Disclaimer: As I write this fic I weep
These characters are not mine to keep
If a claim to them I make
My bank account the law will take.
Introduction : A New Teacher On Staff
A man in his late thirties, his hair a mix of silver, brown and blond, walked contentedly
through the halls of Hogwarts. Reaching the Great Hall, he smiled with the memories that
went alongside this beautiful school. It was so good to be back...
Pushing through the doors, he found the hall nearly empty, as can be expected during the
Winter break. The only professor at the staff table was Albus Dumbledore, the very man
he wanted to see. Attracting the headmaster's attention as he approached, he smiled
warmly. He placed his briefcase on the table before him and shook the man's hand.
"Professor Lupin, glad you finally managed to come." Dumbledore nodded to the
knew Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Lupin did not have a chance to respond
how ever as there were numerous chairs scraping and three eager young students
approached.
"Professor Lupin! You're back at last! I never thought you would come back. I
thought the whole werewolf thing meant you wouldn't return."
Professor Romulus S. Lupin looked down at the three Gryffindor students with polite
confusion.
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I've ever met you before."
Hermione, Ron and Harry looked in disbelief at their teacher, who was acting confused
and was pretending not to know his most prized students.
What was Remus Lupin hiding they wondered?
Suddenly seeing Harry's scar, Romulus nodded in understanding.
"You're Harry Potter, pleased to meet you." He held out a hand to the boy who
lived, who looked at him in utter confusion.
"Don't you remember me?" Harry asked in shock, "or my friends?"
"Yes, you taught us in our third year." Chipped in a girl with wavy brown hair
who stood beside Harry.
Romulus felt pity for these students, they seemed to have suffered some sort of horrible
memory charm. They had confused him for someone else, whom they thought they knew.
Wait... thought Romulus to himself, could it be? He turned over his shoulder to look at
Dumbledore, who was straining to keep from openly laughing in amusement. Raising an
eyebrow in the Headmaster's direction, Romulus shook his head. Of course Remus would
fail to mention that he had taught here of all places.
Not wanting the headache of explaining about his identical twin, Romulus picked up his
briefcase.
"I'll speak with you later headmaster." He said smoothly, he began to exit, but
just before, he took Harry's hand in a friendly shake, making his scar suddenly burn
fiercely.
Heading back to their common room, Harry Ron and Hermione began a very anxious
conversation.
"What happened to Professor Lupin? Why doesn't he recognize us?" Ron voiced, feeling quite unsettled by the encounter with their old teacher.
"He looks different too, doesn't he?" Said Hermione, thoughtfully. Harry caught
the familiar reflective air to Hermione's voice immediately.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. They passed by the Fat Lady with an easily
muttered password and settled themselves down in their favourite chairs by the fire.
"Well..." said Hermione, "for one thing; he seems a lot more properly kept. His
robes were new and spotless and he seemed awake and fresh. He was under a lot less
stress than usual. For another; his gait is different, he walks less like himself and more
like..."
"Snape." Harry finished. He had seen it too. "But there's something else as well,
when I shook Lupin's hand, my scar was practically on fire." Both Hermione and Ron
grew much paler.
"Could he be, a Death Eater?" Ron said nervously. Harry tensed at the very
thought. Hermione however, merely shrugged her shoulders.
"Or controlled by one someone who is." She said quietly. Ron's mouth fell open
in horror, but Harry brushed the idea aside.
"Come on Hermione, you're the smartest of us all, you know Snape is on our
side." Hermione supplied Harry with a level gaze, suggesting she knew exactly what she
was talking about.
"How much do we really know about Snape exactly? How exactly can you
explain Lupin's behavior otherwise?" Ron nodded in agreement with her statement.
"How far would you trust Snape, Harry?" Harry knew the answer to that was : As
far as I can throw him with a dislocated shoulder. But he didn't want to make a decision
just yet. He had after all really looked up to Remus and new that both Remus and Snape
were working against Voldemort. Supposedly.
We'll just have to watch them carefully." Said Harry. The three nodded in
agreement.
Unloading his things in his new office, Romulus' sigh was less content and more
troubled. If Remus taught here, why didn't he tell me? Romulus couldn't imagine why his
brother would keep such secrets from him, but at least, Romulus thought, I'm closer to
Dumbledore, and the workings against the Dark Lord. Suddenly feeling a wave of
sickness wash over him, Romulus fell to his knees, drawing ragged, shallow breaths.
Once he recovered, he brought more questions to his mind. Why had he been called of all
people to teach here? The other Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher had resigned
from his post after a "conflict with the staff". Who was causing these problems?
Knowing that he would have to begin teaching the next day, Romulus decided to try and
get some rest. As he felt another heap of nausea pass him by, he knew that he would need
to find the potions teacher to keep him from looking like the dead the next day.
Pacing the halls in the dead of night, a sole cloaked figure kept firm watch. Walking with
a smooth speed and severity, the lone shadow tried to chase away his restlessness. The
Dark Lord had said he had sent him help, by way of the new Professor. Severus Snape
halted in his paces to let out a frustrated curse. How would he keep the truth from
Dumbledore? A/N: I prithee, review! Good or bad it's all good!
