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Note: Italic is thoughts. I will also be referring to Hermione as Amariel/Miss Undomiel in speak.

Previously:

As I walk out the door and down the hall, my thoughts were filled with preparation plans but not the preparation plans that Atreus intended me to think of.

End of Flashback

Alternative Identity: Chapter Five

Hermione/Amariel's Point of View

Shakespeare wrote in his tragedy, Romeo and Juliet, "Parting is such sweet sorrow," he was telling the truth. Parting from a place, which you had began to call home and where you were accepted for what you are is depressing. However, coming back to some place where you lived for five years makes up for it.

All I could do was stand in front of the gates, I was completely capable of getting through the wards without raising a finger, but everything about this place caused me to stop. The scent was still intoxicating; it was so familiar, even though she had not smelled it in over a year. The landscape was the same, the castle was the same, and it seemed everything was the same. Hagrid's hut was still on the corner of the property, the Whomping Willow was still the secret guardian of the entrance to the Shrieking Shack, and upon closer inspection, and the iron gates still had a long scratch down the right side. It was as if I had never left, like I was still a fifth year not a seventh year exchange. Atreus had come up with a cover story; I was an exchange student from an extremely exclusive school in America. It was safe to say that no one would be able to ask any questions or know anyone who went there. In addition, the reason that I transferred was that I wanted to finish my schooling at Hogwarts.

I was startled out of my revere by the clock chiming five o'clock. I was going to be late for my appointment with the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. I first made sure that the hood of my black silk cloak was firmly in place and the clasp was centered, then I slowly and fluidly opened the gate, closed it without a sound, and started to head up the gravel road leading towards the school. Upon getting closer to the steps leading to the doors, which lead to the entrance hall, I noticed that Dumbledore was at the landing, waiting patiently for my arrival. He, like everything else, looked the same. Maybe a little more tired and his beard had grown, but beyond that, there was little else that was different.

Once I climbed the steps I, took a deep breath in order to calm my nerves in preparation for the first confrontation with someone from the life that I lead before my parents death.

"Good evening, Miss…," Headmaster Dumbledore trailed off, as he had no idea what my last name is.

"Undomiel. Amariel Undomiel. It's a pleasure to meet you Headmaster Dumbledore, I have heard so many good things about you," I tell him. While thinking, And I have experienced so many bad things because of you.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Undomiel. I am extremely grateful that you have been able to open your probably busy schedule to come to our school. Why don't we go to my office so we can talk privately," he asked. His original greeting was confident enough, but now his voice was beginning to be less confident and as he reached out to open the door, I notice that his hand is shaking. I guess the idea of us being alone in a room that is not easily accessible is frightening to him. Interesting.

As we both walk down the hall, the differences between us were increasingly apparent. He was in multi-colored robes, had a false air of confidence, and was making audible amount of sound as he walked. I on the other hand, had only black on but in the finest material, had true confidence, and was as quiet as can be. It was as if I did not exist, which is technically true. I also noticed that like the outside, the inside of the castle had not changed at all, except for the lack of students but that would be remedied by this afternoon.

As we approached the statue that guarded the entrance to Dumbledore's office, I heard him quietly mutter, "Hershey's" under his breath. We climbed up the stairs and entered his office and it was exactly as Harry had described it; gadgets everywhere, some miscellaneous items things, and Fawkes sitting on this perch.

"Please, sit Ms Undomiel, we have a lot to discuss," he said as he himself said down and leaned back in his chair behind his desk. I slowly sat down in the chair in front of his desk but keeping a ramrod straight back. "First, I would like to thank you again for coming. Second, I would like to update you on the situation." He paused, presumably to check if I was still listening, I nod my head for him to continue. "Since Harry Potter is a student at this school, there is a lot of attention and a lot of potential for an attack. In cause of an attack, I do not know if I would be able to hold the wards and if I am not, I need someone to back the school up. That is where you come into play. However, I do not only need you to protect the school, I would like you to protect Mr. Potter as well. He is very important to the outcome of the war and we need him to stay alive. Do you follow me?" He asked me, as if a simple concept such as this could possibly be hard to understand.

"Yes, I understand you perfectly well, Headmaster and I agree to your plan. However, I would like to make sure that some things are clear to you." I waited for him to nod in acknowledgement that he was listening, just like he did; might as well put him in his place right now. "My identity and purpose here will not be known to anyone outside of you and me; and when I say no one, I mean no one. You are not to mention this to Harry Potter or any of your Professors, no matter how much you trust them or how long you have been their lover in the case of Professor McGonagall…"

"How did you know that?" He asked me. I do hate being interrupted.

"Never mind how I know this, I just do. May I continue, or would you like to interrupt me again?" I asked him in an even voice with a hint of coldness. He does not say anything, so I continue. "Second, if you wish to correspond or otherwise communicate with my King, you will give all messages to me. Any messages sent directly to him will be burned and not read. Lastly, I want my own dorms, I do not want to be sorted, I am not to be questioned as to where I am going, and I do not need to obey school rules. I believe that was mentioned in the letter. Do you agree with my terms?" I ask him, as I pull down my hood for him to finally see my face. I hear an almost silent gasp, and I inwardly smirk at his reaction.

"Y-yes, I agree with your terms," he says with a stutter.

I slowly stand up from my chair and walk towards the door, pull it open, then turn around saying, "I have to report to my King as to the situation here," I turn around as if to walk out the door then turn back around to him and say, "I also want access to the music room." I walk out the door and walk down the stairs, my triumphant smile starting to show on my face but I quickly control my features into an emotionless mask. I pull my hood up and walk past the statue, and head down the hall. As I round the corner leading towards the Entrance Hall, I collide straight into an equally black clad person. As I look up, I recognize the one man who no one ever runs into, that being…Severus Snape.

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