All students entering Hogwarts now seem to think joining Gryffindor was the trend. There were hordes and hordes of those brats in school now; those who didn't were considered 'losers' ('Muggle terms ruling the roost, God save us').No wonder McGonagall has a lot of silver hairs now.
"Honestly Mister Thomas," she snapped at a little boy with dirty blond hair and a necklace of Butterbeer corks hidden beneath his robes,"There is nothing wrong in you being sorted in Ravenclaw. That was where your mother was too. Now get back and let me return to work."
So it came as a terrible surprise for him when Potter's second son was sorted in
"Slytherin, Dilys!" called out Violet whose hair was hay-wire,she had apparently flitted in all the way to pass on this gossip."I saw it with my own eyes!"
"How does he look?" Dilys asked eagerly.
"He's got black hair,but it's not a rat's nest like James; he's got it all combed neatly. He's not wearing glasses and I could see even from there, he's got green eyes, like Harry."
"You never told us his name?" queried an eager Dumbledore.
"You'll love it!" she whispered,and paused for dramatic effect, stealing a glance at Snape.
"Well," drawled Phineas,failing horribly to disguise his enthusiasm.
"Potter," she announced.
"I have surmised that much, thanks," sneered Snape.
"Albus Severus."she completed.
"Excuse me, I'd prefer to be called Snape," he snapped coldly.
"No," she said and flashed a maddening grin at him. "Harry named his son Albus Severus Potter. After you."
No amount of Occlumency could have prepared him for this. His mouth was wide open in shock and he was frozen to the spot. That is, until he heard quiet sobbing issuing from Dumbledore's portrait. His lips curled into a familiar sneer and his hands flew to his hips.
"What does he think he's playing at, huh? James Sirius Potter is still going to be punished. I'll see to it!"