Chapter Eight: Problems

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's affiliated characters, places, or things. Those are owned by JK Rowling and affiliated companies. This plot is mine, however, and sadly for me, I can't/won't make money off this. Such is life.

A/N: I LIVE... no we all knew that already. I misspelt Nicolas Flamel's name in chapter five, and have corrected it. I really have nothing else to say so on with the story.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Monday, January 17th 8:05 AM

Great Hall

Nicolas was sitting there in a conjured chair watching Ms Potter take her potion. He smiled as the girl flinched slightly at the pain she felt. She was handling it better than he would be that's for sure. The fact that one of his greatest students did this to her was unconscionable. He guessed that she was a couple of minutes late in taking her potion. The two young ladies sitting beside her were leaning in and whispering into her ears. The other's across the table reached over and patted her on her hand. Some of the gentlemen sitting at the around them were cast a glance down the table at someone. If Nicolas had to make a guess it was the young redhead who was glaring daggers at the three young ladies.

'I wonder what his problem is.' Nicolas thought that it might have something to do with young men being idiots. The boy probably thought he was meant for Ms Potter, and if he were a betting man he'd put a few galleons Albus having something to do with this mindset. 'I'll have to take a peek into the young man's head later. If he was in the same class as Ms Potter he'd have to make sure he didn't harm her. That would be the last thing she needed right now.

Nicolas shook his head and looked at his watch. It was 8:30 now. He would have to get the note he had for Ms Potter to her before her first class. Nicolas stood up, and silently dispelled the chair. He silently cast a Quietus Charm on his feet. He then started walking towards Ms Potter. He aptly dodged some students walking his way, and he slowed his pace so he didn't walk into someone. Once he drew near he started focusing on what Ms Potter was saying.

"I am telling you, Dean, the bastard just told me that I was making a mistake in not trusting him. I mean the BASTARD knows I am going to be taking these two out on a date. I mean to be fair I was surprised as he was when he told me that Pansy STOLE Fawkes from Dumbledore. First I don't think that's possible, and secondly, I don't think you would survive the attempt." Ms Potter took a sip of her pumpkin juice before continuing. "What gets me is he told you guys he was going to prove I was bewitched?"

The three other gentlemen nodded their heads. The taller of the three boys was the first to answer the young woman. He sounded like someone had kicked his puppy at this moment. "Yes, and to be quite frank Jasmine I don't know if McGonagall is going to let him sleep in our dorms anymore. When we brought this to her attention she'd told us that Lavender had told her that she heard Ron plotting to slip a love potion to you as he walked up to the boys' dorms. She didn't hear much of it cause he was walking away, but what she did hear made it seem like he was going to use a potion on you for the rest of your life."

Nicolas growled low at this little tidbit of information. He never thought someone would be this low, much less stupid enough to talk about there plans in a public place. This Ronald didn't seem like the most trustworthy of young men, and to be quite frank the boy shouldn't be unsupervised from this point forward in Nicolas' opinion. Nicolas shook his head to clear his thoughts as he heard Jasmine's voice fill the air.

"Neville, I know what you are thinking, and I appreciate it, really I do. However, I don't think you guys taking matters into your own hands is a smart action... right now." Jasmine looked between the young men. "Dean, Seamus, Neville I trust you guys like you were my brothers, but I will never truly trust Ron. Well, I STOPPED trusting him about a week and a half ago. I noticed how he was looking at me, and it made me kind of ill, to be frank." Jasmine sounded rather disgusted about something, and Nicolas didn't think he wanted to know what was causing this distress. His actions to correct it if it involved this young boy might not be a 'light sided' thing to do. "The bastard was trying to undress me with every look he gave me, and I think he thought I wasn't looking at him."

Nicolas was going to keep listening, but he needed to give Jasmine this letter now before they left for class. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his message. He slowly walked towards Ms Potter.

XoXoXoXoX

Jasmine was sitting there looking at her only male friends, and she didn't know which of them wanted to kill Ronald first. Though if she were to place a knut on it the man would probably be Neville. The other two looked like they wanted to jump Douche Nozzle 167. It wasn't like Jasmine was against Ronald getting the shite beat out of him, but she didn't think it needed to happen TODAY. Maybe tomorrow, maybe two weeks from just to make him wonder why it was happening. Just thinking about this made her smile.

The sound of Seamus' voice pulled her out of the joyful thought of Seamus and Dean beating Ron nearly to death. "I am telling you guys that if he GIVES me the chance to 'correct' him I will do it."

Hermione smiled as she swatted Seamus on the hand lightly. "Seamus do not waste your PRECIOUS time on him. You could always use it to plan a better correction you know." Jasmine said this with a smile. As she took a sip of her pumpkin juice she felt something slip into her pocket.

Before she could check on what that was Seamus asked: "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

Jasmine reached into her pocket and felt parchment resting in her pocket. She was wondering who the Hell did this. She knew Flamel was supposed to be showing up at some point, but this couldn't be him. She'd read about the man, and nothing in his biography hinted at him being this skill. She pulled the parchment from her pocket as she answered Seamus' question. "You could always date his sister next year when she comes of age to go to Hogsmead."

Seamus started laughing hysterically. "I was planning on doing that she is actually maturing into a nice young lady." Hermione growled at this. Seamus started waving his arms to defend himself. "She's also very skilled in quidditch and a great student."

Jasmine smiled at this statement. Seamus wasn't wrong about this though. Granted Jasmine wasn't thinking about twelve-year-old Ginny. Granted she looked older than she really was. She looked like she was about fourteen not twelve. Jasmine shook her head of these thoughts as she drew the letter out of her pocket. She started reading the letter.

Ms Potter,

I just wanted you to know I will be following you to your classes today to make sure Albus hasn't done anything else to you. There are things he could have done to you that would not show up on regular wellness check-up with your schools Mediwitch. Don't worry I will not be following you into a place that I shouldn't be. I am a happily married man, and there are just some things I find repulsive. I just ask that you stay calm, and don't do anything that would make Albus suspicious of you.

Nicolas

Jasmine sat there staring at the letter for a couple of seconds before she looked over at Hermione. "Thanks for reminding me about that Hermione." She held up the piece of parchment. "I think you me and Pansy need to go. The last thing we need is more points taken away from us by Snape for strolling in late." She then mouthed to her: 'Nicolas is around here somewhere we need to go.'

Hermione's eyes went wide for a fraction of a second. She looked over at Pansy who was sitting to Hermione's right. They had changed up their seating arrangement so that Hermione was in the centre today. "She does have a good point Pansy we need to go."

