Full summary: Lord Voldemort had properly died the first time around, not to return. Harry had lived, and so did Lilly, so he never had to live without both parents. But coming up on the start of the Golden Trio's first year at Hogwarts, the castle was changing, preparing for someone all powerful, someone who had the ability to become darker then The Dark Lord himself, or could become the best wizard the Slytherin house, or any house for that matter, had experienced. This Witch would change the feelings of many, and maybe even get tangled up on the wrong side of things. Love might spring up, but so might intense hatred. *Almost nothing will go as it did in the books as Moldy Voldy died the first time*
Snape's POV
The beginning of term was quickly coming, and something beyond the potter boy attending Hogwarts was going on, but i can't quite put my finger on it. Something seems different about this year, something life changing, something that even Dumbledore could feel. There seemed to be something magical in the air, something beyond the basic powers of a wizard. The castle had also changed slowly over the last 2 weeks, especially near the Slytherin dorms.
I noticed it the very first day. Outside of the common room entrance there was a new door that led to a beautiful room that was clearly meant for a 11 year old girl. But who is powerful enough to require a room to themselves? The castle hadn't done something like this in generations, especially not for a Slytherin. The castle knows someone powerful is coming, but no wizard in the community has exhibited enough strength to get their own room, at least not to my knowledge. Dumbledore and myself seem to be the only ones able to see the room, which means that the castle knows they will need to be well protected, and require as much privacy as possible…
The next few days went by quickly, and suddenly it was August 31st, my last day of peace and quiet. I still had been unable to figure out the mystery of the room, but slowly the rest of the castle began preparing for what must be the same girl. Practice rooms sprung up all over the castle, again only visible to Dumbledore and myself. The other teachers also found that they had a class time set aside for a single student, even though no name was listed. They had also found that they suddenly had highly advanced textbooks for a single student on their shelves. The teachers were all in complete puzzlement by now because they knew none of the older students had signed up for private lessons, which you couldn't do until 7th grade, when you were of age.
All they knew was that someone powerful would show up tomorrow, but no-one knew whether they would be older or younger. They had no way to tell, and the strong student hadn't been discovered yet, and while they all knew that they would be sorted into slytherin, they had no clue gender of this child besides Dumbledore and myself. They were all left in complete wonderment, the castle had never welcomed a student in such a way. It had never made sure that the teachers had books and a special time for a single student. The castle had never, in our lifetimes, set aside a room and set up practice rooms that only 2 people could see.
The Hogwarts train arrived right on time as usual, but no-one seemed all powerful yet, even though everyone wasn't off of the train. But being a teacher, I couldn't stay at the train station for long because I had to go back to the castle for the Welcoming Dinner and the induction of the first years. This was going to be another frustrating year. I have yet another Weasley, and Potter's son starts this year. Both will probably be Gryffindor if they are anything like their parents, or in the Weasley's case- siblings. And also on the list of first years was Longbottom, the kid who can barely do anything, it was a surprise that Dumbledore even let him attend Hogwarts. Everything points to him being a horrid wizard.
Back in the castle everyone second year and up began to filter into the Great Hall, bringing with them a cacophony of noise. McGonagall would lead the first years from the Black Lake into the castle and up the aisle as she was the deputy headmistress, and she could handle a group of kids better than the other 2 heads of houses. We quickly got the rest of the Hall to be quiet, and the timid first years were lead up between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, with a huge round of applause from all of the students. When the students quieted back down, McGonagall brought the hat from behind the staff table and set it on the stool, and it quickly began its song.
The Powerful one has arrive here
To bring good,
Or to bring bad,
Only time shall tell
To bring greatness
Or to bring disaster
Only time shall tell
The houses to unite,
Under a common cause
To bring Hogwarts
To a time of great power
Great love
And great unity
All houses under 1 cause
The Slytherins
Leading the pack
Knowing how to get stuff done,
Without caring how
The Ravenclaws
2nd in command
Making sure planes get carried planned
To the best of their abilities
Next
The brave Gryffindors
Helping to exact the planes
To be brave where they stand
Lastly
The Hufflepuffs
Sharing what they know
Showing that they are just as good as the rest
Bringing ideas and food to help
These 4 houses must unite
To bring power
To bring love
To bring unity
To the halls of Hogwarts
The students all sat in silence, pondering what the hat had just said, pondering what it meant, as did all of us teachers. For the hat to list the houses in order would mean that great danger would come.
Minerva quickly grabbed the list, as silence such as this was never good. She went through, one by one, the Weasley and potter boy both going out Gryffindor, Malfoy of course Slytherin. Finally there was only one student left.
One student
That radiated power
More power then was in the rest of the room
She is the one
But none know her name
Minerva quickly ran back up front, straight out Dumbledore and myself.
"Albus," she whispered. "This girl… she isn't on the list"
"Well go ask her what her name is. She obviously is supposed to be here if she got a letter!" spoke Dumbledore
"But Albus. Why is her name not on the list if you sent her a letter" Minerva quickly whispered back
"Minerva. By now you of all people should realize that the castle often does as it pleases. Which includes sending letters." With that, Minerva walked up to the small girl, and by now all of the students could feel her power.
"Darling, " spoke Minerva to the child. "I need your name, it seems to be missing from the list.
"Anabella Dumbledore," spoke the child, with authority. My jaw just about hit the table, and I quickly spun to Dumbledore.
"W-w-who?" spoke Dumbledore, obviously unsure of what was just said, and looking like he had seen a ghost.
"Anabella Dumbledore sir, now may we please get this going? I'm hungry and impatient. And it never ends well." spoke Anabella, a beautiful child with light brown hair and sparkling eyes. Eyes that looked like Dumbledore's.
"Y-y-yes. Of course child." said Dumbledore, still obviously unsure of himself, but attempting to pull himself together. He waved Minerva to continue on. For once, the hat spoke out loud, but only Dumbledore, Anabella, and myself seemed to hear it, as no one else looked alarmed.
"This child, professors, is the one to watch out for. She will either bring great good or great evil. She has the brain of a Ravenclaw, the love of a Hufflepuff, the bravery of a Gryffindor, but most importantly, the everything of a Slytherin. She will, as you have noticed, be in Slytherin. Her classes are set up so she only has classes privately until we can tell just how powerful she is. We will need to steer her towards greatness, and prevent her from beginning a path of evil." the sound in the room returned to normal before any of us could say anything. "Slytherin!" finished the hat, and the Slytherin table broke out in to applause. After Anabella found her seat, Albus stood up.
"Let the feast begin!" he said to the students, and with the the noise returned to the usual level, annoying. I couldn't help but notice that the child sat by herself at the end of the Slytherin table and was pondering what the hat said.