A Little Help from a Snake // Tomarry

5: Severus Snape

Reposted: July 6, 2021

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Last edited: March 14, 2022

Okay, I think I have first year sorted out. Get it, "sorted"? Ha ha... I'll leave now...

In the midst of the shock, Harry calmly went and took a seat at the Slytherin table. The girl sitting next to him, who Harry recognized from Madam Malkin's, nodded to him in a daze.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall Sorted the remaining students, ending with Blaise Zabini in Slytherin, and Dumbledore stood up.

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

There was scattered applause; most of the students were still staring at Harry. Many jumped as food appeared on the dishes in front of them and began piling it onto their plates.

"Harry Potter in Slytherin," Pansy remarked as she did the same. "That's quite a twist, isn't it?"

"No," Harry replied, smirking with amusement.

"Do you have the scar?" an older student asked.

"If I didn't, I'd be worried," Harry said, but he made no move to push his hair away to show it.

When it became clear he wasn't going to say anymore, the Slytherins turned back to their food. While they chatted among themselves, Harry let his eyes wander to the other tables.

Several students were glancing his way curiously, only to avert their eyes when they saw he was looking.

Over at the Gryffindor table, a ghost with a ruff was pulling at his ear, causing his head to detach. Fred and George were talking to a boy with dreadlocks; George caught his gaze and grinned before turning back to his friend. An older redhead, presumably Percy, was speaking to a very eager Hermione. Ron, Neville, and a sandy-haired boy seemed to be in a discussion.

Dessert was served not long after, and after helping himself to a treacle tart, Harry looked up at the High Table. Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore were talking to each other. A man wearing a turban was conversing with a greasy-haired, hooked-nose teacher.

The hook-nosed teacher suddenly looked past the one with the turban and straight into Harry's eyes. The teacher didn't like Harry very much if his expression was anything to go by, but Harry couldn't think of any reason as to why.

"Draco, who's that?"

"The dark-haired one? That's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions. He's also my godfather."

"I see." Harry recognized the name. Azure had told him he had gotten his masters in potions at age twenty-one, making him the youngest potions master. She clearly had a lot of respect and awe for him, and Harry was inclined to share it.

The desserts disappeared, and Dumbledore addresses the students once more

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." He was looking at the Weasley twins when he said this.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."