The Potion Master's Spring Break Holiday chapter one

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Summary:

This is a sequel.   First read "The Potion Master's Appliance", and "The Potion Master's Thank-You" second.   Be sure to read the "Author's Notes" (below), next, to avoid confusion, because there have been major changes to the original plotline.   Then read this story.  

In this story, Stella visits Severus at Hogwarts, and meets Remus and the rest of the staff.   The relationship between Severus and Stella develops.  

In this chapter, one learns more about the existing relationship betwen Severus and Stella, and how it is already beginning to change...

Disclaimer:

Of course, as everyone already knows, these characters (except for my copyrighted creation, the character of Stella) are J.K. Rowling's and belong entirely to her and to her rightful agents and assignees...   I am making no money from this endeavor and I intend no copyright or trademark infringement(s) upon her rights.

This story (and the character of Stella, and the Latin spells & incantations of my own manufacture) are copyrighted and intended for personal distribution only.   Any other distribution is prohibited without the author's explicit consent.

Author’s Notes:

Sometimes it happens that an author, who has written a very successful early work, and then later writes more works that are successful (and better works, in general) dislikes the earlier work. Sometimes, even, that author dislikes the early work so much that s/he decides to go back to that set of characters/plot-situation and re-write it differently (an alternate story, if you will). Or else, write a sequel in which certain things are changed enough so that there is conflict with the story-line of the earlier work and that of the later work.  

Certainly, the esteemed sci-fi author, Arthur C. Clarke, found this to be true. He so disliked some thing/s in his earliest work, "Against the Fall of Night"*, that, many decades later, he finally did something about it -- he wrote what was ostensibly a sequel, "Beyond the Fall of Night". However, in this sequel, he changed "history" in the original plot line more than a little. In essence, he re-wrote history.  

He allowed the original work to stay on the market, right alongside his newer novel on bookstore shelves. So far as I am aware, he also never said much (in interviews) about this discrepancy, other than to explain that he was so dissatisfied for so long that he finally did something about [it] -- and that that was his prerogative.  

It so happens that James Blish (also a sci-fi genre author) did the same with one or two of his short stories.  

Equally true is that sometimes an author likes his/her earlier work, but just wants to try it in a different tone (read both versions of Robin McKinley's "Beauty and the Beast").  

There is a lot of spill-over between the sci-fi and fantasy genres. I am a fantasy-genre author (such as it is, even though I am a still-as-yet-unpublished one. LOL)  

I choose to stand in the august company of these very successful authors, and have what it takes to go back and change what I wrote to make a better overall story. I am now better than I was when I first started writing, and I care enough about these characters, the general plot idea/story, and my general reputation to make them better, especially when I know that I possess that ability!  

I have decided to follow these authors' lead, and leave the first two original short stories ("The Potion Master's Appliance" and "The Potion Master's Thank-You") 'published' (posted on the Werewolf Registry) "as is"… and to post this explanation… and to post the new improved story as well.  

I was about half-way through the writing of "The Potion Master's Easter Holiday", when I came to an upsetting realization (thanks in large part to my betas, Mincot and Versipelles, and to a lesser degree to friends like Alkari and Remus4ever). The plot device [that of the two wizards' "gentleman's agreement" to pretend that Remus steals Stella away from Severus] I was using to force Severus Snape and Remus Lupin to work together despite their intense dislike/hatred of each other, simply was not working. Not only was this plot device not working, worse, it was forcing Remus Lupin so far OoC (out of character) that my Remus was, in turn, forcing everyone else OoC. J.K. Rowlings' characters, Sev and Remy, deserve far better than that! And I'd like to think that my own character, Stella, is good enough to also deserve better treatment, too. I have therefore re-written "The Potion Master's Easter Holiday" and made major plot changes. It is a far better story, and it properly sets up the next fic, "The Potion Master's Summer Holiday", and what will indeed be the final not-yet-named fic in this series, an epilogue-sort of short story, set far in their future.  

I humbly offer you the option of enjoying both the earlier works and the newer, better works. Enjoy!  
~~ ChorneyVolk ~~

Thanks to Kate Griffith and to Durayan for giving me the original idea that spawned these fics.  

Thanks also go to my husband, and to Mincot of Werewolf Registry & Sugar Quill, for originally beta-reading my story, and to my "Latin-beta", Versipelles, (also of the Werewolf Registry), to Alkari of the Werewolf Registry for lots of feedback and discussion on the plotline in general, and to ___, my SQ beta.

Remus-Lupin-Muse and Severus-Snape-Muse are still driving me to tell the rest of their story.  

