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CHAPTER TWELVE
Snape watched intently, though he tried to appear nonchalant as Koraleigh walked up to have the Sorting Hat placed upon her head. He held his breath, but didn't have to wait long, because almost instantaneously, the Hat called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
'So Gryffindor, then.' thought Snape numbly, not really comprehending. 'Wait! Gryffindor? I must have heard wrong.' He glanced down toward the student tables, fully expecting to see Koraleigh with his Slytherins, or maybe the Ravenclaws. Instead. there was his precious Koraleigh, sitting with those bloody Gryffindors.
'Maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake?' thought Snape urgently. 'Yes, that had to be it. After all, Koraleigh had been sorted extremely quickly. He'd talk to the headmaster after the feast. Perhaps they could arrange for a resorting.
Someone calling his name jolted Snape back to reality. "Severus." Snape looked to see who wanted his attention. It was Minerva.
"Yes," he responded coolly?
"Severus, if you are going to allow Mr. Potter into your N.E.W.T class this term, I suggest you speak to him this evening."
Snape groaned faintly, not audibly enough for anyone else to have heard. "All right." he said finally. "Could you arrange for him to meet me in my office after the feast?"
"Of course," replied Minerva pleasantly.
"Thank you." responded Snape. Then he blinked. What was wrong with him? He was never this polite to the other staff members.
Snape was dreading this meeting with Potter. It would involve admitting that he had been wrong, and that was something Severus Snape hated to do, especially to his most hated student. Speaking of Potter, what was he up to now? No doubt planning more mischief. He surveyed the Gryffindor table for the sixth year. Just when he was about to conclude that Potter had left the Great Hall, no doubt without permission, he found him in the most unlikely spot, sitting across from Koraleigh.
'What is he doing to her?' he wondered worriedly. Potter was NEVER good news, in his book. But the more he watched, the more convinced he was that Potter was not doing anything wrong, in fact, it appeared to him that Potter, Weasley, and Granger were actually being friendly to his daughter. He was sure he was seeing wrong, but then again... Maybe he had misjudged the whole lot of them. Maybe he should give them the benefit of the doubt for now, but when something wrong happened...then he'd get them!
Immediately after the feast, Snape used his secret shortcut to hurry down to his office before Potter arrived. Snape knew quite a bit about how to make the proper impression and he knew that in this occasion, it wouldn't do to have Potter beat him.
Snape mumbled his password to his office, entered, and sat down while he tried to decide the best thing to say to Potter while retaining as much of his dignity as possible.
A few moments later, in a time span that seemed all too short for Snape, who would have postponed this meeting indefinitely if given the option, there came a knock at the door. "Come in," called Snape, and then, in a much lower voice, he whispered his password, giving the effect that the door was opening of its own accord. A very neat effect, he decided.
To Snape's surprise, Potter was not alone. He had brought Koraleigh with him.
"Hello Koraleigh." said Snape. "I need to speak with Mr. Potter for a moment. Could you wait outside, and then I'll talk to you."
Koraleigh nodded and took a seat outside. Snape took a deep breath as he ushered Potter in. It was the moment of truth.
Snape nodded at Potter. "You are dismissed, then. Please send Koraleigh in."
"All right." he replied. "Thank you again."
Potter left and Koraleigh came in, the door shutting behind her.
"Hello Koraleigh," he said, giving her one of his rare genuine smiles.
"Hi." she replied back, a bit nervously. She paused. "Dad, are you mad that I got Sorted into Gryffindor?"
Oh drat. Actually, Snape had forgotten all of that. "Well, the Sorting Hat did decide awfully quickly. Do you want to ask the headmaster to be resorted, to make sure there was no mistake?"
Koraleigh was silent for a moment. "Dad." she finally said, in barely more then a whisper, "there was no mistake. I'm a Gryffindor. Besides, all my friends are in Gryffindor. I don't want you to be angry with me, but I don't want to change houses either."
