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Note: Italic is thoughts in whomever's point of view. I will also be referring to Hermione as Amariel/Miss Undomiel in speak.

Previously:

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 turned 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.

Alternative Identity: Chapter Six

Severus Snape's Point of View

The school was quiet, almost peaceful. There were no students crowding the halls, filling the corridors with their pointless and immature conversations. There was no patrolling needed at night to make sure that people were in their common rooms instead of the corridors stealing moments with their significant other of the moment. No points deduced, detentions scheduled and distributed out, not homework to grade. All was peaceful and Hogwarts was empty, just as he liked it.

I was on my way to the Headmaster's office for the routine "Before Term" meeting to discuss my lesson plans, among other things. The only sound that was present was the swishing of my black teaching robes against the hard, cold stone floor.

I rounded the corner of the corridor to collide straight into a black clad figure. As I stood up and straighten myself out, I was able to take a good look at the person who had the audacity to run into me. To say that the person, it was not clear what gender, was nicely dressed would be an understatement. The clothe of his or her clock and robes underneath would make Lucius Malfoy green with envy as it was obvious that is was of fine and expensive clothe.

The person straightened him/herself out and looked up at me, since the person was of shorter stature and our eyes met; my almost black eyes with her golden brown ones. They were breath taking in their beauty as was her face, but her eyes seemed so spectacular because they seemed so familiar. They almost reminded him of eyes that stared at him for five years, begging him to call on a young Gryffindor genius. It was impossible that it was her though, she was long dead.

Coming back to the moment, I quickly noticed that she was gorgeous, almost goddess like, even with the hood that hid part of her face, her hair, and of course her body. However, it seemed that she may not share the same opinion of me as, as she originally looked at me there was a slight stiffening of the shoulders and an almost shocked look, that was quickly hidden, that went across her face.

All I could do was stand there; no syllable was uttered between us. However, the moment was soon broken as she slowly stepped back and to the side of me, nodded her head, reached up to the hood of her cloak to pull it down over her face, and she began to walk down the hall.

With those simple movements, I was shaken out of my revere. I began to slowly walk down the wall, and looked back at the woman as she walked down the hall without a sound. There was no swishing of robes against stone floor, nor was there tapping of heels.

Who can she be? The new Defense Against the Arts teacher, perhaps? Considering Albus was keeping the name and identity of the teacher a secret, it is possible. She seemed too old to be a student. I sure hope it is not a student, the scandal that would ensue if someone knew what I was thinking if she were in fact, a student would ruin me. She seemed so familiar though. Her eyes, it was something about her eyes.

Severus was broken out of his train of thought by the ring of the clock, signaling that, for the first time in recent history, he was late. Quickening his pace down the hall, all thoughts of the mysterious women moved to the back of his mind for the time being as he focused on his impending meeting with the Headmaster.

Hermione/Amariel's Point of View

Bloody hell, did I just run into Severus Snape? Dear god, has he changed or maybe I had never noticed. If I noticed correctly though, it seems his hair is not greasy at all, it just looked shiny, and his eyes were so easy to get lost in. Wait a minute, am I honestly thinking this? I respect him but to think of him in that way is a bit much. I guess that is what happens when you mature too quickly and begin to not consider age as a factor in the equation of life. Nevertheless, who would have thought that Severus Snape would be speechless over me, a student? To give him credit though, he does not know I am student and he does not know that it is me. However, his reaction to seeing me almost gave me a heart attack; I could have sworn he recognized me but since he did not, I guess the change in my appearance (or what he could see) is adequate. After all, he has to be one of the most observant men in this building, and if I can pass his scrutiny, then I am sure I can pass everyone else's.

On my way towards the Entrance Hall, I walked by Mr. Filch's cat Mrs. Norris who normally glares and hisses at students as if she was attempting to hex them, began to follow behind me. Apparently, the aspect of being able gain the affection of animals that elves possessed worked on the more non-magical animals.

Upon reaching the Entrance Hall and the front door, I affectionately looked back over my shoulder at Hogwarts before opening the door, walking through, and letting it close behind me. It was nice being back at Hogwarts, but I had to let grandfather know what the situation is like here, and anyways, I would be back soon.

Severus Snape's Point of View

The meeting with Albus turned out to being a full-blown interrogation and I would be lying with I was not relieved to be dismissed from the candy addict's office. There were only so many questions that one could answer or avoid, and there were only so many times a person could refuse candy without getting annoyed.

As I began my journey down to my dark and foreboding dungeon quarters, though I did not see it that way, I began to think of the woman who I encountered before my meeting. I decided against asking Albus who she was just in case she was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. However, there was something about her that intrigued him. He did not know what it was; possibly the mysterious ere that was about her, or the way that she seemed to be a ghost in extremely physical way. What was for sure what that he would figure out who she was, and soon.

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So, the first confrontation between Severus and Hermione has taken place. Sorry if Severus seems a little out of character, I will try to keep him in character, it is just somewhat difficult. Anyways, like it? Do not like it? Please let me know by reviewing. By the way, thank you for reading.