The next morning, Professor Minerva Mcgonagall walked into her classroom, sneezing uncontorlably. Her brow furrowed, and she sniffed. Once, twice, and deeply the third time, each time puzzling over the slight odor. She wove through the student desks, and sat down at hers, still sniffing. By the time she had her first class she hadn't been able to figure out what it was, but was starting to feel really giddy and a bit loopy. She shook off the feeling that something might go wrong and walked to breakfast, having finished setting up her classroom for the day.

As she walked into the Great Hall, a gang of four boys sat together at the Gryffindor table, heads bowed over a sheet of parchment. The four boys looked up, craning their heads to look at their Transfigurations professor, and then went back to bowing their heads, whispering fiercely.

"Do you think it worked?" the one called Padfoot asked, glancing at the table to watch as she sat down. "It doesn't look like it did." He returned to his bacon, grabbing a nearby tin of syrup and flooding his plate with it.

"Of course it worked," the bookish one said, slapping Padfoot across the back of his head, sending him face-first into his plate, splattering them all with goo. "Look closer, she can't stop bouncing up and down in her seat. It's really slight, but it's there."

The other two, Prongs and Wormtail saw what Moony was talking about and started shaking as they tried to hold back their laughter. When they saw the headmaster lean over and geusture questioningly, they couldn't help it. They burst out into laud guffaws, which were luckily covered up by the arrival of the morning post owls. They sobered up quickly however, when Lily's owl dive bombed them, it's letter stabbing Peter in the eye as it fell.

"Oh Hell no," James said, drawing his wand and pointing it threateningly at the letter, "Incendio!" the flames burst forth, leaving little more than a pile of ash and a wicked scorch mark. "The last note she sent…" James trailed off, and all four of them shuddered collectively.

"Let's get to Herbology," Lupin said, standing up and heading back to the dorms. The others left their breakfasts, and Lily smirked behing her morning cup of tea. Today was gonna be good. She caught Severus' eye and nodded her head, before draining her cup and saying good-bye to her friends.

Severus was walking to Herbology when he stopped. He'd been running through a list of things he needed for his classes today, and noticed that he'd forgotten to grab his Transfigurations textbook. Never one to use magic just because he could, Severus checked his watch. He had fifteen minutes; he could totally do this.

He ran, almost sprinting into Hogwarts, his robe billowing behind him impressively. He took the steps down into the dongeons two at a time, and spun mesmirisingly past Lucius Malfoy, who then promptly ran into a wall. A seeming blur across the dank, low-cielinged common room, Snape nearly broke the door to his dormitory in his haste. He Riffled violently through his thiings, finally finding and grabbing his Herbology text.

Checking his watch, Severus blanched, he only had three minutes! Decideing that now was definitely the time to use magic, Snape charmed his bag featherlight and sprinted, chanting a speed spell as he went. Pomona Sprout was about to begin her lesson when then greenhouse door slammed open, admitting a sweaty, breathless, and exhausted Severus Snape. He fell gratefully into the chair beside Lily, who immediately put her impressive spell casting to work. By the time she was done, about 30 seconds later, Snape literaly smelt like a bed of roses, wasn't nearly as hot, and comfortably dry.

"Where were you?" Lily asked as they began feeding their Devil's Hair, a weaker variant of Devil's Snare.

"I forgot-" Snape was forced to stop talking when the plant struck, almost ripping off one of his fingers. He grabbed a nearby hand trowel and began beating the plant into submission.

"Severus Tobias Snape!" Lily hissed furiously, "I cannot believe the nerve of you! You forgot, I'd bet my ass you didn't forget." With the plant situation now under control, Snape turned to Lily, giving her his full attention.

"The plant interrupted me," he started, "I forgot my Herbology text. I had to go get it." He stared into her eyes searching for forgiveness. When he found it, the thin sliver that it was, he smiled. "And by the way, you would've lost that bet."

"No," Lily gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, "Not my wonderful, sexy ass!" Severus sighed contentedly, his Lily was back to her normal self. The rest of the lesson was uneventful, and Severus walked hand in hand with Lily to Transfiguration. The Marauders all saw this, one of the raven-headed ones clenching his hands into fists in anger.

