A young boy with greasy black hair and a quite hooked nose stared up
at the great castle looming up ahead. I can't believe I'm actually here at
Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. he thought to himself. Me?
Poor little Severus Snape. The poor little orphan who lives in that big old
house, going to the greatest wizarding school of all time.
Severus sighed deeply when he thought about how much he could learn his first year at Hogwarts and how wonderful it was going to be to get himself away from those wretched ghosts haunting his home. "I'LL BE THE GREATEST WIZARD OF ALL TIME! I'LL HAVE NO DISTRACTIONS! NOTHING!" he exclaimed. A few other children stared at him from the other boats, and a few snickered. But there were a few kids that had ganged up on the train that decided it would be fun to make this over-confident fellow miserable his first night at the school. Of course, they threw a rock at his head and laughed their asses off. When the flock of boats reached the shore of the lake Severus was still rubbing his head. He decided he would take his mind off of his head and headed up to the castle with the rest of the new students around him.
"Now wait here until I come and get you. And don't cause any mischief." Scolded Professor McGonagall before she strode off to the Great Hall. This had been when all of the first years had gathered inside of the entrance hall of the vast castle. Severus turned about gawking at the wonderful scenery of the hall. At the end of the hall were great oak doors probably 20 feet tall or so. Across from where the young wizard stood were the doors through which Professor McGonagall had disappeared. And below his feet was a step of marble which happened to be only one of many in a flight. "Holy Smeg. This place is the most amazing place I've ever been," the young orphan whispered to himself. The words, "Hey look, it's the kid we pegged with a rock earlier," were heard by Severus, and proceeding them, he was hit by another rock. He turned to the rock-thrower and was about to do something, he didn't know what, when Professor McGonagall walked back up to the students.
"Now follow me you." She beckoned everyone with her bony finger and told them to walk in a single-file line. Everyone did as they were told and were lead into the Great Hall splattered with staring eyes and gleeful chatter. The procession was lead to the front of the hall where they were told to face the students. To Severus' right was a tanned young fellow with freckles and messy black hair, and to his left was a boy with blonde hair and shining green eyes. He wondered if they were some of the jerks that threw the rocks, but his thought wouldn't be answered then for Professor McGonagall had set an ancient and ragged hat on a three legged stool an begun to speak. "This here is the Sorting Hat. It will place you into the houses you will stay in for the rest of your years here at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. When I call your name, come up to the stool and sit down while I place the hat on your head. When the hat has called out your house, please go sit with your fellow students at the respective table. Now let's begin." The old professor called out quite a few names. "Stephen Shine!"
The boy on Severus' left went up to the stool and was sorted into Slytherin.
His own name was called next. He slowly walked up to the stool and looked out at the staring eyes before he sat down.
"Ah.. I see great brains, but such cunning," the Sorting hat spoke in his hear. The old hat continued talking about young Snape as though he was not even there. After a while there was a long pause. Then finally, "SLYTHERIN!" The hat was lifted off as Severus heaved a long sigh in relief and ran off to his table. Severus sat down to Stephen Shine and waited for the rest of the people to be sorted so the feast could start. The boy that was on Severus' right was called up, and the hooked nose child found out the boy's name was Ethan Warner. The boy was sorted into Slytherin after not very much time at all, and he sat down beside Severus. When the feast started after Dumbledore the headmaster jabbered on about announcements, Stephen spoke. "So, er, Severus? Where are you from?"
Severus looked up from his plate, blushing; he didn't expect anyone to talk to him. "Well, I'm from Surrey. And I live in a large, tattered house haunted by a whole lot of ghosts." He paused. "Do you happen to know who threw a rock at me?"
The boy named Ethan Warner cut in. "Oh, those were some of those Gryffindor gits that threw those rocks," he pointed behind him to the Gryffindor table as he spoke. "Quite a muggle-y thing ta' do, if ya ask me." Severus thought this was most likely the worst grammar he had heard from anyone in his life, of course, he hadn't heard much in his haunted house. "Muggle-y? Eh? What kind of word is that?"
The boy glowered at Severus and went back to eating.
