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37. Chapter 37
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<p><em>Christmas eve and yet so many of you read and reviewed. I could hardly believe
it! But I couldn't very well keep from updating when so many of you are still on top
of things. So here you all are! Another chapter for your amusement. Thanks for all
your support.</em></p>
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<p class='c1'><strong>Chapter 37</strong></p>
<p>With a loud bang that sounded like a car backfiring, Harry found himself standing
in front of what appeared to be a small Aztec pyramid. Only in appearance though for
the weather was clearly still very much British and Harry was pretty sure that
apparating only got someone so far. Snape removed his hand from Harry's shoulder and
gestured towards the pyramid.</p>
<p>"Shall we proceed?" he asked.</p>
<p>Harry who was too nervous to voice his agreement nodded, clutching his bag
with his research and his potion close to his chest.</p>
<p>"And stop worrying, for crying out loud," Snape told him. "You've faced basilisks,
the Dark Lord and several Death Eaters in battle. Surely you can face some decrepit
old men."</p>
<p>Harry snorted. "Dumbledore is old," he pointed out. "But I would rather not face
<em>him</em> in a battle."</p>
<p>"You're not battling these men either," Snape said. He began walking and pushed
Harry along with a firm hand between his shoulder blades. "You're simply presenting
your Magnum Opus."</p>
<p>"Simply," Harry scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"</p>
<p>"Just keep walking," Snape urged. "We've been over this. Your paper is sound. Your
theorem is well worked-out and we both know that your potion works."</p>
<p>"I know," Harry said. "And yet, I'm still nervous."</p>
<p>"I'm right here," Snape told him. "Now stop fidgeting like that or I'll have you
writing lines when we get back."</p>
<p>"What for?" Harry asked in dismay, his nervousness somewhat forgotten.</p>
<p>"For not believing your Master when he tells you that you have done well," Snape
supplied.</p>
<p>"Well, that's just "</p>
<p>"Hush," Snape said. "I'd rather not have my esteemed colleagues listen to our
bickering."</p>
<p>Together, they walked up the steps in silence until they reached the entrance at
the very top. By the end of it, Harry felt rather winded while Snape appeared as if
he had taken a leisurely stroll. Grumpily, Harry suspected that Snape had taken a
potion for that.</p>
<p>Harry was wearing the dress robes that Snape had given him for his previous
Christmas the ones in crimson and silver - and felt rather dashing. Especially
after Luna had given him her seal of approval. Snape didn't look half bad himself.
Maya had taken him shopping for new dress robes for this occasion. It had taken a lot
of convincing and - as Harry understood it - bribing, but Snape wore dress robes that
were a combination of emerald and black with silver accentuations on the cuffs of his
sleeves. Naturally, the robes still billowed.</p>
<p>"Deep breaths," Snape said quietly as he held his hand on the doorknob. "And
relax."</p>
<p>Harry complied and smiled at Snape to signify that he was ready. He didn't know
why but he held his breath as Snape opened the door.</p>
<p>Instantly, the sound of murmured voices coming to a halt reached Harry's ears.
Snape stepped through the door and Harry followed closely. They stepped into a large
chamber that was well-lit with torches. The walls were made up of large brick stones
and knew very little decorative elements save for a few items that looked like
weapons, one of which a winged staff with two snakes winding around it. Harry thought
it would be wildly impractical to carry that thing into battle. There was also a
sword with a silver blade and a shield shaped like a Gryphon tucking in its wings.
Harry suspected that it was made out of solid gold.</p>
<p>At the centre of the room stood a large round table with fourteen chairs, thirteen
of which were currently occupied by as Snape had said before old men. Harry only
recognised one and wondered when exactly Professor Slughorn had arrived here.</p>
<p>"Gentlemen," Snape greeted evenly, standing tall. Harry felt sort of in awe when
he saw just how confident Snape was, glancing at each and every face in the room with
a positively bored expression on his face, his hands clasped behind his back.</p>
<p>"We do appreciate you being so very prompt, Severus," a short man said. His hair
was long and silvery and tied into a thick ponytail and he wore a short beard.
