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Sixth Year Begins...

"Dad, have you seen my tie anywhere?" Severus called through his door. "No Severus. If you can't find it, just summon it." His father said. "Accio tie!" Severus shouted. A maroon and gold tie came whizzing through the air and landed in his hand. He fastened it around his neck and went to leave. "I'm going to the Great Hall now Dad. I'll see you there." Severus said looking at his watch. Professor Snape, who was in the sitting room as well, nodded.

Severus walked up to the Great Hall and as he walked, he could hear the sounds of hundreds of students chatting idly waiting for the feast to begin. He walked up to the doors and entered the Great Hall but nobody seemed to notice. Severus took a seat next to Ron. "Hey mate, Hermione is just in the bathroom." Ron said. They talked for a little while about Quidditch and things before Hermione returned and Professor Dumbledore rose to commence the start of term announcements.

"As is with every year, Mr. Filch's list of confiscated items has grown to include Skiving Snackboxes, Fainting Fancies, and Ton Tongue Toffee among other things. As I have sent notices to each of you over the summer, I will not need to explain to you why Professor Snape has a son after all this time so please do not ask me. On a much brighter note, Professor Umbridge can no longer teach due to an incident that occurred last year. Our new DADA teacher is Nymphadora Tonks. Speaking of Defense, the Defense Association is regrouping under the leadership of sixth year student Severus Snape III and will be open to students in all years. These meetings will be taking place in a large area on the seventh floor across from the Transfiguration room. Please contact Mr. Snape for meeting times and more detailed information. That is all so dig in!" Professor Dumbledore said.

And dig in they did. Since Severus had been eating all summer, he was no longer as starving as he was at the beginning of the other school years. "Ron, are you playing Quidditch again this year?" He asked his friend. "Yes, I am playing. I practiced a lot over the summer and I have gotten better. Or so everyone tells me." Ron replied. Severus smiled.

"Well, well if it isn't Potter turned Snape. I always imagined your mother would be a whore." A cold voice came from behind Severus. "Shove off Malfoy." He said quietly. "So I'm right, your mother was a whore." Malfoy reiterated. "No she wasn't." He said irritably. "What's with your hair, Snape? Couldn't you have at least learned to shower before the start of term? It's all greasy." Malfoy said.

"Fuck off Malfoy." Seamus Finnigan piped up.

"Malfoy, what is going on here?" Professor Snape asked him. "Nothing Professor Snape." Malfoy said. "I do not want to hear you insulting my son or his friends ever again. 10 points from Slytherin." Professor Snape said before turning to go back to the head table. Malfoy stalked off with Crabbe and Goyle after glaring at the Gryffindors.

"My hair isn't even greasy." Severus said pulling a lock of hair out in front of his eyes.

Severus went up to Gryffindor Common Room with Ron and Hermione laughing and joking. "I am so glad I don't have to go back to the Dursleys. They're what you called Malfoy in third year. 'Foul, loathsome, evil little cockroaches.' The only thing is, Uncle Vernon and Dudley are not little by any stretch of the imagination." Hermione laughed. When they arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione said the password. Ron, Severus, and Hermione walked into the Gryffindor Common room. "So what classes are you guys taking this year?" Severus asked. "I'm taking Advanced Potions, Advanced Transfiguration, Advance Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Advanced Defence against the Dark Arts, and Muggle Studies." Hermione exclaimed happily. "I'm in all those subjects too except for Muggle Studies. I actually got into Advanced Potions, can you believe it?" Ron said. "I have the exact same classes as you two, except for Muggle Studies just like Ron." Severus said. "Hello Ginny, would you like to join us?" Hermione asked Ron's little sister. Ginny Weasley sat down next to Harry. "I can't believe you're Professor Snape's son, Harr-Severus." Ginny said. She had to correct herself at the last minute when she was about to call him Harry. "Heads up, someone has mail." A voice shouted out. A snow white owl, probably Hedwig, came into the common room with a package. It wasn't Hedwig though. The owl dropped the parcel in Severus' lap and he read the note.

Son,

This is something that is supposed to go to the first son of every Snape. Since you are my only son, it is rightfully yours.

Love,

Your Father

"It's something from my dad." Severus said. He opened the expertly wrapped parcel and a black cloak fell out. It was made of an obviously expensive material and was embroidered with the Snape family crest and motto on the left side. "I've read about those family cloaks." Hermione said. "Not surprising." Ron mumbled. Hermione shot an icy stare at him. "Family cloaks have spells of protection on them from most curses and such. They are also really expensive so only the noble bloodlines can afford them and the Snape bloodline is the second oldest pureblood line next to the Dumbledore blood line." Hermione explained. "The Weasley bloodline is really old as well. I believe it's the third oldest bloodline in the wizarding world." She added. "Then why aren't we rich?" Ron asked. "Not all the bloodlines are of nobility, Ron. Even if you aren't wealthy, at least you hold precedence over the Malfoys. They are the fifth oldest line. And I don't care whether or not you're rich, I still love you." Hermione said smugly. Ron was smiling for the rest of the night.

An hour more passed before the trio went to bed. "I am actually of higher rank than Malfoy!" Ron said when they were in their dormitory. "You'll have to hang that over his head every once in a while now, mate." Severus said while pulling the curtains around his bed. Severus lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. "Ron?" He asked.

"Yeah mate?" Ron replied.

"Do you love Hermione?" Severus asked again. He heard a sigh.

"Yes, I do. I would like to marry her someday." Ron said.

"Why don't you propose to her then?" Severus wondered.

"Are you mad, mate? We haven't even started our sixth year classes and you're wondering when I'm going to propose to Hermione. Of course, I would have no trouble with it but Hermione would. She'd tell me we're too young and stuff." Ron explained. "Anyways, I'm going to sleep. G'night mate." on added with a yawn.

"Goodnight." Severus said before turning onto his side and drifting off to sleep.