These characters are not mine to keep
If a claim to them I make
My bank account the law will take.
Introduction : A New Teacher On Staff
A man in his late thirties, his hair a mix of silver, brown and blond, walked contentedly
through the halls of Hogwarts. Reaching the Great Hall, he smiled with the memories that
went alongside this beautiful school. It was so good to be back...
Pushing through the doors, he found the hall nearly empty, as can be expected during the
Winter break. The only professor at the staff table was Albus Dumbledore, the very man
he wanted to see. Attracting the headmaster's attention as he approached, he smiled
warmly. He placed his briefcase on the table before him and shook the man's hand.
"Professor Lupin, glad you finally managed to come." Dumbledore nodded to the
knew Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Lupin did not have a chance to respond
how ever as there were numerous chairs scraping and three eager young students
approached.
"Professor Lupin! You're back at last! I never thought you would come back. I
thought the whole werewolf thing meant you wouldn't return."
Professor Romulus S. Lupin looked down at the three Gryffindor students with polite
confusion.
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I've ever met you before."
Hermione, Ron and Harry looked in disbelief at their teacher, who was acting confused
and was pretending not to know his most prized students.
What was Remus Lupin hiding they wondered?
Suddenly seeing Harry's scar, Romulus nodded in understanding.
"You're Harry Potter, pleased to meet you." He held out a hand to the boy who
lived, who looked at him in utter confusion.
"Don't you remember me?" Harry asked in shock, "or my friends?"
"Yes, you taught us in our third year." Chipped in a girl with wavy brown hair
who stood beside Harry.
Romulus felt pity for these students, they seemed to have suffered some sort of horrible
memory charm. They had confused him for someone else, whom they thought they knew.
Wait... thought Romulus to himself, could it be? He turned over his shoulder to look at
Dumbledore, who was straining to keep from openly laughing in amusement. Raising an
eyebrow in the Headmaster's direction, Romulus shook his head. Of course Remus would
fail to mention that he had taught here of all places.
Not wanting the headache of explaining about his identical twin, Romulus picked up his
briefcase.
"I'll speak with you later headmaster." He said smoothly, he began to exit, but
just before, he took Harry's hand in a friendly shake, making his scar suddenly burn
fiercely.
Heading back to their common room, Harry Ron and Hermione began a very anxious
conversation.
"What happened to Professor Lupin? Why doesn't he recognize us?" Ron voiced, feeling quite unsettled by the encounter with their old teacher.
"He looks different too, doesn't he?" Said Hermione, thoughtfully. Harry caught
the familiar reflective air to Hermione's voice immediately.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. They passed by the Fat Lady with an easily
muttered password and settled themselves down in their favourite chairs by the fire.
"Well..." said Hermione, "for one thing; he seems a lot more properly kept. His
robes were new and spotless and he seemed awake and fresh. He was under a lot less
stress than usual. For another; his gait is different, he walks less like himself and more
like..."
"Snape." Harry finished. He had seen it too. "But there's something else as well,
when I shook Lupin's hand, my scar was practically on fire." Both Hermione and Ron
grew much paler.
"Could he be, a Death Eater?" Ron said nervously. Harry tensed at the very
thought. Hermione however, merely shrugged her shoulders.
"Or controlled by one someone who is." She said quietly. Ron's mouth fell open
in horror, but Harry brushed the idea aside.
"Come on Hermione, you're the smartest of us all, you know Snape is on our
side." Hermione supplied Harry with a level gaze, suggesting she knew exactly what she
was talking about.
"How much do we really know about Snape exactly? How exactly can you
explain Lupin's behavior otherwise?" Ron nodded in agreement with her statement.
"How far would you trust Snape, Harry?" Harry knew the answer to that was : As
far as I can throw him with a dislocated shoulder. But he didn't want to make a decision
just yet. He had after all really looked up to Remus and new that both Remus and Snape
were working against Voldemort. Supposedly.
We'll just have to watch them carefully." Said Harry. The three nodded in
agreement.
Unloading his things in his new office, Romulus' sigh was less content and more
troubled. If Remus taught here, why didn't he tell me? Romulus couldn't imagine why his
brother would keep such secrets from him, but at least, Romulus thought, I'm closer to
Dumbledore, and the workings against the Dark Lord. Suddenly feeling a wave of
sickness wash over him, Romulus fell to his knees, drawing ragged, shallow breaths.
Once he recovered, he brought more questions to his mind. Why had he been called of all
people to teach here? The other Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher had resigned
from his post after a "conflict with the staff". Who was causing these problems?
Knowing that he would have to begin teaching the next day, Romulus decided to try and
get some rest. As he felt another heap of nausea pass him by, he knew that he would need
to find the potions teacher to keep him from looking like the dead the next day.
Pacing the halls in the dead of night, a sole cloaked figure kept firm watch. Walking with
a smooth speed and severity, the lone shadow tried to chase away his restlessness. The
Dark Lord had said he had sent him help, by way of the new Professor. Severus Snape
halted in his paces to let out a frustrated curse. How would he keep the truth from
Dumbledore? A/N: I prithee, review! Good or bad it's all good!