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This one was inevitable. :) Sorry if anyone is OOC or there is grammar mistakes. Yeah, and there's no actual Harry Potter in this one, though I'm really thinking about doing another one of these with our favorite trio. What do you think?
Warning: Crack! And nonsensicalness!
Charmed season - er, all different for each of the characters. Goes from 3 all the way to 7...and beyond!
Character(s) - Piper, Prue, Phoebe, Paige, Chris, and Wyatt
Harry Potter book/movie - This is irrelevant
Character(s) - Hogwarts, Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall
Disclaimer - I definitely don't own Harry Potter - just all the books - and in no way do I own Charmed
Charmed meets Harry Potter (sorta...um...not really)
"Hmm. Let's see now." It said the same time she thought,
I'm a grown woman stuck in a Harry Potter book with the Sorting Hat on my head. What has my life become?
And it laughed at her! It did! It was the same dark, derogatory, irritating chuckle she had imagined it to be when she'd read the books.
Can we get on with this? She thought, glaring up at it – an action that was surprisingly hard to do to
something on your head.
"Yes, yes. Of course." It assured her, though it took the liberty of a few more snickers, probably to further annoy her.
"Now – ooh, you are extremely loyal. A family woman through and through. Ah, and not short on courage at all, are you? You're so very brave – would go to the ends of the world and back for those you love. You would do well in Gryffindor, very well, indeed. You certainly have the temper for it! Hahaha!"
What, I'm not smart? She protested. It had taken a bit to ignore the comment about her temper, but no mention of her brains? No, she couldn't let that one go. Still, it surprised her by answering in a shockingly gentle tone.
"You, Piper Halliwell, are beyond smart; you are delightfully intelligent with a creative and quick-thinking mind, good with plans..."
She began to beam. Then it continued:
"...but only when forced to really consider the situation. But for all your bravo and your wit...You prefer staying home, taking care of your family and guarding what's yours. Loyal to the bone, you are. Hard working, too. Yes, you would do well in...
"Hufflepuff!"
Piper slid off the stool in a bit of a daze, Professor. McGonagall snatching off the hat as the Charmed One made her way towards the yellow and black table. It was filled with children and teens, but they clapped loud and welcomed her as though she didn't stand out as the only thirty-year-old-woman there. She gave them all a nervous grin – truthfully, she'd always liked this particular house. It excited her that she'd been put in it. It felt right...somehow.
"Halliwell, Prue!"
As the big, powerful, confident sister she was, the black-haired woman strode up to the stool as if it was something she did everyday, and having every eye in the room on her was absolutely nothing. McGonagall placed the item on her head gently. As it turned out, the hat took its time with her, as well.
"Yes, Prudence Halliwell. A powerful, cunning witch if there ever was one." It murmured in her ear. She sat there patiently, arms crossed over her chest, and grinned at the crowd.
"Why thank you." She told it cheerfully.
"You fear nothing...so much courage, so much determination...almost to the point of recklessness. And yet you are brilliant, too. Where to put you...where..."
Prue shrugged, though if the hat was surprised that she didn't care where she went, it didn't show it. It didn't even claim she was lying.
"I'm only here because I lost a bet." She informed it. "Put me wherever the hell you want to."
"Well then. If that's the case, Prudence Halliwell...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Brushing an imaginary dust speck off her blouse, she handed the hat back to the Professor McGonagall and pranced to the roaring (see the pun, there?) red and gold table. A triumphant smile graced her lips. Several fellow Gryffindors gave her high fives, and enthusiastic thumbs up.
With a frown, Professor McGonagall straightened her glasses and squinted at her floor-length paper, and squinted, and looked and looked.
"I'm sorry," She announced after a great deal of looking. "It appears there was a small mistake." Though she did not say that she had made the small mistake. Because she wouldn't. She couldn't.
"Halliwell, Phoebe!" She called out, looking rather flushed. It was only a small alphabetical error, or rather, a small spell – Phoebe hadn't actually been on there until a moment ago.
It was like a scene out of a movie, everyone watching and all;
The empath came trotting through the front door, down the hall and jumped onto the seat, completely out-of-breath.
"I'm here!" She said helpfully to the woman next to her.
The teacher promptly shut her gaping mouth and shoved the hat onto Phoebe's crazy hair, nodding a little to herself. The hall began to mutter among themselves, as the hall often liked to do.
Phoebe merely grinned at the room as though she'd always wanted to do this. And maybe she had.
"Phoebe Halliwell...an odd sort, aren't you?" The hat purred in its silky voice.
The woman's smile fell a little.
