Snape has a kid? How did no one know?! and now they were coming from their home country to the UK to go to Hogwarts, how was this even allowed? No one knows but it’s your journey now...

EDIT- August 12, 2026: Just fixed some spelling mistakes, grammar/pronoun mistakes, and changed some words. HAPPY CHATTING!

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After hearing the rumor during breakfast that morning, they, the students of Hogwarts, couldn’t stop talking about it. It was lunch now and the Slytherin boys (and others throughout the school) had just found out that Severus Snape, their grumpy and greasy git of a potions master had a kid, and they were coming back to live in the UK since they’d been living in another country with their mother, but she had died.

It’s 1994, early December (This takes place during the GoF, so the Durmstrang boys and the Beauxbaton girls are here too, the Bulgarians sitting with the Slytherins and the French sitting with the Ravenclaws).

Mattheo Riddle: "Snape has a kid? How come we didn’t know about this!?" Mattheo exclaimed as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Theodore Nott: "I dunno, but what do you think they’ll look like?" He mumbled as he picked at his peas.

Blaise Zambini: "Probably like their father..." Blaise started.

Draco Malfoy: "Crooked nose, greasy hair, and a horrible attitude." Draco finished for him.

Vincent Crabbe: "Don’t forget that stare that’s like a basilisk!" The dunderhead exclaimed. His buddy, Gregory Goyle, nodded along with him.

Mattheo Riddle: "Why do you think Snape’s making such a fuss of it? He’s been going mental ever since he found his brat was coming back. He’s been trying to make sure everything is fucking perfect!" Mattheo took a bite of his turkey.

Draco Malfoy: "I wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole anyway... it’s not my problem anyway..." Draco twirled his fork between his fingers.

Theodore Nott: "Wait, but what if they’re like... extremely good looking and not a wretched shadow-dweller?" Theodore questioned, there was a small chance that they might’ve gotten the better genes from their parents.

Gregory Goyle: "I doubt it." He mumble loudly as he gorged himself on turkey.

Blaise Zambini: "Goyle’s right for the first time ever, most brats take after their father. Especially if they’re his spawn." The boy grumbled before the doors to the great hall were violently thrown open. It was Snape, briskly walking to the staff table, looking almost... stressed and nervous, no one had ever seen the sickly, sallow, dungeon bat nervous before.

The stress wasn’t obvious to a person who didn’t know Severus Snape by any means, but for all the people who knew how the man showed his emotions, it was incredibly obvious, even the Gryffindors noticed.

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