Okay, guys, cool it, I won't make her a Slytherin, but there are some things that I have thought of that make me think she can't be a Gryffendor wholly. I'll think of something. I'll explain what I mean next chapter. I swear, but I think I've just thought of a way, okay? All right, we're good.
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SiriuslyFun: do you find my story seriously fun to read? No, I'm kidding with that corny joke, okay? Seriously, if you answer that I'll have to 'spork myself'(as a reviewer kindly said after reading that I had an Avril Lavigne song in my Lotr story. See I find if the reviewers are funny when they want to say my story's trash, it lessons the blow.) Damn people and their not liking of Avril Lavigne.
Yah, sorry to those who had to suffer through my extremely lame jokes (Siriuslyfun), but I sometimes cannot contain myself, so...
ON WITH THE STORY!"What do you mean by that?" Hermione whispered.
"I mean exactly what I said. No one of the Slytherin line has ever been sorted into Gryffendor. You are of the Slytherin line and I refuse to break that..."
"You will break it in the future if not now! You know you did. You know in my head that I was a Gryffendor, you stupid hat," Hermione shouted, throwing it away from her.
"If you must be sorted into Gryffendor, you will, but you will put shame upon the great Lord Salazar Slytherin," the hat said, an odd smirk on his face.
"Salazar Slytherin indeed," Hermione snapped, turning on her heel and stalking out of the room and slamming the door behind her. She walked to the table, fists clenched and shaking she was so livid.
"What's wrong?" Alberto asked.
"You do not want to know, professor," Hermione muttered, picking up a piece of toast and spreading it with butter. She set it on her plate and looked around. There were no apples. She snapped her fingers and it began raining apples. Having quick reflexes, Alberto put up a magical barrier, with his wand.
"Damn it," Hermione muttered, catching one and putting it on her plate, and snapping her fingers again. The rain stopped, and apples disappeared, including the one on her plate. Sirius stopped her from trying again, by grabbing her wrists and Minerva transfigured a bowl of applesauce into an apple.
"Do not use magic when you're angry," Minerva said strictly.
"Especially rare wandless magic, which is fueled by emotions," Alberto said, sharply. "It is a gift to have, girl, not a privilege."
For the first time in her life, other than in Divination class, Hermione found herself snapping at a teacher, "What do you know?" She stood and stalked out.
"That was a Slytherin thing to do if I ever saw one," Alberto said, softly as she slammed the door to an alternate corridor coming from the great hall.
"Yes, it was," Albus said, from the doorway.
"She does not seem the type to become angry with people, does she?" Minerva asked.
"You mean with a teacher?" Sirius asked, watching Minerva closely. She nodded after a moment.
"It's because she's not the type," Albus said. "The hat said, she was as quiet as a mouse, except in class, where she would be very eager. He also said that she bottle things up and when she does lash out it's usually against our current Slytherin student's son," Albus said. "The hat said she had the demeanor of a Ravenclaw, the spirit of a Gryffendor, the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, and the cunning of a Slytherin," Albus said, softly. "It is odd for the hat to admonish a student so much."
"Is there any particular reason the hat gave for doing so?" Minerva questioned.
"No, he did not give a reason for speaking so highly of her. I think in the future she plays a great role, but she is here however. I am curious to know how I am coping with the loss of this girl," Albus smiled. "I think she may prove to be an entertaining ally if nothing else."
I know this is horribly short, but I'll update tomorrow I promise, maybe even tonight if I get at least five reviews (well I'm a sucker so one sparkling one should do it). I had to break this from the next chapter, which is actually extremely long. Please review, because then you'd get like publically praised by me! Smiles wickedly and walks away calmly.
