Hello people! This is the last chapter of Roses! It will start out in Dumbledore's view, then Qurriel's, then a surprise view, and end with Severus' own. I hope you have enjoyed the story so far 'sniff sniff' It has been a good time, Enjoy!

Dumbledore looked over the crowd of children coming into the castle. The start of a new school year was such a marvelous thing! He could barely wait to see all the new first years, especially the hero himself: Harry Potter.

The olden wizard chuckled in his head, I wonder if Harry would still looks like a mini version of James? He thought. The last time he saw the child, he had the unruly Potter hair and was the almost the very image of his father with his mother's eyes.

The whispers and nervous chatter of children entered the hall. The first years entered the hall with frightened and amazed looks. Dumbledore looked around the children to see a mini James and was curious when he didn't see one.

Maybe he grew out of it. He thought turning his attention back to the sorting. Well, at least it looked like he was paying attention. In reality he was zoned out until he heard a 'Potter, Hadrial!'

The hall quieted down as a small boy walked forward. His curly black hair covered his scar and he kept his head down so you couldn't see his face. The hat was placed on his head and after about five minutes 'Gryffindor!' was yelled out.

The red and gold table jumped out their seats and the twins kept on saying "We got Potter! We got Potter!" The boy ran to his table and when Harry hesitantly turned to the staff table, Albus almost had a heart attack.

The child didn't have his father's features like he did as a baby, those features had gotten softer. His eyes weren't the light green of a child, but the blinding shade of the killing curse. If Albus didn't know better he would have thought Harry was the product of Lily and Tom. Strangely enough, while he had James' eyesight and unruly hair, the child looked more like a Black then a Potter.

Albus hoped it was just certain genes coming forward. After all James did have Gaunt relatives and Dorea Black was his mother. Maybe it was just a coincidence, after all it wasn't like Harry spoke Parseltongue?

Quirrell looked at the first years with faux interest. He didn't really care about them. But he would be lying to say he didn't want to see the boy who defeated his master.

Quirrell, there is the boy! The former Dark Lord whispered in his servant's ear. Quirrell looked down just in time to see a small first-year walk towards the Sorting Hat. Let me be in front, I want to see the child. Quirrell closed his pale blue eyes and when he opened it again it was a dark shade of red-almost brown.

Voldemort watched as the boy who defeated him had the hat placed on him. The child had his face down and seemed to freeze up in the stool. The boy was mouthing something over and over again and the hat seemed to raise an eyebrow -well, if it had one- before chuckling softly.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat called out at last.

Voldemort sneered, of course the 'Golden boy' would go to the house of lions. The former dark lord rolled his eyes before letting Quirrell take control again.

It was quite a shame he didn't wait a few minutes. If he had he would have seen how much Potter looked like him, and just like in another alternate universe, he would have realized Harry was the reincarnation of Hadrian. The two could have destroyed both the light and dark side and reunite it all as Magic.

Instead of Dark vs Light, it could have been just magic. No prejudice, no hatred of magical creatures, just magic. But that universe couldn't happen now. Even if Voldemort would realize it the earliest would be in Harry's fifth year. By then Voldemort would cause enough damage that Harry would never even think about joining him.

What was sad in itself, Harry was the key to helping Voldemort raise in the world, without murder of innocents. Harry's face alone would keep Voldemort from going totally insane as he had done in the original universe, those features would remind him to never go to far.

Fate sighed from her place in the skies. She hoped Voldemort would realize it and the prophecy could be void, but because he didn't he doomed himself.

It was irony how one small thing could change one's destiny.

Fate grabbed the dark hazel string with with a wince, cut it.

Voldemort's fate was settled. It seems like the Light side would win this round. Maybe Harry's future daughter Amaryllis would reunite the magical world. Out of all the Potter children she was the only one to be born with a strict grey core after all.

Fate smiled, maybe all hope wasn't lost especially if she switched a few things up, the goddess giggled at all the chaos that could happen. Maybe she should make Amaryllis fall for whoever the future dark lord was. But for that to happen, the immoral being had to choose Amaryllis' soul mate...

Would Scorpius Malfoy be a good dark lord?

The first time Severus Snape saw Harry Potter he almost jumped. He was expecting the arrogant, smug face of one James Potter with innocent Lily's eyes. Instead it was worse.

The child's face wasn't the carbon copy of James Potter, it was the mix of Lily's and...

The Dark Lord's.

Severus wasn't dumb, he was smart enough to know that Tom Marvolo Riddle and Voldemort were the same. All you had to do was arranged the letters and add I am in front of it.

But that raised questions. Did Lily cheat on James, or was she raped? Or was it just a coincidence?

The thing that freaked Severus out the most was that Potter reminded him of someone. It was a small memory but he still remembered it.

"Severus, I like you to meet Hadrian." Lucius Malfoy smoothly said. Severus looked across the room to see a small seven-year old boy drawing a picture. All you could see were his chubby pale hands sketching out something and dark curly hair covering his face.

"Hello Hadrian." Severus nervously said. The boy ignored him and continued sketching. Lucius chuckled "He has been treating everyone, even his father, like that for the past two weeks. Well I better get going, you can gt acquainted with Hadrian." The blonde disappeared out the door leaving Severus alone with the boy.

"Are you a new death eater?" Hadrian said after a few awkward moments of Severus asking questions and Hardian ignoring him.

"Yes I am." Severus responded wondering what this had to do with him.

Hadrian looked up with big green eyes and handed Severus the picture he was drawing. It was a strange mark to say the least. Severus was surprised the kid even knew runes.

"It's my favorite sign and I want you to have it."

Severus looked into those big green eyes that reminded him of Lily and gave a rare smile.

"I promise."

Severus sighed, this wasn't a good time to ponder on memories. His next class was in a few minutes! The potions teacher cleaned up the mess some of the students from his last class had left behind and set the chairs right in a few seconds.

His next class had Potter in it, he couldn't be lost in old memories! But he couldn't help but grieve in his head. Unlike what most of the order believed, Severus had actually became a spy a few days after the Dark Lord informed his death eaters that his son was dead by his own hand. As evil as Tobias Snape was, he never crossed the line to the point of almost killing them. Snape pulled out the folded up picture that he had since he was in fifth year. A rune the shape of a lighting bolt was there, a Sowilo.

Severus heard the chatter of young students entering his classroom and sighed. He had to deal with Potter now or later.

Severus liked to think that 'now' was better. After all, the early bird gets the worm or in this case, the potions teacher annoys the living shit out of the student.

And for the record, Harry was the one who said that.

Important Information-

Snape's first words to Harry "Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Which according to Victorian Flower Language, asphodel is a type of lily meaning 'My regrets follow you to the grave' and wormwood means 'absence' and also typically symbolized bitter sorrow.

If you combined that, it meant 'I bitterly regret Lily's death'.

Also Severus in the story also asked the question (I made it up)- What kind of reaction is zephyr mixed with volkamenia with the liquid version of Milkvetch?

According to Victorian Flower Language, Zephyr means Expectation. Volkamenia means May you be happy and Milkvetch means your presence softens my pain .

I don't speak flower but I'm trying to say 'My expectation is for you to be happy and your presence softens my pain.'

It's dumb, but you try making a sentence out of flowers when you have never studied them! Also it softens his pain because Harry looks like Hadrial and has Lily's eyes.