Pax stared around the hall, many people were wide eyed and disbelieving, even the teachers.
He walked up to the stool and the sorting hat was placed on his head and it wasn't long before it delivered its verdict.
"SLYTHERIN!!"
But there was no cheering and there was no applause, just, silence.
All eyes were on him.
He felt like running, running anywhere as long as he was far away from there.
But he got up and walked over to the Slytherin table, immediately the whole of the two benches at the end of the table shifted up so he was utterly alone at the end.
The feast began but he ate very little, not feeling like he could stomach anything.
He hated the looks he was getting from the all the others students, even when he glared at them for staring they only continued to stare and mutter to their neighbour.
He looked away from the peering eyes and looked up at the staff table.
The white bearded man sitting in the chair that resembled a throne must be the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore; he had been the person who had given him permission to transfer to Hogwarts. Then on his left sat McGonagall, she also kept glancing up at him but at least she least she had the decency to look away when she realised that he knew he was being watched.
But then his eyes fell on the man sitting on Dumbledore's right.
He was also looking at him, but he didn't turn away.
Their eyes locked, and he knew him.
He had always known him.
"Father..." Pax whispered.
Severus's eyes widened, and he looked away from the boy, who was almost a mirror image of himself, Father he had called him, Father.