Something about his features seemed familiar to Harry but he couldn't quite put his
finger on it. He noticed that he was fidgeting and willed himself to stop.</p>
<p>"Of course, Caratacus," Snape replied politely. "I understand that you are a very
busy man. Especially these days. We will take no more of your time than absolutely
necessary."</p>
<p>The other men all eyed Harry and Snape curiously but none of them spoke. Harry got
the distinct impression that this Caratacus character was the boss of sorts. Even
Slughorn didn't do anything but smile and nod at Harry. Though the small
acknowledgement put Harry a bit more at ease, even if only slightly.</p>
<p>"Kindly present us with your Magnum Opus, Mr Potter," Caratacus said urgently.
Harry hastily started walking over to the table when Snape stopped him with his
outstretched hand and motioned for the boy to give him his research. Harry obliged
willingly and watched how Snape duplicated the papers fourteen times, passing along a
copy to each of the Masters present. He presented the bottled potion in the middle of
the table and spoke.</p>
<p>"Harry James Potter who is apprenticed to myself, Severus Snape, is presenting his
potion named Umbral Locum. I have supervised the creation of this potion as well as
most of its test runs. You will find a detailed description of both the theorem and
the practical findings in the papers in your hands. I kindly ask you to read through
them and hold all questions until after you're finished."</p>
<p>Snape took a seat in the last empty chair and started reading his own copy. Harry
suppressed a frown. Snape had read through all his paperwork several times over. No
doubt he knew several of the pages by heart by now. The man didn't even glance at
Harry as he stood waiting as rigidly as he could. Harry suspected that this had
everything to do with decorum and tried not to mind as much as he once would have.
Instead, he occluded his mind and allowed himself to become at ease.</p>
<p>When he visibly relaxed, Harry could've sworn that he saw a smile on Snape's face
but didn't know if that was because of the notes he was currently reading or because
he knew that Harry had occluded.</p>
<p>It seemed to take forever for the men to read everything they had been given.
Harry tried to read the facial expressions of the Masters present but they weren't
exactly open books. Every now and then, one would glance at the potion in the middle
of the table. Other times, one's eyebrows would go up so far that they almost
disappeared into their hair. Harry saw some shake their heads where others smiled
very lightly. When Caratacus started rapping his fingers on the table, Harry looked
at the man only to find him staring right at him.</p>
<p>Harry immediately righted himself, neatly clasped his hands behind his back and
tried to look worthy of the man's attention. He seemed to be waiting for something.
Eventually, the other Masters closed their bundle of paperwork and folded their
hands, waiting until everyone else was finished. When they were, Caratacus spoke
first.</p>
<p>"This potion of yours needs to be personalized during its creation", he said.</p>
<p>"Yes sir," Harry replied, pleased that his voice sounded loud and clear.</p>
<p>"Then tell me, Mr Potter," the man continued, "just for whom was this particular
potion brewed? The one now sitting in front of is."</p>
<p>"For me, sir," Harry answered again.</p>
<p>"Surely you understand that we can't test a potion that won't work on us. Has
anyone but you ever tested this potion?"</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," Harry replied eagerly. He felt a slight tremor in his hands behinds
his back and squeezed his fingers. "My Master Severus Snape has drunk the potion
before."</p>
<p>This elicited a few quiet murmurs as the attention shifted to Snape who sat
straight in his chair.</p>
<p>"Severus," Caratacus prompted. "Is this true?"</p>
<p>"It is," Snape replied honestly. "And I can testify that it does indeed work as
promised."</p>
<p>"As long as you are able to Occlude," Caratacus pointed out. "What would happen to
those who could?"</p>
<p>"We haven't tested that," Harry replied again. "And I would advise against it. I
suspect the test subject might lose memories of the person they are meeting with. I
would suggest anyone willing to try it who is not able to occlude to have an
Occlumens join them for their protection."</p>
<p>"There aren't that many around, I daresay," Caratacus said again.</p>
<p>"No sir," Harry admitted.</p>
<p>"Very well," Caratacus coughed and flipped a few pages. "I must admit that it is
rather disconcerting that this potion requires the use of blood." He gazed at Harry
from across his spectacles, regarding him for a moment. "Surely, you understand that
