DISCLAIMER:  Somehow, I've neglected these so far, DON'T SUE!!!  Please?  All the newer characters that you don't recognise are mine, but the world and familiar (or they better be familiar to you) characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

A/N:  I have absolutely no clue what to do with this chapter so erm…thank you Mikee for help (you gave me an idea), and a burst of inspiration I just had…and forgot…and got again.  Any other requests with this fic will be taken seriously, because I don't plan out every single little detail *coughcoughlikeacertaintwinwhoshallremainnamelessbutherinitialsareGINNYcoughcough*  Okay, I totally messed up the end of the last chapter.

Chapter Seven:  Sorting of the New Students

            The potions that Harry was taking were having the desired effect, and now he was almost completely healed.  Unfortunately, he was still stuck in the Slytherin dungeons, but he had taken a liking to exploring the Slytherin Common Room while no one was watching.  He also ended up talking to Snape for long hours.  Harry has always wondered why Snape hated him, and decided that today, he'd know the answer.  Little did Harry know that Snape had some news of his own.

            "Hullo, Harry.  How are you feeling today?" Snape asked.

            "Ready to get out of the Slytherin Common Room, run as fast as I can to the Quidditch pitch, fly, and return to Gryffindor Tower."

            "No flying for another week I'm afraid," Harry groaned, "however, I just got an owl from Professor McGonagall telling me the password to Gryffindor Tower.  She also said that sent you an owl on how to change the password once you got in.  Apparently she doesn't fancy me knowing how to get into Gryffindor Tower."

            "Really?" as if on cue, a small barn owl arrived with a note from McGonagall, Harry relieved the owl of it's burden, and fed it some toast left over from breakfast.  "Where's Hedwig?" Harry asked suddenly.

            "She's on her way.  Professor Feenland went to get her, as you requested that your things be gotten."

            "Oh, thank you.  Professor, er, there's something I've always wanted to ask you."

            "Being?"

            "Why do, er, did you hate me so much?"

            "I don't hate you.  You are just—so much like your father.  When I saw you, I guess I just often saw him.  In a way, I guess I was punishing you for your father's arrogance.  His cruel jokes.  Everything.  If you looked more like your mother on the other hand, she was honestly one of my best friends.  Of course, I could never admit it to anyone; a Gryffindor and a Slytherin just aren't friends, as you've noticed.  I even called her a 'mudblood' every once in a while, just so that my Slytherin friends wouldn't get suspicious.  Speaking of her, I need to talk to you about something."

            "Hm?" Harry inquired attentively.  He always longed to know more about his parents.

            "When I told the Muggles I was your godfather, I wasn't exactly lying."

            "I was joking when I called you Godfather the other day," Harry said quickly, one half of his brain thinking that this was a cruel joke, the other half realising that Snape wasn't as bad as he had originally thought.

            "I know that.  Probably also habit of calling me that around the Muggles as well," Snape said slowly, "but shortly before her death, your mother named me second Godfather, if Dumbledore saw me fit to raise you."  He remembered that conversation with Albus quite well.  Severus of course declined the offer, even though he was secretly a spy for the Light side, many thought that he was a Death Eater, and no one would allow a known, or suspected Death Eater to raise the Boy-Who-Lived.

            "You—you're…" the boy trailed of in disbelief.

            "Also, if you've not yet died of shocked, I'd like to introduce you to my daughter Severa Snape." Severus said.

            "Someone married and had a kid with you?!" Harry exclaimed.  "That really did not come out right," he thought to himself.  "Er, sorry, sir." he mumbled.

            Severus smiled in spite of the insult.  "Divorced, actually, she's a Death Eater.  But, next school year Severa may come to Hogwarts."

            "Durmstrang?" Harry guessed.

            "Yes, her mother sent her there.  She got accepted into Hogwarts, but as soon as Caeco found out that I was teaching here, she was enrolled into Durmstrang."

            Harry assumed that Caeco was Severus's ex-wife.  "Sir?  Why didn't you raise me?  Why was I sent to the Dursley's?"