Pansy looked confused but reached down for her bag. "Okay, but like I said my loves losing points doesn't matter to me."

"It might matter today. You don't want to be making it to class in the NICK of time do you?" Hermione asked.

At the word 'Nick' it finally clicked in Pansy mind. "Of course."

The boys looked at them a little funny, but all Jasmine would tell them was: "I can promise you that you will like that we are doing this." The smile on Jasmine's face had to be little creepy given the way the boys were looking at her. Jasmine cast a glance at Dumbledore as they made their way out of the Great Hall. His gaze was following Jasmine as she left the Great Hall. Jasmine just shivered as he did this. It wasn't that his eyes were scanning her body like a hungry wolf, but the man's eyes seemed to view her as a chess piece to move across the board. He was just looking for a new way to move her across the board.

Once they had left the Great Hall Jasmine held open the door long enough, hopefully, for Nicolas to walk through them. Once the door was closed Hermione asked: "Where is he?"

Before Jasmine could say a word a soft baritone voice filled the air. "Right here, but before I drop this illusion maybe we should get to a vacant room."

All three girls jumped at this point. It was Pansy who responded in an attempt to ease the tension. "Right, there is an unused classroom near the Potion class." All three of them nodded and started making their way to the dungeon. As they made their way there Jasmine would look over her shoulder to see if there were any signs that someone was following them, but she found none of them. This meant the man was on the same level magic or on a higher level than Dumbledore in terms of skill.

Jasmine shook her head of these thoughts and focused on following Pansy to a small abandon classroom on the opposite side of the hallway from Snape's classroom. This was another potion lab, but it looked abandon and dusty. The smell of stale air floating ambiently throughout the room. Jasmine cast an air cleansing spell while Pansy and Hermione walked through the room checking for listening charms. Given how old this castle was it wouldn't be a surprise to Jasmine if there where a couple of listening charms hanging around any part of it. Then again given that Snape was one paranoid psychopath it wouldn't surprise her if 166 had charmed the entirety of the dungeons for his own 'protection'. Just thinking of this made her shiver.

"That's smart of you girls." the sound of Flamel's voice made Jasmine jump. She spun around to find the man standing in front of the door putting his wand away. The man was wearing a nice set of robes that made Dumbledore look like a copy cat. His long brownish greying hair seemed to merge with his goatee. His dark blue eyes carried this weight to them that Jasmine didn't think anyone could describe accurately. "It wouldn't surprise me if Albus had this place covered in listening charms."

Pansy was the first of them to say anything to the aged man. "It's not him that I'm worried about. It is my Head of House Professor Snape. I've never felt comfortable about the man." Pansy scrunched her nose at the thought of Snape.

Flamel raised an eyebrow. "He hasn't done anything unpleasant towards you has he?"

Pansy shook her head. "No, but the way he looks to some girls especially redheads makes me a little sick."

Jasmine blanched at this. She knew why the bastard would do that, and it made her more than a little uncomfortable. He was looking at these girls and probably thinking of her Mum. Then again he was looking at her on occasion like this as well. "Don't remind me of that. He's kind of been doing that to me from time to time, and I know why too."

"Why would he be doing that?" Hermione asked sounding more than a little shocked.

"Because of I kind of look like my Mum, and now that I'm a girl the only thing of my father's I have is my hair," Jasmine said as she pointed to her unruly hair. "The man was in love with my mother, but I think he fucked it up somehow."

"What makes you say that Ms Potter?" Flamel asked with this slight smile to his face.

"That is the only reason he would hate my father so much really," Jasmine said with a coy smile of her own. "I mean whit the way he treats anyone who isn't in Slytherin House, especially the Gryffindors, it makes one wonder what he did during his years as a student. Now that I am the gender I should have been I catch him casting a longing glance at me. Not the sexual kind mind you." Jasmine added this because of the venomous gaze that graced Flamel's face. "No, it is more a what could have been gaze that graces his vision. It doesn't last long though. I have too many of my father's traits for his liking. My hair is like my father's, I have his 'don't give a care' attitude concerning certain things, and I have skills that he can only dream of really. I know my Mum and Snape used to be friends, but what caused the break up I don't know anything about. Now that I have actually seen my Mum I can see what attracted him physically to her. So seeing any girl, including myself now, that reminds him of her must draw up those memories and desires."

"That's still quite disturbing," Flamel said sombrely. "So aside from that anything else I should know about this upcoming class? Because like I told you I want to know what Dumbledore has done to you. Any misstep in alchemy can have devastating effects on the body, mind, and soul."

Jasmine nodded sombrely to this statement. "I know what you mean. Until I restored things to normal I've always a little off balance. On a broom I am flawless, but using things like the floo network I am always stumbling through it, or exiting it off balance. I might have also had some mental effects as well, but that could also be a muggle thing. It wouldn't surprise me if I have something more impactful done to me, but for that, I wouldn't have noticed."

"I'll have Pen help your schools Mediwitch give you a once over to makes sure everything is fine. I don't doubt my skill in detecting mistakes done by fools, but given your situation, I think it best to keep those involved with your healthcare informed of things like this. If you notice anything that seems abnormal regarding your friend ladies I would advise you inform someone you trust immediately."

"Yes sir," Hermione and Pansy said as one.

Flamel nodded his head, and reapplied the invisibility charm and stepped aside. Jasmine leads the group to the door. Once outside with the rest of the class, Jasmine felt a little more worried about what they were going to do. She turned around to look at Hermione and Pansy and watched the other girls make enough space for Flamel to make it between them. They only closed the door after a few moments. What they were talking about was just normal for the three of them. Granted that it was about Jasmine needing to do more studying of Ancient Runes over Arithmancy made the girl smile. She messed around with her backpack as she leaned into the wall. She watched Ron as he looked over at her. He looked nervous. Like he'd just done SOMETHING to further his and Dumbledore's plans for her. Well, he could also be planning to ask her out for the fifteenth time this week. Not that they could do anything about that until Wormtail was caught. That being said she would NEVER go on a date with Ronald Weasley. She would soon walk up to Draco Malfoy and kiss HIM squarely on the lips. Just the thought of that sent a chill down Jasmine's spine.

The sound of Snape's billowing robes and feet tapping on the ground grabbed everyone's attention. He looked like he always did: displeased, upset, and irritated. These looked to be his default modes of behaviour. Since the change, Jasmine had noticed that he'd become a little more vindictive against Gryffindors. She didn't know if that was because she was acting a little like a female version of her father, or if she was starting to show how smart she really was. As he flung the door open he told everyone to enter the class. Jasmine, Hermione, and Pansy took up the last stretch of the class so no one bumped into Nicholas. There was a good stretch of space between Pansy and Hermione as they entered the room. This gave Malfoy this coy smile on his face. He nodded to Pansy when she noticed this, but all she did at this was roll her eyes.

