Okay so it seems I've literally forgot to do this, and it's terrible,
ANY CHAPTERS IN THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. AT ALL. I MAKE NO PROFIT CAUSE IF I DID I'D BE ON A YACHT IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN. J.K ROWLING OWNS THIS AND SHE IS LITERALLY THE QUEEN OF LITERATURE AND YEAH.
Okay. Now that that's done, enjoy the chapter. It's a bit shorter than usual but I think that's what had to happen.
1st September 1998
Gasps and whispers echoed through the halls as Minerva McGonagall's words left her mouth.
She wasn't in shock of what the reaction was, in fact, she rather expected it. She had no idea what had brought her line of thinking to this, but it seemed practical.
Many people had changed throughout the war. Slytherin's became brave and courageous, Hufflepuff's became intelligent and witty, Gryffindor's had become ambitious and loyal and Ravenclaw's had gone to all means to achieve their end.
Minerva had thought this through. Each child was affected in their own way, yet the ones who stayed, and fighted against Voldemort, the ones who saw him die at the hand of Harry Potter, were the ones who had changed the most.
Everything was different for them now.
Her hand waved and every 7th and returning 8th year students robe turned blank. Not one had the colour ruby red, canary yellow, emerald green or ocean blue. Every one was blank.
Coughing lightly the talking throughout the hall ceased and she began.
The Gryffindor table cheered for the return of one of their vigilant fighters.
The sorting went on, Slytherin continued to lose people and Gryffindor seemed to gain.
Finally it came to what Harry and Ron would expect to be the most drastic of the sorting.
The whole hall watched as the blond boy lifted himself from his usual place at the Slytherin table and cautiously made his way over to the stall.
Carefully he sat down and McGonagall placed the hat upon his head.
1st September 1998
Draco Malfoy's Head
Draco was nervous. He had not been expecting anything like a resorting. He let out a shakey breath and closed his eyes.
Ah, young Mr Malfoy. How's Slytherin being treating you?
You've grown very much there, but can you grow some more. Perhaps in a different house? Hmm, descissions, descissions.
Draco was now quietly mumbling to himself.
Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin. Is that all you think of boy? Yes? Well it'll have to be.
Draco let out a breath of relief.
Draco nodded to himself and made his way back over to Slytherin and back into his seat.
Across the hall at the end of the Gryffindor table Aletha sat shaking with laughter at the Slytherin Prince's sorting. Who knew he had changed so little.
"And finally our last three 8th year returners. The saviours of the Wizarding world,"
Ron jumped from his seat and strutted up to the stool. Sitting down he grinned confidently and held his gaze on Harry.
Ron let out a visible sigh of relief and stood up off the stool and quickly jogged down to the spot where he was sitting before.
Harry yelped and every eye turned to him. Draco rolled his eyes and looked away from the boy-who-lived-now-twice.
Harry jumped to his feet and nearly skipped up to the stool.
He was so confident.
He sat down and waited for the hat to scream out Gryffindor.
Hello Harry Potter.
I see you've changed a lot since I last saw you. I honestly can't believe that I once considered only Slytherin and Gryffindor for you. You are worth so much more.
You have great ambition Harry Potter. You could be powerful you know. Nobody would defy you.
Harry began to panick. He wasn't like that. He wasn't like a Slytherin. The hat apparently took notice of this thought and finally blurted out a house.
Harry sagged in relief. He wasn't going to be sorted into the house his father hated.
Aletha watched the relieved face of her best friend, and realised once her transformations had taken place, their relationship would never be the same.
Leaning back from the table she watched Harry seemingly prance down to his seat by Ron, but not before looking around the hall, searching for someone.
She ducked her head quickly and then put her eyes onto McGonagall.
"Finally, we have Hermione Granger." Her strict voice rung out across the hall.
Aletha closed her eyes and breathed in. She would do this, if not for herself but for her parents.
She placed two hands on the table and stood shakily. Stepping out from behind the bench she slowly made her way down the middle aisle of the hall. Eyes from every corner of the room watched her. Fingers wrung together, shaking legs and a deathly pale complexion.
This was not the Hermione Granger they knew.
This was not the brains of the Golden Trio.
This was not a woman who had victoriously won a war.
She finally reached the stool and sat down. Her hands clamped into fists at her side. McGonagall lowered the hat onto her head and she waited for the voice to intrude her mind.
1st September 1998
Aletha Elswood's Head
Hello Hermione Granger, or should I call you Aletha? Yes I think I will.
Your case is very perculiar. I wonder if you know, no matter how hard I try you will never fit into only one house... Aletha.
You're too much of an all rounder. You're brave, that much is obvious, you were loyal to your friends and used your smarts to plan, but you're cunning. Maybe more than brave. You used it didn't you? You were cunning in that final battle.
Maybe Slytherin shall fit you most.
Or maybe Gryffindor, you are most certainly brave enough.
Or Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw you certainly are smart and loyal enough.
I just cannot choose.
Maybe a new house is in order hmm? No. I shall not disrespect my roots but you will have to choose.