Eleanor Potter and the Philosophers Stone
By Sophie Hunter
Disclaimer – The story and characters of Harry Potter belong to a one J.K Rowling; not me however much I wish other wise.
A/N: I apologise for the wait. School's been a bit hectic with coursework and mocks. Sorry!
A small happy fire crackled away in the hearth of the dark room making a complete opposite of the man in the armchair facing it. His lank black hair fell into his face obscuring it slightly, his tall body hunched over a small picture.
The picture was of a beautiful young woman with long red hair and beautiful green eyes. The woman giggled in her graduation robes twirling around every so often and even though it was not in his nature he gave a small chuckle when she fell over mid twirl, coming up ruffled and red.
Merlin! What ever was he going to do when her daughter came to Hogwarts? He had tried to block out all thoughts of her these past years and was doing a jolly good job of it until he had seen her letter today. Dumbledore had wanted to discus with him the amount of potions needed for the infirmary, (like usual, Severus didn't understand why he needed a meeting, the amount of potions needed were the same every year). While waiting in the office he saw the magic quill which wrote all the Hogwarts letters out. Ever since he had first seen it seven years ago he was fascinated by it: he had always assumed they were written out by hand. It was a large ornate black quill with flecks of the four houses colours in it. When he asked Dumbledore about how it worked he just gave Severus a small smile and confessed he didn't know how it worked himself. Dumbledore explained that he assumed that it had some sort of magical radar in which located all children aged 11-17 who had enough magical power in them to be selected for Hogwarts. As he walked over to it he watched (though his face would never show it) with bemusement, as the quill wrote out the name Neville Longbottom. Ah! So the Longbottom child was to come to Hogwarts this year. Even though his parents had been great wizards he had heard the child was nothing, almost a squib. He sighed wondering how many cauldrons would be destroyed due to him. The quill moved onto another piece of parchment and Severus looked down and followed the name, 'E…L…E…A…N…O…R ... P…O…T…T…E…R'. He blanched suddenly all traces of his mask gone, she was coming! He heard a door behind him open and turned to see Dumbledore smiling cheerfully at him, he slowing shook his head and turned, sweeping out the room leaving a dumfounded headmaster wondering if his new fluorescent yellow and pink robes were too other the top for the dark young man.
Severus sighed. He had came straight down to his room and poured himself a large glass of firewiskey to came himself down. Sweet Circe! The girl-who-lived was coming to Hogwarts, Lily's little girl, he sneered, James' princess. He could imagine her now. Spoilt to the core, expecting everyone to get down on their knees and worship her. A mini female version of James. He for one was not going to act like some simpering fool and pet and praise her. No, he was going to show her no love. A little voice niggled at the back of his mind telling him that she was only a little girl but he quickly blocked it out. The voice cut through his dark thoughts with a, 'its Lily's daughter too'. This stopped him in his tracks, Lily's daughter. Would she retain any thing of her mother? The image of a female James became replaced with a little Lily. He smiled fondly at the thought of being able to have a little part of Lily back, running around Hogwarts again, even if it was in the form of James Potter's child.
For Lily's sake then he would keep an open mind, but he would not go round acting like some thankful puppy. He sighed pouring himself another glass of firewiskey. 'Damm conscience' he growled, 'sounds just like bloody Dumbledore'.
Eeek! I do take a long time in updating don't I, Sorry. Hopefully i will write again in the next month. Hopefully! Thanks for all the reivews!