Once everyone was in the classroom and at their stations, Snape started writing on his blackboard. "Today we will be making a Confusing Concoction. I will also be testing one of yours on a fellow student." The man's eyes landed on Neville, and like normal the boy coward under the man's gaze. That he was sitting next to Hermione was his only saving grace in this situation. "Begin!"

Everyone took out their ingredients and started setting things up. While Neville and Hermione were doing it Hermione kept telling Neville he had nothing to worry about. After everyone had added scurvy grass and lovage to the cauldron he started judging everyone's actions. He as normal praised Malfoy on his perfection and condemned Ronald on his lousy cuts. He then got to Neville and what he said to Ron was nice compared to this.

"WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE LONGBOTTOM," Snape said loudly, and as he intended grabbed EVERYONE in the classrooms attention. He grabbed Neville's ladle to pull out some of Neville's potion. What should have been a dark blue was a bright violet colour. As Snape dropped the ladle back on the table he spoke while sneering at Neville. "I have NEVER in my years seen a student so incapable of doing potions as you Longbottom!"

Whatever Snape was going to say after that was cut DRAMATICALLY short by stunner coming from the right side of the door. Everyone who wasn't looking in that direction already turned to look to see who had done that. When Jasmine turned to look at Nicolas her breath was caught in her throat. She'd heard stories of what really powerful wizards and witches look like when they are angry, but nothing compares to actually seeing it in person. Seeing the waves of magic moving away from Nicolas across the ground and hearing that hum in the air was a bit off-putting. Nicolas point to Malfoy. "Since this arsehole liked you SO much I think YOU should be the one to go and get Albus down here."

"What makes YOU think you will get away with it?" Malfoy asked in a demanding tone.

"Young man I don't think ANYONE with a brain will charge me with a thing when they find out how this man TREATED a student under his care. He should have been HELPING Mr Longbottom not condemning him." Nicolas said in more of a growl than a passive voice. He also flicked his wrist wrapping Snape's body in robe. With another flick of his wrist, he put a gag on Snape's mouth. He looked back at Malfoy glaring daggers at the boy. "Well are you going, or would it be better if I sent somebody FAR more reliable?" Malfoy kept glaring at Nicolas for a few minutes before he ran out of the classroom. Nicolas then walked over to Neville and looked at his potion. "Now a young man there is nothing to worry about concerning your potion." Nicolas looked around the room. "Although for everyone else I'd say you need to do ONE counterclockwise stir of your potion. Someone will need to do this with that boy's potion, and then lowering the temperature of his fire."

Nott glared at Nicolas before he did that. Nicolas kept giving Neville helpful pointers when making his potion. Once Neville was confident in what he was doing Nicolas started walking around the room do the same thing for other students. About ten minutes after this Draco came barging back in the classroom with the person Jasmine KNEW he was going to get. "Now Father I am telling you that the Aurors ARE needed," Draco said this while flinging the door open. The idiot had his wand drawn, and when Jasmine could see his face it was clear he was happy.

"Now Draco I don't think," Lucius was saying this as he was looking into the classroom. His cane which held his wand fell out of his hand once he saw who was in the classroom. "...that we will need an Auror. Ni... Nic..." That was all Lucius could get out at this point. He kept stammering on those parts of the man's name. It was impossible for Malfoy Sr NOT to know who this was. He'd probably been to a couple of functions that Nicolas was at.

Nicolas had turned around to face the door with his wand drawn, and when he noticed it was Albus standing there he just glared at Draco. "I told you to go get Dumbledore, not this fool," Nicolas said this while flicking his left had at Lucius. "Now go get your headmaster or I WILL send somebody far more reliable to do the job." At this point, Nicolas was looking at Jasmine, Hermione, and Pansy.

"I don't think you have the authority..."

Draco was cut off by his own father. "Draco just go and get Dumbledore. This man has clearly caught Severus doing SOMETHING wrong."

Draco looked stunned at his father. "Are you sure Father?"

Lucius glared down at his son. "Yes Draco, I am sure. There is nothing that can be done to help Severus now. In fact, I think just stunning this man would land us BOTH in Azkaban. Now go do what you have been told to do." Lucius looked back to Nicolas as bent down and picked up his cane. "I thought you had died, sir?"

"That is something I wanted people to believe," Nicolas said as he looked back at Neville's potion. "You are doing well Mr Longbottom all you need to do is stop worrying so much." Nicolas looked back at Lucius. "The thing about the stone is it DID make me immortal, so I never had to drink the potion again. My wife and I learned that centuries ago but kept it to ourselves. I've had my reasons to reveal that secret now though." Nicolas said this while looking over at Jasmine. Jasmine smiled at him and nodded her head. "I think it would be within your son's BEST interest to drop this 'I am better than you attitude'. It never does anyone any good."

This conversation was brought to an end by the appearance of Draco and Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked more stunned than Lucius. Even though he'd probably been thinking it was Nicolas that had sent that letter Jasmine would put money on it that he thought Nicolas would stay in hiding. Once he'd gained his composure Dumbledore spoke in a calm almost passive voice. "Ah Nicolas, it is good to see you again. How is Perenelle doing?" The look on the man's face was blank. It was like he was trying to hide his emotions.

"She is doing well." Nicolas looked over at the still bound and gagged body of Severus Snape. "She is doing much better than that waste of space over there." Nicolas held up his hand to stop Dumbledore from talking. "He may have your confidence Albus, but he does not have MINE. After what I saw today, in just one class, I don't think he ever will. He belittled a student instead of giving pointers on how to correct the problem with a potion, and this was after doing a similar action to another student. Although to that student he was far nicer. To Mr Malfoy, he gave nothing but praise, and when I sent him to get YOU to resolve this problem what does he do?" Nicolas waited a moment tapping his foot on the floor while doing so. "He goes and gets his FATHER, and from what I heard there MIGHT have been some Aurors involved if the boy had his way. Which I can assure you would not have ended well for him." The jovial face that Nicolas had been wearing slowly changed to one of rage. "Now you can either hold this man accountable for his action, or I WILL get the Board of Governors involved. Once they find out HOW he teaches I don't think he will have his job for long. Nor will you have yours for ALLOWING him to do this to students."

Dumbledore was looking between Nicolas and Snape at this point. It was like he was weighing the pros and cons of toss Snape out on his arse. She KNEW that Dumbledore wouldn't actually do that, but she also KNEW the man was about to lose this job. A couple of minutes of this led Dumbledore to sigh in defeat. "Nicolas why don't you levitate Professor Snape up to my office while I contact a member of the School Board."

