Miss Invisible
by Snapealina
A/N: This story is a bit AU, since Snape is still the Potions teacher in Harry's sixth year. Other non-canon situations may occur too ;-)
This is hopefully an improved version. I've corrected a few mistakes and such :)
Disclaimer: I only own Amanda and the plot, the rest is J.K's…
Chapter 1
A breathless Amanda Greene woke up, realizing she was already sitting up in her bed. "Now what the hell was that?" she whispered to herself. She couldn't believe what she just dreamed. After almost six years at Hogwarts, she had never looked at him that way. "Come on," she thought. "He is a teacher, and worse, he is the scariest teacher of all!" She never thought it was possible to have that kind of dream about Snape…
Amanda looked at the time. Only three o'clock. She didn't need to get up for several hours. She tried to go back to sleep, forgetting the dream she just had. But every time she closed her eyes, he was there again, stuck in her mind. The thought of him just wouldn't go away, and Amanda found it repulsive and exciting at the same time.
"He is a bitter, old, grumpy and ugly man," she tried to convince herself. "Okay, so he's kind of sexy," she thought. "Not too bad for a man at his age and there is something mysterious about him that makes him kind of attractive." She hit her forehead as soon as the thought had crossed her mind, trying to beat it out of her head. "Come on, Amanda," she said to herself. "It's Snape you're thinking about, your Potions teacher. Just stop it. He's disgusting… You're disgusting!"
It was the first day after the Easter holiday, and her first lessons that day were double Potions with Snape. Amanda liked Potions, but Snape wasn't exactly her favourite teacher at school. She knew he was brilliant and all that, and he seemed to know everything there was to know about the subject, but still there was something about the way he treated some of his students she didn't care much about. In addition, Amanda was a Gryffindor, his least favourite house.
She lay in bed for a while, but couldn't get back to sleep. At six o'clock, Amanda decided to get up, went to the bathroom, and then headed for the Gryffindor common-room. She picked up a book and started reading, waiting for breakfast to start.
After breakfast, Amanda headed for the dungeons for Potions. She walked alone as usual. Behind her she could hear Ron, Hermione and Harry talking. "Oh, I feel like cutting Potions today," she heard Ron moan. "You must be out of your mind wanting to cut classes this close to the exams, Ron!" Hermione argued. "We're not that long from the end of term." Harry sighed. Amanda believed he was tired of hearing them two bicker all the time. She went into the classroom, and found her seat in the back of the classroom.
She had almost forgotten about her dream when Snape entered the classroom. She shrugged, and suddenly remembered her thoughts about her professor. "Morning," he addressed the class. "Turn your books to page 523." Amanda's body shivered as she turned to the right page.
The odd feeling was back, and she found it extremely hard to concentrate. She was usually very attentive in class, and Potions was one of her better subjects, but today nothing Snape said seemed to get to her. All she did was staring at him, her mind thinking naughty thoughts. She managed to make some sort of potion before the lesson was over, but doubted it would do anything more that cause a hick-up.
Snape stood in the front of the class, collecting the potions as usual. One student after another went up to him with their work. Snape commented as usual on Malfoy's excellence and Potter's hopelessness, and Hermione tried to score some extra points by explaining to Snape what she did right, and the others did wrong. Snape sneered at her. Commenting that with her brains, she should have figured out by now that he never gave points to "know-it-alls". Hermione always seemed to get Snape's attention when she wanted. It wasn't always positive, and she never got any points, but Snape always noticed her.
Amanda was as good as Hermione in most subjects, even better in Herbology and Potions, but she didn't put up her hand in every situation, flaunting her cleverness. She was more the quiet type, and since she was in the same year and house as Hermione, no one really noticed her in any situation.
This was okay by Amanda most times, but she was getting tired of Hermione and her constantly being in the spotlight. Being Harry Potter's best friend and the self-claimed most clever student, Hermione always manage to score extra points in classes, and even more attention. Amanda didn't mind Ron or Harry that much. Ron was an okay guy, and Harry never asked for the attention on purpose, but Hermione however…
Amanda felt her anger towards Hermione rise more and more. Where were these feelings coming from? She never minded her roommate that much before. Why was she suddenly so jealous of her getting attention from Snape? It wasn't even good attention?
