So here is chapter two/one! This chapter goes from third person to first, Harry's POV. Harry as a child! Hope you enjoy! Also, The Sorting Hat's Song was written by and is owned by J. K. Rowling and yeah.
Clinging to his mother's leg, he hides behind her, scared in this dark castle that seemed too large to really exist. Every time they passed someone in the corridors, he hid further behind her, a terribly shy child. Because Harry was so young, he accompanied his mother and father to Hogwarts; well he did starting this year anyway. Lily was able to remain at home for an extended time past her maternity leave, staying home with her young son. But for this term, she was asked to return and teach, she agreed at one condition, that she might bring along her child. Dumbledore, the gracious headmaster, easily and readily agreed.
And so, at the age of five, Harry is brought to the best school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lily was slightly nervous for her first day back as the Charms professor, she walks into her class room a moment late, the small, even for his age, boy stayed silent and hidden well enough that, until Lily pointed him out, no one had noticed he was there. Harry was sitting behind his mother's desk, following along with her students. Having Harry in class became an everyday thing, students walking in would greet him, and though he was still painfully shy, there were a few students he truly looked up to as elder brothers and sisters.
Every year James and Lily switched off whose class Harry would go to, so the next year Harry went to a Defense Against The Dark Arts lesson at only six. The students were surprised to walk into such a class and find such a small child. And so, as time went on, they alternated. Harry quickly became well-versed in both charms and Defense Against The Dark Arts. When Harry was eleven, the time between two terms, Harry decided to explore places he hadn't had the opportunity to see yet.
He makes sure to check all of the classrooms he would be in. After about an hour, the only place he didn't snoop around in yet was the dungeons. He knew he had to because he would be taking a Potions class, but it was the darkest place in the castle, with many of the ghosts who decided they hated the students but had nowhere else to go. So taking the moving stairs, that he was used to by now down and down, he explores. Taking multiple turns, he soon finds himself lost, not knowing where he was. Opening one of the many large doors, he steps in, entering the potions room (A/N: He doesn't realize this.) the door shuts behind him and he decides this room would be a good place to release tears of fear before continuing to search for a familiar corridor.
He curls up into one of the corners and sobs softly, he doesn't hear the door being opened or how the clicking of shoes bring a man in all black closer and closer to the soon to be first year. Harry only looks up when he feels a large, warm hand on his shoulder.
SSHP SSHP SSHP
Glancing up, I can't see anything past the blinding, stinging tears. My cheeks are hot with embarrassment, a professor, one that would most likely one day instruct me, finding me sobbing like a baby. More likely than not with snot dripping down my face, because I was that kind of crier. Brilliant way to start my career at Hogwarts.
"Who are you boy?" The voice is low, soft, deep, definitely a man's. Reassuring and silky, if the way he spoke was slightly clipped, as if he didn't want to waste words, and very clear, enunciating every syllable.
"I-I'm H-Harry…" I internally curse my inconvenient, involuntary stutter and reach up to rub some of the tears from my eyes.
"Alright Harry, what are you doing down here? What's wrong?" His voice continues the reassuring tone, making me want to spill my every secret to him.
"I-I was j-just exploring, t-trying to find a-all my c-classes so I w-wouldn't be lost w-when lessons s-start. B-but… I-I got l-lost anyw-way…" I wanted to die. I just admitted to a professor that I, an eleven year old boy, was sobbing because I was lost. But of course that wasn't enough, nooo, he had to be attractive as well. With long, black hair a bit past his shoulders, pale white skin, onyx black eyes. He was tall but thin, lanky. His eyebrows seemed to be furrowed permanently, glued together, his eyes opened wide in surprise.
"Harry, why are you here? Lessons don't begin for another week."
"I-I know. M-my parents are p-professors here s-sir." I run a hand down my face, wiping off the rest of the salty tears and realizing, gratefully, that snot had not yet begun a slick trail down my face.
"Who are your parents child?"
"L-Lily and James P-Potter sir." He sucks in a harsh breath, like he had been punched in the gut. He quickly put himself back together.
"Harry, let's get you back upstairs, yeah? Lunch should be in progress about now." I nod and we both stand, he had been crouching in front of me. He led the way back through the corridors, back upstairs, giving occasional tips on how to find my way around the dungeons. Once we reach the main level of the school, we walk to the Great Hall in silence, but comfortable silence. We push through the heavy doors together and the professors, as well as Dumbledore, all glance up then stop and stare. My father jumps up and calls to me as he crosses the room.
"Harry! Where were you? Your mother and I were worried sick!" He glances over to the man who had helped me find my way, the look of gratitude slips from his expression when his eyes go over the man in black's face. His face goes cold, his tone hostile. "Snape."
