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Unquestionable Love	By : CRMediaGal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This chapter and the next several are the 'beginning outlines' so to speak; more reflective and very much about establishing the family and school dynamics. More of the plot will start to develop later on. I can also promise some much-needed Severus and Hermione scenes, too; however, the next few chapters take place at Hogwarts, so you won't see much of her for a little while.

Many thanks to my beta reader, Brittny!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copyrighted to and belongs to JK Rowling. I own none of her associated characters. New characters belong to me.

Chapter 2: A Daughter Is Sorted

Hailey had never felt more alive than she did on the train ride to Hogwarts. All of the mounting excitement, the talk of Quidditch, the various classes and the year ahead, were almost too much to handle. She could not fathom why she had been so reluctant to start school, not now with everything she had to look forward to. Her parents and her sisters were right; she really was going to fall in love with Hogwarts.

Severus was just about to exit the Headmistress's office along with the rest of the Hogwarts staff, when a familiar voice called him back. Severus hissed but spun around, stepping to the side of the doorway so that the last of the faculty members, Professors Flitwick and Aberforth Dumbledore, could trickle out.

The staff meeting was over and many of the teachers were hastily returning to their classrooms or offices to prepare for the incoming student body, but not Severus. He would have joined them had not Headmistress McGonagall deterred him from doing so.

"Minerva," he acknowledged dryly, unable to repress his agitation.

"Come, Severus. I have just one other item I'd like to discuss with you."

She quickly turned around, went round her exceedingly neat and tidy desk—unlike its state, Severus noted, when the former Headmaster had occupied it—and took a seat. She pushed her spectacles up on her nose and examined the Potions Master curiously.

The years since the war had been kind to the former Transfiguration professor; she appeared relatively the same as she had nineteen years ago, if not a little older. Her wrinkled face evinced all the kindness, and sternness, that she had formerly possessed as a longtime teacher. At the present, her pointed hat was pushed down, half-masking her eyes, but Severus detected that they were fixed on him.

"What is it?" he asked with a hint of irritation in his dark voice.

Minerva McGonagall folded her fingers together and placed her elbows on top of her desk. She seemed rather nervous for some odd reason.

"I wish to discuss your workload for the year."

One of Severus's eyebrows rose, but the rest of him remained still. "My workload, Headmistress?"

"Yes, your workload. This may come as a surprise to you, but then again, I would hope it wouldn't. You have taken on way too much these past nineteen years, Severus. Even long before the war, too much was being thrown in your lap and burdening you, in my opinion. The school and the Ministry haven't been fair to you; I acknowledge that fully. I needed to obtain permission from the Ministry in order to take any action, but they have finally consented to my demands."

Severus's upper lip curled and his raised eyebrow twitched. "Action, Minerva? What are you insinuating?"

McGonagall took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered, breaking her firm concentration. She fidgeted with her folded hands before continuing, "Severus, you know as well as I that your workload—far more than the other teachers—is simply too much, and it has been so for too long now. You may recall that Dumbledore chose not to acknowledge—"

"I'm well-aware and can recall perfectly fine, Minerva!" he barked between gritted teeth, rubbing a hand hastily through his unkempt hair.

"I know you do," she replied, her voice quieter than before. "I was granted permission by the Ministry to offer you assistance."

Severus snarled unhappily. "Assistance?" It was all Severus could manage without blurting out something insulting to the woman in front him, whom he knew did not deserve such ill-treatment, regardless of what she was putting him through at the present.

"Yes, I'm offering you an assistant, a student of your choosing, to help you with your workload. Teachers aren't normally allowed this privilege as you are well aware. The tasks you would assign to your assistant would be left entirely up to you. You would have the freedom to determine what and how much work your student could handle, provided it didn't start interfering with that student's own studies."

McGonagall sat back in her chair, which towered to the top of her pointed hat, and her warm disposition was marred by the concern in her aged eyes. She surveyed the Potions Master, her former student and now a middle-aged man, whose weary disposition bore all the strain and exhaustion that the war had wreaked upon him quite unfairly. It made her terribly sad to see him, a man much younger in years, looking far more burnt out than she.

Severus took no notice of her thoughtful consideration and did not relax his stiff stance. His fists were clenched at his sides and his strong jaw was tight and unmoving. She knew he was more than displeased with this suggestion, nay, decision, that she had made without his knowledge. She stood up and advanced cautiously around her desk to face him.

