A/N: The amount of fan fictions that were Mary Sue fests angered me into writing something with a character that doesn't have every power on and off the books. Off we go…

The sound of the grandfather clock was deafening. Its ticking was one among a chorus of other contraptions that cluttered the Headmaster's Office. The eleven year old girl sat stone still in the headmaster's office. The seriousness of her expression and rigidness of posture looked foreign on the face of one so young. She was tall for her age, still in the tomboy stage of her life. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail because her mother had refused to let her cut it short. Tick. Tock. Tick. Toc...Her she stared silently into the abyss.

"Would you like some toffee?" The headmaster asked casually. But the girl barley moved. Her hazel eyes swept over him blankly. "Child, this is not the end of the world." He said in a comforting tone. She glanced at him again and smothered the need to scream at him, hurt him, make him understand. "The Gryffindor house is nothing to be ashamed of." Her lips twitched to form a twisted grin. She opened her mouth to reply but footsteps echoing on the stairs effectively obliterated any comment she had in mind. The door opened and a man and a woman entered. The woman was obviously the more domineering of the two. It was easy to observe her stately walk and upturned chin in contrast to the slouching shoulders and skittish eyes of her husband.

"Albus, I assume you can guess the reason for our visit." She asked curtly, taking a seat in front of his desk. Her pitch black hair cascaded over her shoulders and her dark eyes were sharp and businesslike.

"Jeanne," Dumbledore paused, understanding quite well that Ashlynn Belisle's mother had not come to compromise but to force her decision on her daughter. "As I was trying to explain to Ashlynn here, the house of Gryffindor is perfectly respectable—"

Without apology she cut him off. "I don't care if you think it is respectable. Who do you think you're talking to? Some simple minded commoner? My family has been a part of the Slytherin house since this school began. It is a disgrace and I demand you transfer my daughter immediately. It is where she belongs."
"The decision of the sorting hat is final. Your daughter is where she belongs. Not once in this school has a student's house been changed and I will not start now."

"Perhaps, I have failed to make myself clear…" The woman seethed, standing up and towering over Dumbledore who remained seated. "I am not asking you to change her house. I am telling you, she is my daughter I will have her where I see fit. Not fornicating with a group of blood traitors and muggleborns."

"Perhaps," Dumbledore said, and calmly stood up to meet the woman's gaze. "I have not made myself clear. The placement is final. You should be proud that your daughter was chosen to be in such an honorable house. She has potential to become an excellent witch in such a noble house. And now if you have nothing else to discuss with me; I must ask you to leave. I have arrangements to speak with our ground's keeper, Hagrid." With that he gestured towards the door. Jeanne Belisle with her husband at her heels exited the room without any sort of acknowledgement toward their daughter.