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Chapter 6
Potter's Celebrate the Birth of New Heir.
By: Cindy Mathews
Today the Potter family celebrates the birth of their one-month-old heir Harold James Potter. James Potter, one of the candidates for Minister of Magic, and his recent wife Lily Potter have finally released a photograph of their new son that was born just one month ago on July 31. This is great news to our world. The Potter's are one of Wizards society's oldest and richest families. They are the only remaining pureblood line that has remained untainted by dark magic, and by popular vote the friendliest family in our society today. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
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'What a morning,' Severus thought as he walked through the castle. Today was September first and in a few short hours he would watching his new students be sorted and he would officially be announced as the new Potions master and the new head of Slytherin.
Last night hadn't been so great either. Dumbledore had once again tried to talk him in to returning to spy. And he once again refused. He was doing his part he was fallowing the orders that were sent via owl post. And he was sending the letters of report to Lucius. He didn't want to do more than that. All he wanted was the thing he couldn't have. He wanted his family. He wanted his little boy and he wanted Sirius, but he couldn't have either. Those were things worth fighting for. But he didn't have them so where was the motive to put him self in danger. Severus walked up to the great hall only to find the one person he didn't want to see.
"Ah, Severus! Come look at this!" the headmaster called cheerfully for his seat at the head table.
Severus walked up and picked up the newspaper and read the headline, 'Potter's Celebrate the Birth of New Heir.' Severus almost spat at Dumbledore for making him read this. "Albus, why would I care about the birth of the Potter's stupid child?"
"Well, I thought you would like to know that this young lad will most likely be at the top of Voldemort's hit list if his father is elected."
"Why in the world would I care about that?!" Severus shouted. "Why would I care if the potter's are in danger? Why would I care about their son?!"
"Well he is Sirius' Godson. I thought you would want to protect what he holds dear."
"WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" his voice rang through out the empty Great Hall. The tears that he was holding back were slipping down his cheeks. He didn't even bother to try wipe them away.
Dumbledore was about to say something but he was cut off by the sound of feet pounding against the stone floors of the castle. He was alone "Well," the old man smiled, " That went perfectly."
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Severus was running all he cared about was that he had to get away. Severus wasn't consciously aware of where his feet were taking him and he didn't care. All that he could think about was that Sirius, his Sirius was happy. He had a child that he could play daddy with. And he, Severus Snape, couldn't give him the child that was rightfully his.
When Sev looked around he saw that he was in the graveyard. He walked over to his son's grave and cried.
After three hours of sitting, crying, raging, and pain Severus looked down at his watch he only had thirty minuets to get back to the Great Hall.
Boy, oh Boy, did he love cleaning spells. He quickly started his walk back, and made it just in time he saw the first of the carriage's dropping off students. He ran into the castle and up to the head table and sat down. A few of the student were giving him odd looks, and he was sure some of the older students recognized him.
After about fifteen minuets of watching students come in, and listing to teachers complaining how they miss the peace and quiet already, Dumbledore came in from the side door. He sat down in his customary seat and smiled as the doors opened to reveal a bunch of very nervous 1st years. They followed McGonagall up to the front and Flitwick brought out the stool and the old school sorting hat. The hall was silent as the hat sang its song and cheered when it finished. When the hat started to sort was when Severus started to pay attention. He listened as the students were slowly sorted.
The first youngster up was "Andrews, Missy" who was easily sorted to Huffelpuff. With a name like that it was a bit inappropriate for her to be placed elsewhere.
Severus sat in silence Staring around the room then only clapping when heard a student that was sorted to his one house. In his observations his eyes fell upon a boy sting at the Gryffindor table with bright red hair. He could tell already that he wasn't going to like this kid. The hair alone was enough to annoy him out of his mind.
Severus continued to look around until he noticed that the Slytherins were staring at him. 'They have probably figured out already that I'm their new head of house, seeing as the old one is missing from the head table.'
The sorting ended without much excitement. A young first year boy by the name of Weasley set off so fireworks and that was about it. When the food arrived, Severus was taken aback when "Minerva" as she insisted on being called by anyone who wasn't her student shoveled food on to his plate. He was never hungry any more. Not since the fifth. He could hardy bear the sight of food. She practically shoved the food down his throat saying that he needed fattening up. For thirty agonizing minuets Severus had to sit and listen to his new students laugh and cut up all he wanted to do was go to the cemetery and sit and talk to Raven, that was all. Why was it that all these children could be happy and healthy? Why did his child have to die? Why did he have to be alone? Why? Why.
