Lauren Snape
Okay, guess what? I don't own these people. If I did, I would make Lupin the hero and make McGonagall a lot younger. Don't ask why. They belong to J.K. Rowling. If u like it, It'd be nice to email me. That's it. Oh, and I don't care if it sux. If u don't like Snape not being all bad or Lupin being cool, don't read it. :-P
The Great Hall of Hogwarts buzzed very much as it had during the sorting of Harry Potter. Only now, there were different comments being made.
"A transfer student, obviously. I'm positive she's seventeen!"
"I heard it was a boy. Looks like him, too," one student said, pointing towards Professor Snape, of Potions.
"It's so weird. He never had a kid, did he?"
"Not him, that's too gross."
"Shut up, the sorting's starting!" Hermione, the head girl in her seventh year, hissed at her friends Ron and Harry, who were debating whether Snape was human enough to have a child.
Professor McGonagall stepped up next to the Sorting Hat. "Abdalla, Lucinda!" The thin girl dropped the Sorting Hat on her head and became a "Hufflepuff!"
The ceremony continued, showing the small number of this year's class. It was only ten minutes until, "Snape, Lauren," was called. All eyes were fixed upon the tall seventh year. Her short black hair was a color match for Snape's, but without the same greasy look to it. She smiled boldly at the crowd, black eyes flashing. They paused for a moment on Harry, who was puzzling over Lauren's motives to wear such...gothic clothing in front of the entire school. Her oversized robe was untied, loosely covering a tight black shirt and black pants that fully emphasized her thin legs.
Professor McGonagall held out the hat for Lauren as she walked up to the chair. The hat settled on her head. Hmmmm, curious. You don't want to disappoint your uncle, I see. Well, you are fairly cunning. But you won't be happy in Slytherin. And the Professor will not accept you yet, even if you do enter his own house. By the way, Professor Lupin will be of great help to you this year. Don't be biased, nephew of Snape. Yes, you'll do excellent in GRIFFYNDOR!" shouted the hat at last. Lauren took it off shaking as she went towards the Gryffindor table.
The other student's looked at her in shock. By now the news that Lauren was Snape's niece was out. But how could a relative of Snape be a Griffyndor? The sorting ended with "Zain, Praful," becoming a Slytherin.
The student's looked hungrily at their plates, waiting for the beginning banquet.
Professor Dumbledore looked at them and stood, "Before we fill our ravenous appetites, I have some start of term information. Firstly, Professor McGonagall will be retiring as head of Griffyndor House. Now, don't groan at me like that. She'll be staying on, as headmistress. We have decided the job has grown too much for one headmaster to handle," he said, eyes flicking towards Harry. Last year, Harry had defeated Voldemort's minions, the jellies, and left the school covered with a dangerous magical substance that took months to remove.
"The new head of Griffyndor will be Professor Lupin, teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Most of you have heard that over the last three year, Professor Lupin had found a cure for werewolves. Lastly, we have a new seventh year in our school. Lauren Snape has recently transferred from Sunclove, a magical school in America. With that parting word, let's dine!"
The golden plates filled with every food imaginable. Ignoring the looks she was receiving from everyone, including Snape, Lauren said in amazement, "That's a lot of food. A lot of food."
"So, Lauren, is Professor Snape really your uncle?" Neville asked.
"Yes. He's from my mother's side. I've lived with him for about 9 months now," Lauren said.(AN:Okay, I know that's messed up, why didn't she enroll in Hogwarts before, what did she do for the last 9 months, just except it.Okay?)
"Why are you living with him?" Seamus asked in disgust. Ginny elbowed him.
"He's my uncle. He's not that bad. And my parents are, they're, dead. It was a boating accident. Well, Severus calls it an accident," Lauren said sadly.
"What do you mean, 'calls it an accident'?" Seamus prompted.
Another elbow entered Seamus' stomach as Lauren's mouth quivered. She looked at the plate of steak and kidney pie and asked, "What is that stuff, anyway?"
The other Gryffindors gave each other confused looks. Lauren turned her head to stare at the teacher's table. There's Hagrid, McGonagall, Dumbledore, the short one must be Flitwick, Hooch, Hm, she thought. "Who's that?" Lauren asked. "Next to Madame Hooch? With the...wolf eyes."
"That's Professor Lupin. Good thing he's back too. Another year of Professor String and I'd have pulled my hair out," Harry said absently.
"Professor Lupin," Lauren whispered to herself. The sorting hat's words echoed in her brain. By the way, Professor Lupin will be of great help to you this year.