He definitely had a Gryffindor daughter then. Snape sighed to himself. In a day, he had gone from a professor most were scared of, to a professor that was revealed to actually have somewhat of a heart, and a Gryffindor daughter. He hated to hear the rumors that would be floating around school tomorrow. Though, in all honesty, he hated even more that Koraleigh would hear them. He could easily handle the worst the students could come up with, and if need be, take off points and assign detentions. Koraleigh couldn't do either, and on top of that, Snape wasn't sure if his sensitive daughter could handle it. He'd just have to make sure she wasn't worrying about her father hating her at the same time.
"Well, all right, Koraleigh. That's fine with me if you want to be a Gryffindor. I'm not disappointed at all." Then he paused. Koraleigh would be able to see right through that. "All right, I am a bit disappointed, but not with you." he relented. "But I'm glad you're happy where you are and I'm glad you've made friends. I can live with you being a Gryffindor if you can live with your dad being the Head of the rival house."
Koraleigh smiled. "Thanks, Dad. It'll all be all right. You'll see."
"I know, Kor." he replied, astonished at how much faith his daughter had. Maybe she would be all right, after all.
"Well, I'd better get going." said Koraleigh. "Harry is waiting outside, so he can show me to the common room."
"How has he, um, Harry, been treating you?" asked Snape. It felt awkward to use Potter's first name; he was sure he'd never done it before.
Koraleigh smiled. "Harry's been really nice. So have his friends, especially Hermione. I'm glad I met him before in Diagon Alley. It's helpful to know older students, I think."
"Well, I'm glad Mr. Potter is treating you kindly. Be sure to tell me if he's not."
Koraleigh gave her father a surprised look. "All right, but I don't think he will. He even invited me to try out for the Quidditch team!"
"Well, good luck." replied Snape, though he was almost positive Koraleigh wouldn't make it. He didn't want to discourage Koraleigh, but he was well aware that first years never made their house teams. Well, except Potter, but Potter was a law unto himself.
"Good night, then, Dad." said Koraleigh.
"Good night." he responded. "No matter what, always remember I love you." called Snape, hoping it would be enough.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Snape watched intently, though he tried to appear nonchalant as Koraleigh walked up to have the Sorting Hat placed upon her head. He held his breath, but didn't have to wait long, because almost instantaneously, the Hat called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
'So Gryffindor, then.' thought Snape numbly, not really comprehending. 'Wait! Gryffindor? I must have heard wrong.' He glanced down toward the student tables, fully expecting to see Koraleigh with his Slytherins, or maybe the Ravenclaws. Instead. there was his precious Koraleigh, sitting with those bloody Gryffindors.
'Maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake?' thought Snape urgently. 'Yes, that had to be it. After all, Koraleigh had been sorted extremely quickly. He'd talk to the headmaster after the feast. Perhaps they could arrange for a resorting.
Someone calling his name jolted Snape back to reality. "Severus." Snape looked to see who wanted his attention. It was Minerva.
"Yes," he responded coolly?
"Severus, if you are going to allow Mr. Potter into your N.E.W.T class this term, I suggest you speak to him this evening."
Snape groaned faintly, not audibly enough for anyone else to have heard. "All right." he said finally. "Could you arrange for him to meet me in my office after the feast?"
"Of course," replied Minerva pleasantly.
"Thank you." responded Snape. Then he blinked. What was wrong with him? He was never this polite to the other staff members.
Snape was dreading this meeting with Potter. It would involve admitting that he had been wrong, and that was something Severus Snape hated to do, especially to his most hated student. Speaking of Potter, what was he up to now? No doubt planning more mischief. He surveyed the Gryffindor table for the sixth year. Just when he was about to conclude that Potter had left the Great Hall, no doubt without permission, he found him in the most unlikely spot, sitting across from Koraleigh.
'What is he doing to her?' he wondered worriedly. Potter was NEVER good news, in his book. But the more he watched, the more convinced he was that Potter was not doing anything wrong, in fact, it appeared to him that Potter, Weasley, and Granger were actually being friendly to his daughter. He was sure he was seeing wrong, but then again... Maybe he had misjudged the whole lot of them. Maybe he should give them the benefit of the doubt for now, but when something wrong happened...then he'd get them!
