The Potter's
So, I don't own Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Narnia...Damn.
Thank to those who have followed, favored and/or reviewed.
I'm sorry for not updating sooner.
Previously...
Peter laughed at this as they continue on their way. As though he had been hit with a brick, Peter stopped laughing and he looked at Caspian. Did he know this boy? For some reason, he felt like he did, but he didn't know how. He didn't have any friends other than his siblings, and the school he had previously gone to before going into hiding with his family had been a muggle school. Peter wondered if Caspian felt similar, but he decided against asking.
If only he had known that Caspian had similar thoughts.
1 September, 1986
There were a million reasons as to why Susan Potter was not ready to go to Hogwarts, despite having everything already packed away in her trunk.
Peter was seen working on his History of Magic essay, despite the fact that they are going to Hogwarts today.
Edmund was reading a book and not getting his bloody shoes on.
Lucy and Harry...Wait, where were they?
"Honestly," Susan said as she went from one area of the room to another in a matter of seconds. "You lot are going to send me into an early grave!"
"We're not even bothering you, Sue," Edmund pointed out, frowning at his older sister.
"Exactly!" Susan said as she checked to make sure her trunk was properly closed. Again. "I feel like there are a million things I'm forgetting, but I don't know what."
"I know one thing that you're missing, Susan," Edmund says with a wryly smirk as he looks at her.
"Tell me."
"Your mind."
"Very funny, Edmund."
"I try."
"Get your shoes on."
"Yes, Mum."
"Edmund!"
Neither notice Peter slipping out of the room, knowing that his sister would eventually turn her bossy attention on him next.
Peter's friend and fellow housemate, Caspian Lestrange was seen in an empty compartment when Susan and her brother entered.
"Caspian," Peter said with a grin as he and his sister entered. "This is Susan, my sister."
Caspian looked at Susan with a slight smile on his face as he bowed his head at her. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Miss. Potter. I hope you know that you are a far more friendly face to see in comparison to your brother here."
Peter glared at his friend while Susan lightly blushed. Caspian only grinned at the sight of the two Potters.
Something didn't feel right with Susan. It didn't take long for Susan to feel as though she has met Caspian before, despite only just meeting him now. Sure, Peter sometimes spoke about his best friend, but Susan didn't really know anything about him. Why does it feel like she's seen his face before? Or at least a face that was different but not so different at all?
Susan watches as Peter and Caspian talk back and forth about their summer. She pretended not to notice the quick glances that Caspian gave her. Does he recognize, but not remember her too?
"So, how did your family react to seeing you after getting off of the train?" Peter asked his friend with a grin. Susan notes that he has their father's grin. She didn't know if that was a good thing or not since their father was known for having a mischevious grin.
"Oh, they weren't happy about it at all," Caspian said as he laughed. He then looked at Susan. "I was still wearing my Hogwarts uniform and I only did that because my Aunt Narcissa sent a howler simply because I was sorted into Gryffindor," Caspian mentioned. "I'm honestly surprised they didn't kick me out of the house."
Susan saw her brother at the Gryffindor table. He sent her an encouraging smile, which made her feel less anxious about her sorting.
"Potter, Susan!"
Just like the previous year, whispers broke out amongst the student body.
"This one's a girl!"
"She's got red hair like her brother."
"She's really pretty..."
The Sorting Hat fell on Susan's head.
"Another one I see," Susan hears.
"Very different though. Yes, more practical, but bossy at times."
"That wasn't very nice."
"My apologies," the Hat says, though Susan has reasons to believe otherwise. "Quite intelligent and responsible. You have a fierce but gentle mind. I know your house, Your Highness..."
"What did you-
"RAVENCLAW!"
2 September, 1986
Severus Snape scowled when he saw which classes he was teaching first today. First-year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. He briefly remembered Susan Potter's sorting, as well as her brother's the previous year.
Despite his displeasure over teaching James Potter's two brats, he was painfully reminded of Lily every time he looked at the two. The red hair certainly didn't help. He hadn't gotten a good look at Susan Potter last night, he had been too preoccupied with not looking at the girl, knowing that she may look more like her mother than her older brother.
He watched as the novice Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's made their way into his classroom. He scowled at the mere sight of them. How many explosions would he have to deal with today?
It didn't take Snape long to notice Susan Potter amongst the colors of blue and bronze. She was an almost carbon copy of her late mother, but with her blasted fathers eyes.
While it was easy to reprimand Peter Potter whenever the boy made a mistake in Potions, which was not often but often enough that it made Snape realize that the boy hadn't inherited his mother's gifts in the subject, how was he going to do the same to the girl who could pass off has her late mother's twin?
At least she wasn't in his house.
When it came to the four houses, Snape secretly loathed teaching the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff. There were no Slytherins to favor nor Gryffindors to take points from. When it came to the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, Snape was almost bored with how...average their classes could be. Of course, there were occasions where he would have to take points from the Hufflepuffs who repeatedly messed up their potion, and then there were the Ravenclaws who would raise their hand every time he asked a question.
Roll call went without much issue, but Snape didn't even get the chance to start his lecture when he noticed a hand raised. He only saw the bronze and blue coloring of the student's robes.
With a scowl firmly set, Snape lowered his eyes at the student who's face he could not see. "Yes..."
"Potter, Susan Potter."
Merlin's beard.
"Yes...Miss. Potter?" He attempted to sound harsh, but even hearing the Potter spawn reminded him of Lily.
"I was just wondering if you did extra credit, Professor Snape."
Damnit, this girl is just like Lily Evans.
Snape stared at the hazel eyed girl, focusing only on her eyes in order to remember who her father had been. Yes, just focus on that, and he'll get through the next seven years with his sanity in check.
Wait...There were three more Potter's left.
None of them better end up in Slytherin house.
That would be the day, Snape mused bitterly. A Potter in the house of snakes.
So, what do you think?
I know there might be some mistakes, so I apologize.
Please, review, like, and/or follow. That would be great.
Until next time...
Review(s):
Blackdrake: Thanks for the review and his mother is Bellatrix. You'll have to see when it comes to Caspian and Draco.
Jocy: Thanks for the review. I do agree that Bellatrix's horrible.
KK: Thanks for the review.