My Own Treachery

Chapter 9 | A Little Black Book

Finding a bathroom, I went into a stall, and thought about who to at first I thought to change into Dumbledore, but since he was roaming around the halls at the moment, it would be a stupid idea. Then I thought of Snape. He currently must've been finishing up class with my group. With a nod at the thought of how he looked, carefully, wanting to nail the look.

First, I did the obvious changes; height, sex, skin ton and general thin build. Next was to get his face; a large hooked nose replaced my typical small one, then my usually amber colored eyes were dark, black in color. My hair went from the long dark brown soft look, to shoulder length to, greasy and black, framing my now cold looking face. My teeth even went crooked and yellow. I walked out of the stall, looking at my reflection, I bit back a snicker, seeing a Snape in the mirror, with the uniform of a female student, and the short robes I had on, it was amusing. Quickly, i pulled out my wand out of the pocket, thinking quickly of the usual attire of the professor, black flowing robes, that were like wings. Black trousers and matching black shirt and shoes. Once the attire was vivid in my mind

"Tethunois Millashe" I whispered, the spell my mother often used on herself, to change her clothes. A cloud of black smoke covered me, once it was gone, my reflection was exact. Aside from Capone sitting on my shoulder, obviously confused by the look, I smiled at him, "You'll need to hide yourself, into my cloak, Capone" I whispered to him, hearing the voice of Snape leave my lips. As if accepting what was going on Capone, crawled to the inside of the bat cloak, and ended up sitting in a pocket that was on the inside of the cloak. Once he was secure, I quickly I put my satchel, with my books and various other school supplies, I hid it in a stall. Once I closed the stall door, I charmed the stall, so no one would be able to take my stuff.

Now for the real test. Taking a gulp of air, I walked swiftly out of the bathroom, I kept my mind focused on keeping the usual face that Snape had. Usually, cold, straight, and nothing appearing on it. I was so focused, I didn't notice I bumped into someone. Looking at whom I had bumped into, I saw the pale skin and light blue eyes of, Professor Quirrell. Whom backed up quickly, but was still close.

"S-Snape" He twitched and mumbled the name, keeping my face straight, hopefully not showing my fear of being caught. "No worries, I-I wasn'-t wi-with Fluff-y" He stuttered. Who's Fluffy?

"Shut up! It's not him, you fool!" I herd a raspy voice that wasn't Quirrell, but came from him. The voice sent shivers down my back, it was a creepy voice. Quirrells face when from its usual timid and frightful to a darker more sinister.

Quickly I pushed past the man, making my way to the library, thankful for there being other students studying. I could feel my heart about to jump right out of my chest. What was that? That voice? It wasn't Quirrell, yet it came from him. What was the talk about Fluffy? I shook my head. As long he doesn't figure out that I was being Snape, I'll be fine. With that thought. Letting out the breath, I must've been holding it in. Once I gained control of my nerves, I walked through the library, past Pince, who only gave a curt nod, then went to look back to her work. Walking past her, I made a b-line to the restricted section.

Crossing the threshold I could fully see the large shelves filled with books, not as many books as there were back home, but enough to where I'm sure I'd find a book, or books to aid me in wandless, nonverbal magic. Now adding Fluffy and the creepy voice I heard that came from Quirrell were added to my research list.

Scrolling through the titles, I couldn't find anything on anything I was looking for. However, I eventually came to a stop within the 'R's. Where I came across a slim black book, that appeared to look more like a journal, or diary of sorts, it was almost looked over as the black book was surrounded by larger books. Pulling out the little black book, I took note of the leather covers, that were nearly perfect, as if they weren't touched.