Shy knelt and picked up the still form of Hermione. He lay her on the couch that sat in the center of the small library. Alina looked at him with a furrowed brow, "Shy, she called you Severus," She tilted her head slightly, "I think that she knows who you are,"

Shy looked at the unconscious woman, "I have no idea who she is, for all I know she could be my enemy,"

"I do not think so," Alina touched Hermione's forehead, "She had the look of surprise that a person has when they think their friend has been killed and they are truly alive,"Shy pondered this, "She is far too young..."

"You are not that old," Alina chided him, "She may help you where we have not. But please stay with her until she wakes, look she's starting to stir,"

So she is," Shy's voice washed over the room like dark velvet, "I will stay, but where are you going?"

"I am going to get her some pepper-up potion," Alina swept out of the room, her cotton dress barely making a whisper.

Shy sat on the floor next to the couch, watching Hermione's breathing. thoughts rolled through his mind, Do you know me? was that name you called mine? How is it that you are here? he heard a soft moan and stood.

"Severus?" she blinked her eyes and tried to focus, "Severus is it really you?"

Shy stood over her frowning, "My name is Shy," He watched as Hermione slowly pulled herself up into an upright position.

"Don't you know who I am? It's me Hermione Granger, Severus don't you recognize me? I was you're students, I.... I work with you now."

"I don't know who I am. Here I am Shy," he voice faltered for a moment, "I don't remember anything.... No, that's not true I remember a green flash and a horrible mark on my arm...."

Hermione reached for her knapsack and pulled out a small sketchbook and a pencil. she shook her head to clear it and began to sketch furiously. She held it up the finished drawing of skull and serpent.

Shy gave her a look she couldn't read. "What is it?"

Hermione took a deep breath, "It's the Deatheaters mark, used by the dark wizard voldemort to control his servants. The Deatheaters helped voldemort in his quest to rid the Wizarding world of all who were not pureblooded.""Was I a... a.. Deatheater?" Shy swallowed hard.

"Yes," Hermione watched as he went pale, "But..."

"But what?"

"You were a spy, gleaning bits of information and giving it to those of the order of the phoenix, You helped give us the location of voldemort and helped to destroy him,"

"So i am not evil?"

A smile played across Hermione's face, "You're students seem to think so,""Students?" Shy was now extremely confused. Here was a woman, a young woman albeit, who knew who he was, but the answers weren't helping him any.

"You are Severus Snape, Potions master at Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry,"

"Then that is truly My name," he said in a low voice, "Will you take me there?"

Alina walked in at the moment, "Oh you are awake, are you feeling all right?"

"Yes, thank you," she smiled again, "You have helped me find someone very important indeed. Hogwart's will hopefully soon have their Potion's master back thanks to you,"

"He is a potions master?" Aline looked shocked, "Well help him find his past,"

"I will, It is up to you Severus as to when you would like to leave, two sets of eyes watch Shy/Severus.