Episode 11
Summary: In which Hermione and Sirius are two of a kind
Two of a Kind
Sirius Black absolutely hated his family. He didn't follow their pureblood beliefs, and he was quite proud of his Gryffindor colors while his the rest of his kin were in Slytherin. Staying at Grimmauld Place over the summer always left him in a terrible mood, but thankfully the Potters took him in nowadays. They were like a second family to him, and he couldn't imagine life without them.
Today, the Great Hall was in a buzz. Rumors that a new student would be arriving, and everyone wanted to meet the mysterious girl or boy Hogwarts had managed to snag. It wasn't often student came in the middle of the year, nor was it normal for said student to be older, but this one was supposedly seventeen and would be in sixth year.
The chattering stopped as Dumbledore stood, and Sirius followed the Great Hall's example by looking expectantly towards the double doors. Dumbledore grinned and shook his head amusedly at the lack of attention on himself. Children he thought fondly.
"I'M SURE YOU KNOW MY ANNOUNCEMENT, SO I WOULD LIKE FOR YOU ALL TO WELCOME MISS HERMIONE SALA!"
Whispers broke out, excited from the Slytherin table and fearful from the others. Everyone knew the Sala's were a powerful pureblood family that firmly believed in pureblood superiority. They went farther back than the Blacks and the Malfoy's, and no one wanted to cross a Sala. Having one at Hogwarts was like a nightmare come true, or a dream come true as far as the Slytherins were concerned.
The doors swung open, and in walked a tall brunette girl with slightly bushy hair and sparkling brown eyes. A frown marred her otherwise pretty tanned face, and she glared at the whispering students. They immediately shut up, though Sirius sat straighter when he noticed a familiar gleam in her eye. He had seen that same look in his own eyes many times before, the look that clearly stated she had been born with a reputation she did not appreciate.
As she sat down, Sirius found himself unable to look away from the young woman in his year. He wanted to know where she would go, and had already decided if she went anywhere besides Slytherin he would give her the benefit of the doubt. If she did go to the snake house though, she would be fresh meat for the Marauders.
After what felt like hours, but was really only a couple of minutes, the Sorting Hat came to a decision.
GRYFFINDOR!
The Great Hall gasped in shock, much as they had when Sirius was sorted five years ago, and he sat up even straighter. He smiled as she nervously made her way to the tentatively clapping table and waved her over. Hermione smiled gratefully at him and took a seat next to him.
"Sirius Black," he introduced, holding out a hand for her to shake. Hermione looked momentarily startled, then grinned as she glanced at the table where the unmistakable Malfoy sat with his friends, glaring heatedly at the table.
"Hermione Sala, nice to meet you."
"You'll like it here," Sirius reassured. "No Gryffindors believe in the whole pureblood superiority thing."
"Good," Hermione sighed in relief, "I'm tired of that reputation following me."
"Trust me," Sirius said with a smile, "I know what you mean."
And so began a great friendship between two similar magical beings.
END!
Yes, Hermione was not a Marauder in this one, but that doesn't mean she can't become one later on. Just use your imagination lol