Okay, guess what? I don't own these people. If I did, I would make Lupin the hero and make McGonagall a lot younger. Don't ask why. They belong to J.K. Rowling. If u like it, It'd be nice to email me. That's it. Oh, and I don't care if it sux. If u don't like Snape not being all bad or Lupin being cool, don't read it. :-P
The Great Hall of Hogwarts buzzed very much as it had during the sorting of Harry Potter. Only now, there were different comments being made.
"A transfer student, obviously. I'm positive she's seventeen!"
"I heard it was a boy. Looks like him, too," one student said, pointing towards Professor Snape, of Potions.
"It's so weird. He never had a kid, did he?"
"Not him, that's too gross."
"Shut up, the sorting's starting!" Hermione, the head girl in her seventh year, hissed at her friends Ron and Harry, who were debating whether Snape was human enough to have a child.
Professor McGonagall stepped up next to the Sorting Hat. "Abdalla, Lucinda!" The thin girl dropped the Sorting Hat on her head and became a "Hufflepuff!"
The ceremony continued, showing the small number of this year's class. It was only ten minutes until, "Snape, Lauren," was called. All eyes were fixed upon the tall seventh year. Her short black hair was a color match for Snape's, but without the same greasy look to it. She smiled boldly at the crowd, black eyes flashing. They paused for a moment on Harry, who was puzzling over Lauren's motives to wear such...gothic clothing in front of the entire school. Her oversized robe was untied, loosely covering a tight black shirt and black pants that fully emphasized her thin legs.
Professor McGonagall held out the hat for Lauren as she walked up to the chair. The hat settled on her head. Hmmmm, curious. You don't want to disappoint your uncle, I see. Well, you are fairly cunning. But you won't be happy in Slytherin. And the Professor will not accept you yet, even if you do enter his own house. By the way, Professor Lupin will be of great help to you this year. Don't be biased, nephew of Snape. Yes, you'll do excellent in GRIFFYNDOR!" shouted the hat at last. Lauren took it off shaking as she went towards the Gryffindor table.
The other student's looked at her in shock. By now the news that Lauren was Snape's niece was out. But how could a relative of Snape be a Griffyndor? The sorting ended with "Zain, Praful," becoming a Slytherin.
The student's looked hungrily at their plates, waiting for the beginning banquet.
Professor Dumbledore looked at them and stood, "Before we fill our ravenous appetites, I have some start of term information. Firstly, Professor McGonagall will be retiring as head of Griffyndor House. Now, don't groan at me like that. She'll be staying on, as headmistress. We have decided the job has grown too much for one headmaster to handle," he said, eyes flicking towards Harry. Last year, Harry had defeated Voldemort's minions, the jellies, and left the school covered with a dangerous magical substance that took months to remove.
"The new head of Griffyndor will be Professor Lupin, teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Most of you have heard that over the last three year, Professor Lupin had found a cure for werewolves. Lastly, we have a new seventh year in our school. Lauren Snape has recently transferred from Sunclove, a magical school in America. With that parting word, let's dine!"
The golden plates filled with every food imaginable. Ignoring the looks she was receiving from everyone, including Snape, Lauren said in amazement, "That's a lot of food. A lot of food."
"So, Lauren, is Professor Snape really your uncle?" Neville asked.
"Yes. He's from my mother's side. I've lived with him for about 9 months now," Lauren said.(AN:Okay, I know that's messed up, why didn't she enroll in Hogwarts before, what did she do for the last 9 months, just except it.Okay?)
"Why are you living with him?" Seamus asked in disgust. Ginny elbowed him.
"He's my uncle. He's not that bad. And my parents are, they're, dead. It was a boating accident. Well, Severus calls it an accident," Lauren said sadly.
"What do you mean, 'calls it an accident'?" Seamus prompted.
Another elbow entered Seamus' stomach as Lauren's mouth quivered. She looked at the plate of steak and kidney pie and asked, "What is that stuff, anyway?"
The other Gryffindors gave each other confused looks. Lauren turned her head to stare at the teacher's table. There's Hagrid, McGonagall, Dumbledore, the short one must be Flitwick, Hooch, Hm, she thought. "Who's that?" Lauren asked. "Next to Madame Hooch? With the...wolf eyes."
"That's Professor Lupin. Good thing he's back too. Another year of Professor String and I'd have pulled my hair out," Harry said absently.
"Professor Lupin," Lauren whispered to herself. The sorting hat's words echoed in her brain. By the way, Professor Lupin will be of great help to you this year.