"I'll do that as soon as you get your Deputy Headmistress to come along with us," Nicolas said with this sly smile on his face. Dumbledore had this shocked and defeated look on his face. If he was planning on doing something to Nicolas that was ended by this statement. "That is unless you are wanting to hide this matter, Albus?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I would never do something like that Nicolas," Dumbledore said with a smile. Dumbledore drew out his wand cast a Patronus spell. Jasmine thought he had to have sent it off with a message to McGonagall. "Shall we head to my office, Nicolas? My Patronus should be telling Minerva to head that way now."

Nicolas nodded his had with this stern look on his face. "Of course Albus." Nicolas turned to the rest of the class. "Okay students I will be grading these potions later." He looked at Neville and Hermione. "Do you two think that you can help Ms Parkinson finish Ms Potters potion?"

Neville and Hermione nodded, and all three of them said as one: "Yes sir!"

Nicolas smiled and looked over at her. "Ms Potter I would like you to accompany us cause I think you may play a big role in this whole mess. Given the way he was looking at you, I want to hear all the details of what he has been doing since you returned to your natural gender."

"Nicolas I don't think..."

Jasmine didn't care what Dumbledore was about to say. "Yes sir, and just so you know he hasn't done anything too disturbing."

Nicolas raised an eyebrow. "That is somehow Ms Potter a little more disturbing."

"I can understand that sir," Jasmine said with a sombre look on her face. She quickly packed up her backpack and told the girls and Neville goodbye. Pansy told her to leave her ingredients. As she left the room there was a part of her that thought that maybe Perenelle was hiding somewhere in that classroom, but that was a silly thought. She would have to be a ninja to sneak in that well.

Jasmine shook her head of these thoughts as she followed Nicolas through the hallway. She found it a little odd that Malfoy Sr was following Dumbledore as Nicolas levitated Snape's body. She knew the man would be telling his master all about this when he returned, but what could he personally gain from doing this. There was no political move he could make against Flamel. Well, not one that would be meaningful. He might get the man fined or something, but there wouldn't be any jail time. In fact, there wasn't any news he would gain really. Everyone knew that Snape had a bias in FAVOUR of Slytherin students. He had also been poorly grading students who weren't in Slytherin. It was a near miracle for someone outside of Slytherin to get into NEWT level potions. So this worried her a little. The two things that came to her mind as took the last few steps out of the dungeon was that he might want to see if this someone using a Polyjuice Potion.

"You look worried." Jasmine heard Nicolas whisper.

Jasmine looked at the blonde tag-along. Even now she felt like the man was looking her up and down. "I am more than a little concerned about him being here. He is up to no good I can a sure you of that." Jasmine leaned in and whispered. "It wouldn't surprise me if he was hoping you had downed a Polyjuice Potion or something."

"If he wasn't that would surprise me," Nicolas said with a smile. "I know this a muggle saying but it fits here. The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry."

Jasmine smiled back at the man. "Couldn't have said it better sir."

Jasmine turned her gaze towards the other two to see if they were listening to them. Malfoy had his head slightly tilted to one side so he must be trying to listen to them. Dumbledore was walking a little faster than Jasmine was used to seeing him move so there was no way he was listening in on them. The man seemed to be plotting something. The fact that he was doing this concerned Jasmine. Every time Dumbledore put his nose into something it managed to make things worse. Hell, the last time through the third year he could have in on go stopped Fudge from listening to Snape. He could have told the man about the history between Sirius and Snape. Another thing he could have done was ask Madam Pomfrey to check and see if the three of them had been cursed. So since he couldn't just 'hand wave' this away he might be thinking of taking more dramatic actions. Though the idea of him actually attacking Nicolas was a bit silly.

The sound of heels hitting the floor grabbed Jasmine's attention. She looked towards Dumbledore and could clearly see McGonagall walking towards them. This movement, however, stopped the moment she saw who was with them. The look on her face was one of absolute shock. She'd actually come to a complete stop probably trying to process what she was seeing. Once Jasmine and Nicolas were standing next to McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Malfoy she finally found her voice. "Mr Flamel, what brings you here?" McGonagall asked this in a voice that was a little over a whisper.

Nicolas smiled at the woman and said in a kind and grandfatherly voice. "Well, I was thinking of checking in on Ms Potter to see how her body was reacting to be turned back to normal. I had planned to follow her around, within reason, all day to study things. That however changed when I saw this one teaching." Nicolas pointed at Snape. "I was appalled at what I saw him doing so much so that I asked a student to get Albus. When the kid FINALLY got him I told Albus that I wanted a conversation with either the two of you or I would be having one on my own with the Board of Governors." Nicolas said this in that grandfatherly voice with a slight smile on his face. Jasmine was starting to realize where Dumbledore learned how to do this.

McGonagall's face took on an upset look, and she looked at Snape. "What did he do?"

"Let us talk about this in Albus' office because I do want this man to hear us talk about this." Nicolas smile grew at this point. As he looked at Dumbledore. "Remember Albus this is not a small matter."

"Of course Nicolas," Albus said looking towards the Phoenix statue. "Shall we continue then into my office."

Everyone nodded and followed Dumbledore to the statue. "Peppermint Toad." The way Dumbledore said that he sounded more than a little sad. Everything he probably promised Snape was destroyed in less than one hour.

Dumbledore stood there and waited for the stairs to reach the top before he started walking up the stairs. McGonagall followed him while Jasmine followed her. Nicolas took up the tail end making sure that Snape didn't hit the wall or the steps. Once at the top Jasmine noticed that the door to the office was wide open. It seems that Dumbledore wasn't trying to keep people out of the office this time. Jasmine wanted to draw her wand just in case he was hiding waiting to disarm her. She hesitated once she got near the door, but once she saw that Dumbledore was sitting down behind his desk. McGonagall was conjuring up two additional chairs so that there were enough chairs for people. Malfoy was leaning against the wall off to Dumbledore's left. She took a seat in the last chair on the right-hand side. Nicolas levitated Snape so that he was sitting next to McGonagall. Nicolas then took a seat next to Snape. Jasmine took the last seat wondering probably like Dumbledore was why Nicolas wanted her here.

"Do you want to wake Severus up Nicolas or do you want me to do that?" Dumbledore asked.

"Not yet Albus," Nicolas said calmly. "I want to talk to the three of you to know more about this man. While what I've seen clearly shows that he is not a good teacher. I saw the way he looked at Ms Potter it was like she was the next target for his berating, so that is why she is here."

