Author's Note: It is fun, is it not, to wonder just what characteristics define us? That, I think, is the real draw of the Sorting Hat.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is for fun.
Warnings: AU.
Houses – Lily Evans
She fingered her scarf; black and yellow, repeated over and over again, until the tail of it reach her waist.
It wasn't like she had meant to be Sorted here. But when all that mattered to her was loyalty to her sister, when all she could picture was Tuney's face in the joy it used to have when they played together…
One day. One day she'd be reunited with Petunia. And if it meant working hard to get there, well, she knew when she hugged her again, it would be worth the toil.
On her gravestone, green ivy grew around - but never touched - the inscription: the toughest badger who ever lived.