Harry, Ron and Hermione all walked down to Hagrid's house that afternoon. They knocked cautiously.
"Oh, it's you three. Come in, come in" Hagrid said putting down his bow and arrow. They walked in to the welcoming heat of the fire and a wet hello from Fang.
"Sheesh kebabs, who were you expecting?" Hermione said.
"I was polishin it is all. So what brings you three here?"
"We wanted to inquire about why Mr. Malfoy was at Hogwarts today. We thought we should ask you" Hermione said.
"Well, he was here to see if his son was ok" Hagrid started, "And, he, he wants to get Buckbeak a trail for injuring his son. There wasn't a scratch on the boy and he wants him killed" Hagrid finished, a tear running down his cheek.
"When is it?" Harry asked.
"It's next week" Hagrid said. Fang walked over and nudged Hagrid who patted him on the head, "It's getting dark out, you lot better get headin back" Hagrid said, sniffing. The trio obeyed and walked out of the hut into the sunset.
"Do you think he will be ok?" Ron asked. It was the first time he had spoken since earlier that afternoon.
They walked through the quieting halls of Hagwarts and up to the Gryffindor common room. Amos was sitting in there on the couch in front of the fire. Hermione tried to walk faster.
"Hermione" he said, "I know you are there". She rolled her eyes and stayed behind. She didn't know why she did stay. They were the only people in the common room, much to her surprise.
"I want to talk to you" he said, turning to face her.
"Why? I told you, we are over" she said. He stood up and walked over to her quickly, grabbing her by the waist.
"We both know that you don't have the authority to do that" he said.
"Authority?" Hermione said, "What sort of monster are you?"
"This kind" he said, taking her to a corner.
"Amos! Amos get off me!" she yelled, "HELP!" she screamed. Ron ran down.
"Amos, what the hell are you doing?" he yelled, running over and pulling him off Hermione. She had her shirt unbuttoned, her skirt unbuttoned. She was shaking and rolled onto her side sobbing quietly. Ron grabbed Amos by the shirt and sat him in the opposite corner of the room. He went over and comforted Hermione. Professor McGonogall had heard the screaming and burst in.
"What's going on here?" she said. She saw Ron comforting Hermione and Amos sitting on the couch half naked.
"Why am I not surprised?" she said to Amos. Ron was stroking Hermione's hair, she was buried into his chest crying. Professor McGonogall took Amos out of the common room.
"Get Granger cleaned up Weasley" she said as she left.
"Come on Hermione" he said quietly, helping her get up. She stood up and walked with him to the bathroom.
"Thank you Ron" she said gratefully when they reached the girls bathroom.
"I'll wait here" he said as she walked in timidly.
"Professor Dumbledore" McGonogall said, "It's him again".
"Send Amos in" he sighed. Looking up from the paper that was troubling him, he put it away patiently.
"What happened this time?" he said standing and walking over to Amos.
"He tried to rape Hermione Granger" McGonogall said.
"Our bright Hermione. Tell me boy, how do you know about so many muggle things? You're from a pureblood family, no ties to muggles. How?"
"On the holidays, I hang out with muggles. They think I am a muggle. They teach me stuff, sell me stuff" he said.
"Do you bring it to school with you?"
"Sometimes. Most of the time I get the fifth years to get me Firewhisky from Hogsmead" he said.
"Is that all we need to know?" Dumbledore said.
"I will take any punishment, just please don't expel me" he said.
"Well, I think that you are under expellable conditions, but I think we can come up with a less severe punishment. It is something that has never been done before" he said.
"What is it Albus?" McGonogall asked nervously.
"A re-house"
"A re-house?"
"Minerva, the sorting hat if you please" Albus commanded. She got the sorting hat down from its perch on the top of the cupboard. She placed it on Amos' head.
"Oh,you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your tops hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell brave of heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achive their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And you won't get in a flap!
You're safe in my hands(though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!" the sorting hat sang.
"Sorting hat, can you re-sort this boy?" Minerva asked.
"Of course! Hmmmm, let me see… cunning, smart, ambitious, resoursfulness, better be Slytherin!" the hat said.
"Well, pack your things and head down to the Slytherin common room. You are no longer in Gryffindor" Albus said. Amos nodded and walked out of the office. Minerva was walking with him.
Hermione walked out of the bathroom to find Ron writing on a piece of parchment.
"What's that?" she asked smiling, grabbing it from him.
"No, Hermione! Don't read that!" he hissed quietly. She started to read out loud.
"You're hair, you're smile, you're face. You make my heart race" she stopped reading, and her eyes skimmed the rest of the parchment. She looked at Ron.
"Is this about me?" she asked. Ron's face turned red.
"Maybe, I was going to give it to you later. It isn't finished yet" he said, looking down at the ground. Hermione's eyes filled up with tears. She didn't know how to feel, happy, embarrassed? None of them seemed to fit. She ran off still carrying the note.
"Hermione!" Ron said chasing after her.