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Author's Note: It seems I've not found a fan of my other story. I've stopped writing in fear no one will ever read any other works that I plan to write. Like other writers, I am not using cannon, as that would be a fool's task. I am, however, adding characters, changing relationships, changing The Boy Who Lived, and a few other lovely tidbits.


Prologue

Young Severus Snape, the second of that name, stared at his father in the mirror. The older black haired wizard smiled confidently. They both heard the younger Snape children running about.

"This is my first year, pa. What if no one likes me?" The eleven year old asked. The Man looked down at his firstborn son.

"Nonsense. You're a Snape, a Prince, and a Black. They'll love you no matter what house they sort you into." The older man kissed the boys head. Severus Snape Sr. had never been happier. He had fallen in love with the wrong woman, only to be rescued by another. He held his son's hand, and they left the bathroom.

"Bellatrix, tell Junior here about school." The older Severus called to his raven haired wife. The curly haired woman turned, a smile on her face and a black haired baby on her hip.

"Those were the best years of our lives. Your Uncle Lucius and Aunt Cissy fell in love there, as did your daddy and I. You'll be in school with Draco. Stop fretting." She combed her son's hair softly.


Draco grabbed his cousin's hand, a common occurrence between the two. They could achieve anything together, and they knew it.

"It's ok, Sev. We'll be sorted into Slytherin. That's your Daddy's house, as well as our family's house." Draco assured his cousin. The young black haired boy grinned at the blonde.

"You're right, Draco." Severus smiled at his cousin as they boarded the train.


Draco and Severus, realizing that holding hands was considered childish, walked next to each other. They kept silent, walking up towards the giant, until a shaggy headed boy bumped into them.

"Excuse you! Do you know who I am?" The boy demanded. Draco looked to his cousin, who seemed oblivious.

"You're Harry Potter. Heir to the Potter's. This is Severus Snape, son of the Potion's master, heir to the Prince's, Snape's and Black's. And I? I am Draco Malfoy, Heir of Lucius Malfoy. Perhaps you've heard of us?" Draco sneered. He had always been friendly to everyone, but the Potter boy got on his nerves. Potter looked down on Severus.

"Ah. Snivellus Junior. Mum's told me all about your father." Potter snickered. Severus straightened his back.

"Ah. And my mum's told me all about your mother." Severus turned his back to the boy and pulled his cousin along.

"Coward." Potter called. Severus just kept walking.


The sorting had started. Severus stood next to Draco, his palm sweating as his nerves rose. He looked up at his Father who was beaming with pride. The younger boy quickly wiped his palms.

"Draco Malfoy." A woman, Professor McGonagall, called out. The blonde quickly walked up to the hat.

"Slytherin!" The hat called, barely touching his cousins head. Draco smiled, reassured.

"Hermione Granger." The woman rang out. A small mousey girl attentively walked forward. He stared at the girl.

"Slytherin." The hat reiterated. Severus looked towards his cousin. He longed for his name to be called.

"Ronald Weasley." A red headed boy stepped forward. Severus could see the boy's hand me down robes.

"Gryffindor!" The hat crowed. Severus inaudibly sighed in relief.

"Harry Potter." The nasty boy from earlier sat in the stool. After what seemed like hours, the boy was about ready to walk away.

"Gryffindor!" Severus muffled a cheer.

"Severus Snape." A couple of students snickered, but not out of disrespect. They assumed the woman was calling for the Potion's Master. Severus walked forward. He gingerly placed the hat on his head.

'Slytherin.' He thought. 'Let me make my family proud.'

'Slytherin, eh?' The hat spoke in his head. 'You've got the starts to make a Great wizard, young man.'

"Slytherin!" The hat called. He softly put the hat down, and walked to sit with his cousin. They shared a quiet high five.

"Neville Longbottom." The last boy sat on the stool. The room was dead silent. Severus cast his first glance on the Boy Who Lived. Absentmindedly, the boy put the hat on his head.

"Gryffindor!" Longbottom jumped up with the hat and headed to the table, but turned quickly. Turning bright red, he placed the hat back on the stool.


Author's Note: This is what I have for now. PLEASE review!