Chapter 52: New Generation Sorting

{A/N: What gave you the idea that the story is over?...I never said it was complete...as for the future all I can say is good things come to those who wait...}

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Train Car, The Hogwarts Express, Wizarding World...

Phaeron had been enjoying much of the view in his relative solitude when the door to his car opened and the strange looking flashy boy who's father had green eyes appeared. His hair had been dark and messy like his fathers and he seemed to be sizing up the raven haired boy reading his Shakespeare in silence. The Potter boy had been bigger than Phaeron in terms of appearance and seemingly high on energy. His dark eyes scanned the room and the smaller boy inside as a wide grin spread across his smug little face.

"Well..." said James Potter still with the grin, "You must be Snape."

Phaeron arched an eyebrow at this strange and overly annoying boy.

"You must be Potter." he spat with contempt though he had not known why.

He had only just met the boy but for some reason the very sight of him made his blood boil in his veins.

"I came to put you on notice Snape, my dad is Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world." said James proudly.

"Really?" asked Phaeron in an utterly sarcastic tone. "I would never have guessed with the hair and all."

James bristled at this.

"You watch yourself Snape." he growled. "Should you end up in Slytherin you got trouble coming."

"I quiver with fear." replied Phaeron in a bored tone.

He turned his attention back to his book.

Suddenly two more boys showed up.

"This runt giving you trouble JP?" asked one of the bigger boys with wild eyes as he glared at Phaeron.

James smirked wickedly at the raven haired wizard who remained unaffected.

"Not just yet, Kyle." he said easing his burly friend back.

The other boy looking more frightful than intimidating simply stood without saying a word. His blue eyes still wide with fear as he looked upon Phaeron. He had not been much to look at unlike the clearly defacto leader Potter and the other burly looking blond haired boy with brown eyes. The blue eyed boy had been lean and jittery with short brown hair.

"Alright Cameron let's go." said James. "I think he got the message."

Phaeron simply rolled his eyes.

"If the message was that I am to be accosted by two fools and one show-off then yes I read you loud and clear." he said in the same bored tone.

The burly boy had been enraged by this comment. Showing he had nothing much in the way of intellect he attempted to attack the wand ready Phaeron who landed him on his backside before he could open his mouth to express his rage.

James drew his wand and Phaeron once again proved just how quick he was on the draw. Before Potter could cast a curse he was feeling the effects of two hexes from the young raven haired wizard's wand. One stinging and the other made boils appear on his face causing him to run from the room in terror. The blue eyed Cameron simply trembled at the sight of the Phaeron all the while noting his graceful movements.

With all three annoying boys now thinking twice about approaching him again, Phaeron sat back down to enjoy his book. He could have told them his mother trained him to be faster than any other when it came to casting hexes and spells, she told him it was the difference between life and death and he had to know if he wanted to attend Hogwarts where anything could happen. The boy simply attributed it to her traumas from the war, the loss of his father, and her own experiences with battle.

None the less, he took her teachings to heart though he hoped war didn't break out while he attended the school. It was enough just hearing how horrible the last one had been.

Phaeron got back to Hamlet and enjoying the rest of his toffee nut bar undisturbed. He had drawn first blood so to speak in what would be a long standing war with fellow student James Potter. Most surprisingly, he had not cared that he earned the flashy little imp's ire. Harry Potter's son or not he was a pompous prat strutting about like he was Merlin himself when he hardly knew how to wield a wand.

With a scoff of disgust Phaeron Snape continued his reading not giving James Sirius Potter a second thought for the time being.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Wizarding World...

The halls of Hogwarts had been much larger and more grand than Phaeron had envisioned as he sat thinking up all the possibilities the school held in promise. He made his way toward the great hall like all the others not at all nervous about his up coming sorting as he donned the usual black crestless robes, white shirt, and black tie that every student wore before being sorted.

As he made his way into the hall whispers had been abound from Portraits and ghosts to students and staff as he waited to be called. He got a look at the old Headmaster for the first time. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore stood before the fresh new faces that filed into the hall with a pleasant smile upon his aged face. While he had not changed much in a little over ten years he seemed to grow more patient and took time to know his students as opposed to being biased and uncaring.

Professor Minerva McGonagall had called student after student to come and sit in the chair for their sorting. She placed the talking hat atop of their heads and watched as they were put into their rightful houses.

"Phaeron Severus Sebastian Snape." she called.

Gasps filled the room and every one grew silent as if holding a breath. Draco Malfoy, now Professor Malfoy and Head of Slytherin house looked at his god-brother with a proud smile. He had been dressed in his usual teaching robes with the Slytherin crest. His sleek blond hair still short as per his preference. He had looked too much like his father to ever consider letting it grow out. It had been sort of running joke between the two of them.

Professor McGonagall held the sorting hat knowing full well which house the boy would be sorted into even before he sat down. Just as she knew what it would be for his late father.

"Hmmmm." said the talking hat. "It's been a long time since anyone with intellect of this caliber has sat in this chair...you possess great intelligence...but your also brave...there is unyielding loyalty in you...and cunning..."

Phaeron simply sat quietly as the hat went on.

"Hmmm." said the hat once more. "Loads of potential...self-preservation is quite a thing for you...but then it should be considering who your father is...what's a Snape without the snake?...better be...SLYTHERIN!"

Phaeron smirked looking over at Draco and made his way over toward the Slytherin table. Almost immediately everyone stood on their feet and gave him a respective bow. He took his seat with an arched eyebrow and they seated themselves.

"Was there ever any doubt?" said Draco to Flitwick.

The Charms Professor simply shook his head and clapped for the young Slytherin. As with the boy's father before him, Flitwick thought a Snape would be a wonderful addition to Ravenclaw. Severus Snape's vast Intellect proved to be what made it possible for them to win the Second wizarding war. There was no doubt that Phaeron possessed either a similar intellect or a superior one.

The obsidian eyes of Phaeron Snape glinted in malice as James Sirius Potter took his seat in the chair.

Before Professor McGonagall could place the hat atop his head it simply called out...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Phaeron rolled his eyes. Though his mother had been from Gryffindor house, he never really like the idea of it. He was more than glad to represent Slytherin like his father, god-father and god-brother before him. Of course he was also told his grandmother on his father's side was a Slytherin as well.

James Sirius Potter and his pea-brained pals were all in Gryffindor house. It was shaping up to be a pretty interesting first year, and they hadn't even started their first classes yet.