"Students," Albus stood up, "I would like to introduce to you your new Potions master, and to the Slytherins, you new head of house. Professor Severus Snape." Severus wasn't surprised to see that the only house that was clapping exuberantly was his own. That Huffelpuff's were clapping politely as were the Ravenclaws, but the Gryffindor's lost all interest in him the second they heard the word Slytherin.
"I'd like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden, hence the name. There is to be no magic used in the hallways. There will also be no firework displays such as the one that Mr. Weasley put on for us. With that I'd like to say good night, and that we will see you all bright and early tomorrow. First years please follow your house Prefects to you dormitories. That will be all."
The students left for there dormitories as the teachers stayed for the last of the announcements.
"Alright," Albus started, " the only thing that I have to tell you is good luck this year and let us hope that this war will not escalate so far as to endanger our students. Are there any questions?"
Professor Flitwick called out, "Please tell us how many more Weasley's are to come. So that we can passably prepare ourselves a bit more for the next one."
"Ah, yes, the Weasley's. We still have four more; as of right now I do believe. All boys, but we wont have another one for another Six years so I think you are safe. Is there any thing else?" Silence, "well if that's all. I bid you goodnight." The old wizard left for his own room with out a second thought, as did the other teachers. Only one person was left in the great hall.
Severus was frozen in thought. All he could think about was how he wasn't going to see his son off to Hogwarts. How his son would never get the chance to learn how to fly of brew a potion. The constant question of why was now pounding his heart to an unrecognizable pulp. He had to see his son. Severus ran all the way to the cemetery at the edge of the forest. He fell to his knees by his son's grave for the second time today and just cried. How was he going to make it through the school year? How was he going to survive? How?
I know. I Know. It was sad. But I have to make my point. We will skip the next five months and then we'll skip to Halloween of 1981 in chapter 8. And I promise I will not make you watch Harry's child hood. We will go straight to his school years. I am going to try to get my next three chapters up with in the next five days but I can't make any promises. If I don't update for a while it is because I have to move out of my dad's house and go to my mom's I just don't know how much time I'm going to have over the next week. So until next chapter PEACE OUT
BESTFRIEND! Yeah Peace Out!
I thought I told you to leave?
BESTFRIEND! (Smiles innocently) you did but I just.
(Another catfight commences)
BESTFRIEND: Yeah!
Dear sweet god why did she have to appear. Well I'll give you guys the story while I go and get rid of her.
(Catfight commences)
Chapter 6
Potter's Celebrate the Birth of New Heir.
By: Cindy Mathews
Today the Potter family celebrates the birth of their one-month-old heir Harold James Potter. James Potter, one of the candidates for Minister of Magic, and his recent wife Lily Potter have finally released a photograph of their new son that was born just one month ago on July 31. This is great news to our world. The Potter's are one of Wizards society's oldest and richest families. They are the only remaining pureblood line that has remained untainted by dark magic, and by popular vote the friendliest family in our society today. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Potter.
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'What a morning,' Severus thought as he walked through the castle. Today was September first and in a few short hours he would watching his new students be sorted and he would officially be announced as the new Potions master and the new head of Slytherin.
Last night hadn't been so great either. Dumbledore had once again tried to talk him in to returning to spy. And he once again refused. He was doing his part he was fallowing the orders that were sent via owl post. And he was sending the letters of report to Lucius. He didn't want to do more than that. All he wanted was the thing he couldn't have. He wanted his family. He wanted his little boy and he wanted Sirius, but he couldn't have either. Those were things worth fighting for. But he didn't have them so where was the motive to put him self in danger. Severus walked up to the great hall only to find the one person he didn't want to see.
"Ah, Severus! Come look at this!" the headmaster called cheerfully for his seat at the head table.
Severus walked up and picked up the newspaper and read the headline, 'Potter's Celebrate the Birth of New Heir.' Severus almost spat at Dumbledore for making him read this. "Albus, why would I care about the birth of the Potter's stupid child?"
"Well, I thought you would like to know that this young lad will most likely be at the top of Voldemort's hit list if his father is elected."
"Why in the world would I care about that?!" Severus shouted. "Why would I care if the potter's are in danger? Why would I care about their son?!"
"Well he is Sirius' Godson. I thought you would want to protect what he holds dear."
"WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" his voice rang through out the empty Great Hall. The tears that he was holding back were slipping down his cheeks. He didn't even bother to try wipe them away.
Dumbledore was about to say something but he was cut off by the sound of feet pounding against the stone floors of the castle. He was alone "Well," the old man smiled, " That went perfectly."
