A Dad!Snape & Harry Potter Fanfiction (The Unedited Version)

The Sorting (Unedited)

A/N (PLEASE READ): Like I said in the summary, this story was written by me when I was 12-years-old (I'm 21 now) and is currently being completely re-written and imagined. 

AGAIN, I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 12 AND IT'S 9-YEARS-OLD. 

Both Snape and Harry are EXTREMELY out-of-character in this story and the pacing and plot is a little weird and honestly? I'm kind of embarrassed to post this but we all have to start somewhere. 😂

Some of my followers (the lovely @_YoiNkK_ and @CuteWhiteFox15 ), however, wanted to read the unedited (and extremely cringy) first draft so I hope y'all enjoy and please don't judge me too harshly lmao 😅💖

The new Dad!Snape story that I'm writing will have an actual title and cover, this one is just a filler because of how old this version is 😊 Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 

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The Great Hall was the hussle and bussle of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Meals were shared there, and kids were Sorted there at the start of every school year. The tiny First Years walked in with their mouths hanging open, while all the upperclassmen watched in amusement and anticipation.

Severus Snape, the school's Potions Master, and "greasy git of the dungeons" as he was called by the Gryffindor students, watched the newbies arrive with a scowl on his pale face, dark eyes narrowing, wondering who would be his new Snakes this year.

Speaking of his Snakes, he was pleased to see that most were quietly sitting in their seats, the second, third, and forth years playing cards, and laughing as they defeat one another, while the upper years gossiped about who liked who, and who was going out with who, hiding their giggles behind palms that were calloused from wand work throughout the years.

It made Severus not giddy-but extremely pleased to see his Serpents behaving and not acting like a bunch of wild monkeys let out to play for the first time in ten years. 

He scowls while looking over at the Gryffindor table, where the lions were shouting and pushing each other, making the Great Hall much louder than it needed to be. He gives Minerva an irritated look, which she chooses to ignore, instead shrugging with a look of helplessness that made the Potions Master's head ache.

Daft old women. Snape thinks, but the thought had no real vigor behind it, as he loved Minerva like an old friend.

He still scowled though. His said scowl deepend when he caught sight of a mop of unruly brown hair, illuminated slightly by the flickering yellow light of the candles overhead.

Harry James bloody Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Son of James and Lily Potter.

Son of Lily Potter. . .

He looks exactly like James. Severus thinks and grumbles softly.

He was going to cause a lot of trouble this year, the Potions Master could already tell. The boy looked so ridiculous in his too-big robes and falling down trousers that the Potions Master fought the sneer that threatened to overcome his face, instead settling for a smirk. 

His dark eyebrows form a deep crease between his eyes, however, when he notices that Potter was limping slightly as he enters the large room, and he seemed to be tender on his right side.

Although he did a very good job of hiding it. The Snake thinks grudgingly, knowing that if it wasn't for his more than perfect eyesight (he needs some way to make sure that the dunderheads he teaches weren't going to kill them all, and hearing can't do everything) the Potions Master would have never caught the slight gate to the boy's walk.