Snake's Child
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Chapter 2
Diagon Alley - 1991
Severus and Damian visited Diagon Alley to buy Damian's school supplies. After much convincing from Lucius and Narcissa, Severus decided to allow Damian to attend Hogwarts.
After exiting Gringotts, the father-son duo headed towards the other shops. Damian chose a beautiful snowy owl as his pet—much to Severus's annoyance. He thought a snake would be better for Damian.
"Take this money and buy yourself a wand, books and robes. Don't waste money on stupid things like Quidditch supplies. I'm going to buy some potion ingredients," Severus instructed. Damian just nodded.
On his way to Ollivanders, Damian bumped into something, or rather, someone. He looked up to see a huge man staring down at him
"Ah 'ello young Damian," the man greeted, jovially.
"Hello, Mr Hagrid," Damian greeted back.
"Buying your Hogwarts supplies, I see. You know, Hogwarts is the best Wizarding school in the world," Hagrid told Damian.
"My father thinks otherwise," Damian said sarcastically.
"So where's Professor Snape?" Hagrid asked with a frown.
"Buying potion ingredients as always," Damian muttered. Hagrid ruffled Damian's hair and left.
When Damian exited the wand shop, Mr Ollivander's words were echoing in his mind.
"This wand is very special. You see only two wand were made of this core. One is in your hand. The other belonged to You-know-who". Damian's eyes went wide after hearing Mr Ollivanders' declaration. Damian decided that he wouldn't say a word to his father about the wand.
September 1st - 1991
Platform 9 ¾ was crowded like it was every year. Damian was with the Malfoys because his father had left early for Hogwarts. He looked around. He saw a chubby looking boy getting scolded by an old woman. Damian guessed that she was the boy's grandmother. He also saw a family of redheads, consisting of four boys, a girl and their parents. Damian noticed Uncle
Lucius and Aunt Narcissa were looking at the redheads hatefully.
On the train, Damian deliberately chose to not sit with Draco and his pratty friends, no matter what his father would say. Damian had spent most of his childhood switching between Malfoy manor and Hogwarts. Although Draco and Damian were god brothers, Damian hated Draco's snobbish antics. Damian was lost in his thoughts when a lanky boy entered.
"Excuse me; can I sit here? Other compartments are full," the boy stated.
"Yeah, sure," Damian encouraged. The other boy sat opposite him. He had ginger hair, blue eyes and freckles.
"Hi I'm Ron Weasley," said the redhead, shaking hands with Damian
"I'm Damian Snape," Damian replied
"Snape? Hmm I think, I've heard that surname before," said Ron.
"I saw you on the platform with your family. You know, you're really lucky to have three brothers and a sister. I hate being an only child," Damian told Ron, who didn't look happy.
"I don't have three brothers; I have five. The oldest two, Bill and Charlie, have graduated from Hogwarts. Bill was the head boy and Charlie was the Quidditch captain. Percy is a Prefect. Although the twins are troublemakers, they're good in their studies. So how many people are there in your family?" asked Ron, forgetting his rant.
"Uh, just me and my father."
"What about your mother?" asked Ron. Damian's face fell after hearing Ron's question.
"She died when I was a baby. I don't have a single picture of her," said Damian sadly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry mate. Hey, do you want to see something?" asked Ron, trying to lighten other boy's mood. He put his hand in his pocket producing a brown coloured rat, which was sleeping.
"This is Scabbers, my rat. Actually he was my brother, Percy's rat. When Percy became a prefect, he got a new owl and I got Scabbers. You know he's been in our family for twelve years," Ron told Damian whose eyes were huge with shock.
"Don't you think twelve years is quite a long time for a rat to stay alive? They usually don't live for a long time," Damian told Ron who just shrugged. Just then, the compartment door banged open and in entered a very pissed-off Draco Malfoy. He was accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Damian, what you doing here with Weasley?" asked Draco, sneering at Ron.