"What do you mean 'odd'?" She demanded. Realizing she was a tad too loud – the rest of the room could hear her, too – she dropped her voice to a whisper.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you have nerve – there's no doubt of that – and loyalty, and yes, you have intelligence, however much other don't see it, but you have such great ambition! You work so hard, constantly, for the things you want – your family, your job...Finding true love."
"That's true." She admitted thoughtfully. Sometimes her goals and dreams consumed her whole life.
"You put what you want above your family, even...but only on occasion." He added as she opened her mouth to protest.
"Slytherin would be perfect for you...You are determined and cunning enough, don't you think?"
It almost sounded like the hat was asking her for her opinion – as though it wouldn't put her somewhere she didn't want to be. That was both sweet and silly. Wasn't he supposed to decide? Not her? Still, she gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Well, I really just came here for fun, so...whatever. I don't care."
Without another moment's pause the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"
And this time the green and silver table screamed its appreciation as she made her way over there. No one else, it seemed, noticed or cared that three middle-aged women were being sorted. All of the other sort-ees were about eleven, twelve-ish maybe, and yet even they didn't look confused. It was probably a spell. Most likely.
A few more normal wizards were sorted, a 'Jones' and a 'Lang' among them. Then, again, it happened.
For a second time, Professor McGonagall squinted at her paper again, looking very unsure.
"Why, I could have sworn that this name wasn't here.." She cleared her throat, seeing the glances between some of her students. With a stubborn sort of stiff britishness, she raised her chin and read the name.
"Matthews, Paige!"
Almost as though she'd apparated (something impossible to do on Hogwarts grounds – read more about it in Hogwarts, A History) – the witch popped from the remaining crowd of small people and ran up. It was clear she was excited, just as Phoebe had been. Prue, from her red table, looked puzzled. Piper had her face buried in an empty golden place, a small moan emanating from her figure. Only the two children beside her heard the woman say, "Why did we all take that stupid bet? Are all Halliwells this stupid?"
Yet this particular half-Halliwell didn't seem to be upset or concerned with her situation.
"Oh, you are a clever one!" It complemented her. She tried to flash him her pearly whites, only she wasn't sure if the hat could see, or if it could see her face whilst it was on her head, so she ended up bitting her lip in uncertainty.
It giggled at her, which she couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Definitely brave, very loyal and hardworking, but oh-so-clever, you are! Quick to learn, eager for knowledge...very creative. You are very...original, Paige Matthews."
"Does this mean I get to go in Ravenclaw?" She questioned, awe in her tone. It was her personal favorite, of course – Luna Lovegood was just plain awesome – but she hadn't ever thought of herself as smart enough for it. Not that she often thought of what school she'd be in. Or anything.
"Yes, yes, I think you would do well in...
"RAVENCLAW!"
With a giddy skip in her step, she leaped to her feet, placed the hat in the Professor's hands, and practically danced to her new seat at the beautiful purple and bronze table. It was only when she got there and surveyed the room did she realize that one, all of her sister were here (even the dead one), and two, they'd all been put in different houses.
"Huh." She said, blinking.
Suddenly the whole hall of students and teachers gasped as two figures appeared in magical swirly lights. Paige, Phoebe, and Piper all freaked when they saw that the two were familiar.
Piper was the only one to run up and speak to them though – the rest were in sort of a shock. Prue still had no idea what was going on. And she was okay with it.
"Chris, Wyatt, what are you guys doing here?" Their mother asked with concern.
"Someone," Chris glared pointedly at Wyatt, who grinned sheepishly back. "Lost a bet."
Piper couldn't hold back her giggles.
"Join...the club." She struggled to say. It was just too funny!
The two brothers glanced at one another, Chris's anger not forgotten, simply put on hold, and then both of them shrugged and let it go.
"Come on.." Piper said when she finally got a hold of her laughter, beckoning them over to the Sorting Hat. "Let's get you guys sorted."
Because it was just that kind of day.
A/N: FYI, Chris goes into Slytherin and Wyatt into Gryffindor. Because I can. Now I know some of you don't think the houses I picked for them were the right ones, I'm sorry...I just thought hey! Four houses, four sisters! And I tried to match each one to the best of my abilities.
It was hard. Most of them could've gone lots of different ways. But these are the ones I picked so...there. I'm feeling cranky today. Meh.
The Sabrina one is almost ready, even though its not exactly groundbreaking or anything.
Yeah, but apparently, someone went around betting the Halliwells something that they couldn't do, and ended up in a Harry Potter book. Don't ask.
Requests? Suggestions? Reviews?...She said in a hopeful voice. Thanks for reading, see you guys soon!
Also, almost done with the next chapter in Living Charmed. Yay!