"Nicolas I don't think that is..." Dumbledore statement lost all its strength while both McGonagall and Nicolas stared at him. "Fine, but I don't think it will be a fair judgement."

"I think we are well passed that Albus," McGonagall said softly. "He has been incredibly biased against Gryffindor for years. He has also been grading things in such a way that the only people who get into NEWT level Potions classes are Slytherins and the few Ravenclaws that get past his harsh grading system."

Nicolas looked over at McGonagall a little shocked. "Your kidding?"

McGonagall shook her head. "No, it is rare a student other than a Slytherin or a Raven claw gets an Outstanding on their OWLs. That isn't because they are bad students it is just because Snape doesn't teach them everything they need to know in his class. So students make more mistakes than they should. I know some students just don't get Potions, but the ratio that we are seeing is a bit off. We should not be relegated to just two houses."

"Minerva I doubt that Severus is THAT bad," Albus said with this hopeful tone to his voice.

"Oh no, I believe her given what I've seen today. All he did was inscribe ingredients on the blackboard, tell the students what potion they would be making, and that he would be testing someone's potion on another student. I am fine with that so long as he has the counter potion to it on hand, or at least know the counter curse." Dumbledore looked slightly relieved at what he was being told. Nicolas' face took on a more serious look to it. "However as he said that he stared at a single student. That student started to look more than a little worried. It was like he was the target of this man's bullying for a while now. He then told the class to begin, and he started walking around the classroom. He didn't talk to a single student until the class had been going for twenty minutes. He was complementing young Mr Malfoy for his perfect potion. He then told Mr Finnigan that he had stirred his potion incorrectly, and would have to waste time fixing his problem without telling him HOW to do that. He then made his way over to Mr Longbottom and did what I told you about earlier. As for Ms Potter as he made his way over to Mr Longbottom he was looking over at her in a disturbing way to me. He was looking at her like she was his long lost girlfriend. That disturbing on so many levels it isn't even funny. Now why he was doing that MIGHT not have been because he's a paedophile, but if that is the case he sure as Hell looks like one doing stuff like that. Now to bring Professor..." Nicolas looked over at McGonagall like he was asking for her name.

"McGonagall," McGonagall said with a smile. She actually looked happy that someone outside of the school with political and public pull finally knew how bad Snape was at his job.

"To bring Professor McGonagall up to date on what happened. Now, ma'am, have you had students complain to you concerning Snape?" Nicolas asked sounding more than a little concerned.

McGonagall nodded and looked over at Dumbledore with pity in her eyes. "Yes, I've had dozens of students complain to me over the years about Snape. They have called him overbearing, tyrannical, unjustified, and many other things. They have also accused him of falsely grading their work. He always came up with a 'justifiable' reason for his grading. It took me complaining to Albus to get the grand changed to an accurate grade. This hasn't happened in years, but that it happened at all is disgusting. He also takes away house points in a biased way. He tends to take more points away from Gryffindor students. He also NEVER rewards them a point when the deserve it. In fact, if they defend themselves from a Slytherin student attacking them it is the defender who is punished."

"By anyone else's standard Albus he would be fired for doing this. At the VERY least he would be on a case of suspension, and an administorial warning not to do it again." Nicolas said with this disappointed look on his face. "Now given what I HAVE seen this falls in line with what she just told me. I may not have seen what Professor McGonagall has seen, but I can see him doing that given the way he acted. Now I think it would be a good time to revive this man." Nicolas had this stern look on his face at this point. "Don't even bother trying to save him, Albus, because I will be going to the Board of Governors if you do."

Dumbledore nodded with this sad look on his face. "Of course Nicolas."

Nicolas cast the Reviving Charm on Snape. After he came to Snape just blinked as he stared at Dumbledore. He tried to talk, but the gag being on him all that could be heard was some upset mumbling. Once he realised he was gagged Snape started looking around the room. The first thing he saw was Lucius. He just sat there and stared at the man for a couple of minutes. After that he noticed Jasmine, and even though he was still gagged you could almost understand what he was saying with how loud he was yelling. He stopped screaming when Nicolas spoke. "Mr Snape it wasn't Ms Potter who did this to you it was me." It was at this point that Snape realised that Nicolas Flamel was sitting there. "It so good that you realise that I am sitting here Mr Snape. Now if you are wondering why I am not calling you a professor let me EDUCATE you. I actually arrived at Hogwarts early this morning and entered the school at a moment I thought it would be easy to enter without scaring any of the students." Dumbledore at this point was looking at Nicolas with this concerned look on his face. "I have been in correspondence with Ms Potter for over a week now. I came here to see what Albus has done to her, and I HAD planned to see what her body did throughout the day. Unlike you, I didn't want to just stare at her body. I wanted to see if she had any other issues. If there were Alchemical problems you might not notice it if you were untrained."

"What do you mean had planed Nicolas you could still do that?" Dumbledore asked. There was this hopeful look in his eyes.

Nicolas just glared at him. "I HAD planned on doing that, but after seeing the way this man taught one class I want him FIRED, and I will take the course over," Nicolas said with a soft and steady voice.

"I would be more than willing to allow that!" McGonagall said in this joyous voice. There also seemed to be a return of colour to her slightly greyed hair.

Dumbledore looked between the two of them. Jasmine wished she had Legilimency and was skilled enough in it to 'hear' Dumbledore surface thoughts. After doing this for what felt like ten minutes Dumbledore turned his gaze towards Malfoy. Even though the man was no longer a member of Board of Governors he was still a member of the Wizengamot. Dumbledore was probably wondering what the man would do if he listened to Nicolas Flamel regarding these matters. He looked back at Nicolas and steeled his resolve. "Nicolas I think we need to hear WHY Severus was doing this."

Nicolas nodded his head. "I don't mind doing that Albus, but if I have to talk to the Board of Governors I will be submitting my memory as evidence in this case. I will also be submitting a statement under Veritaserum or an Unbreakable Vow, to tell the truth, that I have not altered the memory I am submitting."

Dumbledore sighed at this point. He looked over at Snape. He pulled out his wand and dispelled the gag. "Why were talking so poorly to Mr Longbottom Severus?"

Snape cast a sideways glance at Nicolas. Jasmine thought she could see a small line of sweat on his forehead. He cast a final glance at McGonagall. When he looked back at Dumbledore he started talking in his monotone voice. He sounded as uncaring right now as he did at the start of all his classes. "I talk to him the way I do because the boy is so jumpy and weak in magic. I am trying to instil in him some courage. I want him to do better of course, but the boy doesn't listen to me."

"Professeure raté, Snape." Nicolas said in a bit of dour voice.

