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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 context. Any language that is spoken will be in regular font and the translation of said language (if needed, aka is not English) with be in parenthesis following what ever was said.

Previously:

He turned to Amariel and offered her his arm, she gracefully accepted it. Albus moved to his normal seat in the middle of the Head Table, while Amariel moved to the only seat that was unoccupied, that being the one next to Severus Snape.

Alternative Identity: Chapter Eight

Severus Snape, Hogwart's notorious Potions Master, has always been known to be the definition of cool and composed. To say that he kept that composition, at least on the outside, would not be lying. His internal thoughts, however, was drastically different.

A bloody student?! This cannot be happening this just cannot be happening. Just look at those dunderheads drooling all over her, as if she would give a second thought to any of them. What am I doing? I am acting like I know her, this is so wrong. But what did she do when the all started to gape at her? Uh? Just stood there coolly and seemed completely unaffected by their gaping. Completely different attitude from a teenage girl, she must be here for some other meddling reason that Albus thought up of. He did seem nervous, maybe I can weasel it out of one of the two. Alright Severus, here she comes. Act composed and do not think along the train of though when you originally met her.

By this time, Amariel had moved around the table and had gracefully sat down next to her foreboding teacher, while in the process taking off her embroidered cloak to reveal a set of black expensive Italian made robes.

She turned to her equally black clad dining neighbor, who seemed to be concentrating hard on cutting his fillet mignon.

"Buona sera, il signore," (Good evening, sir) Amariel said in effortless Italian and with a perfect accent, waiting for him to turn to her with his dark eyes before continuing. "I believe I have already, informally of course, met you. As Headmaster Dumbledore already said, I am Amariel Undomiel. Who may I ask, are you?" She said with a questioning look as if she had no idea who he was, which in fact was not true.

Severus sat up a little taller as if to show his superiority and quietly cleared his throat. The actions seemed unconscious and would not have been noticed by someone who was less observant. "I am Professor Severus Snape, Miss Undomiel, and I teach potions," he said.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Professor," she said as she stuck out her hand to shake it. He hesitantly shook her hand and quickly dropped it to turn back to his meal. "I am sorry to bother you il signore, but what are the names of the other teachers?" She said once again interrupting her teacher's dinner.

Severus stopping the process of cutting his meat into small precise squares, all the same size and could start to feel frustrated at her persistence in interrupting his meal. Taking a deep, he introduced all the teachers and their occupations in addition to the ones who were not present. After finishing the series of lectures, he finally turned to her and said as calmly as possible, "If you do not mind, Miss Undomiel, I would like to finish my meal before the sun rises." With that, he moodily turned back to his food and as if to cement the comment, took a piece of meat and placed it in his mouth.

Amariel softly chuckled and turned towards the food that was presented on her plate. She internally groaned at what would be a pleasant meal to a human which consisted of fillet mignon, potatoes, green beans, and pumpkin juice. Making a mental note to send a message back home for a stash of nectar and ambrosia, she slowly began to cut the meet into small pieces and moving it under the green beans and taking small bites so it looked as if she was actually eating the meal. While cutting her potatoes, she started to skim the crowd of people, looking for anyone who looked like a threat while also looking for her ex-best friends.

She encountered many males' eyes that quickly looked down after encountering her gaze while she skimmed the student body but after a minute or so she found a head with black messy hair and a head with bright red hair sitting at the Gryffindor table. All she could do was think about what they thought of her. Did they realize that the woman that they thought died two or so years ago was a fellow student once again? Of course not. No one knew who she was and no one would know; she would keep this secret and take it to her grave even if that meant protecting them in the process. She was well aware of the danger that Harry was in. Though the elves stayed out of the wizarding world's business, when Death Eaters attempt to rampage their realm, then we acted defensively and the Death Eaters never go home again.

Contrary to popular belief, elves could die. We could die from an injury in battle or from severe heart break, as Tolkien said in his book. The Killing Curse, however, did not work as it involved one's magical core; elves did not have magical cores as our entire being is magical, not just our core. That was what makes the difference between an elf and a human. We may look like them, and talk like them (for the most part), but we are completely magical. Humans have the biological choice of being a wizard or a Muggle; elves do not have a choice. If you are born from an elf, you are an elf, there is no alternative. In Amariel's case of course, it was hidden for a while.

Coming back to her sense, Amariel continued her scan of Hogwart's Great Hall. Her eyes finally rested on the Slytherin table where they were met by a pair of piercing blue eyes, which belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy. Fantastic, just what I want. Draco Bloody Ferret Malfoy staring at me, just what I want. *sarcasm* I wonder if he has taken the mark yet though. That would make him a threat, be it a small one.

Malfoy was the first to break the short staring contest that had occurred between the two of them by winking at her and joining the conversation as if he was paying attention to it the entire time. Bloody Slytherin, Amariel thought as she turned back to her meal which looked as if it was mostly eaten. After a quick glance at the other teacher's plates, it seemed like an adequate enough time had passed for it to seem like she had finished her meal. Commanding her plate to disappear down into the kitchens, she leant back in her high back chair to continue her observations of the student body.