This chapter's title, "Ex Animo", is, of course, the familiar Latin phrase meaning "From the heart; Sincerely" (found, amongst other sources, in Robin Langley Sommer's "Note Bene: A Guide to Familiar Latin Quotes & Phrases").   The reference is the obvious: All of the letters between Stella & Sev are signed with this very notion.  

This chapter is written in the all-too-familiar style known as "belles lettres".   It is not in any particular sub-style or likeness of this style (that I am aware of…) and it is far too common to name all the well-known authors who've used it.   Suffice it to say that, having learned this style of literature waaaaaaaaay back (over 20 years ago is all I'll admit to!) in junior high school, it is a well-established norm, and as such, there is no plagiarism involved in its use here...

As to the Latin spells (except for the ones from JKR's books, which we all know well, on sight), all are solely of my own manufacture (with the gracious assistance of Latin Master Versipelles), and copyrighted.   I will mention them, as they appear in the story, in the Author's Notes in the beginning of the first chapter in which they appear. 

The following explains how I calculated the exchange rates of Wizarding galleons to British pounds stirling and/or to American dollars:
   First: At the time I did these calculations, the exchange rate was £1=$1.46, which I rounded up, for simplicity to $1.50.
   Second: I then took an "educated guess", assuming that wizarding coinage are in fact solid gold, silver, bronze... -- based on (1) my knowledge of the prices of gold, silver, and bronze (as base metals) on the international market, and (2) my experiences as a rather seasoned traveler, knowing which sorts of countries prefer the American dollar in cash over the supposed-equivalent in local tender and vice-versa -- to calculate a likely exchange rate for the wizarding gold galleon to either British poound stirling OR the American dollar.
   Third: The [HP/SS] movie says (sign posted in Gringott's) that: 1 gold galleon = 17 silver sickles = 29 bronze knuts.
I came up, ultimately, with the following exchange rate: 1 gold galleon = £3 = $4.50.
So... there you have it!   Anyone who wishes to use this exchange rate for their own fic(s) may do so, just as long as s/he credits ME with the calculations.   Further, you may use my explanation of how I arrived at those calculations so that your readers may understand... and agree.

The Potion Master's Easter Holiday

Chapter 1: Ex Animo



                          Dear Severus,

       I received your letter the day before yesterday.   I hope you
don't mind, but I decided to keep the poor creature here to rest. It
must be quite a grueling voyage, even for a falcon!   He's very nice,
and he seems to have appreciated the coddling I offered to him.   He
didn't bother much with the cats, nor with the dog, and they certainly
left him well alone. I wished I knew his name, since he clearly is
highly intelligent, and I felt badly about having to call him "birdie",
or, as I finally chose, "honey".

       The idea of visiting Hogwarts is intriguing.   Will a Muggle
be permitted there?   Will it be dangerous to me?   More to the point,
I wonder if I will be the laughingstock as the "local village idiot"!  
No matter, Severus; If you are willing to have me there, then I am
certainly willing to come.   I do miss you, too, you know…

       As to how you spend your summer holiday… You need not make
that decision until the last minute, actually, since I will have made
my own plans by then, and those plans will be fairly flexible, if
need be.   I intend to stay at my own home in Blue Fields and, with
friends in Saint Anne's parish and Treasure Beach.   I also intend to
stay up in Accompong for a while, as well.   Now, I know there isn't
any opera in Jamaica, but there are concerts, if you're willing to try
listening to an entirely different sort of music for a change of pace...
Or, perhaps you'd rather to climb the famed Blue Mountain?   The flora
and fauna are incredibly beautiful and you won't see the like anywhere
else...   I haven't done that for a few years…
 

       By the way, I just received a visit from the F.B.M.M.A.(in case
you don't know it, that's the Federal Bureau of Magic and Magical
Affairs -- the American equivalent, I believe, of your own Ministry of
Magic).   It seems that the proprietor of the Flying Carpet delivery
service in Sensation Alley in Manhattan ---- comparable to your Diagon
Alley in London ---- is suing me for damages (the alleged loss of those
two barn owls that delivered your gift)!   It seems that he's claiming
that they never returned, and that they are "missing, presumed dead of
heart failure, somewhere over the Atlantic".   A likely story, if you ask
me! (Not!)
 

       The F.B.M.M.A. agent suggested that I retain a wizarding attorney.  
American law is quite specific: One must prove one's alleged damages!
Since the owner of Flying Carpet can't produce the dead bodies…   He is
out of luck!   Besides, I paid him to deliver the package to you at
Hogwarts; It was he who chose the birds and dispatched them.   He knew --
or ought to have known -- whether or not those particular birds were
capable of handling such a job.   Really, he's just lucky that he didn't
lose the package during the delivery and that I need not sue him for
such damages!

