So we've all heard the stories of Hogwarts through Harry's eyes, learning about the wizarding world...but what about the Muggleborns? What happened to them? You can't seriously expect them to just give up their entire culture for a bunch of supremacist bigots...
So what happens in Hogwarts when the purebloods aren't looking? Look no further to find out.
Mostly random snapshots, nothing too big.
Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Hogwarts, September 1st, after the feast
"This is the Hufflepuff dorm entrance," said the prefect as she came to a stop next to a pile of barrels. "Now, watch carefully. It's the second barrel from the left, third down-" she knocked on the specified one and the whole pile swung outwards, revealing a doorway. "-To the tune of 'Helga Hufflepuff. Make sure you get it right - the entrance is booby trapped." She led the new first-years in, who were all now a bit nervous about trying to get in on their own.
"This is the common room," the male prefect announced, swinging around to face the group and spreading his arms. "The plants are here to stay, as our Head of House is also the Herbology professor. Professor Sprout is available on weekends if you've got any questions, and don't worry about the plants - they're all perfectly friendly.
"You will be divided into gender-based dorms - as a recent development, there is a third gender-neutral dorm for anyone who would be more comfortable there. Boys dorms are to the left, girls to the right, and the third ones are straight down that hallway." He gestured as he spoke, pointing out each of the little halls.
"Remember now," the female prefect continued, "You are a Hufflepuff now, and that means you will all support each other. We are the House of the loyal, and you must do your best to uphold that ideal. Don't stress about it, though. You don't need to go about every day making sure you uphold your House traditions."
"We'll also be here if you need help with something," said the other prefect. "I am Tom, this is Sheila, and one of us or the other upper-years will be perfectly willing to help you out with anything. Any questions? No? Good! Everyone to your dorms."
As the students filed to the left and right, a girl tugged on Tom's sleeve. "I have a question," she said. "What's the wifi password?"
Tom looked at her, puzzled. "What's wifi?"
The girl looked up at him, horrified.
Hogwarts was a bad decision, she thought in the moment. Very, very bad.