"Nicolas!" Dumbledore said more than a little shocked.

"What?" Nicolas said more than a little annoyed. "If the shoe fits wear it I say. The man does not deserve to teach. It is my recommendation that you fire him. If you don't as I said before it may cost you your job, Albus." Nicolas was ignoring Snape's glares at the moment. "Young man if you think I cannot see you you're an idiot. What I have seen of your behaviour does not work in your favour."

"As I said sir, had Mr Longbottom didn't listen to me," Snape said in a slightly panicked voice.

"The boy seemed more terrified of you than rebellious." Nicolas snapped back.

As much as Jasmine wanted to stay out of this she knew she couldn't. To be honest she really did want Nicolas' help in all of this mess. "Sir I can provide more information."

Nicolas looked at her with this confused look on his face. "How so?"

"I can show you my first lesson about Potion," Jasmine said this a little bit more timidly than she'd ever admit to.

"Really?" Nicolas asked more than a little stunned. Jasmine nodded her head and she could feel her cheeks heating up. "So there is a pensieve here?"

Dumbledore sighed at this point. "Yes, Nicolas there is. It is one meant for the Headmaster or Headmistress to sort through tough situations."

"Like this one," Nicolas said sternly.

"It seems so," Dumbledore said more than a little defeated.

"Okay, then Ms Potter do you know how to provide a memory?" Nicolas asked.

Jasmine nodded her head. "Yes sir, I provide one of my memories to prove what happened to me."

"Was Dumbledore the only one who saw it?" Nicolas asked in a worried tone of voice.

McGonagall jumped in at this point. "No sir I was there as well. The school Mediwitch was there as well. The same could be said for the Minister of Magic. He showed up to check in on Ms Potter. He was probably worried that she was attacked or something."

As if thinking about the man was some kind of divine calling card. Dumbledore's Floo Connection ignited. A couple of minutes later Fudge's voice came out of the fireplace. "Dumbledore are you there?"

Dumbledore sighed at this point. "Yes, I am Cornelius. Give me a minute and I'll be right there." Dumbledore walked over to the fireplace. Once there he cast a privacy charm. Jasmine could feel something burning into the left side of her skull. Look off to her right Jasmine found Snape just glaring at her. All Jasmine could do was smile at him. The man didn't deserve her hatred as much as other people, but she unquestionably disliked him. Yes, he died protecting her, but his actions belied his intentions. Yes, he was a spy, but he didn't have to hide everything from her. Especially at the end of all things. Had he pulled her aside at ANY point and told her that he was on her side things might have been different between the two of them. He might have still held something against her because he was the child of one of the men he hated and the woman he loved.

"You know looking at him that way will not make him like you?" Nicolas' question pulled her out of looking at Snape. The man was smiling at her like she was one of his children or grandchildren.

Jasmine chuckled at this. "Yeah that thought did cross my mind, but given the way, he treated Neville today I don't think it is going to matter."

Nicolas looked at her like she'd just lost her mind. "You don't mind the way he treated you?"

Jasmine shook her head. "No, it bugged me at the time and still does from time to time. I have been insulted by professionals though so he has a lot to do to make me feel like Neville." Jasmine thought she saw a flash of anger flash across Nicolas' eyes. 'Oh no, what have I done?' Jasmine thought.

"What do you mean by this Jasmine?" Nicolas asked softly.

Jasmine thought about how to answer this. She knew Dumbledore was already catching hell for a lot of things but did she want to add this to his problems? In some ways, she didn't care, but in others, she actually didn't want to throw the man completely under the Knight Bus. Maybe just his legs. "Let's just say that my aunt and uncle aren't nice people. They aren't the worst kind of person, but there is a lot left to be desired when it comes to compassion. I don't think my aunt truly hates me, but my uncle despises me."

"They don't hurt you do they?" Nicolas asked.

Jasmine shook her head. "Not physically, and definitely not sexually." Jasmine just shivered at that thought. "They have starved me, imprisoned me, and belittled me. Once I got into Hogwarts they started giving me distance. I still have to do all the cooking in the house which I don't mind."

Nicolas looked angry about all of this. When she had told him about the cooking he lifted an eyebrow. "You don't mind cooking their food?"

Jasmine shook her head. "Nope," Jasmine said this with a smile. "Sure I'm basically their slave, but if I'm doing the cooking I know that there is no poison in the food. I also learned how to cook very well, so when I can impress my girlfriends."

Nicolas was laughing at this point. "Well, at least you looking for a positive to all of that mess, and thinking ahead a little." He had this broad smile on his face. "If you need a safe place to stay this summer, Ms Potter, you are more than welcome to stay with me."

Jasmine looked over at McGonagall wondering if she should tell the man about Sirius. It was almost like McGonagall was reading her mind. The woman smiled at her and nodded her head. Jasmine turned back to Nicolas with a smile on her face. "I'll take you up on that sir if we can't catch the man who framed my godfather."

Nicolas looked confused. "What?"

"Sirius Black is my godfather, and he was framed." Nicolas jaw fell open at this point. "I'll give you the memory I gave to them after I returned to my original gender. You will know why I'm not saying much about once you see it."

Nicolas nodded his head. "Of course."

At that point, Jasmine heard the Floo Network light up. She turned back towards the fireplace. Standing next to Dumbledore was Minister Fudge. The man had this stunned look on his face. He was staring at Nicolas. The man was probably shocked that the man was still alive. It took him a couple of seconds to recover. The man-made a rapid movement towards Nicolas. He stuck his hand out and shook Nicolas's hand. "Mr Flamel it is a pleasure to MEET you." Fudge said in a shocked voice.

Nicolas chuckled at this. "The same can be for you, Cornelius. Sadly unlike you, I don't know who you are."

"I am Cornelius Fudge the Minister for Magic," Cornelius said with a little bit of pride in his voice.

"Ah, well then it is nice to meet you, Minister Fudge," Nicolas said with a smile. "I am sorry if we are causing a delay in what you were wanting to do, but there are matters that need to be handled right now."

"What matters?" Fudge asked more than a little confused.

"What did Dumbledore tell you?" Nicolas asked. He sounded more than a little pissed off.

"That a professor had made a horrible mistake in class." Fudge sounded more than a little confused. "Was I misinformed Mr Flamel?"

Nicolas shook his head. "Not completely sir. Professor Snape has been misusing his rights as a teacher far too long it seems. Unfortunately for him, I've seen what he does, and I can assure you that he has no right to be a teacher."

"He is a renowned Potion Master though." Fudge said more than a little confused.