       I'm glad you like your "potions processor", Severus.  Has Professor
Flitwick helped you to charm it to work yet?

               
               Yours,
                        Stella



                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

                   Dear Stella,

      Please do forgive the long delay in my response. I have been quite
busy.   Although I have not found the time to write you in several weeks,
rest assured that I have thought of you constantly, my dear.  

       My falcon's name is Mercury, and I am sure that he enjoyed your
kind ministrations.  

         Stella, do not allow that charlatan in Sensation Alley to take
advantage of you!  He certainly ought to be able to judge properly the
capabilities of his own delivery birds.   That is the entire point of his
particular business.   Please keep me apprised of that situation.  

      Perhaps we should consider the purchase of a good, sturdy post bird
for you... a falcon like Mercury, for example.  

      Of course, I shall have to ask Headmaster Dumbledore for
permission to have you visit me, but the paperwork for the request is
standard, and it's hardly unusual for faculty to have guests during holidays.
I see no reason why the Headmaster ought to deny us permission.   In fact,
I rather suspect that he will be delighted.  

      There is nothing here which poses any danger to you, and no one will
dare to laugh at my guest!   In any case, there are a good number of
students here of Muggle origins, and Headmaster Dumbledore is quite adamant
in his views that, in the best interests of both worlds, Muggle-Wizard
relations ought to be encouraged -- within reasonable boundaries, in any case.

      As to Easter holiday, I think it best if I collect you at your home, and
bring you to Hogwart's.   There is plenty of time in which to obtain the
required special permission from the Ministry of Magic and the Federal Bureau
of Magic and Magical Affairs, and to set things up here at Hogwart's, so that
one of your fireplaces can be hooked into the general Floo network.   Although
it's rather unusual for the Floo network at Hogwarts to be connected to the
general Floo network at large, it has been done before, for various reasons,
and it's hardly a security risk for so temporary a connection.   Since you are
coming from such a distance, Headmaster Dumbledore is likely to agree -- and
if he does, it will likely be permitted.   My next letter should contain more
of the specifics.  
          Until then ~
           I remain yours,
                    Severus


                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

                     Dear Severus,

       I've found a suitable post bird; it is a turkey vulture.  

       Now, before you laugh... or worse, get upset... let me
explain.   I know how ugly they are, and I know that they are usually
known to be nasty, and yes, they are indeed huge.   Nevertheless, it
is patently untrue that they are nasty; rather, they are, in fact,
known (even wild ones) to befriend humans, and they are quite
social (more so than most birds) and they love to play games.  
They are also very sturdy, posess very high intelligence, have few
natural enemies (besides man, that is), and can easily cross the
thousands of miles routinely.   They live exclusively off of carrion,
and are indeed unable to hunt or kill.   They are, despite being
quite large (2.5- to 3-feet long, 6-foot wingspan) and ferocious-looking,
not at all dangerous, as their smallish claws and weak grip
precludes them from grasping strongly, as owls, eagles, and
similar birds of prey do.   That is why they cannot kill.   They
are, of course, unknown in Britian, but they do cross large
bodies of water here, and they often are found living in swampy
areas of brackish water and fresh water, as well as drier areas,
and even in the desert here.

    The one I've found is for sale, and he is rather nice.   In fact,
he likes to play with a soccer ball. (I'm very serious... he'll
toss it to you with his head, and then, chase after it, when
you toss the ball back to him!)  He was carefully hand-trained
and the seller will fully guarantee it's temperament.   The
only concern is this: What will English Muggles think
when they see one flying overhead?   I don't know...   What do
you think, Severus?  

     Another option that has been suggested to me is this: that
I buy a well-house-tamed and trained ern, tern, or some sort
of gull.   But, of course, those are most usually used by delivery
and courier services, where they aren't in too close contact
with people and house pets...   I'd most likely have to pay a
lot for a trainer-wizard to give it extra housebreaking training.  
Of course, the beneift to a gull of some sort is obvious; they
can land on the water to rest as they need to...   I'd appreciate
your advice on this matter.  

          Yours,
                    Stella



                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

                     Dear Stella,

       I am not sure that this turkey vulture is the right bird
for your needs.   I wish you'd not make the purchase until I am
able to come and see him for myself.   The issue is not the money,
as I know that you are well able to get the best price that
anyone can.   In your own world, you are far better at that than
I am; I do not care enough to bargain, whereas you do seem to
enjoy it a great deal.   But, the wizarding world is still very
new to you, and I do not want someone unscrupulous to
to take unfair advantage of you.   Why not wait until I collect
you for holiday?   I can see him then.  

