The Darkest Dark Abyss

Harry looked over his new surroundings. As a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he had many opportunities handed to him. Probably one of his favorites was the chance he had last year; his sixth year; to defeat the most evil wizard of all time-Lord Voldemort. But this year, Harry was looking forward to a new kind of adventure. When Dumbledore had approached him about a study abroad program the school was developing, Harry knew he needed to be involved. He had quickly forced his best friends Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco to sign up as well.
So here he was, with his four best friends, on the campus of the Salem Institute of Magic, the American version of Hogwarts. It seemed bigger to him, and less mystical. Instead of one giant castle, the Salem Institute was arranged much like a college campus, with several buildings centered around one main gathering hall. Harry felt overwhelmed. How would he ever find his way around here? "I would rather be facing old Moldy-Warts again, then to get lost in this place," Harry thought to himself.
"There should be a representative here to meet us," Professor Snape stated. He came along to supervise the Hogwarts students and offer his expertise in Potions brewing, as Salem's former Chemistry teacher ingested the wrong vial of medicine and was currently in the local wizard hospital St. Craigo's with a bad case of narcolepsy. "I don't think I need to remind you all that it is very important that you be on your best behavior. These Americans can be quite troublesome and I certainly don't want any of you taking part in their schemes."
"Well, you certainly have us pegged. Take it from one of those troublesome Americans, our lives may not be as sophisticated as yours over in England, but at least we know how to have fun," came a voice from behind them. Harry turned to see the most attractive woman standing behind them with a grin on her face from ear to ear. His emerald eyes stared at her, until she noticed his gaze and winked one of her fierce blue eyes at him, still grinning.
"Are you the Professor who is supposed to meet us," Hermione said, noticing that all of the men around her were occupied with staring.
"Yep, that's me. You can call me Miss. Williamson. Gabrielle Williamson. And that tall, dark haired skinny one must be Severus Snape. It's a pleasure to meet you."
TO BE CONTINUED...