Oh no. Was I in trouble? Did I do it all wrong? Hermione was helping me so I should have gotten it right. Or did he notice Hermione helping me? Sorry Hermione.

The professor seemed to be thinking about something so I chose not to interrupt him. He didn't seem the type to be interrupted.

Finally he looked at me and spoke:

"After some careful consideration..." I'm sure even careful consideration doesn't take that long but ah well "I have chosen to offer you extra potions lessons."

I froze. What! I must be bad at potions if I was being offered extra lessons. But despite not wanting to I knew I would be better of if I did as I wasn't good at potions and probably needed to catch up.

Professor Snape looked impatient so I agreed.

"That's would be alright if you don't mind, sir," He seemed shocked for some reason but I ignored it, "when will the lessons be?"

"Every Wednesday night, 8 o'clock sharp."

I nodded and left the room

Professor Snape's pov:

Black seemed too polite for her kind. Maybe she wasn't like her father like I had first thought. Perhaps I miss judged her. Well I'll have to wait until Wednesday to find out. Wait, Wednesday is tomorrow. Merlins Beard, I'm bad at timing.

Ivys pov:

I ran and somehow caught up with the 3. Hermione asked me where I had been.

"I have extra potions every Wednesday at 8 o'clock" I answered calmly. Ron and Harry practically died on the spot and Hermione looked thoughtful.

"Wednesday's tomorrow you know" She said looking at me. I gasped. It was that soon. Oh. She looked smug, so I scowled at her. We carried on walking leaving the boys behind us.

"We have defence against the dark arts next." Hermione looked at me. She seemed proud she had remembered the timetable. I nodded.

"My godfather is the new teacher!"

"New teacher for what?" Ron and Harry appeared behind us out of breath. We hadn't walked that far had we?

Hermione answered. "DADA, her godfathers the new teacher for it." The two boys nodded.

"So about him those potions lessons..." Ron started but Hermione screened that we had to get to DADA. We raced up the stairs and got to the glass just in time.

Remus told us all to follow him. I wondered where we were going. Maybe he was going to kill us? Cool lesson that would be. Only the Slytherins though.

We entered the staff room. Only professor Snape was in there and he left almost immediately. Remus led us up to an old closet which was shaking violently. I heard Hermione say that it was a bogart. I had read about how them in a book I got from Dromeda. They would turn into what you fear the most. I wondered what my worst fear would be.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of laughter. I looked to the front to see professor Snape dressed in old woman's clothed and Nevill looking very proud of himself.

Remus told us all to get into a line. I was behind Ron in front of Harry. Rons worst fear was spiders. I hate spiders. I was dreading doing this but stepped forward anyway.

The bogart instantly turned into my father. Some girl screamed. Aright he's a mass murderer but he isn't that scary. He started speaking to me:

"You're  just like me. Evil and cruel. Were exactly the same. We.." I and heard enough.

"Ridiculous!" I screamed at I and he transformed into a Wooden figure, stiff and unmoving. I allowed myself a small smile then moved to the side to watch Harry.

I saw Remus looking a bit nervous and I knew why. Everyone knew of Harry and the Voldemort so his bogart would probably be Voldemort.

It wasn't. It was a dementor. Remus didn't seem to like it to much a nadir jumped in front of Harry. His bogart was a full moon. Strange.

Everyone was staring at me when we left so I turned to Harry to distract myself.

"You ok mate?"

"Yeah I'm fine" I nodded and we walked to charms where Ron was waiting for us, but for the rest of the day I couldn't get the bogart out of my head:

"You're just like me..."

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Yessss new chapter. So that's her bogart. I wanted it to be that as she hates her father and is scared of being like him.

All characters exept Ivy belong to J.k Rowling.