      That brings me to other matters at hand...   Headmaster
Dumbledore has not only graciously given his permission for you
to visit, but he is now awaiting the holiday nearly as anxiously
as I am, I do believe.   He may well see more in your visit than
there actually is; He is rather paternal, a mentor to me, and...
let us just say that he would love to see me "settled" --
regardless of what I myself might want.   Also... as you well know,
my dear, I am an intensely private person, and we have talked at
great length, in the past, about the emotional 'masks' that each
of us wears publicly.   In fact, it might behoove us both for me
to remind you of that one evening, when we talked until well after
the fire died down, that night you chided me for my "stiffness"
and "rigid reserve" in public.   Do you remember that?   I told you
then that that was my outward face, my dear, and that even for you,
I found myself unable to drop it.   You do know that I care for you
a great deal, do you not?   But that public mask is even more
firmly in place here, where I am on constant display, and where I
must remain professional at all times.   I walk a very fine line,
one of which the Headmaster is well aware, and I cannot change that,
even to please you.   I do hope am sure that you will understand,
my dear.   In any case, to return to the subject of the Headmaster's
views of this visit, do not let his meddlesome tendencies bother
you; He is an old man, and he is constantly reminding me that, as
such, it is his prerogative to be that way.  

      I miss you, my dear... even more than usual.   I am at a loss
to explain this.   I find it increasingly difficult to wait for
Easter holiday.   Alas, I must wait, as I cetainly have no time
until then.  

     I would like to Floo into your home after the students leave
that Friday that Easter holiday begins.   Your fireplace will, by
then, be hooked into the magical Floo network, I have been assured.
May I suggest that either your formal parlour or your sitting room
(forgive me, but I am still confused as to which is what you call
your 'living space' and which is your 'denning space'...) fireplaces
are most appropriate?   Do let me know which one you've chosen to
be "public" with your next letter.  

          Until then ~
           I remain yours,
                       Severus

                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

                     Dear Severus,

     The merchant who is selling this lovely turkey vulture
(this is the one I told you about in my last letter to you) has
agreed to allow me to send him with this letter, as a trial run.  
If he performs satisfactorily, I shall buy him for $1275 -- that
should be about 285 galleons, 8 sickles, 15 knuts if the exchange
rate you calculated for me last year is still comparable to what
it was then.  

     He ought to last me, even at this extreme usage, a few
decades, since he is still quite young.   Isn't he wonderful?  
I will call him Franklin -- after Benjamin Franklin, one of my
country's greatest statesmen, and, of course, one of the founding
fathers of my country.   He shan't know his name, yet, of course,
but you should use it, as will I, so that he can learn it.   He's
quite clever.   If you have the time (and the inclination), do
kick a soccer ball -- or whatever equivalent you wizards have
got -- about with him; he loves that so...   Or perhaps, a few
of your students will be interested...  

     Come to think of it, Severus... I don't recall you ever
mentioning sports of any sort to me... I know British Muggles
play soccer, although they call it 'football', which is very strange
to my American ears, since our game of football is quite different!  
Do wizards even play soccer?   It's played with a black-and-white
ball that's round -- about 15 inches or so in diameter -- and it's
fairly rigid, yet still somewhat soft.   Whereas American football
is played with a very different ball completely.   That one is
slightly smaller, and, instead of being round, it's... sort of
elliptical in shape, with pointed ends.  

     My 'living space' -- what you so quaintly call my 'formal
parlour' -- is my 'living room', and my 'denning space' --
known in former eras as a 'sitting room' -- is my den... Severus!
Good grief!   I believe that the den is the best place for my
"public fireplace", since that fire is lit most of the winter, and
the fireplace in the formal living room is not (it's lit only when
I have company).  
               Yours,
                         Stella



                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

                    Dear Stella,

    I must confess that when Franklin first arrived here, I thought
you had gone completely mad.   I must inform you that that behemoth
of yours caused a serious commotion when he arrived at breakfast
several days ago.   He terrified quite a number of the smaller owls,
and he certainly gave quite a fright to the rest of us, as well!
Students and staff.   He came soaring in here, far more
gigantic than any of us had realized a vulture could possibly be.  
What sorts of animals have you Americans?  