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Severus was running all he cared about was that he had to get away. Severus wasn't consciously aware of where his feet were taking him and he didn't care. All that he could think about was that Sirius, his Sirius was happy. He had a child that he could play daddy with. And he, Severus Snape, couldn't give him the child that was rightfully his.
When Sev looked around he saw that he was in the graveyard. He walked over to his son's grave and cried.
After three hours of sitting, crying, raging, and pain Severus looked down at his watch he only had thirty minuets to get back to the Great Hall.
Boy, oh Boy, did he love cleaning spells. He quickly started his walk back, and made it just in time he saw the first of the carriage's dropping off students. He ran into the castle and up to the head table and sat down. A few of the student were giving him odd looks, and he was sure some of the older students recognized him.
After about fifteen minuets of watching students come in, and listing to teachers complaining how they miss the peace and quiet already, Dumbledore came in from the side door. He sat down in his customary seat and smiled as the doors opened to reveal a bunch of very nervous 1st years. They followed McGonagall up to the front and Flitwick brought out the stool and the old school sorting hat. The hall was silent as the hat sang its song and cheered when it finished. When the hat started to sort was when Severus started to pay attention. He listened as the students were slowly sorted.
The first youngster up was "Andrews, Missy" who was easily sorted to Huffelpuff. With a name like that it was a bit inappropriate for her to be placed elsewhere.
Severus sat in silence Staring around the room then only clapping when heard a student that was sorted to his one house. In his observations his eyes fell upon a boy sting at the Gryffindor table with bright red hair. He could tell already that he wasn't going to like this kid. The hair alone was enough to annoy him out of his mind.
Severus continued to look around until he noticed that the Slytherins were staring at him. 'They have probably figured out already that I'm their new head of house, seeing as the old one is missing from the head table.'
The sorting ended without much excitement. A young first year boy by the name of Weasley set off so fireworks and that was about it. When the food arrived, Severus was taken aback when "Minerva" as she insisted on being called by anyone who wasn't her student shoveled food on to his plate. He was never hungry any more. Not since the fifth. He could hardy bear the sight of food. She practically shoved the food down his throat saying that he needed fattening up. For thirty agonizing minuets Severus had to sit and listen to his new students laugh and cut up all he wanted to do was go to the cemetery and sit and talk to Raven, that was all. Why was it that all these children could be happy and healthy? Why did his child have to die? Why did he have to be alone? Why? Why.
"Students," Albus stood up, "I would like to introduce to you your new Potions master, and to the Slytherins, you new head of house. Professor Severus Snape." Severus wasn't surprised to see that the only house that was clapping exuberantly was his own. That Huffelpuff's were clapping politely as were the Ravenclaws, but the Gryffindor's lost all interest in him the second they heard the word Slytherin.
"I'd like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden, hence the name. There is to be no magic used in the hallways. There will also be no firework displays such as the one that Mr. Weasley put on for us. With that I'd like to say good night, and that we will see you all bright and early tomorrow. First years please follow your house Prefects to you dormitories. That will be all."
The students left for there dormitories as the teachers stayed for the last of the announcements.
"Alright," Albus started, " the only thing that I have to tell you is good luck this year and let us hope that this war will not escalate so far as to endanger our students. Are there any questions?"
Professor Flitwick called out, "Please tell us how many more Weasley's are to come. So that we can passably prepare ourselves a bit more for the next one."
"Ah, yes, the Weasley's. We still have four more; as of right now I do believe. All boys, but we wont have another one for another Six years so I think you are safe. Is there any thing else?" Silence, "well if that's all. I bid you goodnight." The old wizard left for his own room with out a second thought, as did the other teachers. Only one person was left in the great hall.
Severus was frozen in thought. All he could think about was how he wasn't going to see his son off to Hogwarts. How his son would never get the chance to learn how to fly of brew a potion. The constant question of why was now pounding his heart to an unrecognizable pulp. He had to see his son. Severus ran all the way to the cemetery at the edge of the forest. He fell to his knees by his son's grave for the second time today and just cried. How was he going to make it through the school year? How was he going to survive? How?
I know. I Know. It was sad. But I have to make my point. We will skip the next five months and then we'll skip to Halloween of 1981 in chapter 8. And I promise I will not make you watch Harry's child hood. We will go straight to his school years. I am going to try to get my next three chapters up with in the next five days but I can't make any promises. If I don't update for a while it is because I have to move out of my dad's house and go to my mom's I just don't know how much time I'm going to have over the next week. So until next chapter PEACE OUT
BESTFRIEND! Yeah Peace Out!
I thought I told you to leave?
BESTFRIEND! (Smiles innocently) you did but I just.
(Another catfight commences)