this is highly unorthodox and will likely be allowed only under various
restrictions."</p>
<p>"I would hope so, sir," Harry replied. "While I created this potion to help
people, I also understand that it wouldn't be to everyone's benefit to meet with the
dead. If a mind healer would deem it helpful, I would hope that the patient would be
allowed its use."</p>
<p>Harry was starting to feel rather proud of himself. He had prepared this meeting
through and through. And while before, he had been worried that he might not be able
to answer all questions, he found that so far he had no problems in doing so. He
could feel Snape's gaze resting on him but didn't dare look away from Caratacus in
fear that he would be deemed impolite for doing so.</p>
<p>"I suppose that would be agreeable," Caratacus said before flipping through more
pages. After a while, he sighed deeply. "Mr Potter," he said. "The brewing of this
potion requires the use of Occlumency, innate magic and an alchemical circle. These
are all very rare skills and I must say that most of the brewers in our guild do not
possess these skills. One perhaps but not two and only very rarely all three."</p>
<p>"I admit that the difficulty level of this potion is high," Harry said. "But the
skills required to brew it while rare can certainly be learned. I assure you that
anyone who is willing enough to brew the Umbral Locum will succeed in learning these
skills. They might even benefit them in their own creations."</p>
<p>A new round of murmurs swept across the table and Harry wondered if he had said
too much. This time he did glance at Snape and saw that the man was smirking, an
amused glint in his eyes.</p>
<p>"As you say," Caratacus said when his colleagues quieted down. "I suppose the test
is not to create a potion that is easy to replicate but rather to create something
beneficial to our magical kind. Thank you for your presentation, Mr Potter. We shall
take this into account as well as your other creations of late and put the question
of your Mastery to a vote. We shall send you an owl with our decision."</p>
<p>"Of course, sir," Harry said respectfully.</p>
<p>"Gentlemen," Snape greeted again as he rose from his seat and joined Harry on his
way out. He was after all not allowed to vote for his own apprentice.</p>
<p>"How did I do?" Harry asked. He had begun fidgeting again.</p>
<p>"You've done admirably," Snape said gruffly, an angry scowl in place.</p>
<p>"And yet, you don't seem happy," Harry pointed out. "What's wrong?"</p>
<p>"You heard them," Snape sighed as he sat down on the very last step. "They're not
going to allow you a Mastery this time."</p>
<p>Harry frowned. "Why not?"</p>
<p>"Saying that they'll review your other creations first," Snape huffed. "Honestly,
this potion should have been more than enough to convince all of them on the spot.
Also, they know very well what you've been brewing so far. I've kept them updated to
the best of my abilities. Honestly, Lovegood just can't stand young talent and would
rather convince his colleagues that you're too young rather than accept your
talent."</p>
<p>"Lovegood?" Harry asked in confusion.</p>
<p>"Yes," Snape said. "Caratacus Lovegood. He's the head of St Mungo's."</p>
<p>Harry found himself gaping at his father. "What?" he asked. "And you didn't think
that important enough to tell me?"</p>
<p>"Which part?" Snape asked cleverly. "That he's the head of St Mungo's or that he's
your girlfriend's uncle?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I don't know," Harry replied sardonically. "Perhaps both?"</p>
<p>Snape chuckled softly. "Neither of these facts would have done you any good in
your quest today. Your head was swimming with information already and I did not feel
the need to add to your inner turmoil."</p>
<p>"Does he dislike me?" Harry asked.</p>
<p>"Hm," Snape replied. "Dislike is a strong word. But he believes that at least part
of your success of late has much to do with your status and your defeat of the Dark
Lord. He would probably need some more convincing before he sees that your skills are
your own."</p>
<p>"As if you would ever allow me to cheat," Harry snorted. "You'd sooner become the
next Dark Lord."</p>
<p>Snape laughed loudly at that. "As you say," he replied with another chuckle. "Now,
I suggest we leave this wretched place behind. Worry not. There will be more
chances."</p>
<p>"Sometimes it takes a couple of tries to get there," Harry said as he smiled at
his shoes. He didn't see Snape's befuddled expression but just smiled feeling better
with the consoling words Luna had given him before he even really needed them.</p>
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<p>When Harry joined his friends in the great hall for dinner, it became clear that
they had been waiting for him expectantly. Even Draco had joined the Gryffindor table
