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The welcome dinner went off without incident, other than Dolores making a speech and trying to assert her power, without incident. Jocelyn had remained in the back and the Great Hall while Dumbledore had welcomed the returning students and the new, she had listened intently at the warning given by the Sorting Hat. It had done a lot of that when she had been a student here as well, warned of vanity, ego, pride, and turning to the 'Dark Side', as she liked to call it.
She had seen Harry and his troop of friends arrive and take their seats, but she had taken care for them not to see her. Through the entire dinner, she hadn't been taking false notes for Dolores, she had been surveying the students. The Malfoy boy was surrounded by a group of young witches and wizards, that his father had no doubt selected for him. She frowned a little knowing that he was his father's son, pity was all she had for that child, he had never had a chance.
Jocelyn also looked at the other students around Harry, other than his two closest friends, there were two twin red heads, Molly's sons, a cubby looking boy who she knew, Longbottom looked just like his father, she had known him well. Molly's youngest daughter, and a few others, most however were staring daggers at Harry. She had been informed that many had believed the lies that were being spread about him. It made her want to smack all those fools, not believing that Voldemort was back, they were all naïve little idiots. But she couldn't blame them; "People never want to see the bad things that happen in the world, they would rather live in ignorant bliss pretending that nothing has happened rather than face the darkness inside of themselves and within the world," her teacher had told her once. She had smiled at Jocelyn, patted her back, and told her to get back to peeling potatoes.
Jocelyn smiled, she missed her old teacher dearly, she had been a saving grace in her life and Jocelyn wished more than anything she could have lived longer, lived at least to have seen Jocelyn be forgiven for the crimes that she had committed.
"You are she are you not?" said a small voice to Jocelyn's left.
She looked and besides her stood a small, blonde haired child, with large eyes. Around her neck she wore a strange necklace and Jocelyn noticed that her socks were mismatched. "I'm sorry?"
"You're the ministries secret agent, the immortal witch," said the young girl.
Jocelyn was taken aback for a moment, she regained her composure and smiled, "I am sorry you must be mistaken, I do work for the ministry but not as a secret agent I am the personal secretary to Professor Umbridge."
The blonde girl stared at her for a few more moments, "Pity" she said then she disappeared into the crowed.
'What the hell?' though Jocelyn, 'That little girl was……' she didn't want to say strange because she knew what it was to be called strange. Looking around the hall brought back memories, she had not been in this school for many many years and being here now was like walking through a time machine. It was true there were few things in the world that never changed drastically, Hogwarts was one of those things.
Jocelyn sighed and looked up at the teachers table Umbridge was in a conversation with a younger looking witch, Dumbledore was speaking with Minerva, and Severus was otherwise engaged. There was nothing more for her to do here, she looked once more at Harry, glanced around the room and departed. She walked down the silent halls, the students were still eating dinner so no one would be around to see her.
She stared at the pictures that hung on the walls, they had changed positions over the years but many of the faces still were the same. She passed by a few she knew well but was not surprised when they did not seem to recognize her. They all greeted her politely or nodded in acceptance but none carried on a long conversation with her. She sighed there was one portrait that she wanted to see more than any other, but as she climbed the stairs to the third floor corridor she realized that it too had been moved. Seeing another portrait she went over to it hoping to find answers.
"Excuse me?" she asked. The picture was of several clerk men dressed in long black robes, all holding books and looking extremely perturbed at the idea of being bothered. "I wanted to know if you knew where the woman in the red dress had gone?"
"Woman in the red dress? You mean that scandalous woman?" said one of the clerks.
"Yes, she had the dark hair and the ruby around her neck," Jocelyn said, "She's an old friend."
"We haven't seen her in ages," said the man.
"I have," cried out another from behind the others. He came forward in the picture and examined Jocelyn, "She's near the Headmasters office. Been there for ages now, he had her moved about three or four years ago."
"Around the time Harry came here" Jocelyn muttered.
"What was that miss?" asked the first clerk.
"Oh nothing thank you, you've been a great help." Jocelyn bowed to the men in the picture and then headed off in the direction of the Headmasters office. It only took a few moments for her to get there. She rounded a corner and saw what she was looking for hanging on the opposite wall of her at the other end of a long hallway. She cautiously approached it, trying not to make a sound.
She stood in front of the large portrait and stared. "So you haven't changed much" said the woman to her.
"I guess not," Jocelyn answered.