"Severus, please. You should see this as a good thing, not as an attack upon you. You are a brilliant Potions Master, one of the few the wizarding world is lucky to have left. You're too precious to this school to lose, but you cannot carry on with the workload that you've had in the past. It isn't fair to you or to your family, for that matter, and you know as well as I that it simply cannot continue any longer."

There was an air of motherliness in her tone that rattled Severus to the core, despite being immune to it now; however, at the moment, it only fueled Severus's anger, but he tried to suppress it as best he could.

"This is madness, Minerva!" he growled but was admittedly too spent at the moment to argue. "While I'm more than capable of handling these affairs as I always have, I will do as you and the Ministry see fit. Now, if you will excuse me!"

He turned abruptly to leave, his cloak sweeping the air behind him as he strutted towards the door, but McGonagall stopped him before he could reach for the handle. "Severus," she called out and he hesitated, his back still turned away from her. "Perhaps, if it makes this matter any easier for you, you could select one of your daughters? The Ministry and I have no objection to that."

Severus swung his head around and stared at the Headmistress menacingly. His dark eyes narrowed, but he offered her no response.

"Perhaps Surina," Minerva pressed on, "or Hailey if she is placed in Slytherin? As I understand it, you see Surina more often than Lily as the Head of Slytherin House." She watched as Severus placed his arms carefully behind his back. "You don't have a choice Severus, and I'd rather see you chose a student—a family member—who knows your disposition well enough to not be, um, well—"

A wry smile formed at the corners of Severus's mouth as he watched Minerva struggle to form her next words, knowing exactly what she wanted to say but could not. "I see," he replied, purposely coy. "May I go? I have much preparation to do before the students arrive."

"Certainly, Severus, I won't deter you any longer, but I expect a decision by the end of the week."

Severus gave a slight bow and promptly exited the Headmistress's office, leaving her standing alone at her desk with nothing but the sound of his boots marching down the staircase as he disappeared. He moved hastily through the long corridors of the castle, grateful not to encounter any faculty as he went. His reserved, unemotional demeanor fluctuated as he reached the dungeons, his thoughts growing more infuriated with every step.

How dare Minerva! How dare the Ministry! As if I'm some sort of decrepit old fool, incapable of doing anything myself!

When he reached his classroom in the frozen dungeons, he slammed the door with such force that the sound reverberated off the walls and shook the ceiling above. Some dust flew down from the high-vaulted buttresses, but Severus took no notice. He stomped to his desk at the front of the classroom and practically collapsed into his chair, his face hung in his hands and the infamous black hair masking his enraged visage.

An assistant! What are they thinking? The bastards! Has not the Ministry interfered enough with my life? I don't need any help! Why am I being treated more or less like some crippled, debilitated has-been? I'm a Potions Master! I fought in the war! I was a spy against the Dark Lord for seventeen goddamned years! Who are those cowards to say what I can and cannot do? How dare they tell me what I need!

He pounded his fist on the desk, spilling ink and sending his quill flying across the room. He did not bother to clean up the mess but continued fuming over the inconvenient predicament he now found himself in.

DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!

Severus heaved a frustrated sigh and sat up in his seat, rubbing his fingers through his hair a few times. He was so infuriated that his hands were trembling, and they never shook. He examined them closely and his weary eyes showed a slight but evident emotional disgust that was indisputable. Eventually, he dropped his hands to his sides, as if in defeat, and wrapped his cloak around himself like a cocoon, noting the chilly air in the room.

Severus took his wand from a pocket inside his coat. "Incendio," he whispered, and heat erupted from his wand into the fireplace next to his desk, creating instant warmth that eventually filled the entire classroom.

For a lengthy time, the somber Potions Master sat in silence, his pallid face reflecting the fatigue that coursed through his entire body. He rested his chin in one hand and thought over the unnerving conversation he had just had with the McGonagall.

As affronted as he was—and he was indeed burning with the utmost displeasure—if he was to take on an assistant, Severus could not dismiss his colleague's annoyingly valid points, no matter how hard he tried. For one, he knew that one of his daughters was most suited for such a job. It was partly because he would rather employ one of his children than some ghastly, exasperating student—of which there were too many to count—but also because, Severus was rather proud to admit, his girls were incredibly bright. Lily, Surina or Hailey, he knew, would be more than capable of taking on any task Severus threw at them. No, he would not ask some little potions prodigy from Slytherin House. If it had to be anyone, it should be one of his girls and no one else.

