Disclaimer: This dramatization is an extension of some of what happens during Harry, Ron, and Hermione's 6th year at Hogwarts. It also covers flashbacks to Snape's first year of teaching. Since J.K. Rowling is yet to publish the 6th book, I'm very vague about what is happening in the wizarding world since only J.K. Rowling can truly write anything about Harry Potter. This is highly likely to disagree with a few facts, but since it's me writing, and not the author, please forgive me any goofs that I might make in relevance to the actual series. Thank you for choosing to read my story.

Chapter 2

Snape peered about in his dungeons sulkily. All week the other teachers had been bothering him, telling him how fascinating the new student was and how she already knew so much magic from just a few weeks' time. He was thoroughly annoyed by the whole thing. He was thoroughly annoyed by many things, however, so this was not very different.

Not only was this matter disturbing him, but the girl also had the nerve to be late for her first potions class. He had been rather late himself; Filch had wanted to talk to him about a cleaning potion, so Snape stormed in, expecting to find her sitting timid and shy with her supplies laid out. Instead, all he found was an empty classroom.

He glanced menacingly about the room. It was true that he had been a half an hour late, but she should have stayed and waited for him, instead of just leaving as she must have done. He leaned against his desk, glaring about at the empty classroom. Glancing down, he noticed a young cat sleeping on his chair. Already in a foul mood, Snape swept towards his chair, tipping the cat off of it and sending it scampering with a swift kick to its side. He turned around, satisfied to hear it yowl. Then he realized that there were words in that yowl.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Snape spun about, face to face with Gabriella, who was clutching her side and looking very upset.

Snape stared at her blankly for a moment in surprise. He sputtered in rage and confusion. After a moment of this he cried out "What the- WERE YOU THAT CAT?!"

She nodded. Seeing the confused look on his face, she continued "I'm able to transform. You took so long to get here and I had a bad nights' sleep, so I took a nap! That was the only proper place, so I transformed so I would be more comfortable!"

"It was my chair! Why were you napping in it?! You could have waited the thirty minutes until I got here!"

"I didn't know that it would be only thirty minutes! And WHY did you kick me?!"

"YOU WERE A CAT!"

"CAT OR NOT YOU NEEDN'T HAVE KICKED ME!" Snape and Gabriella stood glaring at one another. Gabriella finally turned around and gathered her things, setting them up on a table near his desk. Snape stood where he was, still glaring fiercely at Gabriella, though he was returning to his icy self, regaining control over his rage.

"Can we start the lesson?" Gabriella asked impatiently.

"Are you registered?" Snape asked coldly.

"What?"

"Are you registered?" Snape repeated, the sneer returning to his voice.

"Registered for what?"

"For being an Animagus."

"Oh, that." Snape rolled his eyes. "I can't yet. I don't know what I am."

"Of course you do. You're a cat, I saw you." Snape sneered.

"That's not all that I am. I don't know all of what I can turn into yet." Snape watched her in amazement.

"If you're lying-"

"I'm not, watch." At this Gabriella sprung into the air, cawing joyfully as she turned into a raven. She flew once around the dungeon that was his classroom, and then descended, transforming into a pure white horse that trotted across the classroom to Snape. Snape's eyes were opened wide; it almost looked as though they were bulging. The horse tossed her head, transforming into a snake, then back to Gabriella.

"The only thing that any of my forms have in common is my eyes. They're always the same shade of blue." Snape thought back and realized that even the raven had startlingly dark blue eyes.

"So, you cannot yet register? The Ministry should, nonetheless, be informed of your abnormalities." Snape smiled sardonically.

"I don't consider them to be abnormalities, nor does Professor McGonagall. We both consider it to be a gift." Snape sneered once again. Gabriella cast him one final glare. "Can we start the lesson? We're now," she checked her watch. "forty-five minutes behind."

And thus began the first lesson between Severus Snape and Gabriella Gisaf.

Hermione gazed about at the empty girls' dormitory. Her room mates were both still in the common room, no doubt flirting with some of the impressionable underclassmen. The Siamese cat leapt lightly from her arms, landing on her bed. Hermione stowed away her homework for safekeeping. She knew that of the other Gryffindors in her year with her had tried to steal her homework before for copying, and she preferred to keep it in a safe and secluded place. The Siamese padded across the mattress to Hermione, mewing once softly.

Hermione glanced at the cat. She was obviously young, and she had vivid blue eyes that complimented her fur color nicely. The cat looked very thin, as though she hadn't had a proper meal in a long while. Hermione knew that the time was too late to sneak to the kitchens, and she didn't really want to give the poor house elves any more work than they already had, despite the insistence of nearly everyone that the house elves wanted more work (an idea that was simply preposterous in Hermione's mind.) She glanced about the room, wondering if she had any food that the cat might like. She saw Crookshanks' milk bowl, which had a dead mouse in it.

Hermione picked up the mouse by its tail, carrying it over to the cat, who seemed to watch her skeptically. She held the mouse in front of the cat's nose, hoping that the cat would find it appealing. The Siamese turned her head from it, watching Hermione with a look of distaste.

"Don't you want it? Doesn't it look yummy?" Seeing the cat turn her head away from it once more, Hermione sighed, replacing the mouse in the bowl, Crookshanks would undoubtedly want it later. She examined the cat quizzically, wondering what the cat might like. She finally decided to take the cat with her to the Great Hall later, where she could undoubtedly find something that the cat would like to eat at breakfast. It would also give her an opportunity to find out who the cat belonged to, unless it had been abandoned. In that case, Hermione decided, she would adopt the cat. The Siamese cat, in turn, examined Hermione with a look that almost seemed wistful.

Hermione finally drew back the sheets, crawling under them, with the Siamese lying on the pillow next to her head. Both were asleep in a matter of minutes.

A few floors down, in the dungeon, Professor Snape was brooding, wondering what he should do about the circumstances. He had heard that Professor McGonagall had told her entire Gryffindor transfiguration class about Gabriella. The entire school now knew both her name, and that she had had extraordinary abilities. None of them, however, had been told where she had gone to. Snape smiled slyly to himself, knowing that those who knew would never reveal his secret.