Chapter 2

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A/N: Well, here's another chapter. Thankfully I haven't had much homework lately so I was able to get this together. I'm not sure that my future updates will be quite as quick, but I assure you all that I will try to get chapters done as swiftly as I can. Anyway, I hope this chapter is to everyone's liking and I will start work on chapter 3 asap.

The days passed more quickly than Severus could have imagined after the meeting he had with the Headmaster. The students would be arriving shortly and as Severus sat at the staff table, he was reminded that his son would be arriving with them.

At approximately half past five, students started filing into the Great Hall. There were perhaps hundreds of students all trying to make their way to their tables, but Severus was only focused on finding one. He had to fight to keep his emotions in check when a boy with raven coloured hair came through the doors with Weasley and Granger. It was Harry.

It truly registered in Severus' mind that Harry was his son at that moment. After all, up until a week ago, Harry had always been Potter or "boy". Severus was reminded that a lot was going to change now that certain secrets had been revealed.

Harry sat down with the rest of the Golden Trio at the Gryffindor table. Severus noticed that Harry's hair had grown quite a bit over the summer. While it was still dark as ever, it had become less messy than it had been in previous years. Perhaps the glamours Lily cast on him weren't so permanent after all. Severus pondered. If such a thing was true, people might start asking questions when the Boy-Who-Lived no longer looked like himself.

The thing Severus was most worried about was how such a secret would affect both his and Harry's lives. Things at Hogwarts would certainly change. The worst thing was: If the Dark Lord did return, there was no way he could continue being a spy, no matter what Dumbledore thought. If something should happen to Harry, Severus would try to protect his son even more than he had over the last three years.

His thoughts were interrupted when the Sorting Hat cried out.

"RAVENCLAW" The students were sorted one by one until all of the first years were seated at their rightful places. Severus stood and met the other Heads of House to receive his list of new students.

"Now that we've all arrived and are sorted," Dumbledore began. "I would like to make an announcement." Severus looked up just in time to see Argus Filch running awkwardly throughout the hall. "Hogwarts has been…" The Headmaster was cut off when Filch reached him. They exchanged a few words before Filch ran awkwardly back out of the hall.

"As I was saying, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament. Now, for those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament is a competition between three wizarding schools. A champion is selected from each school to participate in three tasks, three extremely dangerous tasks. Now would you please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic?"

The doors opened as the students from Beauxbatons strode in, followed by the giant Headmistress Madame Maxime. Severus was uninterested, however. It was the next entrance that would prove to be the problem.

"And now our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their Highmaster Igor Karkaroff."

There was a large bang as the doors to the Great Hall crashed open. The Durmstrang students barrelled into the hall, carrying staves that they thundered against the ground, creating sparks. The sound of the entrance resonated throughout the hall.

All of a sudden, a few of the students dropped their staves and dashed towards the Staff Table. They performed a spectacle of gymnastic maneuvers before one student exhaled a fireball that morphed into a dragon.

Severus was more focused on the man that lay beyond the fascinating display of pyrotechnics. Igor Karkaroff, former Death Eater. After the fall of the Dark Lord, Karkaroff had given the names of many Death Eaters in an attempt to secure his freedom. Such an act resulted in Dumbledore having to declare that Severus had been a spy before the downfall of the Dark Lord. This made the fact that the Dark Lord could return even more dangerous. Lucius Malfoy had been at Karkaroff's trial and had been wary of Severus ever since. The fact that he was also one of the Dark Lord's biggest supporters was definitely not a good thing.

Another problem was that Karkaroff would most likely start pestering him about the Dark Mark. Given how cowardly Karkaroff was, the man would start panicking soon if he wasn't already.

Karkaroff exchanged pleasantries with Dumbledore before heading to sit, as fate would have it, next to Severus. The Potions Master refused to engage Karkaroff in conversation. Thankfully, Dumbledore continued his speech.

"And now I would like to welcome the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation: Mr. Bartemius Crouch." Crouch made his way to the front of the staff table, but a sudden noise stopped everyone in their tracks.

The ceiling of the Great Hall turned from the calm night sky into a horrendous thunderstorm. Students panicked as the teachers moved to try to restore order.

Suddenly, a red bolt of magic shot towards the sky and neutralized the storm. The ceiling was restored to the calm night sky it had been. Severus turned to see Mad Eye Moody hobble over towards Dumbledore. Severus had almost forgotten that the Headmaster had hired the ex-Auror to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. That would make Severus' job even more difficult. Ever since the Dark Lord's fall, Moody had wanted to see the Potion's Master in Azkaban for being a Death Eater.

After Moody had sulked in a corner, Crouch began to speak.

