DISCLAIMER- So, here is the promised re-write of "the potion master's assistant." Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Halo Spencer, however, is mine. Hope everyone enjoys the new version, and I swear I'll finish this one. Also, Pendergast belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child.

Also: The Sidhe is something I read a while back in Laurell K Hamilton's "A Caress of Twilight", the Sidhe are apart of folklore and I think they're fascinating. Look them up some time if you feel I don't cover it well enough. -Gadget


Pendergast left later that night after telling Halo how long it had been since he'd talked to someone named Constance. I could only guess it was his daughter, he was old enough for offspring but my lover had never said anything about the blonde man having children. It just seemed like the sort of thing Halo would mention, but I didn't ask about it. Actually, I didn't even get the chance to ask my lover anything. The moment after he had taken the agent back to America via Floo Powder, he went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running for a long time, an hour maybe.

I could only imagine the pleasure of a real shower after several weeks of only cleansing spells; it must feel like heaven. When he finally came out, wearing only a tower about his waist, I saw on his body just how long it had been. He was so skinny, not slender like I remembered him, but skinny. I could make out the shape of his ribs under his skin and he'd removed his nipple ring and was holding it loosely in his fingers. His hair was still dripping water and I was reminded of the day this entire mess had started, the day he'd gone under the ice and O'Malley had decided to extract his...whatever you wanted to call it. Revenge? Punishment? The day he'd placed the spell on my lover for the Dark Lord.

He didn't say anything, just went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama pants. He cast his eyes over his bare shoulder at me, asking me without speaking to give him some privacy. I turned my back on him, only turning around again when I heard him jump on the bed. He lay with his arms crossed over his stomach, staring up at the ceiling; he looked very pale against the black bed-sheet and I couldn't wait until the winter weather was over with so he could get some sun.

"Halo..." I had to swallow my pride, had to just let the words out. "I missed having you around." Those weren't the words I had wanted to say, but I suddenly found myself in the same position as Parkinson. Halo was awake now, able to answer me and I just couldn't say those damned three words.

He was silent, and I saw him close his eyes. "I know," He muttered. "I could hear you."

I felt my eyebrows shoot up. "You could hear me?"

Halo nodded. "Every word," He said. "Every word that everyone said, I heard it all. Hermione, Pansy, Zabini even. And you, of course."

I froze in the action of climbing on the bed beside him, one knee poised on the mattress. I had suspected as much, but to actually hear Halo confess it...was something very different, I had known but now I knew. I sat down, not wanting to be too close to him all of a sudden in the light of his confession. Merlin, he'd lied to Pendergast, he'd lied to me and I had been none the wiser. If he hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have known.

"You can't honestly believe you're in love with me, Professor." He said, his tone sounding incredulous.

"Professor?" I questioned his use of my title. "Why the formality?"

He didn't so much as shrug. "It seemed apt to call you that. Why, don't like it?"

"No," I said. "I don't like it, not from you Halo, not anymore anyway."

"Get over it," He hissed.

I arched my eyebrows at the younger man.

"Over me," He specified. "Get over me, over your obsession and your childish notion of love."

"What are you saying Halo?" I asked him though I knew. It couldn't be true, not after all this time, not after everything I had done to bring him back safely. Not after risking my life to go against the Dark Lord, he couldn't possibly be saying what I thought he was.

"Isn't it obvious Professor?" He didn't even move, just sat there against the headboard shooting me an unreadable look. I remembered once thinking that if I could just see his eyes, he would be so much easier to read; how wrong I had been. "I'm saying it's over. You, me, us, is over with. Was that too hard to figure out or do I need to be more clear?"

I cast my gaze over to him, disbelieving, thinking just maybe he was joking. Playing some new game with me; he played them often but this time, he wasn't. He meant everything he said.

"Why?" I asked. "Why now after all this time?"

"All this time?" Halo repeated. "It's only been a few months, hardly a lot of time to make anything out of our 'relationship' even if I had wanted to, Professor."

"So I was just another notch in your belt? That's what you're saying?"

"Pretty much, yeah. If you're done, get out."

I stood, reining in my urge to Crucio him into oblivion; it wouldn't earn me anything other than a calm mind. But Halo still meant a lot to me, I was sure he was only acting this way because of the date. That had to be the reason why, Halo had never been mean just because he could.

At the door, my calmness wore out and I looked over my shoulder at him, anger burning in my eyes while his yellow-gold-orange ones were utterly empty. "Fucking Sidhe half-breed, I should have just let O'Malley kill you."

I was almost out the door when I heard him speak. "You really should have. Now get out."

