A/N: Look, more story! Yay! And thank you and a warm fuzzy granted to the
following reviewers...
Jayde: I also love AUs and have several more being planned... heh heh....
MLWiccanGirl: You review everything but you still count =)
TattSkywalker: Yay! Thanks again for your prologue...
LisaMarie: It's okay, dear... See, it's an AU, meaning that's not how it happened. Hence the twins have different names. (Actually, it's so I don't get confused lol...)
Silver Tears: Hey, someone who I don't know personally who reviewed! Yay!! I also loathe Peter, so I can promise you will see him minimally in most of my work, and thank God not at all in this one.
Gumlick the Rickmaniac: Contrary to popular belief, I love Snape. He's great, and I promise lots of him here and also in my next planned out work. =)
And now, off to the story! Disclaimers etc. still apply. (I'm skipping the train 'cause I'm lazy, sorry kids.) Surprises to come as the Sorting Ceremony takes place... and the whole thing's from Snape's POV!!
The Great Hall was enormous, and it was with a bit of apprehension that the first years entered and proceeded to the front of the hall. Of course, there was also that mysterious minor detail of Sorting, but enough of them knew about it that no one should panic.
From his position at the teachers' table, Severus Snape watched them enter in various states of anxiousness. So many of these children looked like their parents... it reminded him of his own first year. Fortunately, he didn't think Salazar, Harry, and Orion would be nearly as... hostile as he, James, and Sirius had been.
Even after ten years, calling them James and Sirius was peculiar. They had been Gryffindors, he had been a Slytherin, and their disgust for each other had been fueled by far more than house rivalry. When it had come down to the real world, however, they'd had to learn to adjust. Life was never as simple as earning points or serving detentions—when they had graduated, you were more likely to wind up dead that in the Hospital Wing, and somehow how many points you lost your house in your seventh year really wasn't all that important.
Good, he'd been lost in thought for the entire song. He'd noticed in recent years that the Sorting Hat seemed to have run out of material, and the songs became progressively worse.
"Black, Gemini."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
No surprise there. Anywhere else and he would have been worried.
"Black, Orion."
"SLYTHERIN!"
He nearly fell out of his seat. Sirius and Lyria's son, in *his* house? That was unexpected, to say the least.
More sortings that he felt no need to pay attention to passed by. "Granger, Hermione" became a Gryffindor—his nephew Orion seemed to know her—and "Lupin, Jacob" was naturally a Gryffindor as well.
"Malfoy, Draco."
Lucius' son? Here already? He sighed. No doubt where the boy would be...
The hat didn't even touch Draco Malfoy's head. "SLYTHERIN!"
His eyes narrowed. The sorting hat always was biased. No wonder—it had been Godric Gryffindor's, after all.
"Potter, Harry."
"SLYTHERIN!"
For the second time in the sorting, Severus Snape nearly fell out of his chair in shock. James' son. Was in Slytherin. All along the teachers' table, the staff was in shock, but none more so than he and Sirius were.
A Potter and a Black in Slytherin?? Good Lord, the pranks... it'd be the ruin of his house.
It also brought up the ever interesting question of what would have happened had he, James, and Sirius been in the same house when they were at school.
"Snape, Salazar."
"SLYTHERIN!"
A certain pride went along with that pronouncement. Salazar looked up at him, grinning widely, and Severus nodded and smiled as well, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief. With all the unusual placements, he'd been worried for a moment that Salazar would wind up in Hufflepuff or something.
"Weasley, Ronald."
Another one? How many of them were there, anyway? He was starting to lose count... let's see, there had been Charles, and William, and...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
That was where they always were. It just proved that no matter how curious the Sorting, some things didn't change.
"And now, let us sing the school song!"
Oh, no. One of these years, he was just going to crawl under the table and die during this. He'd finally escaped it years ago, just to get right back to it as a Professor.
Sometimes he truly questioned his sanity.
After the hall was cleared of students and he'd made certain none of them had wandered off and gotten lost, Severus went down to the common room to introduce himself to the first years. He'd always made a point of doing so (although none of the other heads of houses did—how they planned to help their students if they didn't know who they were for the first week was beyond him to understand), and the prefects knew to keep them out of their dormitories until he'd been in to visit.
The familiar stone walls and green hangings greeted him as he entered the room.
Older students were eager to tell him all about their holidays, crowding around, glad to see him. A far cry from his reception when he entered the common room in his school days...
"So these are our first years," he said by way of greeting.
One rather short girl gaped up at him, speechless.
"Hello, Professor Dad," Salazar replied with a grin.
"Yeah, should I call you Uncle Professor or something?" Orion asked.
He hadn't even thought of that. What a bother, half the first years being related to him... "Professor Snape will do nicely in class, if you don't mind," he instructed. "Your names, please?"
In addition to Salazar, Harry, Orion, and Draco Malfoy, there were two rather dull-looking boys named Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. The girls—there were only four—were Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Blaise Zabini, and Adriana Chadwick.
After the questions about classes, Quidditch, his part in the war, and everything else his students could think of subsided, he stood to leave. "Oh, one last thing to our first years," he said, looking as stern as he could possibly manage. Apparently it worked, for even Salazar looked rather nonplussed.
"Welcome to Slytherin House," he said grandly, sweeping out of the common room as the older students clapped and cheered.