The next lesson was Divination. Hermione wasn't in this class, and Amanda calmed down a bit. She just prayed they weren't supposed to interpret dreams this lesson. What on earth would she tell if she was asked what she dreamed last night? Luckily Trelawney claimed she had a vision about something awful that was going to happen, and she had to warn the class about it.
Amanda's thoughts were still on Snape, so she didn't catch a word of Trelawney's speech. What was it about this man? Why this obsession? Why him? Why her? Her mind drifted off, and she started fantasizing. What if she got all the attention Hermione did? Would Snape finally notice her? Would he take her hand and pull her to him, kiss her and make lo…
She suddenly came to her senses and shook her head a bit. "Get a grip, Amanda! It was just a dream, you don't want him. He's your professor. He's Snape!" She told herself this over and over again, and didn't even hear Trelawney dismiss the class. She came around as one of her classmates accidentally knocked into her table on the way out of the classroom.
The rest of the day continued as it had that morning. She drifted away in every class, and seeing Snape at meals didn't help. Amanda could swear he was getting more and more handsome and attractive each time she saw him. She tried to get a glance at him as often as she could without anyone noticing her.
One time during dinner, he had looked in her direction and their eyes met briefly. She pulled her eyes away quickly and pretended to look at something else. Did he see her looking at him? Did he know? What if he found out? Amanda shrugged. No one could ever find out. It was just a weird obsession after a dream. Her seventeenth birthday was coming up on Monday, and she had never even kissed a boy before. That was probably the reason. "It will pass soon," she told herself.
But it didn't pass. The following week she dreamed every night about her and Snape, her dreams getting wilder and naughtier every time. She actually craved Snape, and her annoyance with Hermione increased every time he looked at Hermione in class instead of her. She needed his attention. She needed him! But how? To Snape, like everyone else, she was invisible.
"That's it!" she thought. "Invisible!" Wasn't there a spell that could make her invisible? She knew she had heard about it in class in her fourth year, but it wouldn't come up until the seventh and final year. Amanda ran to the library, looking up every charm-book she could find, and there it was – the Disillusionment charm.
It looked complicated, and she understood why this was left until the seventh year. Amanda brought the book back to her dormitory and started to read. She practised all weekend, but it was still too hard. She managed to make her hand slightly opaque, but she just couldn't make herself invisible enough.
By Monday morning, she realized that this was no good. It was taking too long, and she didn't want to wait any longer, her dreams now driving her crazy, and her grades probably falling because of her lack of attention in class. She woke up every night sweating and panting. Her roommates were also starting to give her weird looks, wondering what was wrong with her.
Later that afternoon she was walking up to the castle after an extremely boring Care of Magical Creatures-lesson. Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking right behind her, and she could hear Hermione shout at the others: "Oh, you two are hopeless. I don't have time for this. I have work to do. I'll be in the library." She then picked up her pace, and walked hurriedly towards the castle, leaving Ron and Harry a bit puzzled.
"I don't get her, Harry. She's on top of every class, and she still thinks she has to study for her exams to pass," Ron said, and they continued to stroll calmly up the hills. Amanda then suddenly got an idea. She had heard rumours that Harry Potter had an invisibility cloak. Students claimed that he had used several times to get to placed he shouldn't have been. If she only could find out if that was true, and maybe borrow it for a while, she would get herself the best birthday present she could ever get.
She just needed to get Harry alone for a moment, long enough to ask him. But Harry was never around without Ron or Hermione or someone from the Quidditch-team, at least not long enough to get him talking without any interruptions. Then, Amanda's book bag broke, and all her books and quills fell out, and onto the grass. She bent down to pick them up, and Harry and Ron hurried over to help her. "Been there, done that" Ron and Harry both said smiling. Amanda smiled nervously back. Then she heard a voice calling. "Ron! Get up here you slow git!" Ron excused himself, and ran towards the castle, leaving Harry and Amanda alone, picking up her things.
