Voldemort is dead, Hogwarts is rebuilt, and Harry, and Hermione are back for their seventh year.
"Harry!" Hermione called running up to Harry, "Harry, wait up!"
Harry turned around to see his best friend running up to him. "Hey Hermione, whats wrong?"
"You know how the sorting hat was sort of destroyed in the battle?" Hermione asked.
Harry nodded, "Yeah."
"Well, they found a new one, but the bad news is is that, well, they are kind of making everyone go through the sorting again, which means, we might not be in Gryffindor this year."
"What!" Harry cried,"That's terrible news"
"McGonnagall said something about meeting new people."
"But we already know everyone. Neville likes dancing, Cho's a snitch, and Malfoy's a jerk." Harry said.
"I know, but it's either this, or we don't go to Hogwarts this year," Hermione replied, "and we both know that's not going to happen."
"Right,"
"I suppose we'll just have to make the best of it."
"This is it?" Hermione asked raising her eyebrows.
"Apparently," Harry replied. Standing in front of them was a run down old apartment building. They were renting it until the start of the year, but just standing there they were wondering what they got themselves into. They walked in to a fridge, toilet, and couch in the same room. They exchanged glances. Finally. . .
"Wow, okay," Hermione said.
"Wow," Harry said, "is the exact word I was looking for."
Hermione walks over to the chair and sits down. She pats the toilets seat and motions for Harry to sit down.
"Uh uh," Harry said," I'm not sitting on the toilet."
"Yes you are, we need to talk."
"Fine," Harry gave in throwing his arms up into the air. He walk over to the toilet seat and sat down.
"Do you have a plan?" he asked.
"For what?"
"For the sorting!"
"Oh that," Hermione said.
"Yes that!" Harry almost yelled.
"Not exactly-"
Harry sighed.
"But, we don't need a plan."
"And why is that?" Harry asked.
"Well," Hermione started.
"Exactly," Harry said proving his point.
"Here," Hermione said, "How many houses are there?"
"Four," Harry answered.
"Exactly, so you are only one person, so there is a one in four chance that you'll get into Slytherin. You don't mind the other houses right, you just care if you get into Slytherin."
"I suppose,"
"Then it's settled, we don't need a plan, now I"m going to bed, you coming?"
"Nah, I think I'll just hang out here on the toilet."
"Ok, suit yourself," Hermione said as she disappeared into one of the bedrooms. Seconds later she came out screaming.
"HARRRRRRYYYYYY!" she screamed grabbing his arm.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"C-cockroaches!"
"That's it. I'm going to my aunt and uncle's house."
"I'm coming with," Hermione said as they apperated all the way to Surrey.