Changes Can Be Made
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Chapter 3: Where to put you...
The tension in the Great Hall intensified when Hermione reached the few steps leading to future life in Hogwarts 1977 version. As she nervously walked towards the stool she took the time to take in the elder witch that readied the sorting hat. The witch was, no doubt, Professor McGonagall. The blackish-green attire, the black witch's hat that flops slightly at the peak and of course her slightly creased face that shows a woman of skill, refinement and fight yet still kind and gentle. The only difference this McGonagall had was that she looked… well, at least 20 years younger!
Duh, Hermione… You're 20 years in the past, you git… she sighed to herself.
Hermione sat anxiously awaiting the hat's decision.
'Ah! Been in this situation before haven't you… well let's see… extremely intelligent that makes for a good Ravenclaw… but loyal as always to your friends, willing to give up everything for their safety and happiness, everything even your future eh… you'd make a wonderful Hufflepuff… but that's not all…'
Enough dawdling, I already know where I'll be placed… where I belong
'Oh really now? And where would that be?'
Gryffindor of course, Hermione thought confidently.
'Ah! Well that's not true… thing could have changed… you should already know that since you came here to change the future… hmmm?'
Yes… well… that's… different!
'No matter what you think, young one, it's all one and the same… now continuing on… oh yes… I see you've seen many evils and dangers before, that only gives you the unique quality of a great amount of courage and bravery… yes, a wonderful Gryffindor, as you said… however… you're quite clever… filled with cunningness to outwit your opponents… a fantastic quality in a Slytherin… but where to put you…'
All waited in uncomfortable silence. The hat took longer than expected to sort this one young girl. Many moments had passed and the tension in the room grew heavier and heavier and yet all the hat did was make undecided noises. The suspense was nerve-racking for one Hermione Grace as she waited to be placed in a house. The confidence of being placed in Gryffindor that she once had as she entered the room was slowly shrinking into the fear of being placed elsewhere.
Finally the hat spoke a loud, "Oh I know…"
Hermione's hands started to visible tremble as she squeezed her eyes shut, 'Please oh please be Gryffindor…'