curiously looking down at his niece.

"I heard Mummy and Uncle Tiberius talking about it. Mummy said she had wanted to find a place to go over some important notes without being interrupted and used the room of requirement."

"Now that makes perfect sense," Harry agreed shaking her head affirmatively. "If the room pops up we will show it to you. It is charmed and only appears when you need it."

"Oh," Phaedra's voice echoed her disappointment.

"But we can show you the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy which is opposite the room, then if the room appears we can go inside."

"Goody! I hope it appears."

Phaedra got her wish and got to see the room of requirement. Unfortunately, she was a bit disappointed since it was simply an empty room with a desk. The room appeared only because she had wanted it to. However, she perked up when they went into the Astronomy Tower. She was more than impressed with Professor Sinistra's telescope and wished she could look through it some night. Her uncle assured her he would speak with the Astronomy Professor to get permission.

They then worked their way around the other towers, and Arsinoe was very interested in the old Divination Tower. Remus explained that the class was now taught by Firenze, a centaur, so it was downstairs, and the tower was no longer in use.

"Do you think Dumbledore will allow me to use it for my classes? I would much prefer it since I deal with ancient magic and will often incorporate mediation techniques."

"I don't see why not," Remus smiled. "I am sure it would be most appropriate for your needs."

Moving through the castle they touched on the offices of their co-workers and introduced other staff members who had started to arrive to prepare for the start of the new school year. She also met Madam Pomfrey and took a keen interest in the infirmary. Phaedra merely wrinkled her nose and dragged them away as swiftly as possible. As they moved down the fourth floor corridor Harry noted that a door swung open, and looking inside she froze. The Mirror of Erised was standing in the corner, it glass shimmering in the reflected sunlight off the windows.

"Look at the pretty mirror!" Phaedra yelled excitedly, running into the room.

"I want to see how I look."

"Phaedra, wait," Harry and Severus called in unison, but it was too late. Phaedra was standing and looking at her reflection, a puzzled expression on her face.

"What do you see, Phaedra?" Severus asked quietly.

"You are standing next to me with Miss Harry and we're all dressed up in wedding clothes. Miss Harry is a pretty bride," she said looking back over her shoulder at her uncle. Her expression was mystified. "I don't understand. You aren't even standing with me, and we're not all dressed like that."

"This is the Mirror of Erised, Phaedra. It shows you your secret desires," Dumbledore's quiet voice came from behind them in the hall."

"Headmaster, we didn't realize the mirror was here..." Harry started apologetically.

"It is all right Harry. I had Hagrid move the mirror here this morning."

"Headmaster, Phaedra obviously desires that Harry and I marry," Severus remarked amused.

"It is always a possibility, Phaedra," Dumbledore beamed.

"I have never heard of this mirror, Albus," Arsinoe spoke up softly. "You said it shows your desires?"

"Yes, Arsinoe, it shows us what we are secretly wishing for. Would you like to look into it?"

"Yes, I would," the witch smiled and moved towards the mirror.

"Come, Phaedra, allow Miss Darkmoon to look into the mirror," Severus instructed and the child reluctantly moved away.

Arsinoe stood looking at herself for a few minutes, a small smile playing about the corners of her mouth.

"What is it you see?" Dumbledore queried.

"I see myself," she smiled dreamily."

"Is that all, Arsinoe?"

"No, but since it is my innermost desire I will continue to keep it to myself," she grinned, winking at the old man.

"Harry, do you want to look in the mirror?" Arsinoe questioned.

"I have no need to do so and in fact have promised Professor Dumbledore that I would not do so ever again."

"Harry, if you wish to use the mirror I will not object," Dumbledore remarked eyes twinkling.

"No thank you Headmaster. I think I will pass, but Remus or Severus may want to look."

"No," they chorused."

"Then I will leave you all to finish your tour. I will also remind you that tonight's meeting will take place at seven o'clock."

They nodded in understanding as Dumbledore locked the door, and moved off in the opposite direction. They then continued the tour. Harry was hoping that Hermione had arrived and would be in the library, but that was not the case. She would just have to wait until later to speak with her.

Phaedra and Arsinoe both had a good time. Phaedra loved it when Harry showed her how to get into the kitchen by tickling the pear in the picture of fruit. Arsinoe was impressed with the efficiency of the house elves, and thought that Dobby was adorable. She also commended him for his loyalty. The elf blushed and hid behind his ears. Finally, they toured the dungeons, and Arsinoe was very interested in the Potions classroom.

"Miss Darkmoon, if you wish I can make the work area available should you need to mix any potions you may require in your work," Severus offered.

"That would be ideal, Professor Snape. I can tell you are interested in some of the mixtures my people prepare for our ceremony and would be happy to share them with you."

"I would be most grateful. I am always interested in learning new techniques. Would you mind if my uncle also looked in?"

"Not at all. I understand you are both highly adept in your craft."

"It is a specialty in our family."

"Perhaps Harry and Remus would also like to learn something about our potions?" she invited.

"Unfortunately I am not adept at potions. Defense Against the Dark Arts is my specialty as is Care of Magical Creatures, being one myself," Remus smiled.

"Then if you wish I can get you some information on our protection wards and other spells you might be interested in. I also have some information on some of our American cousins to the Dugbog and Clabbert which you might wish to share with your magical creatures classes."

"I would like that very much. I would also be interested in your customs pertaining to werewolves."

"Of course," she smiled warmly, "I know that it must be difficult for you. Maybe our views and customs will help those of you here in Europe that are brothers to the wolf to be better accepted and less feared."

"I hope so, although I don't foresee any miracles," Remus sighed.

"Harry would you like to learn some new potions?" Arsinoe questioned turning her attention back to the younger witch.

"I would be more interested in some of your defense techniques," Harry remarked casually so as not to alert Phaedra. It is one of my specialties along with Transfiguration."

"Then I will be happy to share what I have," Arsinoe agreed, pleased by Harry's agreeing to work with her. "Now if you will all excuse me I would like to go and freshen up before dinner."

"I need to get Phaedra back to her mother, and want to speak with the Headmaster," Snape remarked, "so we may as well all go back upstairs together."

"I agree," Remus nodded. "Come on Harry, let's go and see what Padfoot has been up to this afternoon. Didn't he promise you a ride on his motorcycle?"

"As a matter of fact, he did, Harry grinned.

They all left the dungeons together. While she was not looking forward to the meeting of the Order, she was excited to be seeing Hermione and Ron. She wished she could fill them in ahead of time about Voldemort but knew Dumbledore would be angry with her if she did so. Making a mental note to speak with them after the meeting she determined to have them help her put a plan of action into place. It was only a matter of time until Voldemort once again made his presence known.

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