Chapter 1
Cheery voices filled the hall,
They came from many children’s call,
Every wizard, ghost and cat,
Were excited for the ceremony ahead.
They were in the huge Hogwarts castle,
Which was now decorated with many candles.
The occasion was a yearly thing,
Which was accruing in this inn.
Before the term could begin,
A magical hat had to decide,
In which house will the soon-to-be-students reside.
Four houses were in total,
In popularity order they are:
Gryffindor is for the fiery braves and valiance,
Whose roar is the loudest of all residents.
Slytherin is the place for the cunning and determined,
Whose cool demeanour can slide off,
Even from the emerald green reservoir.
Ravenclaws are high in the welcoming sky,
Hopping on the clouds of knowledge and creative intelligence, oh my.
Hufflepuffs are loyal, hard working beings,
And are patient with the creatures of this planet.
Other thing you need to know,
That all houses were in harmony,
Except but two.
They were the Slytherin and Griffindor.
There was hate, so huge between those two,
Not even millennias could make it true.
Huge rivalry was between the pair,
Which resulted in mutual rebel.
The remaining silent ones,
Were existing in the shadow of the others’ dance.
After this lengthy intro,
Let us see the man,
We are all into.
There he sat with a gloomy air,
Among the joyful fear.
All he wore was black and tiny white,
You couldn’t see colours in this fella’s fashion style.
You might imagine him as an old, wrinkly man,
However he is not more then thirty two,
Every inch of possible skin,
Remains hidden under heavy things,
Every fabric he has on,
Are long and itchy ones.
He is looking through his greasy hair,
While being seated at the teacher's desk.
While everyone was jolly good,
He is looking at someone,
Among the horde.
Harry Potter the chosen child,
Who defeated the Lord of all infernal.
How I loathe that appearance and face!
Even the messy hair and glasses on the top,
Yet, when I look at him,
All I see are the eyes,
Looking through my tired soul.
– He remembered a time,
When those piercing eyes,
Looked at him in a different manner,
They were warm and gentle,
Full of light,
Instead of the hate and fright.
How to have the strength,
To protect that man’s child,
Who caused so much pain and angst?
Why does he have to look,
So much like Potter.2?
Even that scar on his forehead,
Reminding me of a time,
I wish to forget!
– He was pulled out of his moody thought,
By his professor friend’s voice,
McGonagall was reading names,
Of the first years,
Who were standing in a tiny group,
Between pupils and gurus.
The ceremony was dragging on,
When all of the sudden, silence filled the room,
Everyone was waiting for the Hat judge,
To decide, to which house will Harry be budged.
“ You will be in Griffindor!”
Cried the Hat
Followed by the roaring of fiery heads.
Oh how dry,
That I’m not surprised,
The boy is following his father’s pride,
Maybe it's better he is not in Slytherin,
In this way,
I don't have to tolerate,
His appearance all day.
After all,
Why should I be responsible of the safety,
Of this boy?
I’m sure he’ll be fine,
Bullying others for his delight.
– The thoughts of Severus Snape was cut in half,
Because he locked eyes with the Chosen One,
I can't do to not help the child,
When those eyes…
Those eyes are just like Hers of old time!
– Suddenly the youth’s scar thundered,
It looked like it hurt,
However, as quickly as it came,
It went away the same speedy way,
“Salad, Snape?”
Quirrel interrupted the moment,
And the feast was going on, in a merry atmosphere.
Of course he has to ask me now,
And the moment is gone,
I won’t see what caused the sudden throb.
Hours later in the dark,
Severus was lying in the dark,
What caused the sudden ache in the scar?
It can’t be what I think it is,
Since the Devil has been dead,
And no one can come back from the death,
Not even Him!
There must be something racional,
But I can't see what it is.
– Was thinking the crooked nose wizard,
While preparing for tomorrow’s class.