Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything relating to it. I do however own any characters you have not heard of before in the books.

A/N

Hello I'm back again. Yes I know this chapter was put up real quick. That because I have written 1-4 in one big hit. I have been scrutinising wether to post this for ages now. I was worried about people copying me.

Then I figured that:

who would want to copy me?

I don't even own Harry Potter so what does it matter?

Oh well, to make me sleep better at night, a posted this. I hope you like it so far.

2. Mysterious Visitor.

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Snape cautiously reapproached the occupied chair, his wand drawn.

"No need for that professor," laughed the voice, waving the wand out of its face. Pale blonde hair was entwined in the figures fingers, which were encased in tight, leather riding gloves. The remainder of it spilled upon its lap.

"May I help you?" Snape asked curtly, as the woman casually crossed her legs sporting her sheer white stockings and cream and red boots.

"No, not really. 'Thought I could help you!" she smiled, grey eyes twinkling. Her young face gave an innocent and curious look at Snape's arm.

"'Your breakfast Professor?" she asked with a mellow voice indicating a rat scurrying up his arm. Snape hastily shook his arm with disgust.

The mysterious female laughed.

"No need to fret, it's only a fake!" as she exclaimed this the rat disappeared with a cloud of smoke.

Snape easily maintained his serious face as he arched an eyebrow. How did this crazy woman get here?

Her face fell as she noticed his failure to see the humour in a fake rat.

"' Thought you might want some cheering up, with the nightmare and all," she justified.

Snape snapped out of his serious state. "What!"

"Your nightmare," repeated the woman, "you know, the one with the angel in it. 'Sounded like you really needed her. 'Kept screaming out to her!"

Snape pretended no to hear. Who was this woman? Who would have the insolence to sneak into his quarters, sit in his chair and ponder on his nightmares?

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh I see! We have a proud one here," she said to a pretend audience. "Too tough for nightmares 'eh?"

She rose from the chair, pastel robes fluttering over her silver dress.

"'Name's Revesberry, Professor Revesberry," she said offering her hand, "but you may call me Jane."

Snape stood in confusion, staring at the hand. She nodded and curtseyed, as if he just kissed it.

"Oh, such a gentleman," she flushed sarcastically.

She turned for the portrait exit, leading to the dungeons.

"'Any more nightmares, I'll be here. 'Can hear you, you know," she added, "I'm only opposite the dungeons, in the Defence Against the Dark Arts quarters. See you at breakfast in five hours. I've got a lesson to plan"

Snape continued to stare as the painting slid to its normal position with a click. How could she hear? These dungeons were practically soundproof. He sat in his chair to ponder until morning. She was a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? She hardly seemed the type.

Snape strode past empty tables of an abandoned hall as he went for breakfast. In a few days, this hall would be filled with the laughter and noisy chatter of the students. As he approached the teacher's table, Dumbledore greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Ah, Severus. I am glad to see that you are awake. May I introduce you to our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Jane Revesberry?" he said indicating to Jane.

"Thankyou Headmaster, but I have already had the pleasure of meeting Professor Revesberry."

"Please, Severus, call me Jane, I grow tired of formalities." Jane groaned. Her hair was now tied back in a long plait as she delicately ate her bacon and eggs with a knife and fork like and expert.

"Well, I thought you two would get along well, so I changed the seating arrangements so you two may talk," he said obviously pleased with himself. "I trust that you do not have a problem showing Miss Jane around before school starts this week. Our newest member of staff should soon know all the ropes. I do not want any excuses for losing yet another Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher as we have unfortunately done so before."

Snape nodded wistfully and sat awkwardly between Jane and Professor Flitwick, who were deep in conversation about charms. Flitwick seemed enchanted by how Jane's face formed words with such grace. It appeared that all of the teachers seemed captivated by her mystique. It amazed Snape that in the period of one hour, all the teachers were addressing her as if they were age-old friends. She had people skills. Snape hated that.

"…Yes Professor, I have heard of Curtis Zepher's latest charm book. I myself have been developing my own charms, for my class. 'Never taught before. 'Dumbledore just contacted me at my house, asking me if I wanted the job. 'Hadn't seen him since my old school days at Hogwarts. Lovely surprise it was," she babbled.

Snape, bored of toying with his bacon, decided to give this annoyance of a woman a bit of a challenge. He discretely lowered his utensils and poised himself as if he was asking an earnest question

"Ah, Professor, you're about the same age as me, right?" he drawled casually.

"Why yes, but please, just call me Jane."

"Well, why haven't I ever seen you before?" asked Snape, ignoring Jane's request, "Surely you would have been in my year? What house were you in?"

"Oh Severus," she said evasively, "there are many different ways of being educated at Hogwarts."

With that she dropped that part of the conversation with Snape entirely.

She turned to continue on her conversation with Flitwick: "I was muggle born, no-body believed I would be a fantastic wizard –except for Dumbledore- proved them all dead wrong I did. Dumbledore's pride and joy, next to Mr James Potter anyway."

Snape flinched at this. How did she know him?

"…Arrogant fellow he was. 'Saw him. 'Never met him though. 'Class arrangements. 'Noticed he gave some a rough time," she continued, staring pointedly at Snape for her final sentences, "shame ol' Voldie got to him and that lovely wife of his."

Flitwick and Snape cringed at the casual use of You-Know-Who's name. Snape couldn't believe it! This woman had more insolence than he had anticipated.

"'Heard their son, Harry, is here. 'That true?" she asked Snape and Flitwick.

"Unfortunately yes," snapped Snape.

"'Heard he's a real dramatic flop from the newspapers. 'Course I don't believe them. 'Never judge a person before I meet them. 'Sure he's a real nice fellow!" she smiled.

"You could say that you are getting your hopes up. The boy isn't melodramatic, but has a habit of playing the hero."

Flitwick was looking at the two of them in awe as their back-handed comments became intensely more insulting.

"Oh I would imagine. Bitter grudges do run deep." This rang out, and it became apparent to Snape that she was intending the comment to not only apply to Harry.

A silent tension remained between the two.

"Toast anyone?" offered Professor McGonagall, bringing the Warriors of the Mouths' attention to the fact that the whole table had been listening intently to their battle.

Snape suddenly rose from his seat flushing. He stiffly went to leave, reminding Jane to meet him by the staircase in the Entrance Hall in an hour. Before he left Jane got the last word by winking and discretely saying: "With regards to Angel."

Bewildered, Snape froze with his back to them, then stalked away in fury. Why was he constantly cursed with annoyance?

A/N: Well my little ones, how was that? This woman is becoming more and more weirder. (not to mention terribly cruel.) Did you like it? Whether you did or didn't please, please, please review. I would feel very happy if you did, because I will have to resort to reviewing myself, and that would be lame.