"Oh, hi Draco," Damian grumbled
"You know Malfoy?" Ron asked, looking at Damian questioningly, who muttered "unfortunately" under his breath.
"What are you doing here with this loser? You should sit with people of your class. Come on, let's go," said Draco.
"For Merlin's sake Draco, stop acting like a prat and go away. You can't tell me who I should or shouldn't talk to," Damian told Draco, who stormed out of the compartment angrily.
"Hey mate, how do you know Malfoy?"
"We're god brothers," Damian said with a sigh
"Bloody hell!" Ron swore loudly.
Ron and Damian were busy eating sweets when the compartment door opened again and a bushy hair girl entered.
"Excuse me; have you seen a toad here? A boy named Neville just lost one. Oh, where are my manners? Hello, I'm Hermione Granger and you are?" Hermione asked.
"Won Weasley" Ron said through a mouth full of chocolate.
Hermione grimaced. "You know, you shouldn't talk whilst eating," she scolded Ron, who ignored her and kept eating. Hermione sat beside Damian. After Damian's introduction, Hermione started to talk again.
"I'm very excited about Hogwarts. My parents are Muggles, Muggle dentists. So which house are you both hoping to get sorted into? I heard that there are four houses in Hogwarts," Hermione stated.
"Obviously Gryffindor. My family has always in Gryffindor," Ron stated plainly.
"I'm hoping for Slytherin," said Damian.
"Are you insane, mate? Slytherins are evil!" Ron exclaimed.
"No, they aren't," Damian said defensively.
"Yes, they are. Most of the dark wizards are from Slytherin. For instance, the Malfoys. Members of Malfoy family have been in Slytherin for centuries. Not to forget You-know-who was a Slytherin as well," Ron said.
"That proves nothing. Merlin himself was in Slytherin," Damian argued back.
"You know both of you are being ridiculous," Hermione chided. Again, the compartment door opened and a chubby boy entered. He looked at Hermione and asked shyly:
"Hermione, did you find Trevor?"
"Oh, Neville. Sorry I forgot about you. Damian, Ron, this is Neville Longbottom," Hermione
introduced.
When the first years reached the Great Hall, everyone was in awe. Damian immediately saw his father on the head table. Severus just nodded in assurance, which relieved Damian.
"Alright, first years! I'm going to call your name one by one. The Sorting Hat will be placed on your head and it will sort you into your respective houses," explained a stern looking woman.
"I'll kill those buggers. They told me we had to fight a giant squid in order to get sorted," Ron muttered.
"Abbott, Hannah!" called the professor.
To Damian's surprise, both Hermione and Neville got sorted in Gryffindor. He had thought that Hermione would be better for Ravenclaw and Neville showed many Hufflepuff traits. Damian wasn't surprised when Draco got sorted into Slytherin. Soon it was his turn.
"Snape, Damian!" All eyes fell on Damian. Students started to whisper:
"Look, that's Snape's son."
"I never thought that Snape would have a son."
"I never thought that Snape was even capable of having children. Greasy bastard."
Damian ignored the voices and sat on the stool. After sometime the professor, McGonagall, placed the hat on his head.
"Ah, another Snape I see. But you're very different from your father. Ambitious, just like him. There's a thirst to prove yourself."
"Slytherin, please Slytherin," muttered Damian.
"You have the qualities for Slytherin but there are other qualities too. Plenty of courage and a good mind. You possess a good heart as well, which are traits that belong to other houses "
"Please, put me in Slytherin," Damian told the hat again.
"Slytherin would be good for you but I think it would be better if you were a…
"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.
The whole great hall went deathly quiet. Damian looked at Draco who was glaring daggers at him. Then he looked at his father whose expression was blank. He quickly removed the hat and ran towards the Gryffindor table.
Severus couldn't believe his eyes. His child, his Damian had been sorted in Gryffindor. His son was a Gryffindor. Just like Potter, bloody fucking Potter.