I suppose I'll have to ask one of them for appearance's sake, Severus digressed, though he was hardly about to give up on the notion of going on alone as he always had. There was still time to figure a way out of this. If he could actually find that time was another matter.

Severus immediately thought of Surina, as McGonagall had suggested earlier. She is an exceptional witch, he boasted proudly to himself, even for a Slytherin.

In her first year at Hogwarts, Surina had more than mastered basic Potions under her father's guidance and, going into her second year, Severus determined that she would be able to handle her studies and an assistantship with ease. Yet he was also aware that she wanted to try out for the Quidditch team this year, and finding time to assist him if—when—she started practice could prove difficult.

Severus frowned, and his mind turned to Lily. In years past, the name alone would have only brought him tremendous pain to think on, but times had changed dramatically. Since the birth of his eldest daughter, the name had taken on an entirely different connotation, which he had long forgotten. Such positivity had hardly existed before she came along; or before Hermione, for that matter.

It had been at Hermione's suggestion that they name their firstborn Lily and it had shocked Severus when she suggested the name at the time. Hermione, however, was always surprising him, and still did. She had insisted that the name did not, in fact, bother her all that much, that it was quite lovely and appropriate to pay memory to the one friend Severus had had growing up, and, though Hermione had her own mixed opinions about events that transpired between Lily Evans and Severus later on, she put them aside in the hopes that doing so might even bring further closure to everyone. It still took a great deal of convincing to get Severus to agree to the name, but now he could not imagine calling her by any other.

Yes... Lily, my second gifted Know-It-All.

Lily was undoubtedly like her mother, and she had found the art of Potion-making the one subject in which she was challenged. It was the only class that frazzled her and had led to many frustrations between the pair of them; however, Severus privately knew that his own less-than-formidable antics towards her and the Gryffindors in her class most likely did not boost her self-confidence.

Still, he considered thoughtfully, she is immensely bright as well as the most mature and advanced. He would certainly feel relatively comfortable letting Lily assist and could trust her enough not to blow anything up. Or so he hoped...

And then there was Hailey. It's her first year. She will probably be overwhelmed enough as it is. Yet remembering how she had acted this morning, Severus began having second thoughts. Perhaps it would make the transition into academic life much easier for her, getting to see me frequently and learning more about what I do...

Severus thought about his third daughter for a long while. She reminded him so much of Hermione. Though Lily possessed her mother's work ethic and both of her parents' sharp intellect, Hailey was her mother to a fault. She resembled Hermione to the point that it was uncanny, often forcing Severus to do a double take when he looked at her or overheard certain things that she said. Physically, she was an eleven-year-old Hermione, and she possessed literally all of her mother's mentality about the world. Severus contemplated over just how much that may be tested, beginning tomorrow. Could she handle Potion-making and an assistantship?

I suppose that will depend on how she performs tomorrow...

Severus rubbed his temples and let out a prolonged sigh. He had not given it much thought lately but, now that McGonagall had planted the annoying idea in his mind, he was indeed feeling the effects of longevity. His entire body was worn, as if all the physical torments and emotional tortures of the past had stretched him too thin, despite the rather contented life he now led.

The past nineteen years had contained such a contrast of experiences, a whirlwind of remarkable adventures: falling in love—which Severus had never expected to find again—taking Hermione as his lifelong companion, and the birth of his children. They were all pleasures he could never have anticipated. Severus had given up hope on such ideas long before that bright witch entered his life so unexpectedly.

Severus was equally aware of how no one else expected such luck to happen to him. Not to Severus Snape, the long-hated and terrifying Potions Master, former Death Eater who had served the Dark Lord, so-called 'murderer' of the infamous Albus Dumbledore, even after his name had been cleared of such crimes. Thank Merlin that was all over, he thought, his mind sweeping through time. He could not relive those awful, dark days ever again, even if he still had had the strength in him.

Never again, he concluded. Severus's mind began to wonder aimlessly. Would his life, if it could be called such a thing, he lamented, be at all different post-war had he not fallen in love with Hermione? He quickly averted the notion as soon as it entered his mind. It was virtually impossible to imagine his life without Hermione Granger or their four children anymore. The old memories were too dismal, containing nothing but emptiness, despair and all-consuming loneliness, a never-ending suffering that everyone was convinced would eventually have killed him.

