Not as if I need to add another HP fanfic to this site, with so many already being here. This one starts out at the beginning of the sixth year, when everyone is alreaady at Hogwarts. There's a new Slytherin in town...
Enjoy.
p.s. I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, and if my text sounds a bit like the book, please don't sue me, I'm only trying to get to the point. It wouldn't make sense if I skipped the happenings in book 6.
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They had all just arrived, and the Great Hall looked a treat. Harry and Ron were gratefull to get out of the rain, and they quickly joined their fellow Gryffindors at the Gryffindor table.
They were just in time for the sorting. Professor McGonagall led a long line of scared looking first years, which happened to include one taller than most. Harry caught a glimpse of her as she walked by; from what Harry could see from her profile, she had inky, blue-black hair, pale skin and dark eyes, which were sweeping the great hall.
"That's the biggest first year I've ever seen," remarked Ron, who had also noticed the larger-than-normal first year.
"I know what you mean." agreed Harry. He watched as the girl, along with her fellow first years, stopped and formed a line around the sorting hat. As usual, the hat was placed on the head of every first year, and they were sorted into their respective houses.
"Maybe it's a teacher," suggested Hermione. This was unhelpful, thought Harry; all the teachers were present at the staff table and therefor accounted for.Hermione bit her lip once Harry pointed this out to her, and she said nothing more until the start-of-term feast was over.
"When I call your name, you will each come up one by one and place the sorting hat on your head, and it will tell you w here you belong" said McGonagall. (For copyright reassons, the author just really wants to get to the point of this story, so she got lazy and jumped to the point).
"Snape-Mahar, Saoirse!" called McGonagall.
The hall went silent, and Harry, Ron and Hermione gasped and automatically looked up at Snape. He wore the usual expression of loathing on his face, but his features were oddly softened when he watched the larger-than-most first year approach the stool. The girl, in turn looked at Snape, and sat on the stool.
"D'you think they're related?" asked Ron.
"I dunno," said Harry. He would never admit it, but the girl was quite a bit prettier than Snape.He seriously doubted they were related, and if they were, it must not be very close.
The girl's large, slightly tilted eyes swept the hall once more before the hat settled over her head. Harry noticed that her eyes were mismatched; what he had at first mistaken for dark eyes, was in facxt one dark, and one light. He had only seen the dark one because he had been looking at her from the side.
It seemed to take forever to decide, but then the hat shouted,
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table errupted in cheers, and Snape, Harry noticed, who usualy clapped the longest for new Slytherin's, did not clap for the girl at all.
She sat apart from the rest of her fellow classmates and merely sat looking bored and unaffected, but very gorgeously so, in Harry's opinion, whether she was or wasn't related to his least favorite teacher.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and addressed the hall. Ron, as usual, grabbed his utensils and prepared to eat, not taking in a word of Dumbledore's speech.
Not until they got the worst news ever.
"Professor Slughorn will be taking his old position of Potions Master, while Professor Snape will be taking Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore announced.
This announcement was met with a lot of mutinous mutterings in the hall, and Dumbledore clapped his hands for silence.
"Potions?" Hermione hissed.
"I thought you said he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Ron accused.
"I thought he was!" said Harry.
There was a lot of clapping at the Slytherin table at this announcement. Snape aknowledged it with a simple bow of his greasy head
The feast started, they ate, and when they went to bed, Harry had quite foirgotten the mysteriusly tall first year.