            "I was a Death Eater, everyone knew that.  No one, other than Dumbledore, and a few others truly knew what I was doing, would have let me keep you.  You defeated the Dark Lord at the age of one, but nobody would have trusted me with you."

            "Right."

            Severus called his daughter, who was in the Fifth-Year dormitory.  Severa showed up a few minutes later.  She looked much like her father, thought Harry.  She had his dark hair, though hers was luckily not nearly as greasy, pale skin, and dark eyes.  Fortunately for her, she didn't have his hooked nose.

            "Hi, Harry.  Feeling better?"

            Harry nodded, still not quite believing that his Potions teacher could have a daughter, or that he was being nice to Harry.  "Father says that tomorrow you'll be moving to Gryffindor Tower, would you mind letting me see it, in case I'm in Gryffindor?"

            "Sure," Harry answered.

            "Oh, Severa, that reminds me.  Professor Dumbledore is almost certain that you will be joining us next year, and he would like to go ahead and Sort you along with another new student right before dinner."

            "Oh, thanks." Severa answered.  "Is Harry going to be there?"

            "We'll see."

            Thespia had arrived at Hogwarts, and Severus went to get Severa from the Slytherin Common Room, where she was talking animatedly with Harry.  Harry protested that he felt good enough to go, and Severus let Harry accompany them to Dumbledore's office.

            "Harry, how are you?" Dumbledore asked upon their arrival.

            "All right," Harry answered.

            "Good, I've been meaning to make my way down to see you, but I've been rather busy."

            "That's fine," Harry replied.

            "Now," Dumbledore said, moving his twinkling eyes from Harry to the two girls, "it's time that I sort you two.  We'll start with Thespia, seeing as her name is first on the list."  Dumbledore took a battered old wizard's hat off of the stool. 

To the girls' surprise the brim of the hat opened up like a mouth and began to talk.  "It's not the first of September yet, is it?" the hat asked.

"No, we have two students transferring in, and they'd like to be sorted before the start of the school year."

"Well, then, shall I sing the new song yet?" the hat asked.

"I'm sure that can wait until the start of the year.  I'm sure they know about the Houses," the girls nodded, and Dumbledore carried the hat over to Thespia and put it upon her head.

 After about thirty seconds, it declared, "GRYFFINDOR!"  Harry smiled at his new house-mate.

Severa's decision however took longer, but after about two minutes, it shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"  Severus smiled, though it seemed a tad bit forced.

"Severus, a word?" Dumbledore requested, "you three are dismissed, we will join you for dinner in the Great Hall in a few minutes."

Harry led them down the revolving stairwell and to the Great Hall.  "Severus, I have arranged for a trial tomorrow, if that is all right.  I've been able to pull up some of her records, and we should win the case."


            "Thank you, Headmaster."

The next day, Dumbledore, Severa, and Professor Snape left to the trial, Aeria had gone to spend the day with Chorea, and Thespia elected to stay in the castle with Harry.  Harry showed her Gryffindor Tower.

"Professor McGonagall, our Head of House, asked us to change the password once we got in.  I don't think she fancies the idea of Professor Snape knowing how to get in and out of Gryffindor Tower," Harry explained.

"Why not?" Thespia.

"Professor Snape is Head of Slytherin House, and the two Houses pretty much hate each other as a rule."

"I see.  Well, Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, right?"

"Yeah," Harry answered, not knowing where Thespia was going.

"Then we could make it 'tapfer', it's the German word for 'brave'."

"You speak German?" Harry asked.

"I lived in Germany for a long time," Thespia explained.

"Oh, I see.  Let's change it.  I would offer to take you flying, but Snape will kill me.  I could just show you around the castle, if you want."

"That would be great."

After three hours of wondering about the castle, the Snapes and Dumbledore came back, all with triumphant smiles upon their face.  "We won!" Severa announced!  "I'm going to be at Hogwarts!"

"That's good."

"I think this calls for a feast!" Dumbledore announced happily.


A/N:  Yeah, I didn't really want to write the trial, so I didn't, because I kinda knew how it worked out, but not really, and yeah…anyways…Corgi helped me sort Thespia and Severa, so much thanks to her, but I kinda forgot where we put Thespia,

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