Emra
Snape
Chapter 2
The Sorting
"Hey, boys, it's time to go to the sorting," Severus said as he walked into their room. Emra and Draco nodded, and they left their home in the Potion's Master's quarters at Hogwarts.
Arriving at the Great Hall, the first years went to the room where the first years would be taken when they arrived. Ten minutes later, their classmates were led into the room by Professor McGonnagal.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. While here, your house will be like your family. There are four of them, and you will soon find out in which you belong. Gryffindor is for bravery, Ravenclaw is for cleverness, Hufflepuff is for loyalty, and Slytherin is for the cunning. Please wait here," the stern-looking woman then left the room, and it was soon overcome with whispered conversations.
"Why were you two already here?" a boy with blonde hair and green eyes asked. "The name's Terry Boot," he added quickly.
"We live here. I'm Emra Snape, and this is Draco Malfoy," he said quietly.
"That's right. Sev teaches potions, and my dad teaches Etiquette," Draco replied.
"Cool!" a voice exclaimed.
The three turned around to see a boy with dark brown hair and eyes.
"You are?" Emra asked politely.
"Justin Flich-Fletchy. It's nice to meet you," he introduced himself.
"You too."
"We are ready for you," Professor McGonagall interrupted their conversation as she walked back into the room.
She led them out into the Great Hall, where they were greeted by hundreds of students dressed in black robes, seated at one of four tables. In front of these tables was a horizontal one where the teachers were sitting. Directly in front of Professor Dumbledore's seat, in the center of the table was a stool, holding a rugged black hat.
The hat opened the brim to reveal a mouth and he began to sing.
"Oh,
you may not think I'm pretty
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll
each myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep
your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall
For I'm the
Hogwarts sorting hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing
hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on
and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in
Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve
and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in
Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient
Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old
Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and
learning
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in
Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use
any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be
afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I
have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
"When I call your name, please step up to be sorted into your houses," Professor McGonnagal ordered before beginning to read names off a scroll in her hands.
"Boot, Terry!" The blonde boy walked to the stool, and he sat there for several minutes before being sorted into Ravenclaw.
Justin was sorted into Hufflepuff, and Draco into Slytherin before she called for Harry Potter. The room instantly quiet. No one outside of the castle knew which professor Harry was raised by, but the students knew quite well, and most were, in fact, good friends with both him and Draco Malfoy. And those students all knew that you never called Emra Snape, Harry Potter. Headmaster Dumbledore knew that, but he never seemed to learn just what chaos Emra could cause.