James sat through Transfiguration miserably, not even enjoying how the cat nip they laced Mcgonagall's room with made her act abnormally. He stayed that way through lunch, all the while plotting his revenge, discarding all of his ideas as 'too soft'. But as he walked into his Potions class, the perfect idea hit him. The first thing he saw, besides Horace Slughirn's massive frame, was Amortentia scwraled across the top of the board. He knew he had one shot at getting this absolutely perfect, and partnered with Remmy, which Sirius accepted when he said it was for a revenge pranking.

James strolled out of potions an hour and a half later, very pleased with himself. He gave one of the first years he passed a rakish grin, smirking when she nearly fainted. He raced through secret passages and up flights of stairs, using the Marauder's Map to find the perfect spot for an ambush. While Lily was going to the restroom, James strategically placed himself in an empty classroom, and popped the cork on one of the three extra vials he'd gotten from Potions. Lily never even knew what hit her.

James and Lily walked into DADA, their last class of the day, five minutes late, Both had obvious signs of 'scandalous' behavior all over them. James had lipstick smeared on his face, Lily's shirt was rumpled, as though it had been hastily tucked back in, and both were breathless from their run.

"Potter! Evans! Ten points for each minute you've been late," Professor Jenkins, a former Auror, growled. When James protested, he simply said "Each." Before addressing the class as a whole. "Everyone stand up right now!" He barked, obviously out of patience. "Today we begin a series of lesson on the subject of dueling. Not the fancy competitions you've seen with a judge and a rulebook, but the kind I hope you'll never have to face; Street Dueling." He waved his wand, and the chairs and desks shrunk down to palm size, and were hovered into a wooden box.

"Get up against the wall!" Nobody dared disobey by this point, moving as quickly as possible. "Street Dueling can happen anywhere and at any time. It has no rules, no scores, and no glory beyond the Underground. You'll be placed into teams according to house, so that you'll all have a fair amount of motivation. This will not be like real Street Dueling, but it will be as close as I can get. You'll be facing each other one on one, ending in a school wide tournament for a cash prize of 100 Galleons and a very, very nice trophy. Potter! Snape! You're up first for today's demonstration. Let's move it!"

With this he conjured a long deuling platform, and in minutes, Snape was beaten down brutally, not even caring. He got to his feet, and saw that the whole class had turned against him, even her. His face didn't fall, in fact it brightened. He cocked his head to the left, grabbed it, and in two violent twists, cracked it. Then he chuckled darkly, glaring out from behind the curtain of his hair.

"That supposed to scare me Snivellus?" James said tauntingly, leering at him his arm draped possessively over Lily's shoulder. She made no move to remove it, nor did she wear a look of disgust, but one of pure admiration.

Snape stalked right up to James, making him take an involuntary step back. "By the end of this war, it will," He hissed, turning on his heel and stalking out.

TIME SKIP

Upon arriving at the library, Snape drifted over to the charms section; specifically looking for books on hair styling, make-up, and space exspansion spells. He ran his firger down the spines of a most of the entire section, finally settling on Glamorous Glamors and a supplementary seventh year Charms book. He placed them in his schoolbag and headed for the checkout counter, grabbing a wizarding geneology book on his way out. DADA had been his last class on Friday and he wouldn't have it again until Wednesday.

He spent a good chunk of the rest of his Saturday working on a potion to test for any hereditary magical talents in the dungeons. When it finally came up with conclusive and consistant results, he had learnt that he was a repressed metamorhagus. After a couple minutes of practice, Snape decided that he could hold up a glamour of his current appearance easily, and qwuickly returned Glamourous Glamours to the ;ibrary.

When Snape returned to his potions lab, which he'd converted from an abandoned classroom back in first year, he worked precisely, determined to get this potion absolutely perfect on his first try. The potion he was working on was a ridiculously simple one that would counter the block that was suppressing his abilities. He threw up his glamour, and was about to drink the potion when he was struck by one of his most brilliant ideas yet: to create an alter ego.

Over the next three days, he worked ferverishly on his new potion and his new look. He also planned on just how to pull his alter ego off. By dinner on Tuesday, he was ready.