The man sneers at my father. "Potter." Even while glaring at my father as though he were scum, Professor Snape managed to be attractive. I shook my head, refusing to think that when it looked like a war was about to erupt. He had been nice and helped me out, not to mention he looked about my parent's age, I was not about to think that way about him. The only reason I didn't speak up for Snape was because I was definitely not getting between those two. The two men were in the middle of staring each other down so I tugged on the man's black robes. I stare up at him, pushing up my glasses. "P-Professor Snape..?" He looks down at me, a questioning look in his eye. Before I could chicken out, I throw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Th-thank you…" He freezes a moment then places a hand on my head, messing my hair up slightly. I finally release the professor and walk, with my father, who seemed pale, over to where my mother was seated.
Once we had all eaten, my mother said she had something to do for work, but my father and I walk back to the adjoined rooms we share. I was about to open my door and go into my room to read, but my father stopped me.
"Harry, come talk to me a moment." He ushers me into his and Mom's room, he sat me on the bed and pulled over a rolling chair, sitting in front of me. "That man you were with, his name is Severus Snape." My full attention is grabbed, I look up, really focusing now. Severus… I grin, most likely creepily, I like it. It just sort of… fit in the weirdest way. "…Harry?" My father had continued without me realizing it.
"Hmm..?" I bring my focus back to my father's face and tune into what I assumed was a lecture. My father sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between the tips of his thumb and index finger, like he does when running out of patience.
"I said… Professor Snape isn't someone I want you to be around too much. He's not exactly a good person. He-" I cut my father off, defending the professor subtly.
"H-he can't be th-that bad if Dumbledore l-let him t-teach here, c-can he?" My father sighs again, as though weary of handling a child asking the same question again and again.
"Well Harry… Dumbledore is a very forgiving , very courteous man. Just listen to me okay? Don't hang around Snape when unnecessary." I was tempted to argue, to ask if Dumbledore could forgive the man why James Potter could not, but I could tell from his tone of voice that my father wouldn't give up this fight, so I simply agreed.
"Yes F-father." He went on for a while more before he allowed me to leave. I walk over to my room deciding that my father didn't know what he was talking about, Professor Snape had been kind to me, had helped me. I made up my mind to come up with any excuse to be around Snape as possible, and to at least thank him, this man had piqued my interest. I was thinking about how I could do this when it hit and seemed obvious. Detention. Of course.
At dinner I sat with my parents but kept my eyes trained on Professor Snape. Tomorrow all the students arrived via the Hogwarts Express and I couldn't wait to meet a couple people to get into trouble with.
The next day went by slowly waiting for all the students to arrive. I was sitting in an alcove near the entrance, a place where I could clearly see most everything but no one would be able to see me. When the huge doors finally slammed open, I had to fight to not jump up and join the ocean of first years immediately. Instead, I waited until the crowd was well into the entrance hall before I allowed myself to spring up in excitement and join my peers. No one noticed when I slid into the massive gathering of people and took a place next to a tall, thin red headed boy with about a million freckles. He was talking to, more like arguing with, a girl with bushy brown hair and slightly too large front teeth.
I turn to the boy and initiate conversation when there's a reasonably sized lapse in their debate. "H-hello. My n-name is Harry P-Potter. And y-yours?" He had, surprisingly, heard me over the roar of all the chattering first year students and he even acknowledged my question with an answer.
"I'm Ronald Weasly, just call me Ron though. Only my mum calls me Ronald, and only when she's mad at me." He looked ready to continue the conversation, but the girl cut him off before he could continue, thrusting her hand out in greeting as she parted her lips and began to speak.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you." I took her hand and gave it a shake. I feel as though she would have continued as well, but we were brought into the Great Hall, the room where we would be sorted into our houses and the Sorting Hat began his song for this year:
Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
Once the Hat had finished his rhyme, applause erupted, everyone praising his most recent song. Then, names were called by Professor McGonagall, the eleven year olds being called up one by one to wear the Hat to be sorted. Ron and Hermione were called before me, both going to Gryffindor.
A boy named Draco Malfoy stuck out to me, he was pale with white blond hair and a very confident way about him. The Sorting Hat had barely touched his head when it practically screamed, "Slytherin!" At last my name was called, I walked to the front, sat on the tripod stool and the hat was flopped onto my head, it was so big it covered my eyes and half my nose.
He sat there a while, contemplative, before crowing out his decision.
So yeah, I'm leaving this as a cliff hanger for you lovely people, but I already have the next chapter written. What house do you think Harry's going into?
How are you liking the story so far? Let me know!
Also, please don't ask how Harry and Severus had never talked to, ran into, or even seen each other. This is fanfiction just let it happen.