A man with long slender, spider-like fingers ran his hand through the long brown wavy hair of the woman sitting in his lap, unknowingly. They sat in the living room on the couch watching an episode of a game show they enjoyed again, relaxing from a long stressful day. Nothing relaxed them better than watching Steve Harvey for a couple of hours. As the show went to commercial, the man looked down and realized what he had been doing and smirked pulling his hand away to wrap his arms around her small yet curvy waist. The sweet laughter that rose up from her chest and rang in his ears was like wind chimes, singing gently as a breeze flowed around the steel pipes, creating a relaxed smile on his normally tightly drawn pale pink. He moved his head to the side of hers, pressing his lips to her shoulder after his fingers successfully pushed the sleeve of her shirt aside. "Love..." he hummed softly.

"Hmm?" She hummed tilting her head to look back at him. Her green, doe shaped eyes stared unashamed, and without hesitation into his hard brown eyes before she raised her pale elegant hands to his face, giggling as she ran her thumbs over his large hooked nose. He chuckled taking her hands in his, kissing the palms and redirecting his lips to kiss hers; a pleasant shiver running down his spine as he listened to the quiet moan from her enjoying his tenderness before she slowly sank into his chest. He loved knowing she enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed her, it was a definitely boost to his confidence.

"Love, I'm gonna head up to bed." He whispered snaked his hand up her back, his fingertips playing with the tips of her hair.

"Already?" She whined sillily; she was in a playful mood.

"I have an early morning class tomorrow." He reminded her, hoping she would take the gentle hint.

She pouted, and for a moment, he thought she understood.

It was when his eyes opened after she stood up, that he noticed her pout had changed to a devious smile, and her hands pulled off her science bowl shirt. She giggled tossing it at him, blinding him so he only heard the padding of her feet on the wood flooring. He took the shirt in his hands, stunned, glancing over to her to be blessed with the short view of the sweet sinister cupping of her black bikini bottoms, hugging her round bottom so just a little of her bottom's curve showed, bouncing, as she ran away. "Come and get me Professor." She called.

He looked to the shirt in his hands again before throwing it to the arm of the couch and hurried up after her, however when he got up stairs, the young minx wasn't in sight. He stopped in the short hallway, and ran his hand through his long black hair glancing around to figure out where she had run off. There was only four doors up stairs. The bathroom, the bedroom, the guest room, and the water heater closet. She wouldn't go into the water heart closet, so he checked the bathroom. The shower curtain looked unmoved from when he had opened it to dry after his evening shower, but he checked. No sign of her. He jumped when he heard the sound of glass breaking. This game of hide and seek went to a whole new level, and fear struck him.

There had been news of break ins in the neighborhood, and for a moment he was scared that they were the next victims and rushed out of the bathroom hearing footsteps. He waited a moment before attacking the intruder by shoving them into a wall, and his hand around their throat, only to feel horrible. "Olivia!" He gasped.

She giggled, her body arched to his, gently brushing his lower limbs with hers as she relaxed under his hand. "Professor..." She whispered looking up at him through bedroom hooded eyes. To his surprised, she was aroused by this, which softened his feelings of feeling horrible. Sure he was scared about an intruder but as there wasn't one, maybe he could just play this off right and not appear to have been frighten? He thought.

"Did you break something?" He asked her.

"Mmm I bumped into side table in the guest room. The lamp fell and the lightbulb broke..." She explained making him chuckle. So that's where she was... He slipped his hand away from her throat and up into her hair, pulling sharply on her hair so her head tipped back exposing her neck to his mouth. He leaned forward and bit then kissed the sensitive spot of her neck before picking her up. "Samuel!" She gasped in surprise.

"Lock your legs around my waist, little girl." He told her.

She did as she was told, her eyes rolled back from the gentle mouthing on her neck as Samuel carried them into their bedroom.

"Mmm that was amazing, Sam." Olivia smiled stretching as Samuel sat up to light a cigarette. "What made you go so crazy like that?" She asked moving over to his leg and rested her chin on his thigh. He smirked and gave her a shrug blowing the smoke up before looking back down at her and stroked her naked body kindly.

"Just happened, I supposed."

"Mm, make sure it happens again. That was fun!" She kissed his palm before getting up, slipping his shirt on as she head to the bathroom. Samuel laughed as she left the room, leaning back onto the headboard closing his eyes as he exhaled again. However when she came back in with a stick pointed to her throat, and a hooded figure wearing a silver mask, he was quick to his feet.

"Olivia!"

"I wouldn't move if I were you." Spoke the man in a voice that created goosebumps up Samuel's arms as another hood figure walked in not wearing a mask so he was able to tell it was a woman. What was with their accents? They lived in America, in California. Why the hell were there these British people in his home? He didn't know anyone who was British, and it wasn't tourist season... The reported break ins in the neighborhood were also described as teenage delinquents... What was going on? Were the break ins really these guys? Samuel wondered in a panic before reaching a hand out slowly to the man holding Olivia. "Let her go... Please... I'll give you my wallet... Just give her back to me..."

