Professor Sarah Snape sat at the staff table in the Great Hall,
lifting her goblet of blood red wine to her lips as the first years flowed
in to be sorted. She closed her blue eyes and smiled, remembering her own
sorting ceremony, the adrenaline rush she had felt. She had made quick
friends with Ginny Weasly on the boats, and had been horribly disappointed
when Ginny went to Gryffindor, and she had gone to Slytherin. She never
mentioned her after that, and only saw her when she was with Ginny's
brother. Sarah set the glass back down and traced her finger over the rim.
Sometimes as a girl she had wished she were a Gryffindor. It would've made
her cousin Hermione happy anyway. But in the long run things turned out for
the best; if she hadn't been a Slytherin, she probably would've never been
adopted by the man she now called her father. She nodded as she licked the
wine off her finger.
"What are yeh thinking about?" Professor Reen DeLanc prodded Sarah's arm and raised her eyebrows, breaking Sarah out of her trance.
"Nothing. Just watching the kids come in…" She raised her eyes towards the doors and began to actually watch the children walk in, a few in particular catching her eye. "Look, there's Potter's kids." She pointed with her goblet so that Reen could see.
Reen frowned. "Cho didn't even invite me to the wedding or anything…"
Sarah paused. She had been invited to the wedding, but by Harry not Cho. Although she refused to sit with her cousin or Ronald Weasly. Her and Ron didn't exactly get along too well. She shook her head. This was a happy time, and she didn't need to be thinking of depressing topics. "Do you know their names? They're twins, see? James and Monica."
Reen nodded her head. "They both look like Cho. James has Harry's eyes though." She ran her fingers through her spiky blonde hair as Sarah nodded in agreement. She sipped her wine again and looked back towards the doors.
A young girl with fiery red hair walk through the doors and Sarah's heart fell. It was unmistakable who it was. She turned her head away, her eyes watering. Reen placed her hand on her shoulder. "What is it? Who is it?" She grabbed Sarah's other shoulder and turned her in her chair so she was facing her. "It's his daughter isn't it?"
Sarah nodded bitterly and looked up "Yes, I think her name is Jessica, after her mother. Harry informed me of her a few weeks after she was born." She scoffed and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robes, shaking Reen off. "It was a long time ago, I shouldn't be crying."
Reen nodded and snickered. "I wouldn't think they'd be able to afford Hogwarts, he's got them barely living in a cardboard box. I heard his wife doesn't have a job either." She shook her head and laughed, sipping her wine deeply.
Sarah shook her head. "No. His wife died a few years ago." Reen stopped laughing and blushed, setting her glass down. "Oh. Right, stupid me."
The children were all in the hallway now, and Dumbledore stood, tapping his glass with his wand. A silence filled the room, although a few of the kids were still gaping at the huge ceiling overhead. A young boy with blonde hair waved at Sarah quickly, his pale skin making him look even more like his father. Sarah raised her finger to her lips and nodded towards Dumbledore. The boy grew quiet again and Sarah smiled to herself. Malfoy's son was sure to be in her house.
After Dumbledore's speech the children were sorted. Potter and Weasly's children were both in Gryffindor, and Malfoy's son was in Slytherin. Hermione's daughter Jamie was in Gryffindor as well, much to her disappointment. The ceremony ended late into the night, and Sarah and Reen headed off to their quarters, which they had insisted, be near each other's. The two had been best friends since they had gone to the school, and didn't plan on changing it. Sarah told Reen goodnight and slipped into her own room.
She sat on her bed brushing her hair, wondering what her fiancee' was doing at the moment. He was back home in Ireland, for what reason Sarah couldn't really remember. She set the green brush down and began playing with her ring. The two of them had had the rings since Sarah was 12 and he was 14, although they had changed the fingers they wore them on over the years. Now it was on her left ring finger, and she was hoping it would stay that way. She looked at her head of house badge resting on her nightstand, the same one her father had wore for so many years, the same one he had given to her just a few months ago. She curled up under the covers and shut her eyes, wondering how on earth she'd ever fill his shoes.
"What are yeh thinking about?" Professor Reen DeLanc prodded Sarah's arm and raised her eyebrows, breaking Sarah out of her trance.
"Nothing. Just watching the kids come in…" She raised her eyes towards the doors and began to actually watch the children walk in, a few in particular catching her eye. "Look, there's Potter's kids." She pointed with her goblet so that Reen could see.
Reen frowned. "Cho didn't even invite me to the wedding or anything…"
Sarah paused. She had been invited to the wedding, but by Harry not Cho. Although she refused to sit with her cousin or Ronald Weasly. Her and Ron didn't exactly get along too well. She shook her head. This was a happy time, and she didn't need to be thinking of depressing topics. "Do you know their names? They're twins, see? James and Monica."
Reen nodded her head. "They both look like Cho. James has Harry's eyes though." She ran her fingers through her spiky blonde hair as Sarah nodded in agreement. She sipped her wine again and looked back towards the doors.
A young girl with fiery red hair walk through the doors and Sarah's heart fell. It was unmistakable who it was. She turned her head away, her eyes watering. Reen placed her hand on her shoulder. "What is it? Who is it?" She grabbed Sarah's other shoulder and turned her in her chair so she was facing her. "It's his daughter isn't it?"
Sarah nodded bitterly and looked up "Yes, I think her name is Jessica, after her mother. Harry informed me of her a few weeks after she was born." She scoffed and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robes, shaking Reen off. "It was a long time ago, I shouldn't be crying."
Reen nodded and snickered. "I wouldn't think they'd be able to afford Hogwarts, he's got them barely living in a cardboard box. I heard his wife doesn't have a job either." She shook her head and laughed, sipping her wine deeply.
Sarah shook her head. "No. His wife died a few years ago." Reen stopped laughing and blushed, setting her glass down. "Oh. Right, stupid me."
The children were all in the hallway now, and Dumbledore stood, tapping his glass with his wand. A silence filled the room, although a few of the kids were still gaping at the huge ceiling overhead. A young boy with blonde hair waved at Sarah quickly, his pale skin making him look even more like his father. Sarah raised her finger to her lips and nodded towards Dumbledore. The boy grew quiet again and Sarah smiled to herself. Malfoy's son was sure to be in her house.
After Dumbledore's speech the children were sorted. Potter and Weasly's children were both in Gryffindor, and Malfoy's son was in Slytherin. Hermione's daughter Jamie was in Gryffindor as well, much to her disappointment. The ceremony ended late into the night, and Sarah and Reen headed off to their quarters, which they had insisted, be near each other's. The two had been best friends since they had gone to the school, and didn't plan on changing it. Sarah told Reen goodnight and slipped into her own room.
She sat on her bed brushing her hair, wondering what her fiancee' was doing at the moment. He was back home in Ireland, for what reason Sarah couldn't really remember. She set the green brush down and began playing with her ring. The two of them had had the rings since Sarah was 12 and he was 14, although they had changed the fingers they wore them on over the years. Now it was on her left ring finger, and she was hoping it would stay that way. She looked at her head of house badge resting on her nightstand, the same one her father had wore for so many years, the same one he had given to her just a few months ago. She curled up under the covers and shut her eyes, wondering how on earth she'd ever fill his shoes.