Severus shook his head suddenly, growing frustrated as the dawn of the impending hour drew him out of his repose. How much time had he just wasted? The students would be arriving within the hour, and he still did not have his lectures prepared for the following day. He also had not made a decision about his assistant, but that could wait.

The first years entered the Great Hall with Professor Aberforth Dumbledore, who had taken the position of Transfiguration from McGonagall once she took the post of Headmistress. Their heads thrashed madly around the room, soaking in the wonderment of the bewitched night sky above, the levitating candles, and the ghosts that fluttered in and out of the walls. The older students scrutinized them as they descended towards the front of the Great Hall where all the teachers were gathered, including Severus.

When the first years trickled in one by one, Severus's eyes immediately searched for Hailey. He had already spotted Lily at the Gryffindor table with other third years and Surina at the Slytherin table with her friends. Hailey was the only Snape yet to be accounted for, and he breathed a sigh of relief when her shaggy head emerged behind Hugo Weasley and Albus Potter. That thick brown hair was unmistakable, but she did not appear any more awkward than the other first years. Every one of them was gawking about, both excited and terrified to be at the center of everyone's attention.

Hailey stood near the front of the line between Albus and Hugo. Severus was satisfied, if not a tad surprised, to see that her demeanor had completely changed. She was less fidgety now than this morning, more relaxed, and whispered excitedly to the two boys next to her. Her lips moved at a rapid pace.

She seems almost happy.

Professor Dumbledore wasted little time and started reading off a list of names from a parchment clasped in his hand. Each time, a first year stepped forward rather reluctantly to have the Sorting Hat placed on his or her head. Hailey watched as Albus was sorted into Gryffindor. He beamed at her before rushing over to the Gryffindor table to loud hoots and hollers. James, his older brother, and Lily were amongst those who applauded and patted him on the back.

Hailey turned around and her nervous eyes locked on her father, seated a few feet away. She had not noticed him upon entering the Great Hall, having been too absorbed in her magical surroundings, and was relieved to catch sight of his familiar face.

Severus was staring back at her with his typical unreadable expression, but the black eyes somehow seemed to assure her not to worry. She cracked a smile for him when her name was abruptly called out by the elderly wizard with the long, white beard.

"Hailey Snape!" Aberforth Dumbledore declared in a rough voice.

There was a faint murmur from the students—mainly from the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables—and several students' heads turned towards the unpopular Potions Master at the head table, Lily and Surina among them. Both were keenly interested in which house their sister would end up, but they were equally curious as to their father's reaction. Severus was not showing much regard for the matter at all, but Lily and Surina knew better. He had to be just as curious as they were.

Hailey chanced a side glance at him before sitting atop the stool in front of her. Dumbledore offered her a friendly grin as he placed the Sorting Hat on her head, which sprang to life and began to speak.

"HA! A Snape! Ahhh, yes, you're a peculiar lot, you Snapes! The rivalry is unmistakable... Oh, where to put you, where to put you… Hmmm. Shall it be Gryffindor? I see plenty of courage in you; a very bright mind, too. Or perhaps...Slytherin? Oh, I can see you in Slytherin, too, doing great things. Very great, indeed. Oh, yes..." Hailey swallowed hard, unable to speak, and the Sorting Hat sensed her inner dilemma. "Oh, the confusion! Yes, you wonder which house you should be in! Slytherin, like your father, or Gryffindor, like your mother. Or another house, perhaps? Yes, yes... It troubles you greatly, does it not?"

"Y – Yes," Hailey muttered with eyes squeezed shut. She could hear the muffled sound of voices throughout the room, but she had no idea what they were saying.

"Perhaps I should make the decision easier for you, yes?" prodded the Sorting Hat with a broad, catlike grin.

"Y – Yes, pl - please." Hailey could hardly breathe. Oh, how she wished the Sorting Hat would just get on with it!

"Well, since you're not sure, and I know best, it had better be..." A long pause; for Hailey, it felt more like an eternity. "GRYFFINDOR!"

An eruption of applause filled the Great Hall. Hailey felt herself drifting in slow motion towards the Gryffindor table. Lily sprang up and over to hug her sister. Hailey hung back for a moment, soaking in her surroundings, and eventually took a seat next to Albus, who was clapping and hollering with the rest of their table. She let out the breath she had been holding and glanced over at the head table.