Jayde: I also love AUs and have several more being planned... heh heh....
MLWiccanGirl: You review everything but you still count =)
TattSkywalker: Yay! Thanks again for your prologue...
LisaMarie: It's okay, dear... See, it's an AU, meaning that's not how it happened. Hence the twins have different names. (Actually, it's so I don't get confused lol...)
Silver Tears: Hey, someone who I don't know personally who reviewed! Yay!! I also loathe Peter, so I can promise you will see him minimally in most of my work, and thank God not at all in this one.
Gumlick the Rickmaniac: Contrary to popular belief, I love Snape. He's great, and I promise lots of him here and also in my next planned out work. =)
And now, off to the story! Disclaimers etc. still apply. (I'm skipping the train 'cause I'm lazy, sorry kids.) Surprises to come as the Sorting Ceremony takes place... and the whole thing's from Snape's POV!!
The Great Hall was enormous, and it was with a bit of apprehension that the first years entered and proceeded to the front of the hall. Of course, there was also that mysterious minor detail of Sorting, but enough of them knew about it that no one should panic.
From his position at the teachers' table, Severus Snape watched them enter in various states of anxiousness. So many of these children looked like their parents... it reminded him of his own first year. Fortunately, he didn't think Salazar, Harry, and Orion would be nearly as... hostile as he, James, and Sirius had been.
Even after ten years, calling them James and Sirius was peculiar. They had been Gryffindors, he had been a Slytherin, and their disgust for each other had been fueled by far more than house rivalry. When it had come down to the real world, however, they'd had to learn to adjust. Life was never as simple as earning points or serving detentions—when they had graduated, you were more likely to wind up dead that in the Hospital Wing, and somehow how many points you lost your house in your seventh year really wasn't all that important.
Good, he'd been lost in thought for the entire song. He'd noticed in recent years that the Sorting Hat seemed to have run out of material, and the songs became progressively worse.
"Black, Gemini."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
No surprise there. Anywhere else and he would have been worried.
"Black, Orion."
"SLYTHERIN!"
He nearly fell out of his seat. Sirius and Lyria's son, in *his* house? That was unexpected, to say the least.
More sortings that he felt no need to pay attention to passed by. "Granger, Hermione" became a Gryffindor—his nephew Orion seemed to know her—and "Lupin, Jacob" was naturally a Gryffindor as well.
"Malfoy, Draco."
Lucius' son? Here already? He sighed. No doubt where the boy would be...
The hat didn't even touch Draco Malfoy's head. "SLYTHERIN!"
His eyes narrowed. The sorting hat always was biased. No wonder—it had been Godric Gryffindor's, after all.
"Potter, Harry."
"SLYTHERIN!"
For the second time in the sorting, Severus Snape nearly fell out of his chair in shock. James' son. Was in Slytherin. All along the teachers' table, the staff was in shock, but none more so than he and Sirius were.
A Potter and a Black in Slytherin?? Good Lord, the pranks... it'd be the ruin of his house.
It also brought up the ever interesting question of what would have happened had he, James, and Sirius been in the same house when they were at school.
"Snape, Salazar."
"SLYTHERIN!"
A certain pride went along with that pronouncement. Salazar looked up at him, grinning widely, and Severus nodded and smiled as well, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief. With all the unusual placements, he'd been worried for a moment that Salazar would wind up in Hufflepuff or something.
"Weasley, Ronald."
Another one? How many of them were there, anyway? He was starting to lose count... let's see, there had been Charles, and William, and...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
That was where they always were. It just proved that no matter how curious the Sorting, some things didn't change.
"And now, let us sing the school song!"
Oh, no. One of these years, he was just going to crawl under the table and die during this. He'd finally escaped it years ago, just to get right back to it as a Professor.
Sometimes he truly questioned his sanity.
After the hall was cleared of students and he'd made certain none of them had wandered off and gotten lost, Severus went down to the common room to introduce himself to the first years. He'd always made a point of doing so (although none of the other heads of houses did—how they planned to help their students if they didn't know who they were for the first week was beyond him to understand), and the prefects knew to keep them out of their dormitories until he'd been in to visit.
The familiar stone walls and green hangings greeted him as he entered the room.
Older students were eager to tell him all about their holidays, crowding around, glad to see him. A far cry from his reception when he entered the common room in his school days...
"So these are our first years," he said by way of greeting.
One rather short girl gaped up at him, speechless.
"Hello, Professor Dad," Salazar replied with a grin.
"Yeah, should I call you Uncle Professor or something?" Orion asked.
He hadn't even thought of that. What a bother, half the first years being related to him... "Professor Snape will do nicely in class, if you don't mind," he instructed. "Your names, please?"
In addition to Salazar, Harry, Orion, and Draco Malfoy, there were two rather dull-looking boys named Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. The girls—there were only four—were Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Blaise Zabini, and Adriana Chadwick.
After the questions about classes, Quidditch, his part in the war, and everything else his students could think of subsided, he stood to leave. "Oh, one last thing to our first years," he said, looking as stern as he could possibly manage. Apparently it worked, for even Salazar looked rather nonplussed.
"Welcome to Slytherin House," he said grandly, sweeping out of the common room as the older students clapped and cheered.