Letterorum Incedet

By Angelis-Sensei

Chapter 5:

In Which Things Change for the Worse

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A Snape in Gryffindor? Was that even possible? What's the world coming to! Even if he used to be Harry Potter….

Luke couldn't believe what just happened. He glared at his father, huffing, walking to his seat by Ron and Hermione, ignoring Ron's disgusted look.

"I'm sorry, Ron," he tried, looking at his redheaded friend.

Instantly, Ron sighed and patted his best mate's back. "It's okay."

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Confronting his friends had been the hardest thing to do. But… why had the Hat placed him back into Gryffindor! He clearly remembered the hat telling him that he should have been in Slytherin the last times he asked. Luke didn't want to be in Gryffindor -- he would have done anything to be in a different house.

It was his friends that bugged him. They didn't quite appreciate that Luke's nature was changing. He was getting so much more sarcastic, secretive, and paranoid. Quite the Slytherin traits, he thought. He remembered what the Hat had told him this time:

"Ah, it seems that you know who you really are now. And what's this…. It can't be," it paused, disbelieving. Then, "It seems as if I made the appropriate choice in placing you in… GRYFFINDOR!"

What was it that had made the Sorting Hat chose Gryffindor again? He tugged on his slicked hair, still not wanting to accept that he was still in the house he was so shunned in, now.

Before, (well, except when the rumour of him being an Heir of Slytherin) he had always been accepted by the majority of the Gryffindors beforehand. However, now that they knew that he was going to willingly become their most hated teacher's son, they began to pick on him.

It became a habit to sneak back into the common room quick enough to slip into bed and get to sleep. Luke had to begin setting a personal alarm that would wake him up before the other Gryffindors would have a chance to pick on him before he went down to breakfast.

Ron had taken to accusing Luke of killing Harry -his friend- and come in his place. Hermione tried to reason at first, but after Luke accidentally called her a Mudblood, she too began to glare at him. It seemed as though no one liked him for who he was. It had apparently all been for the fame that they had been friends with him. It truly saddened Luke to realise that. Before, they had told him they'd do anything for him. Even though he'd almost killed them all, he had managed to defeat the Dark Lord the time in the Ministry. Now, Luke started to stay in the library or go down to his father's rooms to study or practice spells. All just to get away from his supposed "friends".

With a start, Luke felt a sudden pain shudder through him. It was just as bad as when the Dark Lord first rose back in his fourth year. Perhaps he was returning? The Dark Lord would have, of course, survived due to his Horcruxes not being destroyed. The thing that he hadn't known about before his "trip" down to the Ministry the year before.

Sinking to the floor, Luke clutched his forehead, whimpering slightly. Feeling something wet, he lifted one of his hands away from his scar and examined it. There was blood all over his hand! Not knowing what he should do, he stumbled down to his father's rooms in the dungeons.

When he got there, the pain began to ease up -- what a relief that was. Knocking on the door as he entered, he was shocked to find his father talking to what looked like another Death Eater. He stood still, stunned at what his father might have been doing.

As the figure in the black robes turned, Luke dawned upon knowledge of who this truly was.

To Be Continued…