I only own Jonathan
Jonathan Snape sighed as he waited for his father outside of the train station in Hogsmede.
His mother had passed away recently and had said in her will that if something happened to her, that he would go to his father, Severus Snape.
Now, he is waiting for his father to pick him up.
"Jonathan," a baritone voice called out.
Jonathan looked up and saw his father walking towards him. He got up and hugged him.
"How was your trip?" Snape asked.
"Fine," Jonathan answered, his Spanish accent thick.
Snape smiled at him and grabbed his son's stuff.
"Students will arrive in a few hours so you'll be able to walk around the castle for a little bit," said Snape as they walked up to the castle.
"Ok," said Jonathan.
In about ten minutes, they arrived at the castle. Snape showed him his room in his own quarters before taking him up to Dumbledore's office.
"Ahh, I'm assuming this young Jonathan, is it not Severus?" Dumbledore said as Snape and Jonathan enter.
"Yes," said Snape.
"Hello Jonathan," said Dumbledore, sticking his hand out, "please to meet you. I'm Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts."
"Hola Professor," said Jonathan, shaking his new headmaster's hand.
After that, Snape and Dumbledore started talking. Not really caring, Jonathan tuned them out and thought about his mother. He missed her terribly. He missed her nagging about cutting his hair. He missed the times they would sit in the living room and he would listen to her stories. He missed everything about his home and life in Spain.
"Jonathan," said Snape, getting the 15 year old's attention. "Come here please."
He went over to his father and teacher and saw that Dumbledore held an old hat. He sat down in the chair.
"We're going to sort you now instead of later," said Dumbledore, placing the hat on Jonathan's head.
"Hello there," said a voice.
Jonathan jumped in surprise.
"You can talk?"
"Yep," said the hat. "Now, where to put you?"
The hat was silent for a little bit before talking again.
"You are perfect for GRYFFINDOR!"