I'm just playing in JK Rowling's sandbox. Fair warning, this is my first fanfiction, and will probably not be the greatest. Reviews are much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Thoughts not spoken aloud
Severus Snape had always worked for Dumbledore. The greasy bat of the dungeons never wanted to be a Death Eater, but joined willingly after Dumbledore suggested that a spy on the inside would help further the cause of the Order of the Phoenix. He had loved Lily, but hated James and the Marauders due to the danger they had put him through on one Full Moon night. After the Dark Lord fell, Dumbledore vouched for Snape to the Ministry of Magic, though he neglected to tell them that it was him that made Snape become a Death Eater. Due to this, the Ministry forced Snape to work under Dumbledore, as no one else would hire a previous Death Eater with no riches to bribe the Ministry with. He worked as the Potions professor, and no matter what he did, Dumbledore would never allow him to teach anything else. He was completely surprised when an owl arrived in his bedroom a month before Hogwarts started.
"He wants me to come see him, in his office, a month before school starts…" Snape mumbled, not even sitting up in his bed. "I bet he wants me to have to deal with some muggle-borns parents. Of course, that would be the Light Lord's way of torturing me this summer. Last year it was brewing potions for Poppy, and the year before that it was re-charming the old Quidditch brooms.". Annoyed, Severus pulled back the dark green covers and went to his desk. He pulled out a quill and parchment, writing a reply to the so-called 'leader of the light' before tying it to the light brown owl. The owl looked up at Snape expectantly. "What do you want? No treats here. Go get Dumbledork to give you one." The owl gave him a dirty look before flying off through the window it had come through.
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"Good morning Professor Snape" Dumbledore greeted as Snape stepped through the fireplace into his office.
"Hello, Albus. You wanted to speak with me?" replied the dreary Severus Snape.
"Indeed I did. I wondered if you might check up on a soon-to-be student of yours, and deliver them their Hogwarts letter."
"Why me? Why not Minerva, or even Hagrid. Surely the big oaf has nothing better to do? What else would he be doing today, if not breeding some new menace for the Forbidden Forest," Snape grumbled as he took the letter from Albus's hand
"Minerva is visiting another student today, and Hagrid is in Diagon Alley on special assignment," Albus noted, eyes twinkling.
Severus glanced at the letter, slightly curious as to what little brat he would have to waste his day with. He was shocked as he read 'Harry Potter, Number four, Privet Drive, Cupboard Under the Stairs'. "You can't be serious... "
"I assure you, I am being completely serious. Who better to introduce him into the wizarding world than the man who was in love with his mother. Surely, you should be the one to tell him of his victory against the Dark Lord, seeing as you were one of his closest Death Eaters" Albus stated, eyes still twinkling annoyingly.
Severus sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with the senile old man. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder before stepping back into the fireplace, Flooing to the Leaky Cauldron.
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Dumbledore smiled at the man's lack of arguing. He had broken that man long ago, and soon he would have another pawn under his control. "I will mentor the boy, and he will be great, yes, great. But he will be under my power, and no one will say the name of the 'Boy-who-Lived' without mentioning the 'Leader of the Light'. And I will rule, for the Greater Good, of course," he talked to himself as he let down the glamour on Fawkes iron cage. The bird was silent as the bars reappeared. He had learned that the bars were never truly gone, and knew the pain that would come if he touched them. The portraits surrounding the office were silent as well, having a silencing spell placed upon them when Dumbledore first became Headmaster of Hogwarts. He would have taken them down, except for the permanent sticking charm placed upon the frames. Dumbledore walked to the shelf, reorganizing the small spying tools disguised as knickknacks, and picked up the aged Sorting Hat, placing it upon his head.
Headmaster, the Sorting Hat spoke to Dumbledore's mind.
Are you ready for the new school year? Dumbledore thought before continuing, I have the list of incoming students, as well as the suggested houses. I hope this year you follow the list appropriately, and that we don't have any issues as we did two years ago with the Weasley twins.
Of course not Headmaster.
Good. Now, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor…