The rain was falling heavily by the time the train pulled into the station. He packed up the CD's and chocolate that he had spread across the table during the journey and stepped out onto the platform.

"Fir's years! Fir's years over ere!" sounded the booming voice of a gigantic man standing on the platform next to a group of terrified looking first years.

"I guess I'm going with them then" he said to himself, not a happy thought, what would he have to do to get into this school? He remembered the initiation at Durmstrang and shuddered, would it be similar here?

"Yor the transfer student from Durmstrang arnt yer?" asked the huge man as he approached.

"Yeah that's me" he replied.

"Well you'll be headin' over the lake with us then, follow me."

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny heard this exchange between Hagrid and the strange pale boy and began to wonder who he was exactly.

'Bet you 50 galleons he ends up in Slytherin," said Ginny," anyone who goes to Durmstrang is bound to be in Slytherin here."

"Whatever happens I can tell he's going to be trouble," retorted Ron scowling, he was still quite ticked off about being called a nark.

'Come on guys you can witch about the Goth later, lets just get a coach" said Hermione exasperatedly.

As he headed across the lake in a boat along with tree other first years, he stared up at the many turreted castle that was Hogwarts.

"Ooh, scary." He said sarcastically, receiving strange looks from the first years, but he ignored them. And personally he was quite impressed by the castle, Durmstrang had been intimidating and there was always a nasty chill in the air as if something sinister was underway, though of course, he thought savagely, as many others had told him, it was probably the only place that suited him.

As the boats landed at the small harbour at the other side of the lake and they made their way up to the castle he resumed fiddling with his earring and thinking about what he was going to do once he actually was enrolled in Hogwarts.

What was he going to say to him when he saw him?

Would he even remember him?

Would he even want to know him once he did remember?

He didn't know, he just didn't know.

He had left in such a hurry to get to Hogwarts he'd had no time to think of what to say when he got there at all.

Dammit, he thought, he'd just have to wing it.

By now they had reached the door to the Great hall and the giant-man had left them with a tight-lipped woman with raven hair tied back in a bun, she introduced herself as professor McGonagall.

"In a few minutes, you will pass through these doors and be sorted into your houses, and after you have been sorted you will join the rest of your house for the remainder of the feast, follow me." She opened the door and led them into the Great hall.

It was amazing, even he was impressed.

There were four long tables going up along the hall towards an important looking table on a raised platform on the other side of the hall.

McGonagall led them up to the platform where a stool with a battered wizard hat sitting on it.

"One by one, I will call your names, and you will come up here, I will place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses, Graham Allaw."

One by one, every first year was sorted into either Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin, everyone but him.

There was a mutter around the hall, who was this? He was older than a first year, much older...

"Your name is not on the list," said McGonagall suspiciously, eyeing him, she was sure she had never met him in her life but she had a strange feeling she'd seen those dark eyes and forbidding expression before somewhere.

"Minerva," said professor Dumbledore "he is an exchange student from Durmstrang, I must have neglected to put his name on the list."

"Oh, that's alright then," she said," Your name please"

"Pax." He replied clearly.

There were smirks all around the hall, did this guy know nothing?

"What a moron." One boy from the Ravenclaw table said.

"Shut it." Hissed Pax under his breath, he hated to be made fun of.

"Your full name please." Asked McGonagall again.

It was then that Severus looked up at the boy standing in front of Minerva for the first time.

He recognised him immediately.

But it couldn't be, could it? It had been so long ago, and after all this time...

Pax sighed reluctantly, he was always asked to say his full name, and he hated it.

"Pax Snape." He said loud enough for the entire hall to hear.

There was a low rumble around the hall, there were gasps and muttering and much conferring with the people next to them.

Severus had his face in his hands, it was him.

After ten years, Pax, his son, had returned.