Custody Battle
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
20,634
Reviews:
164
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Arrival At Hogwarts
“Adelle McMillianm” Minerva McGonagall said in a sharp, crisp tone. The quivering first year stepped forward and sank down onto the stool. There was hardly a moment’s decision before the Sorting Hat was leaping to life.
“Hufflepuff!”
A thunderous round of applause rose up from the Hufflepuff table. Minerva cleared her throat, and did so much louder when the noise did not immediately settle down. With a curt nod, she glanced down the scroll. “Caterina Snape.”
Gasps filled the Great Hall followed by the tinkling of shattered glass. A small, pale faced girl with unruly raven tresses stepped forward. With eyes like honey, blinking in innocence, she took the stool and the hat was placed on her head. Her eyes found themselves gazing down into her lap but all other eyes in the room seemed intently focused on her.
“Ah!” said the hat. “Difficult…mm, yes, very difficult…you’d do well with your white…mm, but quick and conniving…make your father’s house proud…but courage, yes, that golden streak…hmm…”
The girl was fidgeting, feet dangling restlessly from the stool. Her timid eyes peered up from her lap, gazing out over the house tables, face flushing at all the wide-eyed gaping stares. She felt like she was a freak on display at a traveling circus and immediately turned her gaze back to her lap.
“To be sure…” the hate mused. Practically leaping from her head, the hat shouted. “Gryffindor!”
The hall was silent. Several faces at the Gryffindor table paled. Whispers broke out at the far end of the table, a few students making the polite gesture of covering their mouths as if thinking it would keep the girl from realizing they were talking bout her. Caterina hopped down from the stool, head hung low as she shuffled with uncertainty toward her new house table.
“Oi! Belt up you lot!” she shot a menacing glare down the table and instantly the other students fell silent. “Come on now.” She stood up, a shock of curly pink and red hair covering her head, falling over her freckled forehead. “Come on! Honestly, is that any way to welcome her? What are we, Slytherin?” Hisses rose from the green serpent table. “Oi!” she growled in their direction. “Shut it!” Turning her Weasley brown eyes to Caterina she waved her over. “Come have a sit, right here by me. I’m Emma,” she thrust her hand forward and shook the other’s before slapping her hands together and clapping.
It took the others a moment but soon the remainder of Gryffindor was clapping and cheering, welcoming the girl to the house. Every pair of eyeballs in Slytherin had wandered away from Caterina and turned their gaze to the staff table. All eyes were suddenly on Severus Snape.
“Hufflepuff!”
A thunderous round of applause rose up from the Hufflepuff table. Minerva cleared her throat, and did so much louder when the noise did not immediately settle down. With a curt nod, she glanced down the scroll. “Caterina Snape.”
Gasps filled the Great Hall followed by the tinkling of shattered glass. A small, pale faced girl with unruly raven tresses stepped forward. With eyes like honey, blinking in innocence, she took the stool and the hat was placed on her head. Her eyes found themselves gazing down into her lap but all other eyes in the room seemed intently focused on her.
“Ah!” said the hat. “Difficult…mm, yes, very difficult…you’d do well with your white…mm, but quick and conniving…make your father’s house proud…but courage, yes, that golden streak…hmm…”
The girl was fidgeting, feet dangling restlessly from the stool. Her timid eyes peered up from her lap, gazing out over the house tables, face flushing at all the wide-eyed gaping stares. She felt like she was a freak on display at a traveling circus and immediately turned her gaze back to her lap.
“To be sure…” the hate mused. Practically leaping from her head, the hat shouted. “Gryffindor!”
The hall was silent. Several faces at the Gryffindor table paled. Whispers broke out at the far end of the table, a few students making the polite gesture of covering their mouths as if thinking it would keep the girl from realizing they were talking bout her. Caterina hopped down from the stool, head hung low as she shuffled with uncertainty toward her new house table.
“Oi! Belt up you lot!” she shot a menacing glare down the table and instantly the other students fell silent. “Come on now.” She stood up, a shock of curly pink and red hair covering her head, falling over her freckled forehead. “Come on! Honestly, is that any way to welcome her? What are we, Slytherin?” Hisses rose from the green serpent table. “Oi!” she growled in their direction. “Shut it!” Turning her Weasley brown eyes to Caterina she waved her over. “Come have a sit, right here by me. I’m Emma,” she thrust her hand forward and shook the other’s before slapping her hands together and clapping.
It took the others a moment but soon the remainder of Gryffindor was clapping and cheering, welcoming the girl to the house. Every pair of eyeballs in Slytherin had wandered away from Caterina and turned their gaze to the staff table. All eyes were suddenly on Severus Snape.