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I watched as Minerva lead in the first years into the hall and watched the awe on their faces. You could automatically tell apart the muggleborns from the half-blood and pure-bloods as their awe was in greater volumes. She pulled out a stool and the sorting hat from within her pocket where they had been shrunk to fit and began calling out names. I spotted Draco and he went to flash a smile at me but then he remembered and pulled up the Malfoy mask. It's a shame he had to learn this but it was necessary. I soon noticed that the Weasley twins were trying to guess what house a person would be in based on their looks and name. Most of the guesses were right, surprisingly; not that I would ever say a thing like that. The youngest Weasley boy was sorted into Gryffindor, naturally. I noticed that a set of identical quadruplet girls were sorted one in each house and I knew they would be trouble as it was hard to tell who was who. When it was Draco's turn I prayed that he would get Slytherin which he did with the hat just barely touching his head. A few Ravenclaws, Slytherins and Hufflepuffs later and the name I had bean dreading was announced. Harry Potter. I had been looking for him the line of first years but I couldn't immediately spot him. When he came forward the hall fell silent. He was by far the smallest in the year (probably ever) and I could tell he was trying to hide a limp in his step. He was paler than parchment and looked to be stick thin. What was going on. Minerva had to transfigure the stool even smaller than it was just so he could climb on.
Almost 2 minutes went by and the hat still hadn't called out an answer. Everyone was beginning to become agitated when it at last shouted out...Slytherin. I was shocked to say the least. Why my house of all the houses. Why didn't he go to Gryffindor like everyone expected him to? Why was he small and thin? Why...? My thoughts trailed off as he walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. After a few words from Dumbledore the feast lay before everyone's eyes. I placed some chicken, peas and carrots onto my plate and spooned on some mash as well before pouring gravy on top. When I had eaten a few bites I looked over at my Slytherins and noticed that Harry wasn't eating at all. He was looking at everyone around him and watching them eat but before I could wonder about why he wasn't eating one of the older boys nearby gestured to the food and presumably told him to eat something. I watched as he carefully took a sausage from a nearby platter and take a small bite out of it. The way his eyes widened and lit up sparked a curiosity in me as he acted as if he had never tasted something as simple as a sausage before. I watched, again, as he took some more and a few potatoes. I went back to eating my meal but I glanced up again a few moments later and noticed him sliding a few sausages into his pockets. I was becoming more and more confused about this boy. By the time desert appeared I was thoroughly confused about the small boy. He had eaten nothing but sausages and a few potatoes. However he had eaten around a platter and half of sausages so at least he had eaten something. When desert came he ate almost at least one thing off of each platter and so I tried to put his eating down to not wanting proper food but sweets instead but my subconscious wouldn't believe it.

"I noticed that you have noticed him and most likely first" whispered Minerva from beside me "He is too small and thin to be healthy"
"Yes Minerva, I have noticed him. He does seem to be eating a rather strange meal and the way he eats the food is like he has never tasted it at all" I explained to her.
"Yes. I noticed how his eyes almost lit up just looking at the food let alone tasting it. Also he had to be told to eat before he started. You don't think...do you?" She didn't say it but I knew what she was thinking.
"In all honesty, I do. I began thinking it when he tried to cover up a bad limp when he walked up to be sorted"
"He is limping?" she almost shouted. I shushed her while nodding the affirmative. A scowl etched itself onto her face and she didn't speak another word all throughout dinner. By the end of dinner she had calmed down but she still looked angry. When Dumbledore had finished his announcements and dismissed everyone, I stood and exited the room through the teachers door (which was disguised as part of the wall). I beat my first year snakes to the Slytherin common room by around 5 minutes so I concealed myself in the shadows that surrounded the door outside in the corridor to watch. The prefects lead them downstairs and Draco wasn't far behind them (like I expected). Harry was the last one to reach the bottom of the stairs and I noticed a look of pain on his face. He was confusing me to no end. I had expected him to be spoilt rotten and the Gryffindor prince, exactly like his father in other words. He did have his fathers hair; but that was it. He was small and skinny whereas his father was tall and lanky yet built. Most of his features were Lily's; his enormous emerald coloured eyes were hers, he had the same shape of mouth as hers and he even had her nose and face shape. I desperately wished for him to be tall and lanky with an ego bigger than his heart and for him to be anything but a Slytherin. A Potter shouldn't be a snake. It just didn't fit in right with everything. Guaranteed, nothing was as it actually looked but then again, most people only see what they wish to see.
