Harry Potter drabble~
At the tender age of one year old, Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord, and been left an orphan with a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt as proof that he had survived the Killing Curse. His parents had been murdered by Voldemort himself. Only a few months after these events, the issue of whom Harry would be staying with arose. He had been residing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry under the care of one Professor McGonagall until that time. Harry’s only living relatives were Petunia Dursley, his mother’s sister, her husband Vernon, and their son, Dudley. Professor McGonagall, who had been sent to keep an eye on the baby’s relatives, begged Albus Dumbledore to try to come up with a different solution when the time came for the decision to be made. To everyone’s great surprise, Professor Severus Snape volunteered to adopt the child. Now, this wouldn’t have been such a, well, surprise, if Severus and Harry’s father and friends had not had such a very long and ugly history. However, anyone was better than the Dursleys, and so it was arranged that Harry Potter would be adopted by Severus Snape.
Now, eleven years later, Harry Potter was finally going to be sorted into one of the four great houses of Hogwarts. Harry was scared. It wasn’t that he was intimidated by the Hogwarts castle. Oh no, he had been living there ever since his adoption was finalized. It was, of course, the fact that he was fearing hearing the name of what house would come out of the Sorting Hat’s mouth. His father and his mother had both belonged to Gryffindor. They were brave and noble. His adoptive father, however, had belonged to Slytherin house. In fact, he was the head of house. And therein lied the problem. Harry loved his father, but he didn’t quite like Slytherin. The Slytherin students whom he had met during his years as a resident at Hogwarts had not been very nice. Mostly, he was just afraid of what his father’s reaction would be if Harry were to be placed in a different house.
As Harry thought this over for what had to be the tenth time in twenty minutes, his father appeared in his room. It was the day before he was due to leave for Hogwarts. They usually spent their summers at Spinner’s End. His father had promised him that he would get the whole first year experience, beginning with taking the Hogwarts Express.
“What is wrong, Harry?” Severus, whom granted, could look slightly intimidating most of the time, prided himself with the fact that even with all of the prior animosity with Harry’s father, He had come to love Harry as if he were his own.
“Daddy, what if I don’t get sorted into Slytherin?” it was the first time that Harry had brought up his concern, but Severus was in no way surprised. In fact, he had been wondering when this conversation would be initiated.
“Harry, I am aware that this may be a bit shocking, coming from myself, but it does not matter what house you are sorted into.”
“But won’t you be disappointed if I am placed anywhere else?”
“No, Harry, of course not. You are a bright young man, and I know that you will do
great in whichever house you are sorted into.”
Harry would have pressed the issue, but looking into his father’s eyes, he could see that he meant every word. And so, with his fears soothed, Harry hugged Severus tightly. His father returned the hug with a gentle smile and told him,
“Get ready for bed now, tomorrow we find out what house gained a brilliant student.”