"Slimy goit." he heard Ethan mumble. Severus got quite perturbed and went back to chewing on the chicken he had previously started on. What a great impression I've made. Oi vey. And so he kept to himself for the rest of the feast until it was time to go to their dorms for the first time.
Severus sighed deeply when he thought about how much he could learn his first year at Hogwarts and how wonderful it was going to be to get himself away from those wretched ghosts haunting his home. "I'LL BE THE GREATEST WIZARD OF ALL TIME! I'LL HAVE NO DISTRACTIONS! NOTHING!" he exclaimed. A few other children stared at him from the other boats, and a few snickered. But there were a few kids that had ganged up on the train that decided it would be fun to make this over-confident fellow miserable his first night at the school. Of course, they threw a rock at his head and laughed their asses off. When the flock of boats reached the shore of the lake Severus was still rubbing his head. He decided he would take his mind off of his head and headed up to the castle with the rest of the new students around him.
"Now wait here until I come and get you. And don't cause any mischief." Scolded Professor McGonagall before she strode off to the Great Hall. This had been when all of the first years had gathered inside of the entrance hall of the vast castle. Severus turned about gawking at the wonderful scenery of the hall. At the end of the hall were great oak doors probably 20 feet tall or so. Across from where the young wizard stood were the doors through which Professor McGonagall had disappeared. And below his feet was a step of marble which happened to be only one of many in a flight. "Holy Smeg. This place is the most amazing place I've ever been," the young orphan whispered to himself. The words, "Hey look, it's the kid we pegged with a rock earlier," were heard by Severus, and proceeding them, he was hit by another rock. He turned to the rock-thrower and was about to do something, he didn't know what, when Professor McGonagall walked back up to the students.
"Now follow me you." She beckoned everyone with her bony finger and told them to walk in a single-file line. Everyone did as they were told and were lead into the Great Hall splattered with staring eyes and gleeful chatter. The procession was lead to the front of the hall where they were told to face the students. To Severus' right was a tanned young fellow with freckles and messy black hair, and to his left was a boy with blonde hair and shining green eyes. He wondered if they were some of the jerks that threw the rocks, but his thought wouldn't be answered then for Professor McGonagall had set an ancient and ragged hat on a three legged stool an begun to speak. "This here is the Sorting Hat. It will place you into the houses you will stay in for the rest of your years here at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. When I call your name, come up to the stool and sit down while I place the hat on your head. When the hat has called out your house, please go sit with your fellow students at the respective table. Now let's begin." The old professor called out quite a few names. "Stephen Shine!"
The boy on Severus' left went up to the stool and was sorted into Slytherin.
His own name was called next. He slowly walked up to the stool and looked out at the staring eyes before he sat down.
"Ah.. I see great brains, but such cunning," the Sorting hat spoke in his hear. The old hat continued talking about young Snape as though he was not even there. After a while there was a long pause. Then finally, "SLYTHERIN!" The hat was lifted off as Severus heaved a long sigh in relief and ran off to his table. Severus sat down to Stephen Shine and waited for the rest of the people to be sorted so the feast could start. The boy that was on Severus' right was called up, and the hooked nose child found out the boy's name was Ethan Warner. The boy was sorted into Slytherin after not very much time at all, and he sat down beside Severus. When the feast started after Dumbledore the headmaster jabbered on about announcements, Stephen spoke. "So, er, Severus? Where are you from?"
Severus looked up from his plate, blushing; he didn't expect anyone to talk to him. "Well, I'm from Surrey. And I live in a large, tattered house haunted by a whole lot of ghosts." He paused. "Do you happen to know who threw a rock at me?"
The boy named Ethan Warner cut in. "Oh, those were some of those Gryffindor gits that threw those rocks," he pointed behind him to the Gryffindor table as he spoke. "Quite a muggle-y thing ta' do, if ya ask me." Severus thought this was most likely the worst grammar he had heard from anyone in his life, of course, he hadn't heard much in his haunted house. "Muggle-y? Eh? What kind of word is that?"
The boy glowered at Severus and went back to eating.
"Slimy goit." he heard Ethan mumble. Severus got quite perturbed and went back to chewing on the chicken he had previously started on. What a great impression I've made. Oi vey. And so he kept to himself for the rest of the feast until it was time to go to their dorms for the first time.