Hi guys sorry for a late update. I'm getting a little suck on how to write the story but I won't stop writing

Oh big shout out to my helpers Jess and Alex

Also I think I forgot to write a disclaimer sooo

All characters belong to David shore and J.K Rowling.

Also please review if you're reading this it's my first story so constructive criticism would be a big help.

Chapter 2.

Greg stood in his room watching his alarm clock tick by. It was 11:57am

Today was July 1st and Greg knew that at any moment there was going to be a knock at his parent's front door. The suspense was killing him.

He was being stupid really, maybe this wasn't real, and maybe he had dreamed the letter.

At that thought Greg walked over to his desk and looked down at the draw, he held his breath and slowly pulled it open.

There before him, his Hogwarts letter stared back. No, this wasn't dream, how could it be? Greg was just not a normal boy and this school was going to show him how to control his "weirdness" as his father called it.

Greg's father wasn't a bright man; he had worked for the army all his life and believed in strict discipline, strongly. When Greg started to show signs of "odd" behaviour, like the day he "disappeared" from the bathroom. John House had simply put it down to the boy climbing out of the window and running to the local library. After all there was always a logical reason. After that he watched Greg very closely, and made sure every time Greg stepped out of line he was swiftly punished.

Greg paced around his room, trying to distract his mind from the fact that he still hadn't informed his parents of the teacher about to arrive.

He was planning on telling them, but the words never seemed to come out of his mouth. He almost told his mother, but chickened out in the end. What was he suppose to say? "Hey mum and dad, I'm a wizard and I am going to a magical boarding school that's going to teach me all about magic!" Greg laughed aloud to himself; it just wouldn't work if they were going to find out from him, they just wouldn't believe it, better it be from a teacher then their ten year old son.

Greg sat down on his bed and tried to imagine what Hogwarts was like. He couldn't wait to meet other children who were like him. The kids at Greg's school didn't seem to like him much, he never really knew why, yes he was smarter than most of them, opting for a book over a basketball game, but even the other smart kids seemed to avoid him. He was an outsider.

But that was just life for Greg. Where ever he went he never felt like he really belonged, even to his own parents, he was a stranger. Greg had even started to notice that he didn't even share any of his mother or father's looks.

At age ten Greg was skinny for his age, not starved looking but just scrawny. His hair was raven black hair which was odd, as both of his parents were brunettes. His hair was wild sticking out at odd angles, no matter how much he tried to comb his hair it just always looked messy. His father's solution to this was to buzz cut his hair every month, his hair would stay short for almost a week before growing back again. This made his father furious. John would always yell at his son and say that he was a freak! A weirdo! For something out that was out of his control.

But maybe going to Hogwarts he could make some friends who were like him. Maybe I won't be so alone for once Greg thought happily.

A loud bang interrupted his deep thoughts. Greg felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him and jumped up in surprise. He then heard the sounds of his father asking his mother to answer the door.

Greg as silently as he could creaked open his bedroom door to listen at the crack.

"Blythe who is it?" John demanded.

"Err… John dear I think you should come here a moment"

The sounds of his father standing up and stomping to the door were heard, before a gruff voice asked "Who the hell are you? And what are you wearing?"

Greg couldn't quite hear what the person at the door was saying it was a little muffled, but he was fairly sure it was a man's voice. A few seconds later, John began to get very mad at the man. "Are you insane? My son isn't going to any sort of school!"

Whilst they had been speaking, Greg had slowly sneaked out of his room, trying to soften the sounds of his footsteps against the floorboards, and was now standing at the top of the stairs. He could now hear what the other man was saying.

"I think you will find that your son will be going to our school, no matter how much you shout. Now, how about we ask your son about the letter he so stupidly failed to tell you about."

That's odd thought Greg He sounds British.

John House was almost ready to explode before Blythe called for Greg.

"Gregory. Will you please come down stairs, right now!"

Greg took a deep breath and quickly ran back to his room grabbing his Hogwarts letter. He then as calmly and as innocently as he could muster, walked down the stairs to face the music.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs Greg turned to the front door where a very tall man stood.

He was wearing a very odd black cloak that made the man look even more intimidating. Greg looked up and saw that the man had long dark black hair that fell to his shoulders. His nose was crooked and very large. He slowly looked into his piercing black eyes and was for a split second met with a flicker of recognition and curiosity from the eyes of the daunting man. But as quick as it had come it was gone in a split second, leaving Greg curious as to the meaning of the look in the man's eyes.

Greg turned away from the man to his mother, "Yes mum?" Blythe looked down at her son disappointment clearly on her face. "Greg this man says you're going to some school and you have a letter to prove it"

"Yes mum I do have the letter, but I didn't know how to tell you" Greg lied.

Well it wasn't really a lie, but he couldn't just say in front of everyone that he was afraid that his father would go mental at him if he found out he was a wizard. Well looks like he's going to find out now Greg thought sadly.

The man looked down at Greg. "I'll be needing that letter please, Mr House". Greg frowned but slowly handed it over to the man who had now stepped into the House instead of standing out in the doorway. The mysterious man barely glanced at the letter before handing it to John Who snatched it from the man's hands; there was a thick tension in the air as john silently read the letter. Greg tried not look scared but felt he was failing miserably since he could feel beads of sweat running down his face.

After a very tense two minutes John look up at his son, and displayed a rare smile in his direction. "Gregory this brilliant, I didn't know you applied for this school" John said

As far as confused looks go, Greg was a clear winner. He stared dumbly at his father and tried to understand what he meant. John handed the letter to his wife who after reading it in much shorter time smiled brightly at her young son.

"Well done Greg this is great news but you should have told us earlier, your suppose to be leaving in one month's time"

The tall man turned to woman and said politely "I'm glad to see you're pleased on your son's acceptance to Britain's finniest military academe"

Greg mouth dropped open, he was about to start protesting but was cut off but the man. "He will of cause need to come with me to collect his schooling supplies, it' a old traditions at the academe".

John House puffed his chest out proudly "why of cause, Greg go get your jacket!" Greg didn't think twice and bottled up his stairs to his room and then ran back down making it in just less than five seconds.

"I shall have him back no later than five O'clock" The man said turning to give John a short nod.

John smiled "sure sure get what you need" while he was saying this he handed the man a large pile of notes from his wallet.

The man smiled pocketing the money, he then turned to Greg "Mr House you will follow me now" Greg stared at the man for a moment before following the man out the door shutting it behind them.

They made it down the front gate until Greg could no longer stay quite

"Why did you lie?"

"How did you change the letter?"

"What are you wearing?"

These questions came out in conjoined stutter before the tall man had had enough.

"Silence!" Greg looked put out but decided to try again. "at least tell me who you are?"

The man looked at him coldly in the face "my name is Professor Severus Snape, and you will refer to me as Sir".

Snape then pulled out an old looking Yo Yo from his large cloak. "Touch the edge of the Yo Yo" Snape ordered. Greg just stared but decided this "Professor" wasn't joking around.

He did as he was told and Suddenly Before he knew what was happening Gregory House had once again disappeared from his childhood home.

Yeah hopefully things are getting interesting now