Note: Welcome to the spin-off of Saved by Love!
I highly recommend you read that one first because this will make little sense if you don't, since I have *a lot* of original characters.
Now, in this we start in 2009, so let's review the ages:
Christopher Snape is 22 (*gasp* I know, right? When did THAT happen?),
Sophie Snape is 14,
Stephen Snape, Lily-Rose Snape and Lynne Weasley-Snape are 11,
Sirius Potter, Teddy Lupin and Gianah Weasley are 10,
Nikolai Granger-Snape is 7,
Scorpius and Lyra Malfoy and Luminara Granger-Snape will be 5 (in December 2009).
I can't believe I'm finally posting this, and I have to say I'm open to ideas – if you want to see these characters doing something just send me a message and (maybe) I'll write it!
I have the ending all written out, but some middle parts are (currently) missing.
This will be around 14 chapters long.
Hope you enjoy!
Hogsmeade
August 30th, 2009
It was a perfect summer afternoon, and six preteens enjoyed a day at the pool in the backyard of the Snapes' family home.
"Are you done packing, Lily?" asked Lynne Weasley-Snape, a beautiful green-eyed redheaded girl.
"Yes, Lynne. Finished this morning," replied Lily-Rose Snape, her dark hair tied up in a high ponytail, her purple eyes being protected by sunglasses, "I can't believe it's finally happening: we'll spend months away from home!"
"Oh, please," scoffed Stephen, Lily's twin brother, from inside the pool, shaking his ear-length dark hair which was still dripping from his last dive, "It's not like we're going somewhere new, sis. We've been going to Hogwarts all whole lives. And half our family will be there – a dad's the Headmaster, mum's one of the Mediwitches and the Head of Slytherin House, Nicholas assists the Charms and Transfiguration teachers, and James teaches Potions; also, Sophie is starting her fourth year."
"Still," said Lily, not letting her brother curb her excitement, "We'll be living there, not just visiting. We'll share rooms with strangers and learn to manage our own schedules!"
"Hm," Sirius Potter made a noncommittal noise, trying to hide his distress, "But we," he shared a glance with Edward Teddy Lupin, "won't be able to see you three for four months," his green eyes were fixed on Lily.
"A blessing really," murmured Gianah Black Weasley, a red-headed girl with light-blue eyes, who was lying down on a sunlounger.
"What was that, Weasley?" asked Stephen, looking at her through narrowed eyes.
"I said: it's a blessing, Snape!" she repeated loud enough for him to hear, but kept her eyes closed, not even bothering to look at him, "I'm glad I won't have to see your face for four glorious months!"
Stephen clenched his jaw, as he usually did whenever more than two words were exchanged between him and her.
"Is that so?" he scowled, folding his arms on the edge of the pool and looking at her with a challenge in his green eyes, "Or are you just jealous you're not going to Hogwarts this year?"
Gianah shook her head and scoffed, unaffected by his words, "As if. I'm too busy picturing my days without you around to be jealous of something I know I'll certainly have next year, Snape. And I'm certain we won't even have to share a common room then," she finished with a smirk.
Stephen smirked back, "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Weasley."
The redhead finally sat up and looked at him: "You're not a Slytherin, Snape. You have the soul of a Gryffindor," she said mockingly, adding with a shrug: "Your own mum's words, not mine."
"How do you know you won't end up in Gryffindor?" Stephen retorted.
Then all the preteens around the pool laughed.
"No way Gigi won't end up in the Slytherin House, brother," said Lily, tilting her head as she looked at him, "I'm honestly not sure about you though."
Stephen just glared at his sister and Gianah.
"We all know where you and Lynne will end up though," said Teddy Lupin, handing Lily-Rose a glass of strawberry juice, "The first Gryffindor Snapes."
"True," said Lily, smiling as she sipped her juice, "But both my parents have assured me they won't be mad about it. Mum said they've known I wouldn't get into Slytherin since I was a toddler."
Lynne nodded, "No problems with my dads either. Papa is very excited to see me in his House – so much so I actually fear ending up in Slytherin. And Dad says he doesn't care which House I end up."
"Maybe," said Gianah, her voice dripping sarcasm and her blue eyes glinting with mischief, "Stephen will be the first Hufflepuff in the family."
"Oy! My mum's a Hufflepuff!" complained Teddy.
"And your mum's awesome, Teddy," said Gianah, "But not all badgers are. Most are idiots."
Stephen glared at her, "You should be more careful, Weasley, I own a wand now."
"I've never needed a wand to hand you your arse, Snape," she retorted, glaring back at him, with a glowing hand pointing his way.
Stephen moved his hand, looking like he was about to do something stupid.
"Don't make me call mum, here, Stephen," Lily said, lowering her sunglasses and narrowing her eyes at her brother.
The boy shot a glare at his sister before turning to swim another lap.
"Soo... talking about wands," said Sirius, trying to diffuse the tension, "What did you get, Lily?"
