jharad17 - Whelp II The Wrath of Snape

Whelp II The Wrath of Snape

Story:

Whelp II The Wrath of Snape

Storylink:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3774019/1/

Category:

Harry Potter

Genre:

Angst/Drama

Author:

jharad17

Authorlink:

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1298924/

Last updated:

10/16/2008

Words:

80346

Rating:

T

Status:

Complete

Content:

Chapter 1 to 24 of 24 chapters

Source:

FanFiction.net

Summary:

Soon after rescuing his 7yearold son, Harry, from the abusive Dursleys, Snape starts his teaching career at Hogwarts.Harry finds more ways to surprise his father, and a school full of students. Snape'll have his hands full. Warn:violence,chld abse.

*Chapter 1*: Chapter 1

Whelp II-- The Wrath of Snape

Chapter1

Byjharad17

Disclaimer:None of this is mine. Honest. She's rich,blond and British. I'm not.

A/N:I've skipped only a few days between the last scene of Whelpand the first scene of Whelp II -- The Wrathof Snape. If you haven't read Whelp beforelooking at this story . . . well, why not? Really, you should,'cause otherwise, you're gonna be plenty lost. To all those comingback for the sequel . . . Hope you enjoy the ride. Love and hugs!

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Thechildren started entering the Great Hall, and Harry could hardly keepfrom bouncing in his chair. But he knew he had to stay quiet andbehave himself like a proper gentleman or he'd be sent to his roominstead, and he really, really wanted to stay. For one thing, he wassitting next to his father, and he always liked to be near him; itmade him feel safer than anywhere else. And secondly, he wanted tosee Charlie again, and Father had promised he would be at dinner.

This wasthe first time Harry had been to dinner in the Great Hall. He 'd hadlunch with Father and some of the staff -- and even Mrs. Weasley andRon and Charlie -- before, but the room was so fullnow. And noisy. And lit with thousands of bright candles thatfloated overhead, in the midst of a deep dark sky filled with stars.The tables were set with glittering golden goblets in plates, and thefaces of the students shone like lanterns in the candlelight. It wasbeautiful.

And scary.

Fatherlooked over at him when his knees started shaking, and put one of hisnarrow-fingered hands over Harry's where he had them laced togetheron the table top. "All right, Harry?" he asked. His voicewas smooth and rich, and the way he said Harry's name made him wantto smile. Father was the first person he remembered ever saying hisname like that. Like he cared. Like he really wanted to know ifHarry was all right.

"Yes,si -- er, yes, Father." He'd almost messed up again. He didthat when he was upset sometimes, or scared, but Father never yelledat him when he made the mistake of calling him "sir"instead. Sometimes he looked terribly disappointed, though, andHarry hated that. It always made him feel small and stupid, like hestill deserved to be locked in a cupboard and screamed at by UncleVernon.

"Wecan leave, if you want," Father said softly. "I can haveNelli stay with you downstairs. There are a lot more people herethat you're used to."

Harryshook his head. He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay. Butsometimes, everything was just overwhelming. "I'm all right,Father," he said. "Honest."

Father'sbrows dipped down into a small frown, but then he nodded and let itgo. The tables were almost full up, now, and Harry saw a flash ofbright red hair amongst the sea of new faces. He sat up straighter,and lifted his hand in a little wave. At the table on the far leftof the room, Charlie grinned at him and waved back.

A warmfeeling infused Harry. He leaned back in his chair and relaxed.

"Happynow?" Father asked, with a twitch to his lips that Harry knewwas like his laugh. "You see he's not forgotten you."

Harrynodded, a contented smile on his face. His Charlie was back. Maybethey could play Quidditch tomorrow, or Esploden Snape, and he couldshow Charlie the new passageway he'd found with Fern on the thirdfloor, behind the statue of a witch with a humpback. Fern hadn't lethim go dow n the passageway, but he bet that he could, with Charliethere. Then they could have tea with Hagrid and talk about dragonsagain. Harry loved the idea of dragons, but until Charlie startedasking Hagrid all he knew about them and how to train them, he'dnever actually thought they might be real! Now he really wanted tosee one for himself, but Father said that was Not Going to Happen.

Peeringout at the tables again, Harry saw Charlie talking with a boy to hisleft, with dark hair and a tanned face. Both were laughing, andHarry frowned at them, wondering what they were saying. Were theytalking about dragons?

"Ah.Look there," Father said, and gestured with his chin toward adoor to the side of the table. "Here comes ProfessorMcGonagall."

"What'sthat?" Harry asked, and pointed at her. Professor McGonagallset down a small stool and put a battered cone of cloth on top of it.

"Thatis the Sorting Hat," Father said.

"What'sit do?"

"You'llsee."

Harrylooked up at his father, the dark, fathomless eyes suppressing mirth.What kinds of things did the hat sort?he wanted to ask, but when Father got all mysterious like this, itwas usually because he wanted Harry to see something without any"preconceived notions," whatever those were. Butsometimes, he just liked to see Harry be surprised. Harry figured itwouldn't be anything scary,because Father knew not to surprise Harry with scary things.

Harry wasgoing to change his mind, though, when the Professor left for amoment and then came back into the Great Hall, leading a line ofterrified looking new students. Some of them were whiter in the facethan Sir Nicholas, and at least one of them was actually crying.

"What'sgonna happen to them, Daddy?" Harry whispered.

Fathergave him a sharp look, and then squeezed his hands with his onestrong one. "Don't worry, Harry," he said just as softly."Nothing will hurt them at all. It's just a little test."

Harryswallowed and nodded. He trusted his father. Had to. Father hadrescued him bunches of times, from Mr. Filch, from the squid and fromthe Dursleys, and he was the only person in the world who hadpromised over and over to keep Harry safe.

Rightafter the line of new students halted in front of the head table, toHarry's amazement, a slit opened in the side of the Hat and itstarted to sing! Harry didn't understand all the words of its song,but he heard the names of the Houses, like Father had taught him:Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Father was incharge of Slytherin, and he said snakes were the best of the lot.Harry, who very much liked snakes, especially the ones he had talkedwith, had to agree.

When theHat was done singing, there was a lot of clapping from the tables ofstudents, and even from the head table. Then Professor McGonagallstepped forward with a scroll in her hands, which she unrolled. Shelooked over the line of new students and nodded. "When I readyour name, you will come up here, put on the Hat and sit on the stoolto be sorted. Abbott, Sarah."

A girlwith long blond hair done in one wide pigtail down her back jerkedforward as if pulled by an invisible string and stood next to thestool. The Professor lifted the Hat briefly, so the girl could sitdown, and when she had, the Hat went on her head. The girl satrigidly on the stool, her hands clasped together in front of her, fora few seconds, which seemed like an eternity to Harry.