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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 whatever was said.

Previously:

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 played 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.

Alternative Identity: Chapter 9

General/Severus Snape Point of View

Originally, it started as patrol duty. He was looking for anyone who would be foolish enough to be out on the first night back for term. The other professors took pity on the students during the first week or so, thinking it would be a nice time for reuniting couples and old friends from different houses and such. He of course thought nothing of this. The long term goal was the House Cup, not whether or not a relationship would last or if inter-house friendships could be sustained. He could care less if couples satisfied their raging hormones and if inter-house friendships lasted, as far as he could consider they were a bad idea to begin with.

Over all, his solo patrol duty went relatively well for the first night. He caught Mr. Harry Bloody Potter with his red head girl friend on the seventh floor, most likely attempting to get away for some private time away from her brother. Coincidentally enough, however, Mr. Weasley was snogging his girlfriend on the eighth floor. A total of a hundred points and four detentions from Gryffindor from his least favorite people alone made it worth his while to come out of his dungeons. That of course did not include the other house, Slytherin not included. He always privately punished them, whatever happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin. No need to air the house's dirty laundry after all.

Moving down the dark corridors and barely lit stair cases, he found himself on the fifth floor and heading towards the highly unknown music room. The room itself was unknown either because of the disinterest in music, as it took some interest to be allowed in the room as it was a part of the warding, or because people had no clue where it was. Regardless, he was one of the few, or an only visitor, to the room and that is what kept him coming back.

As he approached, and stood in front the room, he realized that the door was partially ajar. Then the softly and perfectly played opening notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata hit his ears. Silently opening the door, attempting to not make any noise that would disturb the occupant, he moved to the wall and into the shadows. Squinting his eyes in order to focus on the pianist in the dull light, he quickly realized that it was none other than Ms. Amariel Undomiel. Captivated, he stood there watching her play the piece with perfect precision and elegance, her eyes closed seemingly lost in the piece. Time seemed to stand still as she played the piece as he watched.

Quickly shaking himself out of his revere, however, as he realized that the piece was about to end, he slipped out of the still partially open door. Moving down the hall with billowing robes, looking for the entire world like the Great Bat of the Dungeons but not thinking or focusing like the professor that made first years cry.

Next Day

General Point of View

Breakfast

The first day of school, it could be considered the worst day in the entire year for any student around the world. The early morning, the stress as to what will come, who will be in what classes, when those classes will be, if the school year will be hard. The apprehension and suspense was thick in the air, the level of noise was relatively quiet, and not many were wishing for anything but a few more hours of sleep.

The teachers talked quietly as they made last minute changes and checks on the students timetables. That is all but one of the teachers, who sat quietly on the end with an empty seat to his left as he sipped a steaming drink.

The first years were already terrified of the Potions Professor, partially by their own observations and what was told to them by the older students. The seventh years, on the other hand, were either blessing their luck by choosing not to do potions this year or cursing their profession for requiring it.

As the clock struck the hour and it was officially the middle of the breakfast period, the Prefects (who were instructed earlier) rose from their tables and collected some of the timetables from their Heads of House. With the distribution under way, sounds of groans or exclamations rose in the air as people compared classes and periods. The Gryffindor members were not excluded.

"Bloody hell," Ron said with a groan as he banged his head down onto the table, barely missing his mountain of food. Professor McGonagall sent him a glare which went unseen.

"What's the matter," Harry asked as he took a bite of his bacon while looking at his timetable. Then sudden realization hit him and he understood Ron's behavior as he let out a soft, "Oh."

"What is the matter with you two," Ginny said with frustration in her voice.

A grumble sounded from Ron, who still had his head on the table with his arms wrapped around it as if to shield him from the world.

Harry decided to grace his girlfriend's question with an understandable answer. "We have to take Advanced Potions this year. Somehow, I am not sure how, we ended up in the advanced course instead of the regular and even that is hard to get into." He said as he showed his timetable to Ginny. Sure enough it said, Advance level Potions – C bell, mixed houses class.

"Good luck with that," Ginny said as she started to butter her toast with a generous amount of butter. Then stopping as if she had a sudden thought, she turned to the Head Table first then to her boyfriend and brother. "What classes do you think the new girl will be in?" She asked with a questionable look. "And where is she?"

Harry just shrugged his shoulders, while Ron's head shot up from its previous position on the table.

"I hope she is in our classes," he said with a dreamy look. Thankfully his girlfriend decided to sit with her gal pals today in order to catch up with them on gossip, or he would have experience a rather hard slap across the head.

"You have a girlfriend, Ron, try to remember that," Ginny said as she reprimanded her brother, though it was only partially seriously.

"It does not mean that I cannot look," he said back to her.

Changing the subject to other things, the three shared their timetables and finished up their breakfast before the warning bell for the first class rang.

Rising with the other students about five or so minutes before the bell rang, the guys headed in the direction of transfiguration as Ginny went towards charms.