"You haven't changed since the last time I saw you Jocelyn Potter, it makes me wonder why."
"You are as perceptive as the real you was," Jocelyn said.
"I am her copy."
"I did something bad," Jocelyn said. "I followed too closely in your footsteps."
The woman sighed and stood from the plush cushion she was sitting on. "Jocelyn, Jocelyn you are so foolish, my counterpart would have warned you."
"She did, but I didn't listen," she said.
"I see so you are as stubborn as ever so," the woman brushed back the skirts of her long low cut Victorian dress and sat back down on her seat. Her dark eyes piercing Jocelyn. "Foolish foolish child," then she said no more.
Jocelyn reached out and brushed her fingers across the signature at the bottom corner of the picture. "Self portrait by Elisa Curtis," she whispered.
"Curtis? Your old teacher?" Severus said from behind her. Jocelyn jumped slightly, her husband had surprised her.
"Yes," she said looking at him and the back to the painting, she reached out and touched the golden frame again. "Teacher was a painter as well as a talented witch," Jocelyn explained staring into the face of the woman. "She gave this to the school when they requested a portrait, it was supposed to hang in the Library but Teacher said 'Do not place me where I cannot see the students, she is my eyes when I am gone and I wish to see the generations that come after me, all of them.' So they put her in the halls, the last time I saw this picture was right before…." Jocelyn trailed off. Severus knew what she was talking about. "I had come to see her once more before I….before I did it, wanted to see her face."
"I am sure it was a comfort to see her."
"Not really made me feel guilty about the whole thing, using her research and her spells to do something like that," Jocelyn said. She turned around and looked at her husband, she noticed that his left hand was bare once again. "Where do you put it when you're here?"
He gave her a questioning look until she pointed at his left hand. He looked down and noticed what she was talking about. "I keep it in my private study," he said. He clenched his fist so that it would be less noticeable.
"That's probably for the best, people would ask questions if you wore it," she said turning back around. She closed her hand so that he couldn't see her own wedding ring still in its place.
"You aren't going to take yours off?"
"No one knows me here, and if I did and someone I knew saw me without it they wouldn't ask questions, questions I wouldn't want to answer," Jocelyn said looking down at her glittering band.
They remained in silence for a few more moments, "Would you like me to take you back to your room?"
Jocelyn turned around and looked at her husband, "Yes that would be nice," she said with a mischievous smile.
'Jocelyn' he said telepathically, it was cold and stern, emotionless.
'I haven't said anything,' she answered.
'You have that look in your eye. You know that we cannot have close contact here.'
'I know, which makes it even more fun.' She smiled at him as she walked past, 'I can tease these hormone infected boys.'
Severus grabbed her forearm roughly, turning her around to face him. "You will do no such thing."
"Come come now Severus there is always that one hot teacher," she said with a smile. "It's always been a dream of mine, to be the hot teacher who all the boys have school crushes on. The one they think naughty thoughts about when I walk past them, the teacher they long to have an afterhours detention with."
"Jocelyn" said Severus through gritted teeth. "You will not do anything…"
"Oh and Severus Dolores has said that she doesn't want me to dress in Hogwarts attire, I am to dress in ministry dress code, that means skirts…and dresses…and shirts…and blouses…and belts," she said leaning forward and whispering the last few words into his ear.
"Jocelyn I forbid…." He began but she cut him off.
"You cannot forbid me anything here, like you said before we left home, once we step into the building we have to pretty much act like we aren't married." She smiled at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before wiggling out of his grasp and stepping away. "I believe you were going to escort me to my private rooms Professor Snape."
She turned on her heel and began to walk down the hall towards her rooms. She had turned the corner and only walked a few steps when she felt Severus' hand grab her once more. She was pulled into an empty classroom and roughly shoved against a wall. He placed both hands on either side of her head to trap her and stared into her blue eyes.
"You love to play games don't you Potter."
"One of my favorite things to do in life Snape," she said. He pressed his hard lips against her own and crushed her into the stone wall. He reached up and pulled her hair free of the tight bun she had pinned it up in, he had always liked her hair free. He leaned his lips down and brushed her collar bone, running his tongue in a circle he leaned forward and she felt his teeth lightly sink into her soft skin, marking her. He kissed her once more, pushed away from her, and quickly left the room without a word.
Jocelyn was leaned against the wall breathing heavily, but with a large smile on her face. One of her favorite things in life was to tease her husband in over the years she had gotten very good at it.