Living a Lie
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Dis: Ok, I don't own Harry Potter, the legend JK does! ^_^
A/N: Not much to say but enjoy! And don't forget to reveiw. :P *******************************************************
"Insolent brats." Snape muttered to himself, scanning over some of the 6th years' essays. He picked up Neville Longbottom's and shook his head before marking it and placing it on a pile of other essay papers. But there was something in the back of Snape's mind, a weird feeling like he was been watched, although he was alone in the freezing dungeons. Placing an essay down he walked over to the fire and stared into it, even though the fire didn't do much to light or warm the place up. The feeling seemed to grow stronger everytime he looked around over his shoulder. He suddenly jumped a little as he heard footsteps approaching him. "Severus..."
Snape paused, turning around to see a blurry figure. He could make out that whoever it was was a woman, a long haired, green eyed woman. "L-Lily?" Snape's eyes widened in shock, it WAS Lily... So he thought. The woman shook her head before becoming more solid, but still ghost-like. "No, although I am related to her." Snape gave her a confused look. Maybe Lily had a twin sister? He didn't know. "Well...Who are you? What do you want?" The woman shook her head before becoming completely solid. When she stepped closer to Snape, he noticed that she was no older than 20. "Don't tell me you don't remember me?" She whispered, her voice slightly hurt. "You can't be!"
The next morning was noisy as usual in the Great Hall. Suddenly everyone fell quiet as a beautiful woman, all clad in black and silver took her spot at the teachers' table next to Snape. Well, all the boys fell silent. Hermione shook her head as she knocked Harry and Ron's jaws shut. But before the noise could start up again, McGonagall hit her knife against her goblet as Dumbledore stood up to give his usual morning annoucements. "As you all have noticed, we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Miss. Amelia Snape." Everyone gave a sharp gasp before a quiet murmering filled the Great Hall. "On other news, the Quidditch match will be cancelled, but a special event will be taking it's place on the pitch after lunch." Everyone looked interested, even though most of the Quidditch fans looked like they had been hit by lightning. Especially Harry, who was now the captain for Gryffindor.
"Snape? She can't be related to him!" Harry looked disappointed, Ron didn't blame him. "Oh, honestly! Didn't you see how young she was? She could EASILY be his daughter." Hermione tutted, shaking her head as she pushed her Transfigurtaion books into her book bag. "But she's too good looking to be Snape's daughter!" Ron replied as Harry nodded in agreement. "And besides, Hermione, who could the mother be? I mean she'd have to be desprate to get with Snape..." Harry suddenly cracked, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. Hermione had to admit that they probably would have to be desprate, but she didn't dare say it, especially with Amelia strolling along the hall.
"Go and ask her if you really want to know." Hermione suggested as Ron and Harry finally managed to stifle their laughing. "Oh yeah....'Hey Proffessor, are you the daughter of that slimy git?'" Harry and Ron started laughing again. Hermione sighed and walked up to Amelia, dropping her book bag on Harry's foot before leaving. "Hi Proffessor." Hermione smiled, and unexpectedly, got a smile back. "Oh, hello. Hermione isn't it?" Amelia replied, her green eyes twinkling. She didn't really look like Snape, although that she wore black like he did. "Yes, how'd you know?" Hermione asked, her face looking confused. "Let's say I have my ways." Amelia laughed a little. "Hey Proffessor I was wondering...Are you related to Proffessor Snape by any chance?" Suddenly Amelia fell quiet. "Yes." **************************************************************************** *********** How was that? I've got a BIG thing in the next chapter, just wait! ^_^ But that's if I get enough reveiws...
A/N: Not much to say but enjoy! And don't forget to reveiw. :P *******************************************************
"Insolent brats." Snape muttered to himself, scanning over some of the 6th years' essays. He picked up Neville Longbottom's and shook his head before marking it and placing it on a pile of other essay papers. But there was something in the back of Snape's mind, a weird feeling like he was been watched, although he was alone in the freezing dungeons. Placing an essay down he walked over to the fire and stared into it, even though the fire didn't do much to light or warm the place up. The feeling seemed to grow stronger everytime he looked around over his shoulder. He suddenly jumped a little as he heard footsteps approaching him. "Severus..."
Snape paused, turning around to see a blurry figure. He could make out that whoever it was was a woman, a long haired, green eyed woman. "L-Lily?" Snape's eyes widened in shock, it WAS Lily... So he thought. The woman shook her head before becoming more solid, but still ghost-like. "No, although I am related to her." Snape gave her a confused look. Maybe Lily had a twin sister? He didn't know. "Well...Who are you? What do you want?" The woman shook her head before becoming completely solid. When she stepped closer to Snape, he noticed that she was no older than 20. "Don't tell me you don't remember me?" She whispered, her voice slightly hurt. "You can't be!"
The next morning was noisy as usual in the Great Hall. Suddenly everyone fell quiet as a beautiful woman, all clad in black and silver took her spot at the teachers' table next to Snape. Well, all the boys fell silent. Hermione shook her head as she knocked Harry and Ron's jaws shut. But before the noise could start up again, McGonagall hit her knife against her goblet as Dumbledore stood up to give his usual morning annoucements. "As you all have noticed, we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Miss. Amelia Snape." Everyone gave a sharp gasp before a quiet murmering filled the Great Hall. "On other news, the Quidditch match will be cancelled, but a special event will be taking it's place on the pitch after lunch." Everyone looked interested, even though most of the Quidditch fans looked like they had been hit by lightning. Especially Harry, who was now the captain for Gryffindor.
"Snape? She can't be related to him!" Harry looked disappointed, Ron didn't blame him. "Oh, honestly! Didn't you see how young she was? She could EASILY be his daughter." Hermione tutted, shaking her head as she pushed her Transfigurtaion books into her book bag. "But she's too good looking to be Snape's daughter!" Ron replied as Harry nodded in agreement. "And besides, Hermione, who could the mother be? I mean she'd have to be desprate to get with Snape..." Harry suddenly cracked, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. Hermione had to admit that they probably would have to be desprate, but she didn't dare say it, especially with Amelia strolling along the hall.
"Go and ask her if you really want to know." Hermione suggested as Ron and Harry finally managed to stifle their laughing. "Oh yeah....'Hey Proffessor, are you the daughter of that slimy git?'" Harry and Ron started laughing again. Hermione sighed and walked up to Amelia, dropping her book bag on Harry's foot before leaving. "Hi Proffessor." Hermione smiled, and unexpectedly, got a smile back. "Oh, hello. Hermione isn't it?" Amelia replied, her green eyes twinkling. She didn't really look like Snape, although that she wore black like he did. "Yes, how'd you know?" Hermione asked, her face looking confused. "Let's say I have my ways." Amelia laughed a little. "Hey Proffessor I was wondering...Are you related to Proffessor Snape by any chance?" Suddenly Amelia fell quiet. "Yes." **************************************************************************** *********** How was that? I've got a BIG thing in the next chapter, just wait! ^_^ But that's if I get enough reveiws...