Immediately after the feast, Snape used his secret shortcut to hurry down to his office before Potter arrived. Snape knew quite a bit about how to make the proper impression and he knew that in this occasion, it wouldn't do to have Potter beat him.
Snape mumbled his password to his office, entered, and sat down while he tried to decide the best thing to say to Potter while retaining as much of his dignity as possible.
A few moments later, in a time span that seemed all too short for Snape, who would have postponed this meeting indefinitely if given the option, there came a knock at the door. "Come in," called Snape, and then, in a much lower voice, he whispered his password, giving the effect that the door was opening of its own accord. A very neat effect, he decided.
To Snape's surprise, Potter was not alone. He had brought Koraleigh with him.
"Hello Koraleigh." said Snape. "I need to speak with Mr. Potter for a moment. Could you wait outside, and then I'll talk to you."
Koraleigh nodded and took a seat outside. Snape took a deep breath as he ushered Potter in. It was the moment of truth.
Snape nodded at Potter. "You are dismissed, then. Please send Koraleigh in."
"All right." he replied. "Thank you again."
Potter left and Koraleigh came in, the door shutting behind her.
"Hello Koraleigh," he said, giving her one of his rare genuine smiles.
"Hi." she replied back, a bit nervously. She paused. "Dad, are you mad that I got Sorted into Gryffindor?"
Oh drat. Actually, Snape had forgotten all of that. "Well, the Sorting Hat did decide awfully quickly. Do you want to ask the headmaster to be resorted, to make sure there was no mistake?"
Koraleigh was silent for a moment. "Dad." she finally said, in barely more then a whisper, "there was no mistake. I'm a Gryffindor. Besides, all my friends are in Gryffindor. I don't want you to be angry with me, but I don't want to change houses either."
He definitely had a Gryffindor daughter then. Snape sighed to himself. In a day, he had gone from a professor most were scared of, to a professor that was revealed to actually have somewhat of a heart, and a Gryffindor daughter. He hated to hear the rumors that would be floating around school tomorrow. Though, in all honesty, he hated even more that Koraleigh would hear them. He could easily handle the worst the students could come up with, and if need be, take off points and assign detentions. Koraleigh couldn't do either, and on top of that, Snape wasn't sure if his sensitive daughter could handle it. He'd just have to make sure she wasn't worrying about her father hating her at the same time.
"Well, all right, Koraleigh. That's fine with me if you want to be a Gryffindor. I'm not disappointed at all." Then he paused. Koraleigh would be able to see right through that. "All right, I am a bit disappointed, but not with you." he relented. "But I'm glad you're happy where you are and I'm glad you've made friends. I can live with you being a Gryffindor if you can live with your dad being the Head of the rival house."
Koraleigh smiled. "Thanks, Dad. It'll all be all right. You'll see."
"I know, Kor." he replied, astonished at how much faith his daughter had. Maybe she would be all right, after all.
"Well, I'd better get going." said Koraleigh. "Harry is waiting outside, so he can show me to the common room."
"How has he, um, Harry, been treating you?" asked Snape. It felt awkward to use Potter's first name; he was sure he'd never done it before.
Koraleigh smiled. "Harry's been really nice. So have his friends, especially Hermione. I'm glad I met him before in Diagon Alley. It's helpful to know older students, I think."
"Well, I'm glad Mr. Potter is treating you kindly. Be sure to tell me if he's not."
Koraleigh gave her father a surprised look. "All right, but I don't think he will. He even invited me to try out for the Quidditch team!"
"Well, good luck." replied Snape, though he was almost positive Koraleigh wouldn't make it. He didn't want to discourage Koraleigh, but he was well aware that first years never made their house teams. Well, except Potter, but Potter was a law unto himself.
"Good night, then, Dad." said Koraleigh.
"Good night." he responded. "No matter what, always remember I love you." called Snape, hoping it would be enough.