My chamber looks much more unclean than what it was when I taught Defence Against the Dark Arts, during Potter's sixth year, which is saying quite a lot.
"Um, we didn't get time to clean up this place, as Professor Merrythought had to go just two days before." the Headmaster explains. "I'll get the house-elves clean up so you can move in. Is that all right?" he calls some of them and orders them to start working.
"No problem, and what about the Dark Lor....Riddle?" I ask. I'll have to work upon getting over that silly, 'Dark Lord' habit.
" I think that it is incorrect to kill a boy..no, no." he gives me a hard look. I flinch. "Isn't there another way to stop him instead of killing him? Probably you can change him, show him a better path."
"I don't know. If there'd be a way, then Dumbledore would have definitely told me. But he hasn't. Yet it is not a bad idea. Maybe portraits on the walls do not give proper information." I think aloud.
The Headmaster says, " Anyway, Hogwarts reopens tomorrow. I suggest you rest. You will meet your fellow colleagues during dinner."
I thank him and walk inside. The house- elves have done a fantastic job cleaning the room. My timetable lies on a desk beside the bed. I pick it up and pin it to a soft board on the wall. At one corner is a large cupboard at the other is a desk, with a chair. I don't have many things (actually I have nothing extra) with me to decorate my room.
Along with the timetable, there is my Welcome Letter, with my name written on it. I take out the timeturner from my pocket. Its silver ring shines as it reflects the evening light. I place it on the table.
Too tired to do anything, I drop myself onto the bed. The bed is so cozy and so comfortable, that my eyes close as soon as my head touches the pillow.
I wake up just a few seconds later. (Actually, it's been about two hours, but it feels like seconds, anyway.) I lay there, lying in my bed, lazy and reculant to get up. It's about time for dinner . I freshen up, a bit. There is a joint bathroom attached to the chamber. Then, I proceed towards the Great Hall for dinner.
I start walking down the corridor. In front of me, I see something like a shadow moving towards me. I pretend to yawn as Peeves, the idiot of a poltergeist tries to throw a water balloon at me. I dodge it and try to stifle a laugh as I see his confused face. It definitely takes years to get used to Peeve's pranks. Thankfully, no more mischief comes my way and I reach the Great Hall for dinner.
Right at the front table, sit my fellow Professors, who seem to be in a conversation. In the middle, as usual, sits the Headmaster, Dippet. To his right, sits the Deputy Headmaster, Dumbledore, probably the Transfiguration teacher of Riddle's time . But so young, that he doesn't look like the Dumbledore who I once knew. To Dippet's right, is Professor Slughorn, the Potions teacher, fat, but cheerful. Hey! I deserve that post.
Beside Slughorn sits (I'm not so sure) Professor Berry (or was it Beery?). Then, I notice something (actually someone) who makes me gasp. Cuthbert Binns. And the best part was that he is solid, not a ghost. I try to control myself from bursting. After all those years of History Of Magic, from a ghost, it feels weird to see the same ghost as a living human.
Hearing my gasp, Dippet looks up. "Oh, and this is Professor Severus Snap. Wait, am I right?" he asks looking at me. "Its Snape," I correct and say something very smart like "and hello." with a grin. Oh come on, its funny if you see the appearance of your teachers about 59 years before.
"Yes, so Professor Snape, welcome to Hogwarts. I think you would like me introduce you...." says Dippet.
"I'll be glad, although I know some of you people." I admit looking at Dumbledore and Slughorn and trying my level best, once again not to laugh when I look at Binns.
Dumbledore looks at me curiously. I block my mind in case he tries to use Occlumency. He looks surprised, and I smile with satisfaction. It's one Occlumencer aginst another. "Greetings. I guess you will teach Defense at Hogwarts, Professor Snape." he says with a smile which I return and I reach out for a hand shake. "And this is Professor Slughorn." we shake hands. It seems weird shaking hands with my teacher.
Professor Dippet then does a few more introductions and I sit down to eat my dinner. After dinner, I go back to my room. I get into my night clothes which had been hung for me in the bathroom.
I take a look at my timetable. It's mostly the same as before. I then lie down on the bed, thinking about my days ahead.
I suddenly feel very alert. I wasn't supposed to be seen by anyone, not even by Dumbledore himself. And here am I, planning to teach at Hogwarts. I've come to kill Riddle, not teach him. I remind myself. But Dippet's thinking is right too. How can I kill a young, innocent boy. There should be a way to change the future. I decide to think about it later.
(A/N: I'm adding a special character into the story, although she entered Hogwarts in 1941)
Continued Snape's P.O.V: Suddenly, I think about something weirdl: MOM! My mother was here at the same time as the Dark Lord. So, that means.... will I teach my own mother? The thought is so awful that I almost spit out my food.
With these thoughts in my head, I fall asleep.
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