Disclaimer: I still own nothing except the plot! And even that technically isn't mine! Waaahhhh.
THANK YOU FEMALE WHOVIAN AND NOTWRITTEN! Seriously, I wasn't sure whether to continue this or not. All feedback is appreciated (including "Ways this story sucks")
Serverus Snape was looking over the assembled students. It was a week before Hallowe'en, and the students were all having dinner. The headmaster wasn't there, though, which was the cause of a few whispers among the students. His eyes settled on three first-years. Hermione Granger, who was alright at Potions, Ron Weasley, who for some reason was a genius at Potions (Was he adopted or something?), and… Harry Potter. He still wasn't sure what to think about Harry; he looked just like Him, the bastard. But… he was good at Potions. Like Her, he thought. Interestingly, whenever he tried Legilimency on Potter, the results were always rather hazy. Odd… Perhaps a result of one of Dumbledore's protections?
His musings were interrupted as Dumbledore walked into the Great Hall, an elderly man trailing behind him. The headmaster turned to the sitting students. "Everyone?" The hall felt silent. "I would like to present your new Astronomy teacher… Professor Yana."
Snape, still looking at the three Gryffindors, was surprised to see Hermione choke on her peas, Harry to drop his face into his plate of mashed potatoes, and Ron's eyes got huge. He performed a quick Legilimency check on the three of them, surprised to read all their thoughts perfectly clearly.
Not again, they were all thinking. Not HIM again!
Aaaand who was expecting that?
Sorry for the short chapter, but as you can see, it's sort of important.