Most Characters will be OC.
Third person perspective…
Severus Snape a rather terrifying man when children were concerned, spent the duration of the sorting ceremony surveying the hall. A lot had changed over the previous two years: Harry Potter had arrived at the school what felt like a life time had only been a mere 24 months not factoring in the term time, school break divide; two defence against the dark arts teachers were no more, and Snape knew this year was not going to be any different. It was not until the fourth scan of the hall, his gaze fell upon the golden trio, Weasley and Potter were simultaneously shovelling food in their mouths and talking obnoxiously loudly. However, what had grabbed his attention was Granger, her hair appeared darker bordering on black and she sat slightly further way than her male counterparts, slowly flicking through the Daily Prophet, Severus shook his head, Gryffindor was not his problem and childish squabbling was none of his concern.
Hermione sat not listening to the conversations or sorting ceremony which was currently not taking place, for the first time since entering Hogwarts she didn't feel quite like she was at home, everything seemed different Harry and Ron were once again not talking to her, but this had rubbed off on the whole Weasley clan, none of them would acknowledge her existence. She felt lonely Hogwarts was better than home she didn't want to think about her homelife she had yet to inform anyone including Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall of the death of her parents. They had been killed in a car crash almost two years previously during the Christmas break she had immediately been transferred into the care of her paternal grandparents whom she had never meet as they did not agree with their son's choice of bride, she hated them with such passion a year and a half ago they discovered she was a witch and had made her life a living hell partially due to their strict religious beliefs.
She didn't know what to do, she felt so alone, and so low, maybe she could move far away from this life. She could runaway not practice magic until the trace was broken on her 17th Birthday, she had taken to writing down her thoughts and feels, writing to her parents the angry times, painfilled times and her limited happy times. She knew tonight would be a long night she had yet to complete her summer prep work, she was waiting for the opportunity to sneak to the library to work through the night, it wasn't hard to work out the patrolling schedules it was the sly side of her personality that her parents had commented on since she was small.
Severus paid no mind to the passing students cowering slightly as he passed, he wanted to return to his quarters as soon as possible to be with his wife Bellatrix, Bella had calmed down since her teenage years and betrothal to the older Lestrange brother, Severus had swallowed his pride and asked for Bellatrix's hand before she was able to make any unbreakable vow with that halfwit. They had now been marriage for nearly 16 years, they had marriage straight out of school and he had managed to keep his beloved away from the Dark Lord, he refused to entertain the idea that Bella could ever go to Azkaban. Unfortunately, it was a quarter after midnight when he finally arrived back to his room, the baby snakes were terrifying one young girl cried for hours as all her family were Gryffindor's and she was convinced they would disown her with the encouragement of the rest of the house, a haste letter home and even going to retrieve an older sibling of the girl she had finally settled down. Although, many believed him heartless he hated to see children upset it was merely a façade, himself and Bellatrix had lost a little girl many years ago and children were difficult for him to deal with he merely did what he would hope someone would have done with his daughter.
"Sev? … Is that you?" mumbled a sleepy Bellatrix, she had obviously just fallen to sleep as her mane of hair was its usual mess and not the tangle of knots which occurred after she had fallen asleep.
"Do other men often enter my chamber love?" Severus chuckled his signature smirked etched on his face. Bellatrix flipped over suddenly and playfully glared she loved to see her husband so relaxed, the welcoming feast was the only night she did not sit by his side at dinner, she had arrived late due to family drama and was unable to take her place at the table as joint defence against the dark arts teacher along with Remus Lupin, she was instructing half of the curriculum splitting the thirty hours of teaching between them, she would obviously taken on the extra hours when he was ill.
"How was your night, I finally got Narcissa to calm down how can one woman have a melt down over a ripped dress, I believe my sister forgets she is a witch sometimes."
"Long…. A poor eleven-year-old completely broke down after being sorted into our house, it has taken me all this time to calm her, she looked so lost. Furthermore, a child I wouldn't usual notice caught my eye, she appears different more withdrawn, but I feel it is none of my business as she is in Gryffindor." Severus sighed at times he hated being a spy, it made him unapproachable and unable to help any child he wanted, his less than stellar upbringing was clouding his judgement.
"Who Sev? And How is she different? Maybe I could approach her if necessary, it's not as if I'm a head of house, yes, I'm deputy house mistress of Slytherin, but I do not have to hide my emotions like you must. Or I could ask Draco to watch out for her?" Bellatrix felt the same way in regard to children, she wanted to ensure their safety and help in anyway she could.
"Perhaps, Draco is a no go, the poor thing is a muggleborn and we both know how Lucius hates anyone less than Pureblood. We should quietly check this out quietly and see what we can find out."