again and Luna had taken a seat next to him. Harry swallowed a groan and took a seat
next to Ron.</p>
<p>"So," Draco said. "Are you a Master yet?"</p>
<p>"Unfortunately not," Harry sighed. "Well, officially they will let me know their
vote via owl post but Snape thinks they're just stalling."</p>
<p>Ron frowned. "Why would they do that?"</p>
<p>Harry shrugged. "Snape thinks said that they are very archaic in their way of
thinking and difficult to convince. He also said that Mr Lovegood probably thinks I
only got as far as I did because of my reputation." He glanced at Luna who was
listening with a serene smile on her face.</p>
<p>"Hold on," Hermione interjected. "Lovegood, you said?" She then turned to face
Luna. "I didn't know there was a Potions Master in your family."</p>
<p>"Oh yes," Luna said airily. "My uncle is quite an amazing potioneer. He really
seems to listen to the elements, as I gather. Father is quite jealous of him
actually. He doesn't do a lot of brewing anymore though. He doesn't have the time
since he's running St Mungo's and everything."</p>
<p>Hermione nearly choked on her food. "Hang on!" she gasped. "He's the head of St
Mungo's as well? That's amazing!"</p>
<p>Luna smiled. "Yes, he has always been quite ambitious," she admitted. "But it
makes me feel sad for him. I don't think he ever finds the time to think about
himself anymore. It made him somewhat difficult to approach."</p>
<p>"Hm," Harry responded. "He seemed stern but not unfair."</p>
<p>"That's right," Luna said. "You'll just need to convince him somehow. I am
absolutely sure that you will get his vote once he sees what you can do."</p>
<p>This cheered Harry up somewhat. "Thanks, Luna," he said, putting his hand on hers.
He glanced over at the high table where Snape was talking with Maya. She shook her
head slightly and said something in a rather fierce manner that made Snape laugh. She
glanced at Harry and when she noticed him looking at her, she looked at him sadly.
Harry just shrugged and smiled at her.</p>
<p>"It's nice to see everyone so happy," Luna said. "I think Professor Snape might
finally have rediscovered himself."</p>
<p>"Whatever <em>that</em> means," Ron snorted before helping himself to a roll.</p>
<p>"Good to see that you're all turning into a big, happy family," Draco said far to
sarcastically. He skewered a piece of meat and inelegantly shoved it in his
mouth.</p>
<p>Harry regarded the Slytherin carefully, remembering that things weren't well with
his mother. "Draco," he said. "Is everything alright?"</p>
<p>Harry did his best not to say too much in front of his friends. He didn't think
Draco would want the news about his ill mother to spread.</p>
<p>"As much as it was before," Draco sighed. "I'm sorry, Harry. That was uncalled
for. You deserve to be happy and Snape does too. It won't do to be envious."</p>
<p>Harry bumped into Draco's shoulder with his own ever so slightly and grinned at
the boy when he glared at him.</p>
<p>"Everything will be okay," he told the blonde. "Just you wait."</p>
<p>"How much longer?" Draco sighed.</p>
<p>"One day at a time," Harry told his friend. He ignored the odd glances their
friends were giving them, as did Draco. He didn't seem too convinced but offered
Harry a small smile nonetheless.</p>
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<p>"Those old goats need to be replaced anyway," Maya said as she passionately
pointed her fork at Snape. "Any person with half a brain could see that Harry knew
what he was talking about." She huffed as she cut her pasta into very small pieces.
"I have half a mind to go over there myself and tell them what's what."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "You will do no such thing," he told her. "In fact, you wouldn't
even know where to go."</p>
<p>"So tell me," Maya urged.</p>
<p>"Eat your food," Snape told her as he cut into his own vegetables.</p>
<p>"I am," Maya protested. She ate a forkful of pasta and glanced at Gryffindor
table. "Harry seems to be taking it well."</p>
<p>"He has good friends," Snape told her. "And he knows that he can always try again
later. In any case, it would have been rather early for him to become a Master,
wouldn't you say?"</p>
<p>Maya shrugged. "What does age matter if your talent speaks for you?"</p>
<p>"He could probably do with some more life experience first," Snape said plainly.
"Perhaps then those old coots would take him more seriously."</p>
<p>"And where would he be getting that experience?" Maya asked incredulously. "He
needs to finish his education first."</p>
<p>"I'm thinking about it," Snape replied with a sideways glance at McGonagall.
"Don't worry so much. You're supposed to be impartial about your students."</p>
<p>Maya snorted indignantly. "Since he's your son, I can't do that," she pointed out.