By now, the prefects had guided the first years into the common room and they were all gathered around the fire on the numerous settees available; except for Potter. He was sat on the floor the furthest away from the fire he could be without looking to have left the group. As I was stood behind them all they didn't hear me enter until I was stood in front of the fire.
"Settle down and stop the noise, now" I ordered them. My presence alone had quieted them but my order stopped them completely. "Thank you. My name is Professor Severus Snape. I am the head of house for Slytherin and I welcome you to your home for the next 7 years. The people around you will be your family and friend and maybe your enemy. While outside the Slytherin common room or dorms you are not permitted to show hatred or anger to another Slytherin. Inside, you may disagree to your hearts content; permitted I don't have to become involved. When I become involved, your arguments will always become petty. As for rules, you already know one of them; to keep all disputed between Slytherins inside the common room. If you are caught fighting with any member of any house you will be punished. If you are caught fighting with a Slytherin in the corridor, the punishment will be worse. Understand?" I had ranted and stressed this part to every Slytherin year I had taught and so far no one had second guessed it. That was the case now as they all gave a series of nods and let out an agreement of 'yes sir'. "First years have a bedtime of 8.30 pm" I carried on despite the chorus of groans "And lights out are at 9. Breakfast is at 7 am with classes starting at 8.05am. Lunch is served from 12.35pm until 2pm with lessons until 4.10pm. Dinner is from 5pm until 6.30pm and any time after that is free time. You will notice that you are allotted 5 minutes between each class. This is for bathroom breaks and to be able to travel between classrooms without missing the beginning of each class. Both witches and wizards constantly use magic throughout the day and their energy is constantly being used. To prevent depleting your magical core, you are to consume substances constantly. You young witches will find it appealing that you may eat a fair amount of food and will never gain weight. However, this is only if you eat balanced meals and snacks. If you place the tip of your wand against a desk in any classroom and state a piece of fruit or a brand of cereal, a portion of it will appear. Only dried cereal is allowed though as you still have to work while eating. You are allowed to order one portion in each class and if you try to get your classmates to use one of their portions for you, the kitchen elves will know as it's their magic that is ordering it. Once a day you are permitted to order a few pieces of chocolate or a few biscuits or any other unhealthy snack. This is to prevent low blood sugar and you passing out. Also, state a beverage such as a juice, milk or water and that shall appear. Now I feel like I have kept you here for too long as you still have to unpack and get ready for bed. All notices will be on the board in the corner opposite to the entrance and they will include a list of rules, the password for the week and many other messages. Off you go now to bed as it's and early morning to become used to the routine" I finally dismissed them all and with tired limbs they wearily climbed the stairs in order to find their dorms. I exited the common room hoping for a peaceful night.
Normally, I would have only briefly outlined the rules and told them to read them properly (on the notice board) before taking them to the medical wing for the start of year check up, but Professor Sprout had claimed the first week. Each year group is subjected to a check up by Poppy Pomfrey at the start of the year but it is mainly the first years as she records their basic functions (height, weight, appearance, health). It takes a week for each year in each house to be assessed so it can be up to 7 weeks before a 7th year if given a medical exam. This is what the heads of house are for; to look for the signs on illness or abuse and take them to Poppy if need be. I knew that Potter was one I should be looking out for but I honestly didn't want him to be different. I wanted him to be a Gryffindor with an ego bigger that the galaxy who was spoilt rotten. However, he was a shy, small, Slytherin who looked to skinny and in rags to be a pampered prince. While thinking about all of this is dressed for bed in my black silk pyjamas and allowed sleep to claim me.