Severus clapped, albeit briefly, showing no marked emotion over the occasion at all, and several thoughts began running through Hailey's brain. Was he happy for her? Was he angry, or worse, disappointed that she had not been placed in Slytherin?

She sucked in another gulp of air. Her father, as if privy to her thoughts, suddenly dipped his head ever so slightly. It happened far too quickly, and no one else would have noticed, but the gesture did not escape Hailey's observance. She took it as a good omen, whatever it may be, and smiled.

She then turned around and caught sight of Surina at the Slytherin table. Surina was half-standing at her seat, trying to catch a glimpse of her little sister. That black hair, like Severus's, was unmistakable, and fell over her shoulders and down her pale arms, every strand flawlessly combed and shining.

When their eyes met, Surina offered Hailey a reassuring nod before slinking back into her spot. Hailey felt the breath she was holding give way in relief and eased into her spot at the Gryffindor table, relishing this small but unforgettable moment.

Everyone's attention returned to the Sorting Ceremony. Hugo was placed into Gryffindor with Hailey and Albus, and Professor McGonagall spoke briefly to the students when the Sorting Ceremony was over. She welcomed new and old students alike, and then, much to Hailey's delight, a feast of the most delicious, mouthwatering food emerged at each house table.

The hustle and bustle of chatter that followed filled the Great Hall. Hailey struck up conversations with several older Gryffindors, including some of Lily's friends whom she already knew, and was finally beginning to settle in. She was becoming more at home at Hogwarts with each passing minute, more than she ever imagined she could. The place was truly spectacular. Why had she ever doubted coming here?

At one point during the course of the welcome dinner, Hailey peeked over at the head table, looking for Severus. His drab hair, robes, and ghostly complexion were easily spotted amongst all the other very colorfully-attired teachers, but something did not seem right to her, and an unsettling awareness lodged in the pit of her stomach. He was not speaking to any of the other teachers around him, though they seemed to be including him in their conversations. An elderly wizard to his left was leaning into him, and the Headmistress to his right was also bent low in conversation, her body turned towards him.

Severus's eyes were fixed on the plate in front of him. He appeared to be taking small bites from an otherwise full platter, inadvertently moving his fork around his plate, but not really taking much to his mouth. His skin, though also very white, seemed a shade paler than usual—almost blue—or was that her imagination? Every line in his face was quite severe, which Hailey concluded she must not have properly noticed before. Had her father always looked that...old? She was sure he had not—tired, yes, even sickly at times—but not old.

Hugo's voice brought her concentration back to their table. "Hailey?"

She turned to face the ginger head sitting across from her. He had the same befuddled expression that he had worn at the train station when their parents were laughing; only he now had stains around his mouth from all the food he had been shoveling down. She gave him a meek smile, trying to suppress her amusement at Hugo's ghastly display.

"You all right?" he mumbled, his mouth full of food.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Lily, a few seats down, whipped her head around. Her curls hung loosly and gracefully about her shoulders and were offset by a thick, red headband. James Potter was seated across from her on the same side as Hailey, and Hailey could have sworn he was gaping at Lily in a rather peculiar sort of way.

"What is it, Hailey?" Lily asked, oblivious to the Potter boy blatantly staring at her.

"Nothing. I'm fine!"

Hailey haphazardly grabbed her fork and dug into her food. Lily, however, was unconvinced, though eventually she struck up a conversation with another third year girl seated next to her.

When Albus and Hugo were happily engaged in a discussion about Quidditch, Hailey decided to check the head table again and was met with a sense of panic. Her father was no longer seated where he had been a few minutes before. He was gone and nowhere to be found. Her eyes darted across the Great Hall, her bushy hair whipping this way and that.

Where did Dad go? I didn't see him leave!

"Hailey? What's the matter?"

Albus, seated to her right, had poked his dark head into her line of vision to get her attention. Hailey blushed, temporarily losing her focus, and noticed that Lily was checking her over as well. Her eyebrows were raised curiously.

"Oh, erm, sorry," Hailey stumbled, shifting in her seat. "I was just looking for my dad, but he seems to have left."

"Oh!" Hugo seemed to be hoping her behavior was in reference to something more interesting. He resumed stuffing himself full of pudding, some of which missed his mouth and dripped onto his already stained robes.

