Hey guys! How are you?! I've just been doing these. I'm not gonna wait to write them all, cause then I'll never post. So, here is another pov, Severus' this time!
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The sorting was in full swing. Severus hadn't really cared enough to pay attention in previous years, but this was the year his son would be sorted.
His breath caught when he was called up, looking like a small James Potter. He wasn't close enough to see them, but he knew that the boy shared his wife's eyes. He wasn't sure what he would do when he met him eye to eye. He'd deal with that when he got to it.
The boy he stood with looked familiar, but Severus couldn't figure out how. He nudged Severus' son and grinned. It was so familiar.
When Harry was sorted into Slytherin, Severus was both horrified and pleased. With the war at his heels and the questionable allegiance of the other Slytherin children given their parentage, it was terrifying to think of his son so close to danger. But then, he was so proud of his son, getting into his house in the end.
Severus kept his eye on Harry until Ron Weasley's name was called.
It was a glance, but that was all it took for him to recognize the boy.
He looked exactly like Willow. A bit skinnier, and his robes looked secondhand, but that was him.
The boy slowly moved to the stool, the same look of apprehension on his face as Willow had when they were sorted, all those years ago.
Severus felt his stomach drop at the sight, knowing that it was his fault Willow died. If he had been a better friend, Sirius may never have become unhinged and killed Willow.
He can't think about that now. The small Willow lookalike was looking at him. He forced his face to relax.
The boy even talked to the hat out loud like Willow had.
Severus watched from within the dwindling crowd of first years as his best friends were sorted. Lily looked happy at her new table; red and gold looked beautiful on her.
Willow was muttering at the hat and earning quite a few snickers from the other student.
Severus couldn't see his eyes, but he could make out the frown and the grimace on his best friend's face.
And when the house was called, Severus saw the absolute horror fighting the smile on his face.
Severus watched the boy with a frown. He couldn't see his face, the boy's back to the teacher's table, but he could see the stiffness to his shoulders.
And when he heard the house called, he let himself relax truly. Willow was a Slytherin through and through—this couldn't be some kind of reincarnation or anything like that.
The boy made his way to the Gryffindor table with a notable slouch to his shoulders.
He was going to dismiss him entirely, but then the boy grinned at the Slytherin table and waved, and his son grinned and waved back. The blonde boy that he knew as a Malfoy waved pathetically back.
And Severus found himself glaring at the Willow clone once more. What were the chances of a Slytherin/Slytherin/Gryffindor friendship happening again like this?
He was going to keep an eye on that boy.
There you go. I was writing Ron's pov, when I was like, I wonder why Severus reacted that way. So I wrote it.
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Mars