"As if <em>you</em> are impartial."</p>
<p>Snape chuckled. "Much more so now than I was a few years ago," he admitted. "I
don't let my personal relationship with Harry get in the way of my classes, in any
case, nor of his apprenticeship."</p>
<p>"Neither do I," Maya said. She dumped another handful of cheese on her plate and
meshed it in the dish. "But I can feel sorry for him while I sit here where no other
student can hear me."</p>
<p>"I suppose," Snape agreed. "Just don't grade his essays unfairly simply because
he's a bit down about his result."</p>
<p>Maya chuckled. "You and your essays," she said, swatting his shoulder
playfully.</p>
<p>Snape raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Surely, you would not have them submit
<em>drawings</em> about their favourite historic event?"</p>
<p>Maya just winked at him and took another bite of her food, not acknowledging
Snape's question with an answer. Dumbledore seemed to be humming pleasantly in the
background.</p>
<p>"I am working with lunatics," Snape mumbled amusedly and somewhere to his left,
McGonagall snorted.</p>
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<p>It was only the next morning when Slughorn had returned to Hogwarts and had taken
his seat at the high table. Harry looked at him anxiously a part of him still
hoping that Snape had read too much into Lovegood's response but was met with a
neutral mask of indifference. Snape was talking to him in what appeared to be a
hushed whisper but he too showed no emotions.</p>
<p>Harry was drawn out of his thoughts when a soft, fleeting kiss was pressed against
his cheek. He looked up just in time to see Luna sitting down next to him.</p>
<p>"Good morning, Luna," Hermione greeted her kindly. "I hope you slept well."</p>
<p>Luna smiled at her sweetly. "I always do," she replied. "I like to dream, you see.
I never tire of dreams."</p>
<p>"I suppose," Hermione said uneasily.</p>
<p>"Was I in them?" Harry asked, smirking slightly.</p>
<p>"You were," Luna admitted. "But in my dream, you were a golden snake swimming in a
sea of green."</p>
<p>Harry grimaced. "How would you know that snake was me?"</p>
<p>Luna giggled. "It was a dream," she replied. "I just knew, of course."</p>
<p>At that moment, the owl post arrived and Harry retreated out of the conversation
to look up at the parliament of owls now soaring through the halls as they dropped
letters and packages.</p>
<p>A particularly large, white owl swooped down gracefully and landed in front of
Harry; extending its foot. It looked up with large blue eyes and waited patiently.
Harry inhaled sharply and removed the letter.</p>
<p>"You flew a long way, didn't you?" Luna asked the owl kindly. "Would you like some
bacon, Mr owl? Or would you prefer a sausage?"</p>
<p>Relieved of its burden, the owl hopped over to Luna to accept her offering before
hooting in thanks and flying off again. Harry glanced at the high table where Snape
was watching him intently and opened the letter.</p>
<p class='c1'><em>For the eyes of apprentice Harry Potter</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>Mr Potter,</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>We have read both your theorem and the accompanying paper with much
interest and curiosity. The foundation for the Umbral Locum is sound and its effects
could one day be implemented by mind healers as you suggested.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>At this time, however, we feel that the creation of this potion has
been somewhat rash and it hasn't been tested properly. Two test subjects one of
those being yourself is not enough to stave a scientific breakthrough.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>And while you have invented a few other potions as well, we would
like to see what you're able to come up with in the future before we fully accept you
into our ranks.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em>If you are serious about your desire to become a Potions Master, I
expect you to not allow this first refusal to shake the foundation of your goals.
Persevere, Mr Potter and perhaps one day you will stand among us as our
equal.</em></p>
<p class='c1'><em><strong>Master Caratacus Lovegood.</strong></em></p>
<p>Harry sighed in resignation. He folded the piece of parchment and put it in his
pocket.</p>
<p>"Bad news?" Hermione asked.</p>
<p>"As Snape expected," Harry sighed. "They won't accept my contribution."</p>
<p>"There's only one thing you can do, I suppose," Luna said as she grabbed his
hand.</p>
<p>"Oh yeah?" Harry asked. "What is that?"</p>
<p>"Try again, of course."</p>
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<p><em>What did you all think? Don't neglect to send me a review now! Please, as a
Christmas gift?</em><br/>
<em>On that note, Merry Christmas to you all!</em></p>
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