Nicolas shook his head. "That may be sir, but the way he treats students is unconscionable. I have seen more than a fair share of poor professors sir, but he takes the cake. I have not seen a professor, until him, insult a student for making a mistake. Like a few other professors of Potions, he walks around the room without helping his students. That would be acceptable for sixth or seventh-year students, but not third-year students. To have a student so scared of you they quiver every time you walk near them is a bad thing." Nicolas glared at Snape at this point.

Fudge looked over at Snape and looked more than a little angered himself. "Is this why we have had a lack of people being able to Mediwitches, Mediwizards, and Aurors?"

Nicolas nodded his head. "Probably." Nicolas looked at Dumbledore. "Do you have a phial for us, or do I have to call Arctic to get one from Perenelle?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, I have one Nicolas." Dumbledore walked over to one of his cabinets. He opened reached in and withdrew a crystal phial. He closed the cabinet and walked back to them, and handed Jasmine the phial. "You can put the memory Nicolas wants to see in this."

"Thank you, sir." Jasmine pulled out the Elder Wand and placed the tip against her temple. She thought about her first Potions class. As the memory became more clear Jasmine couldn't help getting angry at Snape. Once that memory was clearly attached to the wand she turned her mind to her death memory. Once this memory was attached to the wand Jasmine pulled the Elder Wand away from her head and placed the memories in the phial. She then gently handed the phial over to Nicolas. "Here you go."

"Thank you, Jasmine," Nicolas said with a smile. He then turned to Dumbledore. "Where is the pensieve?"

"This way," Dumbledore said as he walked to his other cabinet.

"You do realise that if I get fired Potter your chances of getting a decent Potion Master or Mistress are low?" Snape said coldly.

Jasmine snorted at this point. "Snape I hate to break it to you, but Nicolas Flamel will be taking over your course WHEN you are fired."

Snape looked stunned. His jaw hadn't fallen open, but he was just blankly staring at her. There was no hate in his eyes. Hell, he didn't even have the slightest scowl on his face. Jasmine heard a soft snort behind Snape. Jasmine sat there stunned herself. She looked behind Snape at McGonagall. The woman had her left hand over her mouth. Her eyes were slightly squinted. 'Is she silently laughing?' Jasmine thought to herself.

"Is something wrong Professor McGonagall?" Fudge asked.

McGonagall shook her head 'no'. "Absolutely not sir, I am just a little pleased that I am finally able to hand this man his termination parchment."

Fudge looked further confused now. "Why would that make you happy?"

"In my opinion, he has not deserved this job for years. Since his first year here I stood against what he was doing. Dumbledore said that Snape had his confidence, and should be given a chance to change. Snape would lighten up every now and then, but in the end, he has done the same thing repeatedly. Yes, I trust him as a person, but his behaviour as a professor is abysmal."

"Really?" Fudge asked looking more than a little curious. He looked over at Snape who was still tied up. "Who tied him up?"

"Nicolas Flamel," Jasmine said calmly. "He also stunned him, and started to teach the class." Jasmine looked over at Malfoy. "He had asked Draco Malfoy to go get Dumbledore, but Draco thinking Nicolas was a criminal went and got his father." Jasmine used her thumb to point at the man. "Mr Malfoy knew who Nicolas was immediate. After that Dumbledore was gotten, and the conversation was brought up here. Nicolas has been saying since it happened that if Dumbledore didn't fire Snape he would be taking the matter to the Board of Governors." Jasmine looked over at Lucius at this point. "Weren't you on the Board of Governors at one point Mr Malfoy?"

Lucius growled at this point. "Yes, Ms Potter I was, but I got a little too... zealous last year during the Heir of Slytherin scare. Doing that got me kicked off the board."

"Oh," Jasmine said nonchalantly. "That had to suck."

"It did," Lucius growled at this point. "I fail to see why you care though Ms Potter?"

"I don't, I was just fact-checking things sir. Your son has a tendency to brag that his family is the greatest and that you are going to do all these AMAZING things to the rest of the school. It is annoying really, but everyone has the right to brag about something."

"That they do Potter," Lucius said in a soft growl.

"What is going on?" Dumbledore asked once he was near them again.

"Oh, nothing Lucius was just telling me that he was on the Board of Governors last year," Jasmine said calmly. "I was also talking to Minister Fudge." Jasmine looked over at the man at this moment. "Why are you here Minister Fudge?"

The man smiled at this point. "I was wanting to talk to you, Ms Potter. I know in that letter I sent you I told you that it would be moved forward, but sadly I didn't tell you how much. Well, we have got the trial moved to this Friday."

Jasmine stood there shocked for a few moments. "Really?" She asked sounding more than a little happy.

Fudge nodded his head. "Yes, and the judges will be accepting your memory admission so long as you answer under Veritaserum that you are not altering the memories."

Jasmine nodded her head. "Yes, sir."

Fudge smiled at this point. "Also there were some questions about your transformation that Madam Bones would like to ask you, so I was wondering if you could show up say an hour early?"

Jasmine was confused by this question. She knew Fudge was hiding something, but it didn't seem like it was something that would benefit him. A glance over at Dumbledore showed that the man was clueless about what was going on. Jasmine looked back at Fudge and nodded. "I don't mind that at all sir." Jasmine looked over at Professor McGonagall. "Ma'am, do you mind bringing all the students there that early?"

McGonagall nodded with her stoic look back on her face. "I don't mind at all."

Fudge smiled broadened at this point. "Fantastic! The trial is at ten-thirty in the morning."

"I will see at Nine thirty then sir," Jasmine said with a slight smile to her face. Jasmine watched the man walked back to the fireplace. 'What is going on? Did doing just these few things change things this much?' Jasmine thought in a sombre moment.

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Pensieve

Death Memory

Nicolas was standing there fuming at what Snape had done. The man had insulted Jasmine (Harry at the time) for taking notes. There was no way this man would have kept the job had he been at Beauxbaton. Hell, he didn't think any other school would let someone like him continue teaching after doing what he did. Those were first years he was doing that shit too. You don't just write ingredients on a blackboard and expect students to KNOW how to brew the potion. It was literally asking for disaster.

The sound of someone's feet moving over the floor pulled him out of his thoughts on the matter. Walking towards a mirror was a confused looking Jasmine Potter. Nicolas walked up to her and studied what he was seeing. The girl was giving herself a once over it seemed. Nicolas was noticing more about the girl's body then he'd like to, but that is the nature of things. He turned his gaze away from her to look around the room. It looked like an Underground train station, but it was completely empty. It was also flawlessly cleaned. The floor seemed to be made of marble, and the chairs seemed to be made of pure silver.

