Summary: Have you ever wondered why Harry was in Gryffindor not in Slytherin? Have you ever wondered why Hermione wasn't in Ravenclaw? Have you ever wondered why Neville wasn't in Hufflepuff? Have you ever wondered the sorting hat may have some problems in its design? Well, I have.
After the war, the golden trio led a difficult life. Harry and Ginny divorced after their 1 year marriage, leaving a little girl—Lily Luna Potter. Ron went out several times with different types of witches, and even wizards, but none made it right for him. As Harry couldn't bring up Lily and Teddy up at the same time, he had to take care of the over-naughty boy. Hermione had a crush on Draco Malfoy, they'd been together for 3 years, before Draco had to get married with Astoria Greengrass, according to his father. During the wedding, Hermione found a man quite attractive, a man old enough to be his father.
How would they react when they found the problems laying in the sorting hat? What is waiting for them ahead?
Rated M, in case there are something I want to write in the future…
Pairing: Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley and Lily Luna Potter, Hermione Granger and Severus Snape, Teddy Lupin and Sirius Snape.
(Sirius Snape was HG and SS's son, I could already picture Sev's face knowing his son's name)
PS: English is not my mother tongue, so anybody wanting to help me beta this story please contact me!
PPS: I may update rather slow, be patient with me, or you can check up any other interesting fanfictions out there. And if you are one to recommend, please recommend some to me. I'm open to all kinds of fanfictions.
Thanks to the song which inspire me, you can look it up.
羅生門 by 麥浚龍 謝安琪
Rashomon
Chapter 1: A page in Dumbledore's Diary
The memorial of the late Hogwarts' headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, one of the most greatest wizard of our time, who had died during the war against Voldemort( also known as He-who-must-not-be-named who struck attacks across Europe, causing the "dark era"), was held today, in Hogsmeade, where he rested.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived twice under the terror of Voldemort attended the memorial, together with his best friend, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, who had also played an important role in defeating the Dark Lord. For photos of these beloved three, you can turn to page 12.
The memorial went as the last four ones—Minerva McGonagall, now the headmistress of Hogwarts, former professor, shared what she knew about Dumbledore. Kingsley Shacklebolt, the minster of magic ministry, praised the wizard and wished him a happy afterlife.
The fifth edition of "Discover Dumbledore" will be published next month, where you can find detailed information of the greatest wizard.
Let us all bear his accomplishment in our heart!
'I can't believe it's been five years..' Molly Weasley, the red hair witch chocked, sobbing into her husband shoulder.
'I know, I know.' Arthur rubbed her hand, trying his best to soothe the witch.
Hermione paced back and forth in the living room of Grimaud 12, where the golden trio lived together. The bushy haired witch had her hands of her hips, a frown of her face, huffing, clearly irritated.
'How come it just missed? It should be there somewhere.' A flaming red hair wizard shrank under her gaze, making her more frustrated.
'I've been searching for 5 years, 5 whole years, for God's sake!' She throw her hands into the air, before sinking down into the sofa, crossing her arms before her.
'Maybe we should, you know, give up, It's all just a diary.' Harry suggested weakly from her side, scratching the back of his neck.
'All just a diary! It's Dumbledore's diary, not just Ron's diary!' Hermione snapped.
'What's wrong with my Diary. A diary is a diary!' Ron couldn't keep his temper any longer.
'Don't get her start on it, Ron.' The dark haired wizard reminded the other. It was already too late.
'Do you know what is in it?' The witch got up in an instance. 'Dumbledore, who had discovered the 12 uses of Dragon blood, a close friend of the maker of the philosopher's stone, the owner of the Erised mirror. You tell me, Ronald Weasley, how precious his diary is?'
'I bet you'll never know by that head on your neck!' Hermione spatted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
'Fine, I'll go find somewhere to live. You know what, I've had enough of you thinking me a loser, a dunderhead. You are no better than that bat in the dungeon, you are no better than Snape!' Ron went into his room. Before long, he was dragging two suitcases out.
'Ron, please wait.' Harry stopped him before he could apparate without a goodbye.
'What do you have to say, our hero?' Harry was getting on his nerves.
Harry, who was supposed to be his best mate, said nothing when he and Hermione argued, he watched the fight, only watched. What kind of friend is that? And they'd been living together for 5 years, let alone going to the same school for 7 years.
He should have known that Harry had a soft spot of Hermione. He had stood on her side when she dated Malfoy!
'Sorry, mate. But, can you help me with the cottage in Godric's Hollow? It's been there for 2 years, and I've been too busy to decorate it. You can buy what you want using the money in our vault. Would you prefer to lend me a hand?'
Harry had known that this day would come, since the day Hermione claimed that she went on a date with Draco Malfoy. They were poles apart, their attitudes towards everything was so different, conflicts couldn't be avoided.
The golden trio had more problems laying underneath the peaceful surface they revealed.
'Sure, see you.' Ron hugged Harry, glared at Hermione, and apparated with a 'pop'.
'Now you are on the same term with him.' Hermione was on Harry the next second.
Harry whipped around, nearly craned his neck, and gasped when he saw the witch in fury. 'I may need a shelter myself' the young man muttered.
'What?'
'Nothing.'
Then Hermione climbed the stairs, leaving Harry gaping after her departure. She had no time to spare him—she had to search this house for the thousandth time.
Seven hours later…
'Mione, I don't think you should touch his things.' Harry leaned on the doorframe, watching the witch flipping through Ron's belongings.
'Shut up, or I will ban you from living beside me!' She didn't look at the wizard, keeping searching undistractedly.
'How I wish.' The wizard muttered. Honestly, living in the room beside Hermione's turned out to the most disturbing thing in the world. You couldn't stop her from reading some text out aloud in the night when she got extremely excited. You had to endure her sudden 'visit', when she find it the 'proper' time to talk about the book she just finished, or her newest discovery. Her world orientated around one thing—book.
'Help me check the paper under this desk.' The witch called out. The wizard reluctantly picked up the piece of paper under a leg of the desk, and blew the dust off.
'Mione, I think this is it.' He whispered in awe. How could it still be readable was beyond him. He had to hold it carefully unless the paper being wretched any further.
The next instant, Hermione was standing beside him, reading the paper.
'I knew I was right!' Hermione squeaked, bouncing on the ball of her feet.
'Yeah.' Harry was too sleepy to get the meaning of the sentence, he only nodded, attempting to heading to his bed.
'No, how can it work for all these years?' It was clear as daylight that he got it wrong! No, no, no. I should do it all over again.' She hurried to her bedroom, slamming the door in the process.
Harry was totally oblivious of these, by that moment, he was already in his bed, snoring, his socks threatening to falling off his feet.
Waiting for Hermione to know that he had been walking on those socks and on his bed with the pair of them.
The next morning came without notice. Sprays of light worked their way through the window, and stopped behind the curtains of Hermione's bedroom.
In front of the witch, parchment laid out and the fourth quill in her hand was gonna be worn out, the same fate as the former three.
Broad grins broke on her face, she shot up.
'I knew it, I knew it!' She beamed.
After changing into proper clothes, she flooed to Hogwarts. Giving the headmistress quite a heart attack.