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Chapter 6

Hermione sat on the stool for a moment, immense anger overcoming her. She had not even been given the opportunity to explain herself and provide a counterargument! She finally stood and started to walk over to the Slytherin table, despising the hat and all it stood for. Honestly, did it really think that Fate would let her change anything? Then again, did Hermione think that Fate would let her change anything?

These thoughts chased each other around her head, and after a few moments,she realized that there was no clapping, like there was for all of the other students. Instead, there was loud booing coming from the Gryffindor table. More specifically, the four Marauders were leading the other houses in screams of acrimony. Meanwhile, the Slytherins stayed silent, most of them looking at her with intense scrutiny. Hermione strode over to her table and attempted to block out the negative sounds being directed at her. After all, she had certainly been subject to worse hatred during the war. The angry noise did not faze her, yet she shivered when she was reminded that psychopaths comparable to Tom Riddle were subject to the same treatment from the rest of the school when sorted to Slytherin. Hatred could easily spawn here, leading to a corrupt society that looked down on muggles and muggleborns. Honestly, Hermione could not understand how no one seemed to realize how their idiotic actions could affect society so eminently.

She sat at a spot at the Slytherin table, shooting an icy glare at the Gryffindors that often made her strongest enemies cower during the war. She caught Sirius' gaze, and the commotion at the Gryffindor table quieted to a buzz, before stopping all together. Hermione smirked, before shaking hands with the person to her left.

"Regulus Black." The boy nodded.

"Hermione Thomas." She greeted back, silently cursing her boss. Of course she had to sit next to Regulus on the first day. She wondered if Fate would ever offer her a break, or if she would curse her pawn to an eternity of bad luck. Either way, she was certainly screwed. Hermione turned to the person on her right. She obviously had to start building connections within her house, if she had any intention of changing anything.

"Hello, I'm Hermione-" She cut off her sentence after seeing the boy's face. It was Snape. Of course it was, it was not as though she expected anything less from her abhorrent boss.

Snape had made her life a living hell as a student, along with the other Gryffindors, so of course the second person she would meet would be that vile man. Her pensive expression turned into a sneer, and she had to rein in her magic to prevent herself from turning Snape into a pile of ashes. She attempted to make her expression slightly more amicable, but doubted her success. Snape turned away from her, and she instead turned her attention to what Dumbledore was saying. It wasn't anything important, not as though she felt the need to listen to the drivelling old fool anyway.

A few moments after Dumbledore had finished speaking, Hermione was asked the question that she, quite honestly, should have been expecting.

"What is your blood status?" demanded Regulus.

"I am a muggleborn." Hermione responded coolly.

At that statement, a bomb may as well have gone off. A large portion of the Slytherins near her jumped up and pointed their wands at her, glaring at her as though she was not worthy of sitting at their table. Hermione's anger was gathering, as she had no use for people with blood prejudices, lest they were decaying bodies. "Oh, do you have a problem with that?" she stated, feigning innocence in her question.

"Yeah, we do, you mudblood scum!" Shouted a boy a bit farther down the table. Hermione stood slowly, realizing that the entire Great Hall had fallen silent.

"You really know nothing about the world, do you? You believe that you are so superior to me, as though having previous magical lineage makes you something special, something great. I have lived my entire life in a war zone, and you are no better than any no-maj. You are human, and you seem to think exactly the same way, believing you are better than everyone else, holding onto some false hope to boost your ego. You have no idea what it is to watch friends and family be slaughtered mercilessly by people who think you are dirt for being born, people who believe that your mere existence is revolting. Have you not heard of world war two? So many people held similar beliefs as you, that people of certain lineage should not be granted life, and in an attempt to 'purify' the human race killed eight million people who committed no wrongs. It is in your best interests to shut your mouths, as your pathetic beliefs only lead to genocide and hatred for no reason. You are no better than me, nor I better than you, so shut up!"

The entire Great Hall stared at her in shock, and no one seemed intent on moving at any time after her rant. Hermione threw herself down into her seat, hoping that her anger hadn't cracked her facade or discarded her glamour. She had no intention of screaming at everyone, but had only spoken in an attempt to prevent her magic from lashing out. Hermione continued eating as though nothing would happened, foolishly hoping that if she could ignore the problem that she could avoid the consequences. Eventually, some of her new housemates commenced eating once more, but their eyes never left her. She supposed they were attempting to understand her, as she had claimed to be a muggle, and yet seemed to know quite a bit about the wizarding world and its beliefs.

Hermione had just royally screwed up what fragments of her plan she had begun to formulate, as remaining inconspicuous would be virtually impossible after her tirade. She had also just alienated herself from most of the other students, since most of them were very anti-muggle in the 1970s as far as she knew. She supposed she would have to come up with a new plan, not that she had had a plan earlier. Sighing, Hermione began to wonder about possible strategies.

Hermione suddenly felt a presence behind her, and immediately whirled around, startling the people behind her.

"Who even are you?" Asked one of the four boys, all of them looking at her oddly.

"Who wants to know?" She replied rudely, hoping to discourage the Gryffindors. Evidently they were very eager for answers, as her glare did not deter them.

"James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Who the hell are you?" James interrogated.

"And why are you shouting, you disgusting Slytherin?" Added someone who she recognized as a young Sirius Black.

"As the headmaster stated, I am Hermione Thomas. I am merely shouting to enforce the fact that I refuse to be a victim of mindless prejudice to my housemates, and any other asshole who happens to think I am lesser because my parents were not wizards. And in case you were not aware, Black, the Slytherin house is the house of cunning and ambition, not the house of evil." She stated coolly, attempting to get the ghosts of her past to leave her alone for the time being. The boys made no move to leave, and she desired little but to escape the questions that was she was sure to be forced to experience at the hands of the Gryffindors. Her magic apparated her to the Slytherin dorms with a loud crack, drawing the attention of every person in the hall.

A/N- OMG I AM SO SORRY GUYS

So I was kinda gone for like 6 months… oops… I did not die or fall of the face of the planet, I have just been pretty depressed and I spent a lot of time sleeping. Anyways, do not trust me if I give you a specific time frame for updates, as I lied evidently.

This chapter sucked, I know. I feel like too much of this chapter was a rant, and not a continuation of the plot line. Let me know what you guys think and what I should do to improve upon this story in the next chapters.

Also I accidently wrote their instead of there in the last chapter and it has been bugging me since I had to reread it to write this chapter so sorry about that.

Okay just sorry about all of this. (damn this chapter was short I am also sorry about that)