    At any rate, he attempted to land on the Head Table, and,
unfortunately, he rather more used it as a runway, as it took him
most of the length of the table ultimately to come to a halt.   He
frightened Professor McGonagall so badly that she actually drew
her wand! (something I thought never to see!)   The creature then
waddled to the Headmaster, reached out, and nipped the tip of his
nose, before taking a large piece of ham from a platter (no, not
from one of our plates, but from the platter of clean food).   Only
after eating this piece of ham, did the wretched beast then turn,
and come over to me, and extend his leg to allow me to untie your
letter.   As soon as I released the letter from him, he wandered
over to Professor Lupin, and stepped towards the man's face until
they were quite literally nose-to-nose and attempting to stare each
other down.   Now, under most circumstances, I would hardly care if
the bird ate Professor Lupin, truthfully... but Lupin is our Defence
Against the Dark Arts instructor, and I feared for the bird's life
-- and your feelings -- should Lupin (who as been quite an ogre
these past few days -- as he usually is the week before a full moon.
I shall explain that more fully when you arrive.) have decided to
hex him!  

     At that point, Headmaster Dumbledore (who is usually good with
animals) and Rubeus Hagrid (who is our grounds- and games-keeper,
as well as our Care of Magical Creatures instructor, quickly came
over and drew the bird's attention away from Lupin, and began to
pet him in the hopes of quieting him.   He seemed to enjoy their
attentions, and he preened, for a while.  

    The next thing we knew, it -- he -- had, for some reason, taken
the notion to fly straight up to the top of the ceiling, and, began
to cruise the Hall! Now, I remembered what you had said about carrion
eaters, my dear, and so I was not concerned for the students' welfare,
but they were not so sanguine about the beast's intentions.  

    If that wasn't upsetting enough, he dived randomly down to the
students' tables, grabbing bits of food as interested him, frightening
the students badly enough that most of them flung themselves underneath
their tables, while others pulled out their wands and began to throw
hexes at him.   Now, Stella, please do not be concerned, my dear. The
spells that did reach him were minor, and I was able to remove them
easily and quickly; most of the students were so afraid that their aim
was abysmal.   In fact, I must remember to point this out to Professor
Lupin, as it is quite obvious that he is being remiss when teaching the
students how to handle dangerous situations with care.   And, of course,
the Headmaster restored order before your bird could be hit by one or
two spells.  

     Headmaster Dumbledore had visited your country many times in his
youth, and he says that he realized quickly that the bird meant no harm,
and was only looking about... and perhaps showing himself off.   He said
further that this vulture looks remarkably like an eagle, when in flight,
except that he is much larger, and the fact that his head is red -- not
white or yellow, like American eagles' heads are... Is that true?   Are
eagles as ugly as this fellow?   I was under the impression that eagles
were majestic birds. Although, I must admit, after seeing your Franklin
in flight (both in the Great hall that morning, and since, out of
doors... he does indeed look more graceful than anything I've ever seen
fly before...  

     Once the initial confusion had abated, most of the staff did agree
that he is a spectacular bird... In fact, despite his rocky beginning,
your Franklin seems to have made friends rather quickly, here.   The
sole exception is Professor Flitwick, who remains quite frightened of
the bird.   No wonder, since the creature is almost the same height as
Professor Flitwick, and must be very alarming to him!   Even Lupin finds
Franklin amusing.   He has even, along with Madam Hooch and Hagrid,
found the time to play with the beast with broomsticks and a quaffle.  
(I'll explain these strange-sounding things once you've arrived here;
They are all parts of a soccer-like game we wizards play.   If I told
you in this letter, you'd never believe me, anyway; It is a thing that
must be demonstrated.)  

    In fact, he has proven so popular that we have kept him a few extra days,
both to socialize him to people some more, and to try to train him to
behave better in the Great Hall.   At any rate, Franklin has "passed
muster", and you should purchase him.   The price is no great bargain,
but it is a fair price for such a bird.  

     Now, as to your visit...   Today is Tuesday; In a fortnight
plus two days (Friday), I shall Floo to your home at 2:00pm --
which is 9:00am to you.   That will allow us enough time, without
rushing, to take supper here at Hogwart's.   I recommend that you
refrain from eating breakfast, as the first experience of Floo travel
can be quite distressing, physically, although I assure you that the
discomfort passes quickly.   Hogwarts regularly provides ample meals.
Should you desire to eat a light late lunch, one will be available. (I
should point out here that wizarding methods of providing meals for
large numbers of people do not result in the nearly-inedible quality
of food served at most Muggle institutions and large gatherings. If you
arrive on Friday, that will give us an eight- or nine-day visit.   Your
home will be part of the Floo network, for the duration of your visit,
and you can wait until sometime during the second Sunday to return
home... if it suits you to stay here that long.   You may of course
return home at any time.  

    I eagerly look forward to your visit, Stella, my dear.  
         Until then ~
           I remain yours,
                     Severus

 

~~~   ~~~   ~~~

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