A/N: For the Houses Competition
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Immortals by Fall Out Boy
Word count: 432
A fact of human nature is that we don't like square pegs. We like people to be nice and rounded so that they can fit into the holes that humanity has dug and attached labels to. It is a truth that is evident in all communities and societies, including the wizarding world.
At Hogwarts, the students are sorted into houses when they are eleven years old to dictate who they are going to be for the rest of their lives. The Slytherins are all evil, destined to become Death Eaters and dark wizards. Gryffindors are the brave knights, the golden stars shining bright in the blackest of nights. Hufflepuffs are the kind, quiet, meek ones with no single outstanding trait, and the Ravenclaws are studious nerds, all knowledge and no power. It has been this way for hundreds of years, so now even the students believe that the arbitrary allocation of their youth means that who they are at eleven is who they will be for the rest of their lives.
The truth of the matter is, however, that they don't have to be who the powers that be say they are. There are grey areas - flaws, if you will - in the sorting ceremony, and this was never more evident than in the Battle of Hogwarts. The hourglass of beliefs and prejudices was turned upside down, and each grain that slipped through was another life shaped, another life altered, another life lost.
The students from all four houses stood, not as rivals, but together, united against one cause and, were it not for the stripes on their robes, an outsider wouldn't have been able to tell one house from another. The first hand to steady a shaking Gryffindor would be a Slytherin's, and the Hufflepuffs were some of the most vicious fighters on the field, often tag teaming to create the most effective defence. For those first few moments, as the fighters stood together, they were immortal.
But the sand continued to fall and immortality slipped away just as easily as it had come. Like the third Peverell brother, the blackout curtain hiding them from Death lasted only a short time before it was thrown wide open once again. So many died that night, and the touch of death had cut the living to shreds until everyone in the castle was held together with a needle and thread. The immortals they used to be were forgotten, and all that remained were lifeless eyes and invisible sutures.
For a few minutes, they had felt like immortals. But immortality was reserved for the dead.
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