"Well, well, well... Aren't they quite different..." Spoke the woman lowering her hood. She gave him a joker like grin behind the locks of a really bad 1980's perm. By the looks of it she probably hadn't brushed her hair since then either... He thought when she was suddenly really close to his face, with a rounded tip of what looked to be another stick pressed against his cheek. "How awful." She cackled.

"W-who? Different?" He asked in a quiet whisper, swallowing the small amount of fear that was growing, only to have it double up.

"We got her, let's go." said the masked man but the woman laughed.

"Uncanny the resemblance!" She said grabbing Samuel's nose.

"Get your hands off him, bitch!" Olivia snapped, only to have the man holding her twist her arm. She winced and whimpered in pain.

"Hush!" the man hissed.

"Look!" Samuel straightened. "You have the wrong person! I'm Samuel Sanders... And- and that's Olivia... She's my fianc`e..." Sam whispered his eyes locked on Olivia's.

"Well let's just say in an alternate universe... You are a teacher..." the woman smirked.

"I am...?" he didn't finish the statement but changed it to a question when he saw the pleased look on her face. He was a teacher... A Chemistry professor at UC Berkeley... What did she mean in an alternate universe?

"Aw! Not so different!" Cackled the lady. "Well in 'our' world, you're a wizard. You are a follower of our lord and yet also a follower for someone else..." She made a displeased face. "In this alternate universe... You are Severus Snape, the bastard that he is, and that little thing..." She spat looking over at Olivia who whimpered as the man tightened his grip on her. "I suppose she's Miss. Filthy, muggle born, Granger. A student." She nodded. Samuel didn't and wouldn't believe this. What was this woman saying and why? Why? He thought as she grabbed his chin. "Hmm, you're a lot cuter than him though."

"Don't touch me!" He snapped.

"Oh...! And a lot more out going..." she hissed.

"Sam..." Olivia whispered.

"Too bad. We don't need you." She smiled turning away as the man turned with Olivia screaming for Samuel. With both of them turned, he rushed after them, stopping them from a successful take off but at the cost of his life as Bellatrix turned around and hit him with the deadly unforgivable curse.

Olivia watched Samuel fall and she screamed starting to fight against them as well. They were strong and smart however what they didn't know about alternate universe magic was that when two similar soul are placed in the same time line, the incoming soul goes to the awaiting soul. As soon as Olivia broke away from the man, she was sucked into the vortex that Bellatrix had opened to jump back to their timeline and Olivia fell through it without them. Olivia was screaming, confused out of her mind as she spun in the vertex only to grab out at the air as if it would stop everything, and to her very surprise. It did.

Olivia was grasping the wrist of a girl, and then gasped realizing she was still naked aside from Samuel's shirt. She dropped the young girl's wrist so she could use both hands to cover herself and pull down the shirt. Where was she? Where was Samuel?!

The girl who she had grabbed, stared at her in horror before moving away and tried to shrug out of her cloak. "Miss..." she called as two boys popped their heads around her. "Head master!" she called draping her cloak over the semi-nude woman and turned to look at her face. So uncanny... how come they looked a like? Hermione thought.

"Holy cow..." Said a red hair boy in surprise when a man pushed his way through.

Olivia covered herself curling up into a ball, clutching to the midnight black robe, as people continued to look at her. She heard a man yelling,"Let me through, let me through!" but didn't know where the voice was coming from. It wasn't until Albus Dumbledore was looking down at her that she got the sense she was... safe? But how? She thought looking to the girl whom she would later learn was named Hermione Granger.

"Headmaster..."

Olivia's head whipped around to see a man who look identical to Samuel in long billowing black robes, and long untamed hair. But how? They had showered and Samuel's hair curled when it dried... She thought. But nonetheless, when Severus Snape appeared behind Albus, the young woman smiled, tears running down her face. She dropped the robe and wrapped her arms around Severus clinging to him.

"Samuel! Oh Samuel! I thought you were dead!" She sobbed as Snape covered her and glared at the students looking at him confused. Merlin! He thought annoyed. What the hell was going on?

"Professor Snape, please get the young lady some clothes, and take her and Miss Granger to my office..." Albus instructed. Although Snape didn't like what was happening, he listened, and pulled the lady into his arms bridal style, and Hermione re draped her cloak over the girl again. They both left the Great Hall as everyone began whispering.

"Professor... What does this mean? Why does she look like me? Why does she recognize you?" Hermione asked.

"She doesn't recognize me..." Snape snapped. "But this could very well mean someone was attempting to get inside the school by using her to pretend to be you." He grunted stunning her as they headed to the entrance.

Use her? Hermione thought confused as she practically ran to keep up with Professor Snape's long strides. What did this mean? In all her years of magic practice, and reading, she had never come across such forms of magic! Hermione raked at her brain for a plausible answer, but when Snape barked at her to go and get her spare uniform and then come to Dumbledore's office, she snapped out of it. There was no time to think, she had to get this girl some clothes first, and then maybe... maybe she would get some solid answers.