"After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tournament. This decision is final!" Crouch's final words were drowned out by students' cries that such a rule was "unfair" and "rubbish". Finally, they were hushed when Dumbledore saw fit to intervene.

"SILENCE!" The hall immediately went silent. Severus had to give the Headmaster credit for his abilities to silence a room. Dumbledore turned to the Golden Casket on his right and waved his hand. The casket vanished, revealing a simple stone goblet that stood about three feet high. Blue flames erupted within.

"The Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore continued. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament, need only write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

The feast proceeded as per usual. When it finished, Severus travelled to the Slytherin Common room to await the arrival of the first years. The Prefect's tours would be finishing shortly. About ten minutes later, the Prefects came in, leading the first years behind them. Severus stepped forward.

"Welcome to Slytherin House. I am Severus Snape and I am your Head of House. For those of you who are unaware, I shall instruct you in the ways of potion making. While you are here, I expect you to treat your fellow snakes like family. You will protect each other and uphold the high standards that the past students have worked so hard to forge. Should I hear that a student is being bullied, even if the culprit is from another house, I shall be severely displeased. It is also much worse for a Slytherin to turn on their house. If I hear that students are aware of bullying and do not stand up for the student in peril, they shall hear from me personally. Am I understood?" The group of first years nodded sheepishly.

"Excellent, now, off to bed with all of you. I expect you to be well rested for your classes tomorrow." The students scurried off towards their dorms and Severus left the Slytherin common room.

"I can't believe we can't enter the tournament! That rule the Ministry made is rubbish!" Ron Weasley huffed.

"The tournament is dangerous Ronald. People have died before. Do you really think that they want to risk the life of someone who isn't of age?" Hermione asked him.

"Hermione's right Ron." Harry spoke up. "Even if I were seventeen, I still wouldn't enter."

"Why not mate?" Ron questioned. "What about all of the glory and the thousand galleons?" Harry just shrugged. His eyes drifted away from the conversation. He could care less what happened to the gold, he had plenty, but the thing that got him was the fame. He despised fame and he wished he had never been burdened with it.

There were days when he wished that Voldemort had never targeted his parents. He was the saviour of the wizarding world, but at what cost? The world had celebrated his defeat of Voldemort, but what had he done except lose his parents? Each year on Halloween when wizards celebrated, he mourned. He mourned for the family he never got to know. All Harry wanted in the world was a family.

When Sirius had suggested the idea of living with him, he was thrilled even though he had thought his Godfather was a criminal. His hopes had been shattered when Peter Pettigrew had escaped, leaving no proof of Sirius' innocence. As a result, he had spent another summer with the Dursleys.

Even when he could escape from the Dursleys, there seemed to be no escape from the scar on his forehead. It had hurt him all summer and Hermione had insisted he tell Dumbledore about it. Harry had insisted it was nothing. He couldn't possibly tell her the truth. Who would believe him? Never the less, Harry believed that Voldemort was growing stronger again. He had seen visions of a strange house all summer. It was the same vision every time.

In the vision he would walk up the stairs of an old house and head towards a single room. Inside the room, there were always three people: Wormtail, Voldemort, and a young man that Harry had never seen before. A giant snake also lurked around the house. Voldemort kept saying that the snake's milk was helping him grow stronger and that he would soon return.

That was about how far he got before Voldemort spoke an unfamiliar curse and the room filled with green light. At that point, Harry would wake up and that was how it had been all summer.

"So what do ya think mate?" Ron's voice brought him back to the present.

"Oh, sorry Ron. About what?" he ran a hand through his raven hair sheepishly.

"Who do you think is gonna end up champion from Hogwarts? Everyone keeps sayin' Diggory will be the one. I don't buy it. He's such a pretty boy."

"I heard Angelina's going to enter." Harry offered. "It'd be great if we could have a Gryffindor champion."

"Okay. So Angelina for Hogwarts, definitely Krum for Durmstrang and um…" Ron paused for a moment. "Oh! That veela girl from Beauxbatons."

"I told you boys already, she's not a veela." Hermione cut in. "At least I don't fall for people based solely on their looks."

"Lockhart." Ron said, masked by a conspicuous cough. Harry fought back a laugh.

"Anyway, I'm going to bed. Ron, try not to do something stupid like putting your name in the Goblet of Fire." She grabbed her books and left the dorms.

"What's her deal?" Ron asked, but Harry was in no mood to talk, so he simply shrugged and headed to his dorms. He was going to need a good sleep for the start of classes tomorrow. Given the circumstances, that was about as likely as the Chudley Cannons winning the World Cup.

Harry threw back the curtains on his bed and changed into his pyjamas. He sets his glasses on the stand and climbed into bed, praying he would be able to get a decent sleep.

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Until next time,

A.E.