Chapter 1
Old to New
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Severus Snape sat at the deck in his study drunk again. He just finished his fifth, or was it his sixth, tumbler of Fire Whiskey.
He looked down knowning he should be grading the summer essays, but couldn't do it. He was stressed and he was tired of doing everything for everyone and nothing for himself.
He was a spy for Dumbledore, and that was stressful. He was an informant for Voldemort and that was a pain. Every meeting was a life or death situation. And he was a teacher. He loved being a teacher but as of late it was becoming hell.
Having to take life so seriously was very quickly driving him insane. He needed something to relax him, mind, body and soul. And he had a good idea just what to do.
He constantly heard whispers from his students about how he needed a long vacation with a very pretty girl. And since he couldn't just take random vacations without causing a nosy headmaster to look into his personal life, he's just had to find a pretty girl instead.
But it couldn't be just any girl. Severus wanted a challenge. A girl he couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried. Someone smart enough for him to talk to, but inexperienced enough for him to teach her something new.
This wasn't going to be easy, but then again that's part of the reason why he was doing it.
A new school year would be starting in three days, so he had some time to scope out the seventh year girls. All other years were off limits to teachers, but the seventh years were of age and one step away from being full adults.
Severus decided it was time he give up the charade of grading papers and get ready for bed. So he got up and headed to his personal rooms for a shower.
He got out feeling refreshed and a bit more sober than when he got in. He was walking into his room when he stopped in front his mirror. He had finally taking Minerva's advice and took some time last summer focused on himself.
He started working out but only just a little but it showed rather well. He was still tall and slender but he now had some definite muscle tone. He was more tan then pale, due to some well spent time in the sun. His skin was no longer clammy but smooth and in most places hairless.
His hair was the hardest thing for him to change. He finally gave in to Madame Hootch and let her cut and style his hair. It was longer in the back, which he normally kept pulled back in a low ponytail. And the front was a little shorter to were it would fall forward over his forehead and into his eyes. And it was soft. How she managed to get it soft was beyond him, but he preferred it that way. (His hair style is more of an anime thing rather than a mullet. It's hard to describe the difference.)
He was still sarcastic and an ass but he had learned to calm down. In all honesty he blames his entire behavioral change on the medi witch and her vendetta against him. Years of her having to wake up at all hours of the night tend to his wounds after a death eater rally had finally gotten to her. He believed she was spiking his pain relievers and healing droughts with mood suppressors and personality pick me ups.
Dumbledore thought he was insane when he told the Headmaster of his accusations. The old man just played daft and would smile and say,
"Your just being paranoid Severus. You are just being who you want to be. That's all."
'Whatever' Severus mumbled to himself.
It was getting late and he had a plan to implement in the morning, so he laid down and was soon asleep.
Author's Notes: This is only my second story so I hope everyone likes it. I thought Snape deserved to be a little less stereotypical. But I hope you guys like it.