'This place looks amazing, but I cannot shake this feeling of being watched.' Nicolas thought as he looked back at Jasmine. She was now talking with her parents. Like the other memory, he studied everything at this point for jumps, or hiccups in the conversation that gave away that the memory was fake. He found none. 'Interesting. I wonder what killed her that night, and WHAT gave her the ability to do this.'

Nicolas frowned as James and Lily Potter were pulled away from their daughter. A chill went up and down his spine as the temperature dropped around him. This was weird. Seeing and hearing the past were normal in a pensieve, but you NEVER felt the past. He'd felt a cold similar to this as he was walking towards Hogwarts. The Dementors, however, didn't make the area feel this bad. Nicolas looked around and found what had caused this change. A woman wearing dark black robes was walking towards them right now. Instead of a scythe, she was carrying a staff, and what little he could see of her face was thin, not bony. He moved around to try and get a better look at her face, but he was finding that impossible. With a simple wave of her hand, the coldness that had enveloped him was lifted. Death's finger came within an inch of his face. He thought he actually felt a brief gust of air as this happened. Dumbledore would deny to the end of the Earth that this woman was not Death, but Nicolas was starting to think this really was the entity.

Nicolas followed them as they made their way towards one of the walls. He followed Jasmine's action to see what the girl was looking at. What he saw under the chair made him stumble backwards. The infant-like thing was clearly Voldemort. This was a fragment of his SOUL, but how did it get HERE! He stood back up and made his way to the right side of Death. He listened to Deaths explanation of how Voldemort's soul got here. He was thoroughly disgusted by what he heard. For a soul to be that unstable a person had to do some unthinkable things. That the man would do IT enough to make his soul unstable was more than a little bit unsettling. Nicolas was listening as Death told Jasmine how to prove this event took place, and how to fix her problem. After she told Jasmine about the pensieve Death looked right at him. "Hello Nicolas, it is good to finally meet you. Don't worry I am not wanting to take you."

"Why?" Nicolas asked in a shaky voice.

"Because you did something not many other's have done, and you wanted to give it up. Ripply is still in hiding, but for the most part, stays out of mortal affairs. You have stayed connected with others and tried to help them. Sure you make tones of gold, but you put it to good use." Nicolas thought the entity was smiling at this point. "To be fair the conversation between me and Jasmine should have started by now, but I don't think you want to know anything more about that do you?"

Nicolas shook his head. "No." Nicolas thought about what he really wanted to know. There was only one thing that came to his mind. "Why can't my stone be destroyed?"

Death chuckled at this question. "Because you asked the phoenix for his blood. You didn't demand it, trick it, or bewitch it. You simply asked, and this was after being its friend for years."

"So it was a reward?" Nicolas asked.

Death nodded her head. "To be honest with you I CANNOT take you." Death laughed at this point. "There will come a time when you are given a divine location to live because the universe is not that immortal."

"So I'll be able to see my friends and family again?" Nicolas asked a little stunned.

"Absolutely." Death said with a smile. "The thing is Fate's hand is being lifted because of other peoples actions. Malfoy's done something that altered a part of it, and you altered the rest by offering to teach Jasmine. Now I will warn you that you CANNOT have her stay with you for the first week of this summer, and the summer two years ahead of it. Next summer she must stay with her relatives until a point, but you will know when that is."

"Why are you telling me this?" Nicolas asked more than a little shocked.

"Because I trust you." Death said softly. "Out of all the people who made the stone you never said you beat me. You said you'd become immortal, but you didn't say that I couldn't claim you." Death lowered her hood. The woman's face took on a more pleasing appearance. She didn't have that gaunt face anymore, her hand's also didn't look so skeletal either. Her whole body seemed more pleasing to look at now. "The only other people who have seen this memory are the ones who watched it with Dumbledore and Jasmine, Madam Bones soon will, a goblin, and Rita Skeeter."

Nicolas was shocked at this point. That woman had said she got the information from a source. So, was this pensieve that source? "How did Skeeter see this memory?"

"She snuck into Dumbledore's office and found the pensieve, and stuck her head in it to see what was in it. She and I came to an agreement." Death said this with a smile.

"Do I want to know?" Nicolas said in a worried tone.

"Not really." Death said with a smile. "So are you willing to do this?"

Nicolas didn't even have to think on the matter. "Are there any other restriction?"

Death shook her head. "Nope."

"Then I'll do it. I'll let Perenelle know what is going on." Nicolas said calmly.

"Good. Then I will see you in about fourteen point five billion more years." Death said with a smile.

"Your joking right?" Nicolas said more than a little shocked.

"You'll see." Death said as she faded away.

Nicolas was once again in Jasmine's first Potions class. He didn't need or want to sit through these memories again. He exited the Pensieve and stood there to gain his composure. It was one thing to be there is a God, and it is something COMPLETELY different to meet a divine being. He didn't know anymore if the Christian God were real, but there definitely was a Creator, and He/She/It was pleased and allowing all of this to take place. If he was right about Jasmine and her two girlfriends then the Creator was okay with that as well. Well, that was assuming a lot really. The way Jasmine talked about Hermione and Pansy made him think something was going on, but he didn't really know.

Nicolas turned around to look at everyone else. He watched as Fudge stepped into the Floo Network. He studied the others before saying anything. Dumbledore's shoulders were sagging a little at this point. Jasmine was smiling broadly about something, and McGonagall was shaking her head at something. Lucius was staring daggers at Jasmine right now. Snape was fidgeting around in his seat. He was probably trying to free his wand, so he could cut himself free.

"Don't bother with that Snape. To borrow a statement told to me by an American: You well and truly screwed my friend." Nicolas said with a slight smile on his face.

Dumbledore turned around to look at him. "Are you really going to take his place, Nicolas?" The way he asked that made it sound like the battle was over, but Nicolas wouldn't put it past him to try and keep the man in the school somehow.

"Yes, Albus I do plan on doing that. I will also be taking time out of every Saturday or Sunday to teach Ms Potter, Granger, and Parkinson Alchemy." Nicolas said calmly. Nicolas nodded towards Snape. "I know you want to keep him around Albus, and I don't care if you do, but it better not be as a member of staff. He can be helping you write a new Potion school book, or he can be a Potion tutor for struggling students. I really don't care what you two do, but he SHOULD NOT be a member of the staff. Not because he is stupid. He is clearly very smart, but he is a fool. If he acted that way anywhere else even he knows he'd be fired. So, what is your decision?"

Albus looked back at Snape and Jasmine. The man stayed doing this for a few minutes before he said. "I am sorry Severus, but your services as a professor and a head of house are no longer needed."