After a short time, she started to feel like she was being watched; the question was who was watching her enough for her to feel uncomfortable. Scanning the student body, no one was paying particular attention to her. Finally, turning slightly to her right to see the teachers there, she discovered that they were either in an in-depth conversation with their neighbor or was eating. Now turning slightly to her left, she saw the same except that the feeling had suddenly stopped. Dumbledore caught her eye and gave her a polite and respectful smile, which she did not return; the other teachers did not pay any attention to her as they were so engrossed in their conversations, and Professor Snape was milking his glass of wine for all it was worth while glaring at any student that looked in his direction.

Getting unnerved, she put on her cloak and stood from the table, the level of noise decreased in the Great Hall as she moved towards the Headmaster.

"I will show myself to my room, Direttore," (Headmaster) she said as she stopped in front of Dumbledore. "I am sure I can find my way. After all, my old school was much larger," she said in an almost boasting manner just to make her audience not suspicious of the fact that she would know how to get to her dorm without any instruction. She of course knew which room she would be in, as it was mentioned in a letter she received, along with where it was as she of course resided here for five years. Dumbledore with just think that I found a map or something.

With a nod from Dumbledore, she moved down the center aisle of the Great Hall towards the main corridor, while in the process be stared at all the way. Taking a right down the hall she moved towards the stair case which would lead her towards her dorms. Getting off at the third floor, she encountered the new and improved floor. It no longer resembled the dank and dark corridor, which on the right hand side led to a three headed dog. It now looked like the other corridors, with paintings and torches along the hall; finally coming to the specified painting, a portrait of Arwen.

Stepping in front of the portrait, Amariel just looked at the historical woman with interest. Arwen graced her with a glare and a raised eyebrow.

Coming to her sense, Amariel cleared her throat and said in fluent and elegant elfish, "Good evening, my lady. My name is Amariel Undomiel and I am the new occupant of the dorm that you protect. May I be granted access to the dorm?" As she said all this, she had lowered herself into a low curtsey to show her respect for one who held such a high position.

After hearing no answer however, she look up slightly to see Arwen's expression had changed from demining to shocked. The occupant of the painting, however, quickly cleared any expression from her face and asked for Amariel to rise. After doing so, Arwen begin to speak in equally fluent elfish.

"It has been a long while since I had encountered someone who shared my same language or who showed me the respect that one should show to an elder. It seems that this generation of persons is lacking the proper manners. No matter though. I grant you permission to reside in the doors that I protect, as a fellow Elf and as a descent of mine. The password is 'a priori'."

After saying the password, the portrait swung open to reveal where Hermione would be living of the rest of the school year. Walking in, she was surprise to see a room as large as the Gryffindor common room with white, black, gold, and silver walls, an ornate marble fireplace, plush rugs, an ornate desk, and comfortable looking chairs resided in the room. Along the walls were bookcases filled to the brim with books way past the reading level or the maturity level of the average seventh year. The room next to the main common area had an up- to- date kitchen. I guess I have an excuse to not go to meals anymore. There was a door on the other side of the common area and a stair case that Hermione presumed led up to her bath room and bed room. Out of curiosity, she moved to the door on the side and opened it to reveal a full equipped exercise room in addition to a large open space with mirrors. This will work, though it is lacking in the knives area. Moving out of the room, she moved up the stair case to reveal the bed room. The bed room consisted of an ornate carved queen size bed, with a black silk duvet covering the bed. The dressers, coaches, and the desk that resided in her room, like the bed, was ornately carved and looked antique. There was a room length bookcase which contained her personal books. There was a large walk-in closet with all of her clothes inside in an organized manner. Her room had a view over the Great Lake and had a balcony in order for her to walk outside.

After getting her head around everything that had occurred Hermione started to feel a dull pain in the back of her head and she started to feel the stress that suddenly came crashing down on her.

Making a decision, and in order to calm her nerves, Hermione moved silently left her dorm and moved through the dark corridors towards the music room, which was on the fifth floor unbeknownst to all the students. Silently unlocking the doors and closing it softly behind her, she flicker her wrist to light the candles to a dull glow. Moving towards the Grand Piano, she did not realize that the door was partially still open.

Sitting down on the hand carved piano, she moved her hands over the delicate keys, not pressing down yet to emit the beautiful sounds that she could image would be emitted.

Finally composing herself, she placed her hands in position and started to play the Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven with effortless grace.

Loosing herself in the piece of music, closing her eyes and her mind to the world, she placed the piece with her heart, not with her mind.

Unbeknownst to her, Severus Snape had had the same idea as her, but instead was the audience instead of the player.

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Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter and please review. Special thanks to camya for suggesting the Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven for a song that she could play on the piano. Please inform me of a song that you would like her to play on piano and I will try to incorporate it. The portrait for her dorm is Arwen which is from Lord of the Rings if you did not notice. The password to her dorm 'a priori' is Latin for 'from what comes before.' I thought it would fit. Thank you for reading and please review.