The seventh years attending Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class during this bell, which coincidentally enough was the Slytherins and Gryffindors, entered the room and sitting in the seats as quickly as possible, avoiding the back ones as McGonagall always called on those people as she detesting people sitting in the back when they could sit in the front. The entire time that the seventh years were situating themselves, Gryffindors on one side of the room and Slytherins on the other, Professor McGonagall sat at her desk writing furiously on a sheet of paper.

Right as the bell rang, there was a bang and everyone looked in the direction of the door, that was just roughly (and loudly) slammed close. Moving down the narrow space between the desks, Amariel smoothly moved to the back most seats and gracefully sat down. She unclipped her outer most robes to reveal dark wash jeans, black boots, and a v-neck tight fitting black sweater. She was the definition of "out of uniform".

"Is there some reason, Miss Undomiel, that you cannot enter this room as quietly and respectfully as every other student did before you?" Professor McGonagall said in a voice devoid of emotion. All the other students knew this as the voice that she used when she was extremely annoyed with a particular student.

Hermione, of course, knew this as well and just wanted to add a little something to her entrance. She wound not say that though. "I just wanted to make sure everyone was awake, Professor," she said with a hint of an Italian accent, just to make sure people did not think she lost it already.

"Thank you, Miss Undomiel, then for making sure we have all not dozed off because you were not present. Maybe you can help us all stay awake, especially yourself, by telling me what the incantation is for transfiguring a seed into its fully grown self, with edible fruit." She asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

I learned this in my fourth year I think, she really is trying considering it's not in the required reading. Well done, Professor, but not well enough, Hermione thought.

Whipping out her intricately carved, in order to make up for the hollow center, wand she levitated an apple which sat on her professor's desk. Landing in her hand, she pulled out her Swiss Army knife and cut the apple in half. Taking a seed out and placing it on the floor next to her, she said in a soft but clear voice, "Cultum uber." (Means cultivate productively in Latin).

The seed slowly grew from the seed into a tree, which then grew perfectly ripe red apples, matching the one that lay in two pieces on Amariel's desk. To her credit, Professor McGonagall only looked shocked for a second compared to the extremely apparent looks of shock on the other student's faces.

Standing from her seat, Amariel grabbed an apple which was close to her, taking a bite with an audible crunch and chewed slowly, then stuck her hand out as if to offer it to someone else.

"That was…cleverly done, Miss Undomiel," Professor McGonagall said. Turning to the class she then said in a voice that everyone recognized as the 'lecture voice' she began to begin the lesson on transfiguring something from the immature phase into the mature phase.

The class period flew by after the incident with the apple tree and then the proceeding lecture before anyone knew it the bell rang, releasing all the students from their first bell of the new year.

In a swish of black robes, Amariel was the first one to leave the class room; everyone else followed closely behind. The topic of the day was of course the incident and by the time that second bell would start; it would most likely be common knowledge. After all, how many times does someone stand up to a professor, let alone Professor McGonagall?

Heading towards the dungeons, at a fast pace, for Advanced Potions, all Hermione could think about was her Transfiguration class. Why did I act that way towards Professor McGonagall? That was extremely disrespectful. Would I have acted like that back when I was Hermione instead of Amariel? Probably not, but technically I am the same person. Everyone's faces made it worth it though. I am surprised no one passed out, out of shock. I wonder what Harry and Ron are thinking about me. Knowing them both, they probably want to know my entire story, and then if I have nothing to contribute to them, probably move on. Unless they have changed of course, this is highly unlikely.

Sooner than expected, she arrived in front of Professor Snape's class room; unexpectedly, she was the first one. After several minutes of waiting in a corner, people began to slowly arrive with looks of dread upon their faces.

The door to the class room suddenly opened, releasing a cluster of crying or near-to-tears first years. At the end of the line was none other than Professor Snape who looked like his normal, irritated self.

With a sneer in the direction of his seventh year students, he said in a quiet voice: "Well? What are you waiting for? Class has already begun." And with a billow of his robes he turned around and entered his class room.

With reluctant steps, the class of eleven moved into the class room and sat in their respective seats. Hermione moved to a table in the back of the class room and put her black, leather Burberry messenger bag on top of the stool next to her to discourage anyone from seating with her. As everyone was getting into their seats, Professor Snape was busy looking over the roster. As the class settled down and quieted, he finally looked up to begin the class.

"Welcome to Advanced Potions," he said with as much warmth someone would give to a flobberworm. "I am personally amazed that some of you are here," he said this with a pointed look in Harry and Ron's direction. Ron's face rapidly began the same color as his hair, while Harry held onto his arm as a sign of warning. "None the less, you are all here and I will not tolerate any misbehaver. Any mistakes will not be tolerated and any significant rule breaking or lack of preparation for this class will result in a request," he said this with a sneer, "to leave the class room and never come back. I will not tolerate missing work, nor will I tolerate anything lower than an E (exceeds expectations) in my class. If you believe that you cannot meet my expectations, you know where the door is." There was a moment of silence as no one moved lest they draw attention to themselves. "Very well," he said. "You have all been warned." He took up his roster and began to go down it, saying the person's name and occasionally adding comments, also known as thinly veiled insults. He went through the first six people who were three Hufflepuffs and three Ravenclaws. He then moved on to his precious Slytherins, who were Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini who smirked as their names were called. He then looked down to the next two names on the list and let a little sneer cross his face in order to show his disgust.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley," he said with a drawl. "What a pleasure," he said this with heavy sarcasm, "it is to have you in my class once again. I should talk to Professor Slughorn about who should be moved on and who should not, at least he did not let Longbottom into this class." He said as he looked down to the final name on the list.