Lily leaned over so as not to shout over all the chatter. "He probably just went back to his office, sis. Dad doesn't normally stick around for entire meals, not even for the opening ceremony."

Hailey suddenly felt foolish, and her flushed cheeks displayed her embarrassment. "Oh, I see," she said with hesitation, which Lily misread as an indication that she was somehow disappointed.

"You'll see him tomorrow, Hailey. When you have Potions, you can talk to him then."

Lily gave her sister an affectionate smile before returning her attention to James and her friends. Hailey could not deny being put out that Severus had not bothered to come over and speak to her before leaving for the night. She would have liked him to say something to her, perhaps even reassure her that he was not angry at her for not being placed into Slytherin House.

No, he's not mad. He let you know that already, didn't he? she berated herself, trying to calm herself.

Hailey decidedly put him to the back of her mind and joined in on Albus's and Hugo's Quidditch predictions for the school year. Gryffindor would win and take back the House Cup from the Slytherins, finally breaking their losing streak. Hailey found herself quieting though, once the energetic conversation amongst the entire table switched from friendly jabs at their house rivalry to more colorful words of disdain for Slytherin House. She was thoroughly relieved when everyone began heading out of the Great Hall to their dormitories.

As she exited into the hallway, Hailey was delighted to find Surina waiting for her at a nearby statue. She hustled over to her older sister, who was grinning at her with her perfect red lips. Her black hair was shimmering against the flickering lights from the torches along the hallway, causing a few stares from some of the older male students. Hailey had long admired her older sister, and had even felt a bit jealous at times. She had always thought Surina was quite stunning but in an unusual way. People always seemed to gawk at her and Lily, too.

"Hey, sis!"

"Surina!" Hailey exclaimed as she reached her side.

"Congrats on getting into Gryffindor!"

Hailey's brown eyes widened. She had not expected Surina to praise her for getting into a different house, and the surprise on her face was hardly discreet. Surina rolled her eyes at her sister's reaction and the act reminded Hailey so much of their father that a slight giggle escaped her mouth.

"Just because you didn't get into Slytherin House doesn't mean I'm not happy for you, Hailey!" Surina shook her head, her silky hair waving behind her back.

"But after all that talk this morning about how Slytherin is better than Gryffindor?"

Surina shrugged nonchalantly and grabbed Hailey by the shoulders. She was only slightly taller, having grown an inch or two over the summer. There was no animosity in her eyes as she stared down at Hailey, her expression not at all like earlier that morning when she had scrutinized Lily so disapprovingly, as if she were a house-elf.

"Well, we are better!" Surina snickered and gave her sister a wink.

Hailey's mouth dropped in protest, but instead she wrapped her arms around Surina in a firm hug. "Will I see you at all this year?" she pleaded.

Hailey stepped back, scanning her sister's handsome face, and saw Surina's happy disposition become rather fragile. Hailey reacted and loosened her grip.

"Yeah, sure, we'll see each other..."

Surina was evidently unconvinced by her own words and the pretty, wide grin she had displayed moments before was gone. Her deep-seated frown was so very much like Severus that it made Hailey at once ache for his presence.

"I hope so, sis!" Hailey prodded Surina with her finger. "Let's make a constant effort to, all right? Promise?"

She was appeased to see Surina's smile return, albeit not like before, and she shoved Hailey back in agreement, sending her stumbling backwards a few steps, causing them both to giggle. They surveyed one another with an affection that only siblings could share, even if they were, in fact, rivals.

"See you later, Hailey!"

"See you!"

Hailey watched as Surina dashed away towards the Slytherin common room. Hailey's heart sunk a little as her older sister descended in the opposite direction, towards another house instead of Hailey's own. Her black and green robes breezed after her as her slim frame treaded away, out of view.

Her mind immediately wondered to what Surina might be thinking. She now had two sisters in Gryffindor House. Did that upset her? Was she taking it badly? Hailey hoped not. She would not have minded being placed in Slytherin herself since their father was a Slytherin, but she could not disguise her sudden angst for Surina's ordeal, if there were one.

Don't be silly, Hailey! Surina has friends. She'll be just fine.

"Hailey! C'mon!"

Albus had his hands cupped to his mouth and had been calling to her from the other end of the hallway for some time. His shouts startled her out of her wonderings. She rushed to Albus' and Hugo's sides as she and the rest of the first years made their way towards the Gryffindor common room for the first time.
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