I didn't even look back... I still loved him, still wanted him. But at the same time, I hated him.

Halo's POV

I was fairly proud of myself for not running after Sev when he slammed the door. I wanted to, wanted to tell him why I had ended 'us' but it didn't really matter and truthfully it wasn't any of his fucking business. I held my hand up in front of my face, calling forth my hand of power and I felt an immense relief when my hand was covered by flame. After a moment, I willed the flame away, I knew I had been 'sleeping' for nearly four weeks, but I was exhausted.

I curled up on my side, willing the lights in my room to diminish and they did. Minutes later, I was asleep and I didn't dream.

Months went by, January 16th came and went and I spent the entire day smoking the remainder of my marijuana. I had yet to explain my reasons for breaking up with Sev to anyone other than Pend. I hadn't told Sev or Remus or the Headmaster when he's asked. As it turned out, the aging wizard had agreed to hire me in the hope of bringing Sev out of his shell. True, for a time, I had succeeded, at least until O'Malley's final attack and the Death Eater's confession while I was unconscious. I didn't tell Dumbledore about that either; it was between me and Sev even though I refused to acknowledge it.

I still worked as his assistant on my usual days, but there was a strained silence between us. So strained, in fact, I was sure several of the students felt it too. No one confronted either of us, much to my luck; Sev didn't even speak to me in class. I deserved the silent treatment, but I had thought the man was smart enough to understand why I did what I did, even if I didn't just come out and say it.

By the last week of the year, I couldn't take it any more. I was going back to America, I like Europe, don't get me wrong, but I missed New England and hanging out with Pend and my few school friends. Europe was great but there was nothing for me to do there anymore and America would always be home. I wanted to go back so bad, but not before I had a talk with Sev.

So I picked a day to do it, the day before the last of school. That afternoon I stood in front of my mirror wearing the same clothes I had worn the first time Sev kissed me. I wanted him to see what I remembered as a good time. But I got to thinking maybe the sight of my clothes and the memory associated with them would have the opposite effect and he would only be harder to deal with. I sighed and changed into a green shirt over the black jeans. It would have to do.

I knew the way to Sev's personal rooms down in the dungeon even if I had never been inside and given the time – 8pm- I figured that was the best place to start. I knocked six times before he answered, looking down his nose at me and I got to thinking that this was probably a bad idea and I should just go to America and forget about it all.

"What do you want Spencer?" He demanded.

I swallowed. "Just to talk with you,"

"Now's not a good time-"

"Bullshit Sev, it's the end of the year, you can spare ten minutes." I argued.

He didn't move from the doorway and I sighed in aggravation. "Just say what you came to say."

"Fine," I said. "I wanted to apologize for breaking up with you. God Sev, you told me you loved me, I don't know how you expected me to act. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I've treated you and ignored you these last few months. I'm sorry Sev."

He was silent, looking at me from under the curtain of his black hair.

"I'm going back to America, to see my friends. I just wanted to tell you before I left... I'll see you around Sev."

I started to walk away and I actually made it a few steps before he finally spoke.

"I didn't mean it when I said I should have let O'Malley kill you." He said softly.

I turned back, a forced smile lighting my features. "Doesn't matter Sev," I said. "You should have...y'know, let him kill me. It would have been better for both of us."

"I still love you," He started to move toward me and I took a quick step back.

"I don't care Sev but I hope that helps you sleep at night when I'm not there. I'll see you around maybe."

"You're not coming back next year?" Fucking hell, he gave me a look like I had kicked his puppy.

"I don't know," I told him. "Probably not though."

I was gone by the next day, only stopping long enough to say goodbye to Remus, Harry, Ron and Hermione. I didn't think I could say goodbye to Sev without begging him to come with me to America.

When I got to England, I found a payphone and called Pend to let him know I would be stopping by his place when I got off the plane. He invited me to stay for a few weeks before I went to my grandparent's house. It sounded like a plan even though Constance and I would have to put up with each other.

On the plane, I leafed through a box of pictures, smiling at nearly all of them. I had gone a long time without looking at them, but Ryan's face had started to fade from my mind and I wouldn't allow that to happen. I wanted his face in my memories for all time, he was the only person I loved and the only person I ever would.


So, thanks to everyone that read the Prince of Flame, my first ever Harry Potter fic and probably the longest story I've ever written. I had fun writing it and I hope everyone that read it had fun doing so. I don't know yet if I'll write another one. I'm sort of thinking about writing what happened before Halo went to Hogwarts (the events directly after Ryan's death) but I've yet to decide anything definite. Again, thank you so much for reading! - Gadget