A/N hey, this is my first fic EVER so please be gentle. I know it's not
that long, i'm open to suggestions for changes and stuff as well.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. They own everything
Another year, another sorting...he usually didn't pay much attention to the sorting ceremony at the beginning of each year - seen one, seen them all - and this particular one was hardly any different. Another batch of annoying First Years to test his patience - or what was left of it anyway. He looked up as they were herded in to the Great Hall by Minerva McGonagall, eyes wide in amazement.
*Such innocence* he thought to himself, could he have been so young and naive once? He sighed, *Once, but so long ago*
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a familiar face, *Ah, that must be the Potter boy, the resemblance to James is remarkable*
He couldn't help the feeling of utter loathing when his thoughts turned to James, but old habits die hard after being mortal enemies for most of their lives. *Yes* he thought as Harry moved closer to him, *but those are definitely Lily's eyes*
"Ahem, a-as I wa-was s-s-suh-saying P-Professor..." He sighed again and turned his attention back to Professor Quirrel who was going on about vampires or zombies or something.
He soon drifted back into his own thoughts though, and didn't even notice when the Sorting Hat began to sing, or even when Minerva started to call out the names of to new students to be sorted, one by one.
And then he heard her name.
*No, it can't be, how is this possible?* a thousand questions galloped through his mind. He snapped his head around and looked questionably at Dumbledore, and instead of seeing a mirror image of his own confused expression as he was expecting, Dumbledores' eyes were twinkling merrily and he gave a small sly wink. *HE KNEW! HE KNEW ALL ALONG!*
His head spun around and his eyes settled on Minerva. She looked back at him with an odd closed expression on her face, but he thought he could see a small hint of a smile playing on the edges of her lips. * SHE KNEW AS WELL!*
He quickly glanced around at the other staff members, but none of them showed any indication that anything was out of the ordinary.
Food appeared in front of him, but he realised he had lost his appetite. He sat there numb, his mind suddenly blank. He didn't understand how she could be here - but years of experience under the watchful eye of Albus Dumbledore had taught him that all would be revealed eventually, and that now was neither the time, nor the place to try to unravel the mysteries of his universe.
He closed his eyes, and the long suppressed memories of her began slowly filtering to the surface of his mind. Cursing under his breath, he opened his eyes and forced the memories back behind the stone wall he had built around them.
To his left he could hear that idiot Quirrel twittering on about something else, but he needed a distraction. He looked around the room and focused on the first thing, or rather, person he saw - thankfully it wasn't her - it was Harry Potter. The great James' son. His mouth formed an automatic sneer as he for a second time thought of James, but again he reminded himself that this was neither the time nor the place. Yet despite 'the distraction' he could feel the stone wall begin to shake. *Damn, it only made it worse. Thank Merlin the feast is almost over*
As the school song started he could almost see the dust starting to crumble from the stone wall and cracks snaking their way across it.
The instant the song finished, he quickly got up and excused himself from the table. He bolted from the room - the cracks grew larger - and practically running through the corridors only just managed to make in inside his private quarters before the wall collapsed in a cloud of dust.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. They own everything
Another year, another sorting...he usually didn't pay much attention to the sorting ceremony at the beginning of each year - seen one, seen them all - and this particular one was hardly any different. Another batch of annoying First Years to test his patience - or what was left of it anyway. He looked up as they were herded in to the Great Hall by Minerva McGonagall, eyes wide in amazement.
*Such innocence* he thought to himself, could he have been so young and naive once? He sighed, *Once, but so long ago*
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a familiar face, *Ah, that must be the Potter boy, the resemblance to James is remarkable*
He couldn't help the feeling of utter loathing when his thoughts turned to James, but old habits die hard after being mortal enemies for most of their lives. *Yes* he thought as Harry moved closer to him, *but those are definitely Lily's eyes*
"Ahem, a-as I wa-was s-s-suh-saying P-Professor..." He sighed again and turned his attention back to Professor Quirrel who was going on about vampires or zombies or something.
He soon drifted back into his own thoughts though, and didn't even notice when the Sorting Hat began to sing, or even when Minerva started to call out the names of to new students to be sorted, one by one.
And then he heard her name.
*No, it can't be, how is this possible?* a thousand questions galloped through his mind. He snapped his head around and looked questionably at Dumbledore, and instead of seeing a mirror image of his own confused expression as he was expecting, Dumbledores' eyes were twinkling merrily and he gave a small sly wink. *HE KNEW! HE KNEW ALL ALONG!*
His head spun around and his eyes settled on Minerva. She looked back at him with an odd closed expression on her face, but he thought he could see a small hint of a smile playing on the edges of her lips. * SHE KNEW AS WELL!*
He quickly glanced around at the other staff members, but none of them showed any indication that anything was out of the ordinary.
Food appeared in front of him, but he realised he had lost his appetite. He sat there numb, his mind suddenly blank. He didn't understand how she could be here - but years of experience under the watchful eye of Albus Dumbledore had taught him that all would be revealed eventually, and that now was neither the time, nor the place to try to unravel the mysteries of his universe.
He closed his eyes, and the long suppressed memories of her began slowly filtering to the surface of his mind. Cursing under his breath, he opened his eyes and forced the memories back behind the stone wall he had built around them.
To his left he could hear that idiot Quirrel twittering on about something else, but he needed a distraction. He looked around the room and focused on the first thing, or rather, person he saw - thankfully it wasn't her - it was Harry Potter. The great James' son. His mouth formed an automatic sneer as he for a second time thought of James, but again he reminded himself that this was neither the time nor the place. Yet despite 'the distraction' he could feel the stone wall begin to shake. *Damn, it only made it worse. Thank Merlin the feast is almost over*
As the school song started he could almost see the dust starting to crumble from the stone wall and cracks snaking their way across it.
The instant the song finished, he quickly got up and excused himself from the table. He bolted from the room - the cracks grew larger - and practically running through the corridors only just managed to make in inside his private quarters before the wall collapsed in a cloud of dust.