"Mine's willow," she replied, "Pliable, twelve and a half inches, unicorn hair core."
"Willow?" asked Lynne, surprised, "I remember Uncle Chris saying that's an uncommon wood."
"Yes, it is," Lily smiled, "Very uncommon. According to Ollivander, mine's a wand for healing and non-verbal spellcasting. And it's got a beautiful handle. How about you, Lynne?"
"Beechwood, thirteen inches, pliable, unicorn hair too. It's so beautiful! Richly hued, slightly curved. Mr Ollivander said I must be wise for my age. Uncle Chris told me I'll be able to cast subtle and artistic spells."
"Wicked," said Gianah, impressed and a little jealous her friends had wands already.
"Hey, Stephen!" called Sirius, stopping his friend from submerging again, "What did you get?"
Stephen shook his head to dry his hair before replying: "Black walnut, fourteen inches, dragon heartstring, slightly pliable. Mr Ollivander said it's a great wand for spellcasting and transfiguration."
"Unfortunately, it can't cast you away from here," Gianah murmured, lying down on the sunlounger again.
Stephen glared at her but didn't reply, his mind focused on his most recent life-mission: getting sorted into Slytherin.
Two days later
Hogwarts Great Hall
Welcoming feast
"The first years are about to enter," announced Florence as she sat at the high table beside her husband, coming from the Ravenclaw table where she had stopped to talk to her daughter, Sophie.
"Good," Severus replied, "But I don't think we'll have any surprises tonight."
"Why's that, dad?" asked James, sitting beside his father, "Not even Stephen?"
"No, your brother's a Gryffindor," said Severus with certainty and Florence nodded beside him, adding in his mind:
The soul that once belonged to James Potter couldn't possibly end up in any other House.
"Yes," said Nicholas, sitting beside his twin brother, "I remember hearing you say many times that Stephen's got the soul of a Gryffindor. Care to explain?"
"No," said both Severus and Florence, choosing not to reveal the truth about their youngest kids' souls.
"Well, I'm still not convinced," said James, "Lily and Lynne we can all agree for sure will end up in Gryffindor. But Steph? Nah, I don't know; the Hat will have his work cut out with that one."
"Yeah, agreed," nodded Nick, letting out a sigh next: "Can't believe Lynne's eleven already..."
"Don't mention it, man," exhaled James, "Nikolai is seven! Luminara is four!"
Florence and Severus looked at them in mocking surprise.
"Wait- are you two talking about your kids' ages?" she gasped, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I bet they'd be rolling their eyes if they could hear you."
The twins smiled at her, accepting her teasing good-naturedly; then the Great Hall doors were opened and McGonagall, who still taught Transfiguration (even though she threatened to stop at least once a month), walked in, being followed by a group of about thirty kids.
"Gather here, first years!" she ordered, motioning an area in front of the high table.
Standing right in front of the group, Lily-Rose looked at her mother, father and brothers at the high table and waved discreetly.
Florence waved back, smiling at her and also at Stephen and Lynne.
Can't believe those three are here. She said to her husband.
Yes. Time flies... eleven years since the end of the war. Severus replied, picking up her left hand from the table and bringing it to his lips – a sign of affection the students had gotten used to seeing between their Headmaster and the Mediwitch.
The low sound of a sniffle was heard, and James looked at his twin brother with a sympathetic smile.
I get it, bro. This is freaking unbelievable; Lynne is about to begin her magical studies.
Yeah. Nick nodded. I still remember the night I found out Fred was expecting.
Ooh, so do I, man. James winced a little. Never before had I feared I'd die twice in one night.
Nicholas nodded and they heard McGonagall call the name of a student, starting the Sorting Ceremony.
After nearly half the first years had gone to their tables, McGonagall called:
"Snape, Lily-Rose."
The dark-haired, purple-eyed girl sat on the wooden stool and the Hat was placed on her head, almost immediately shouting: "Gryffindor!"
There was a collective gasp, followed by silence as the whole Great Hall seemed to hold in their breaths, looking at the Headmaster, anxiously waiting for his reaction; but Severus just smiled at his daughter, and Lily-Rose ran to the Gryffindor table.
Next, the name of her twin was called:
"Snape, Stephen."
And the boy sat on the stool, the Hat being placed on his head and falling silent for long minutes.
A hatstall? Florence frowned, What do you think is going on? Why would the Hat need all this time to sort Stephen?
No idea, but I don't like it. Replied Severus, frowning as well. There have been only a few hatstalls, McGonagall and Flitwick being the most famous ones.
No one spoke in the Great Hall as the Hat seemed to ponder what to do.
Finally, it nodded and spoke: "So be it: Slytherin!"
Florence looked at her husband, and they both knew something was up; they knew, without a doubt, that their son carried the soul of Gryffindor poster-boy James Potter, so what the hell had just happened?