Looking back up and meeting her eyes as she blankly stared back at him. "Ah, yes," he said softly, "Amariel Undomiel. Our new – celebrity." (Page 136, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone). "Perhaps our new student can inform us of an answer to a question which I hope you all know the answer to, or else you should just leave. Miss Undomiel, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He said with a bored drawl.

Hermione almost started to crack up laughing and completely ruin any image that she was creating. That's a bloody first year question. That he asked Harry on the first day as well. I have no idea how anyone cannot know that answer. From the looks of it though, some people do not know it, idiots. With a calm voice, she answered in the same low tone that he talked to the class in, "It makes a sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death, sir."

He looked unimpressed with her answer, but that was to be expected. "What is the difference in the results of stirring crushed blister wood and chopped shell-fin counter clockwise, compared to counter clockwise?" The clueless looks on some people's faces made it clear that they either had not covered this yet, or they had all not paid attention.

"Stirring crushed blister wood and chopped shell-fin clock wise will create a base for a cooling substance. Stirring the mixture counter clockwise will create a base for a heating substance. Doing the same amount of both clock wise and counter clock wise, will create an acid for a neutral substance that can be both ingested and used as a topical cream. This is compared to the bases which can only be used as a cream." She finished, with a small smirk of triumph on her face as she say a small flash of annoyance on Snape's face. .

"It seems," Snape began to say, "that we have a new know-it-all in our class. Welcome Miss Undomiel, you can be the replacement for a late student of ours Miss Hermione Granger." No one noticed the faint stiffening in her shoulders, though there were some signs of depression on everyone's face other than the two Slytherins. "Now turn to page 127 in your books and make the Cooling Compress, keeping in mind what Miss Undomiel said. Begin."

Everyone scurried to the store room to get the required ingredients, as Hermione slowly moved to the store room after everyone had exited it and started to begin the potion. Gathering her ingredients, she walked back her cauldron which had begun to heat as she had let the flame on as she went to get her ingredients. On her way back, she noticed that Ron had chopped his weed-root vertically instead of horizontally, while Harry had chopped it so finely that it would be useless. Shaking her head slightly, she moved to her seat and began to work, using small short cuts and variations when she could. She finally came to the stage in which she had to wait ten minutes for it to cool to the ideal temperature. So sitting back on her stool which was conveniently against the wall, she watched the other students in the class.

That was when she realized that Malfoy was having a quiet conversation with Zabini as they both worked on their potion.

"So, my father is opening his new club this weekend," Malfoy said as he stirred his potion. Zabini nodded his head, showing that he was listening. "I am invited a select view to be there the opening night, it will be one of the biggest events of the year, I can guarantee you that much. Father will, of course, be there. Are you in? There will be free drinks." Malfoy asked, though his tone suggested that he did not expect Zabini to say no.

"Yeah, sure mate. Just let me know when we are leaving and I will be there," Zabini said as he lowered the temperature on his cauldron. "Who else will be there?"

"I am inviting Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Theodore, Millicent, and of course you. I know some of my father's friends," he said this with emphasis, "will be there. So they will not be around much."

Originally the conversation intrigued Hermione, especially when she heard that Malfoy senior would be there. However, the addition of other Death Eaters, presumably the other four people who killed her parents, was what guaranteed her interest. A perfect time for revenge. Easy access, lots of distractions, and lots of noise.

She was distracted from their conversation, however, when she realized that the ten minutes were up and that it was at the specified temperature. Putting a status charm on her potion, she carefully bottled it in a test tube and made sure that her name was written in elegant script on the side. Gathering her things and casting a quick cleansing charm on her cauldron, she moved down the aisle towards Professor Snape's desk. He raised his head from the summer essays that he was grading with a raised eyebrow until he saw the vial which rested in her hand.

She placed it the holder, nodded her head, and moved to the door. The silence was broken, however, when Snape finally said in a bored but authoritative voice, "And where exactly are you going?"

Turing around to face him, she said in a voice to match his, "I was going to leave professor, as first I am done and second the class has ended." As she said this the bell rang, signaling the end of the bell. With a sweep of her robe, she opened the door and walked down the hall with a confident stroll.

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I am sorry I have not updated recently, I thought I would be able to sooner and I never got around to it. Anyways, thank you all for reading and reviewing (if you did of course, hint, hint). The quote, when Snape is naming off the people in his class is from the first book when he says Harry's name, I just changed it to fit. I thought it was clever, probably is not though. Just a reminder for those who forgot, the Death Eaters who killed Hermione's parents and attempted to kill her were Malfoy Sr., Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., Avery, and Rodolphus Lestrange. Anyways, hopefully you enjoyed it, please let me know by reviewing.