"Are you absolutely positive you're all right?"

"Absolutely, ma'am."

"Dylan..."

"I'm fine, I promise. Now, go along and do something nurse-ish. I'm sure there's a sick kid walking the halls somewhere."

"Oh, all right, but if you pass out again-"

"I didn't pass out."

"Sure, you didn't. But if it happens again, call me straight away."

"Okay."

"I mean it."

"Yes, mom. Can I get back to my class now?"

"If you're absolutely certain."

Dylan walked the school's head nurse to the door of his classroom and the shut the door even before she finished the last of her lecture. For some reason, he was unnaturally annoyed with the presence of the nurse. Normally, Mr. Zimmerman welcomed any opportunity to talk with the pleasant woman. Dylan supposed the feeling was just a remnant of the annoyance he felt during the flashback he had just experienced.

"Okay," he told his class, " back to the test."

"But we only have a half-hour left!" The class collectively groaned as their teacher sat back down behind his desk.

"So suggest you get on with it, then! Hurry Up! I'm not going to give you extra time."

As the class reluctantly got to work finishing the test, Dylan forced himself to think about the strange flashback the he had just had. He could only vaguely remember what was going on when the particular...memory...had taken place. Strange also was how he had known the parchment had come from the man called Snape in his memory, but Dylan had not known exactly what was meant by "stop hiding." Who was Snape? And why did he turn up in a flashback? Speaking of flashbacks, why did he have one in the first place? And why was he speaking in that ridiculous British accent?

"Mr. Zimmerman?"

"What?" Dylan almost jumped at the voice. He apparently zoned out again.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Lauren. Finish your test."

"I did. We all did, actually, and we still have five minutes before class ends."

"Oh, well, then...get something out to do until the bell rings." Dylan stood up from his desk and walked to his podium to take roll before the class let out. Lauren and the other students, however, stared fixedly at their teacher.

"Can I help you?" Dylan asked, looking up. "You guys haven't given me this much attention since I told you I went sky-diving with Ms. Crosley."

"She is so hot." Came a voice from the back.

"Thank you, Mark. Now, seriously, stop staring. It's creepy."

"Mr. Zimmerman?"

"Yes, Ashley?"

"Why did you pass out?"

"Because I didn't."

"That's not really a reason at all."

"Sure it is, Ryan. And I didn't pass out."

"It looked like you did."

"But I didn't, and that's what counts."

"So, what happened, then?"

"I had a...flashback."

"Of what?"

"The bell ringing yesterday." As he finished, a bell rang loudly in the hallway. "Ooo, what perfecting timing! This is when you all left and I got to sit down in silence!"

"But Mr. Zimmerman?!" Whined a few members of his class. "We want to know what happened."

"Use your imagination. And while you're at it, go to Chemistry."

"But..."

"Go. I'm not giving you a late pass again."

"Fine."

Dylan sat down as the last student made his way out of the classroom. Dylan had a free period for the next forty-five minutes and he planned to use it wisely. Hopefully, he would find some answers to his questions about the flashback.

"Ah-hem."

Or not.

"Can I help you?" Dylan asked without looking up from the piece of parchment on his desk.

"I think so." Came a deep voice.

"Really?" Dylan deadpanned. "Are you going to tell me what you need, or am I going to have to read your mind?"

"Oh, I doubt you could read my mind, Mr. Zimmerman. You never did have much mental strength."

"Excuse me?" Dylan started as he looked up. He was caught off guard, though, when he saw the man that was standing there.

"You!"

"Yes, me. Who did you think sent you that note?"

"So, you're the man from my flashback?!"

"What flashback? And I'm sure if it was me, then you wouldn't have questioned my identity."

"What do you mean?" Dylan stood from his chair and took a few steps toward the other man, their eyes locked in a silent argument of their own.

"I know I had a mask on, Po- Mr. Zimmerman, but how many other Death Eaters would have told you to 'Stop hiding?' Especially at that point in the war."

"So it was real then, the flashback? Wait-what war? And how do you know what it was about?"

"It was real, and I know what it was about because unlike you, I actually have a brain, and what do you mean 'What war?' The war against the Dark Lord!" The man looked seriously worried as he realized exactly what the young man opposite him was saying. How could he not remember?

Dylan stared at the man dressed all in black, including a black cloak of some kind, and tried to make sense of everything. He was just about to ask another question when the neighboring teacher walked into the classroom.

"Dylan, do you have a copy of-oh. You're busy. Do you want me to come back?"

"Uh...no. What did you need?" He asked, never taking his eyes off the other man.

"I need a copy of the Discovery Channel's version of Macbeth. Do you have one?"

Um...let me look. I think I do." Dylan went off into his cabinets to search for the movie as the other teacher glanced curiously at the stranger.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Bobby Sloane. I also teach English here." The man stuck out his hand, trying to be friendly.

"I won't be staying long enough to need an introduction, I assure you."

"Bit rude, don't you think Dylan?"

"What? Who?" Dylan asked, clearly distracted by his search.

"These British folk." He answered pretending the other man was no longer in the room. "They come to the states and demand the utmost respect and when you try to be nice, they stick their noses up at us 'Yankees.'"

"It could also be said, sir," the stranger stated disapprovingly as he turned from Dylan to Bobby, " that not knocking before entering an occupied room can be, how did you say it, rude."

The two stared at one another, neither backing down, until the man in black took Bobby's hand and gripped it tightly.

"Severus Snape." He said and shook the man's hand quickly. He then turned back to Dylan. "I can see you are busy. Something that's obviously new for you...so I'll leave you to it. If you want to stop hiding, you know how to find me." And with that, Snape was out the door.

"No, I don't actually." Dylan stated as he turned around. "I don't even-" Dylan ran and pulled open the door only to fin the hallway empty.

"What was that about?" asked a very confused Bobby.

"I have no idea. I found the movie, though." Dylan answered as he handed a DVD to the other teacher.