The Second Generation
Disclaimer: See Chapter one
The snack cart came a few hours later and they changed into their robes.
"So what house do you think you'll be in? I mean your mum is Head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration teacher, and your dad is Head of Slytherin and Potion's Master." Malfoy said.
"I don't know," Marcus replied. "What about you? Slytherin I suppose."
"Yep, probably."
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The train slowed and came to a stop and everyone got off.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here! C'mon, follow me. Any more firs' years? Mind your step now. Firs' years follow me!" came the voice of the half giant Gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures techer, Rubeus Hagrid.
They got into the boats and sailed acrossed the lake.
It was relaxing, watching the water. A tenticle came out of the water and waved at them.
"Giant squid," Marcus told Malfoy "Dad told me about it."
"Neat."
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They were lead to the antechamber of the hall. Marcus and Malfoy just stood there until his mother came for them. She smiled at him and lead them into the hall. The sorting hat sat on its stool.
She called first year after first year.
"Malfoy, Johnathan." Malfoy put the hat on.
"SLYTHERIN!" it shouted.
"Obvious." Marcus muttered. Finally it was is turn.
"Snape, Marcus." there was a mumur around the hall. Snape, SNAPE! He has a son?
"Hmmmm..." the hat said in his ear. "Snape, Snape. That's interesting. Courage, talent, brains, cunning, oh yes. Wait, what's this? A parslemouth? That's very interesting indeed. Marcus knew this, but he had never told anyone. "Thirsty to prove yourself to your father eh? Well you'd best be suited for..."
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled. Marcus looked at his father who gave him a small nod of approval. Marcus sat down next to Malfoy. Dumbledore stood.
"I would like to give a few start of term notices. First years note the Forbidden Forest is, well forbidden. Tuck in." Food appeared on the plates and they did so.