“Just a moment, please, Minerva. I have an announcement to make.”
The entire Great Hall, including Professor McGonagall, froze in surprise at the Sorting Hat’s voice. Unlike a moment ago, where it had sounded like a grumpy old man as it Sorted the new students, now its voice had changed, to a younger baritone. Professor McGonagall instinctively stepped back as the Hat rose off of the stool to hover at just over six feet off of the ground. Excited whispers filled the air as a golden glow began to shimmer from the Hat, growing and expanding until it reached the ground and covered the entire dais.
When it cleared, there were four people standing there; two men, and two women.
“Will the following students please come forward: Harry Potter. Hermione Granger. Dean Thomas.”
The students in question exchanged a look, Harry and Hermione with resignation, Dean with confusion.
“You three were the only ones who were given a choice of which Houses you wanted to go to.” Arthur said quietly. “But you are young still, to define yourself by one trait or another. Therefore, we would like to see what would happen if you had gone to your second option.”
“Harry Potter. Things are not always as they seem, especially on the inside looking out, instead of the outside looking in. FOr this one year, you are a Slytherin. Power also comes in all formats, large and small. Be cunning. Be resourceful.
Hermione Granger. Knowledge isn’t always purely obtained from books. Seek it out, but not so much that you miss the lessons taught by the world in front of you. And remember: the more minds involved, the wider your perspective.
Dean Thomas, you may be wondering what you are doing up here,but make no mistake: you are important. For being you, and your ability to persevere and stay loyal to those you trust and love. Remember that a lion and a badger both fight just as viciously when their home and family are attacked.”
Overwhelmed, Dean reluctantly turned to make his way to his new table, but Hermione stood firm. When Harry saw that she hadn’t moved, he stood with her, shoulder to shoulder, quietly challenging and resolute.
“No. I will not go to Ravenclaw. Put me in Slytherin with Harry.” She stated firmly. Harry immediately s
“Child, it is too dangerous.” Gwen said softly.
Hermione lifted her chin defiantly. “I don’t care. Harry is my family. We protect each other. I can’t do that if we’re in different Houses. I can handled the Slytherins.”
Arthur regarded her curiously. “You have a very strong sense of loyalty to a boy with whom you have no blood relation. Why?”
“We are not related by blood, no, but he is my family, by war and magic.” She answered. “We have been through things that no one our age should have to experience already. We balance each other out.”
“Two sides of the same coin.” Merlin murmured with a smirk, ignoring the twin glares from the Pendragon siblings. “Harry is a strong young man. Perhaps he needs to prove himself on his own.”
“But what better sign of restoring Slytherin House to its true purpose than by accepting a witch of common blood? A symbol of good faith and unity, as his majesty was to be so for magicals and non?”
“Oh, I like her.” Morgana smirked. “Very well, child.” She waved her hand, and Hermione’s crest changed from blue and bronze to green and silver.