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It was a dark rainy night when the carriage carrying Amy McGothan arrived at Hogwarts, later than expected. A sudden bolt of forked lightning illuminated the school grounds, and the frightened girl was able to see the impressive towers and turrets that the castle was formed of. Amy pulled the cloak over her head and walked quickly up the stairs to the entrance hall.
She pushed open the heavy door, and gazed at the magnificent interior. It made her feel very small, even though she was sixteen. Taking off her wet cloak, a wave of jet-black hair fell to her waist like water. Her skin was an extreme pale, and her vivid green eyes stood out against it. She was also alarmingly skinny.
"Miss McGothan." Amy jumped at the unexpected voice behind her. She turned to see a strict looking woman approach her. "Welcome to Hogwarts. My name is Professor McGonagall. Will you please follow me so we can get you sorted and settled into whichever house you are placed into. Quickly now." It was not a request, and Amy followed her immediately. Professor McGonagall led Amy to a small, yet beautiful room off the hall.
"Won't you please sit down." Again, not a request. Sitting down on the chintz armchair, Amy looked around in awe. The castle was beautiful. Not at all like Durmstrang. She shuddered thinking of that place. She had to transfer out because her father was found out to be a spy, and her family murdered. Another spy named Severus Snape had heard about the events and suggested Amy come to live at Hogwarts, where she would be under the watch of Albus Dumbledore and not an entire school of dark wizards.
The sudden feeling of a hat being placed on her head took Amy out of her reverie. A small voice was muttering in her ear. "Hmm. This is easy. SLYTHERIN!" McGonagall nodded curtly. "As to be expected. Now, please come with me to meet your new head-of-house." She motioned, and Amy followed. They walked briskly down the hall in silence, until they reached a heavy wood door.
"Severus, your new student is here." The door opened, and revealed a harsh looking man with shoulder length black hair, pale skin, and a billowing black robe. Amy could tell he didn't go outside much.
"Thank you, Minerva. I'll take charge from here." He looked at Amy, his expression softening a little. But only a little. "First of all, welcome to Slytherin house. Only those who prove the cunning, their intellect, are placed in this house." His voice was becoming very silky, very quiet. "So may I congratulate you on that. Second, I know why you switched here. No, don't be frightened." He looked at her, maybe with pity in his eyes at the cowering girl. "I was the one who suggested you live here. You're safe now." He didn't say what was in his mind: momentarily. "Because of the danger you have been in, you will share my quarters. Follow me." Amy did and found herself in yet another beautiful room. There was a large four post bed with a black velvet canopy. The walls were red, and the woodwork black. It smelled good, like a musk scent. All her things had been put away, she noticed.
Professor Snape had been watching her with a small smile, but soon returned to his formal look. "That door is to your bathroom. That other one is to my rooms. This is so if you're in danger, I will have fast access." His expression grew soft once again, and he placed an unexpected hand on Amy's shoulder. "I am sorry for your hardships. Please get some rest."