"Thanks," said Amanda. "No problem," Harry answered with a smile. He helped her carry some of her books. Amanda was getting more and more nervous. She had to ask him, before they reached the castle.
She cleared her voice. "Harry?" she asked nervously. "Yeah?" he said. "Is it true that you own an invisibility cloak?" Harry hesitated. "Well, yes," he finally answered. "What about it?" Amanda looked at him with a tiny, questioning smile. "Is it possible to borrow it from you? You see, I need to go to the restricted section of the library, and I can't get any of the teachers to give me permission, so I need to sneak in."
Amanda was surprised how easy the story just came to her. Harry laughed. "Been there, done that," he said with a grin. Amanda looked puzzled. "Did that in my first year," Harry explained. He did, however, look a little uncertain.. "I can pay you," Amanda shot in. "And I will take good care of it." Harry still hesitated. "I'll do your Divination homework for two weeks," she said, knowing he hated doing Trelawney's dream-diary or whatever else she made them do. That seemed to do the trick, because Harry laughed at her, and reached out his hand. "Deal!" he said. Amanda reached out hers, and shook it. "But don't tell anyone about it," he said. Amanda replied quickly: "Same goes for you."
After dinner she went to the library. Since she had promised Harry to do his Divination homework too, she really should get started on her own first. She picked up her Potions book and a piece of parchment. Ron and Harry came into the library, shortly followed by Hermione. They sat down at a table next to Amanda, and picked up their own books.
Amanda, as usual these days, found it very hard to concentrate on the things she should. Her thoughts wandered away on the thing she was about to do, and she'd only written the heading of her homework when she heard Harry say: "Finally finished!" He stood up and started to pack his things in his book bag. "But what about your Divination homework," Ron asked. "You haven't done them already, have you?" "No, but I'll do them tomorrow," Harry replied and continued to put his books into his bag. "But Harry," Hermione said. "Why don't you just do them now? You'll have much better time tonight. Tomorrow you have Quidditch-practice, remember?" Ron nodded. "She's right Harry, I don't like to admit it, but we better to it today." Harry looked at Ron with a surprised look. "Not you too?" he said irritably. "I can't focus on Divination right now anyway, I'll do it tomorrow!"
He picked up his bag, and walked towards the door, leaving Hermione and Ron puzzled. "Well, it's his problem," Hermione said, and went back to her own homework. Ron sighed and reluctantly he went back to his. When Harry passed Amanda on his way out, he gave her a little wink and nodded at her. Amanda packed her things quickly and followed him out of the library.
"Here," Harry said and gave her the cloak and his homework. "Thanks," she replied and put them in her bag. "Take good care of it; don't loose it and DON'T GET CAUGHT!" He looked at her with a serious look, and Amanda felt her heart jump. What if she got caught? Then the cloak would be the least of her problems. But she looked at Harry and tried to give him the most reassuring look she could. "I promise," she said.
Amanda watched Harry going back to Gryffindor tower, and waited until he was out of sight before she headed towards the dungeons. She went into the nearest bathroom. Even though she was allowed to, it would look kind of strange seeing a Gryffindor girl near the dungeons this late. She hid her bag in one of the stalls, pulled the cloak over herself, and went to look at herself in the mirror.
It was a weird experience to look in the mirror and see nothing. Not even a shadow, or a hint that someone was there. She removed the cloak carefully from her head, and saw her face appear out of thin air. She put the cloak over her head again, and stuck out her hands. It was hard to make the hands stick out without the rest of her upper-body showing too. Then she got an idea. She went to her bag and pulled out a roll of Spellotape. She taped the openings of the cloak from the inside, leaving two holes to put her hands through. Perfect! She was ready!
A/N: This is my first fanfic, and since English isn't my native language, I will be grateful to any tips on how to make my writing better :-)