A/N: Wow! Blown away by the response to American, Pureblood Hermione! Here's a bit more...

Remember, I don't have pairings even chosen yet, per se. So keep an open mind.

Hogwarts Great Hall, 1 September 1977

"So, Wormtail, who's the bird?"

Peter felt pride and an unexpected pleasure well up in his chest when Sirius asked the question whilst pointing to Dagworth-Granger with his chin. Peter knew something they didn't. He was the one who'd been asked to take her about. He was the one whom she'd sat with for hours on the ride up.

Take that, Padfoot!

Half the lads on this end of the Gryffindor table leant in and Peter did his best. "Well, she's from Ilvermorny, in Massa- Massach? Massaset?"

"Massachusetts," Moony murmured next to him.

"Right. There! She's in her seventh year and there, she was sorted in Pukwudgie. She said it was the House representing the heart of a witch or wizard." He hoped he remembered that properly. "Many great healers, she said, came from her House."

"What's the Pukwudgie's name?" Padfoot asked, all but leaning over Moony.

"Dagworth-Granger. Hermione Dagworth-Granger. Her father's Hector Dagworth-Granger's grandson and—"

"Oh!" Evans said, her eyes big and round across the table from Peter himself. "I read about him just at the end of last term. He passed away and his grandson is due to take over the Potions Company and maybe even head up the Society."

Peter nodded. "She said that. They're actually living in Wales, now. Aberystwyth area? Her accent was all off, so I had to try to translate," he jested, grinning at Moony.

"She's American, not French," his friend retorted. "Look, they're Sorting."

The firsties came in, well, first, and McGonagall called their names and there was the whole routine. Peter felt a pang in his chest for a moment, though. "Last Sorting," he whispered.

"Yeah." Moony rested his chin in his hand. "Were we that small, Pete?"

"Missus Potter has pictures . . ."

"Far too many pictures," Prongs said under his breath.

"Well, I need to see them," Evans said, her eyes dancing as they touched on Prongs.

They'd been keeping their conversation quiet, remembering to clap for every sprog sorted into their House, until there was a lull and then:

"And we've a new student this year, transferred from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America. Hermione Dagworth-Granger."

Slughorn actually rose to his feet at the head table, his eyes huge in his face, his mustaches all but quivering, Peter thought. "Welcome!" he shouted.

Peter saw Hermione (Dagworth-Granger was certainly a mouthful, wasn't it?) nod politely at the Potions professor before lifting both brown brows into her forehead and coming to stand in front of McGonagall.

"Do I have to sit on the stool?" she inquired, her accent plain as anything.

"No, Miss Dagworth-Granger. Just stand here, if you'd rather."

McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Hermione's head and the whole Great Hall hushed in anticipation. "She's got to be brave to keep it together like that in front of all of us," Prongs ventured.

Padfoot pursed his lips thoughtfully. "But look at her. I'm guessing Slytherin, Damn it."

Evans rolled her eyes. "At least she'd have people there who know her family."

"What do you think, Pete?" Moony asked as the Sorting Hat seemed to be stuck. Even McGonagall looked impatient and Headmaster Dumbledore was already standing at his podium to give the firsties their speech.

"I'm going to say Ravenclaw."

Moony laughed softly. "I'd better guess Hufflepuff then so I don't look like I'm siding with any of you."

The Hat finally shouted, "She belongs to Gryffindor!"

Peter bounded to his feet, applauding like a crazy man. "I knew it! I knew she was one of us."

"You said she was a Pukwudgie, mate," Sirius reminded him with a laugh. But all the Marauders were standing and clapping for the new girl as she turned to approach their table.

Claiming right of first meeting, Pete hurried past his friends and scowled a sixth year into budging over. "Hey, there. Welcome to Gryffindor, Dagworth-Granger."

"Please. It's Hermione," the girl said. "And thank you, Peter."

"Pay up!" Prongs demanded, grinning at Hermione. "I won the bet, you see."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Ignore him."

"He's Head Boy," the new girl protested, a tiny line between her brows.

Pete nudged her, smirking inwardly when his mates all looked at him oddly. "We Gryffindors bet on anything. It's mental, but it's what we do."

"Well, I don't. And Head Boy? Don't bet on me again, please."

Evans nodded, approval flaring in her eyes. "You tell 'em. So! I want to know about your old school!"

Dumbledore made his usual speech, Slughorn pouted over his tea, and Lily Evans monopolized Hermione's time during most of the feast. Peter didn't much care; she was one of theirs and he'd met her first!

A/N: For the record, information about Ilvermorny was largely gleaned from the Harry Potter Wikia, including House symbols and the robes and so on. But if my stuff doesn't "match up" it's not for lack of checking it out. Honest. :)