What if instead of having the students being sorted in one house for life and having to stay in that house, there was a sorting ceremony each year? Like a Gryffindor could turn into a Hufflepuff because in the last year they’ve leart how to be kinder and value that more. And a Ravenclaw could be sorted in Slytherin, because they have understood that intelligence without ambition is pointless. And what if, once they finish Hogwarts, they can choose which house they wanna belong to. But they choose based on their experience on every house, they don’t cage themselves in one house and only one. Because no one is only one house.
The other day, I wondered how the world of Harry Potter would be different if all students were sorted every year, rather than only in their first. So I wrote this.
Little is changed
from Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts. Still he sits under that
hat, thinking, not Slytherin;
still the Hat considers his potential before sending him to
Gryffindor. Still he is joined in Gryffindor by Ron Weasley and
Hermione Granger, still the Slytherin he so feared to be in will hold
Draco Malfoy. Little is different about the placement of the older
students, for all the Sorting Ceremony is made longer, and the Hat’s
song a little changed, with their participation. Fred and George
Weasley, like their younger brother, are still in Gryffindor.
Ambitious Percy Weasley may be in Slytherin by now, maybe not yet,
but he is a Prefect regardless. Oliver Wood or someone like him will
still be Harry’s first Quidditch Captain.
Harry’s second year, he and Ron are in more trouble than ever for
missing the Sorting Ceremony. Now the Hat must be got out again to
Sort these two boys who have caused such a stir, to confirm what
surprises no one: both will remain in Gryffindor this year. (This
time, Harry is once again thinking his wishes to the Hat, but instead
of not Slytherin, he
is pleading, Gryffindor, Gryffindor
– picturing the warm Gryffindor common room that is the first home
he has ever known, the first place that has welcomed him rather than
shut him away. The hat, once again, obeys his wishes.) Both boys are
relieved to find their House much the same as they left it; Hermione
Granger is in their midst again, joined by Ron’s shy little sister
Longbottom, who had been plagued throughout his first year in
Gryffindor by doubt as to his right to be there, is with them again,
too. They missed his silent drama at the Ceremony, too, as the boy
sat under the Hat that could see into his mind and reflected on the
end of term. He had remembered standing up to the three classmates he
thought he could call his friends, only to be left behind – hexed,
as he so often was, ridiculed. More proof that he did not belong in
the brave House. But he remembered, too, Dumbledore’s voice at the
end-of-year feast – praising him for doing what was hard. He
remembered being awarded House points for this simple act, and with
the meagre sum, winning Gryffindor the House Cup. That heady feeling
of being, for just one moment, a celebrated hero – that was like
nothing else. That was worth a year and more of self-doubt. So
Neville now unpacked his bags in the Gryffindor dormitories again,
and, like Harry, he felt for the first time that he was home.
has grown complacent, all his friends staying with him from his first
year to his second. He hears the warnings of the older students on
his Quidditch team (some of whom go from one House’s team to the
next from year to year), the reminders that he will need to make new
friends soon, but he does not really believe them. He cannot imagine
his world changing even more than it has.
is why he feels as though his stomach has dropped out of his body, as
though he has fallen into some bottomless pit, when things change in
his third year. He is still in Gryffindor, yes, and still with Ron,
thank goodness for that, but Hermione Granger is no longer of their
House. Hermione, who spent the last term of her second year as a
statue, whose research was the only part of her that got to be a part
of the battle in the Chamber of Secrets, who scrambled and sweated
when she was unpetrified to pass all her courses in the remaining
days of term – despite the promises of the administration that
classes missed by the basilisk’s victims would not be held against
their grades. Hermione, who had been called an “insufferable
know-it-all” so many times that it had almost stopped hurting, who
had felt so frustrated with the cavalier attitude her fellow
Gryffindors took to classwork. She was now a Ravenclaw, the blue
insignia on her robes matching that of Ginny Weasley, who seemed to
have shrunk in on herself after the events of last term. (Ginny, like
Harry in his first year, sat under the Hat in her second year
thinking not Slytherin, not Slytherin,
but then she had paused, and thought, not Gryffindor,
too, because Riddle had possessed her despite her red-and-gold robes,
and because she did not feel brave.)
Hermione, and Luna Lovegood (here is one girl the Hat cannot imagine
placing anywhere but Ravenclaw, though it will surprise itself in
years to come) soon find each other in the Ravenclaw common room, and
form an odd, but tight, bond over the first few weeks of term.
Hermione finds that it is nice to have close friends who are girls;
she never had this in her two years in Gryffindor. She still finds
time to talk to Harry, to help him with an essay in the library or to
keep him company on restless Hogsmeade weekends or to walk with him
to Hagrid’s hut. They are still friends, and good ones; no
disparity of House can change the bond forged in fighting a mountain
troll together, and all they have been through together since.
explains this, at last, to Ron Weasley in the days before Christmas
vacation, when the dark looks he has been sending her all term
finally come to a head in a shouting match outside the Divination
tower. Ron, too quick to view matters in black and white, had seen
her Ravenclaw badge as a betrayal, a defection. Had imagined that
this was her choice, rather than the honest assessment of the Hat.
Had felt left behind, discarded, second-rate, dismissed like his
brothers’ hand-me-down robes that he wore. With Harry to remind him
not to be an ass, to remind Hermione that Ron was always like this,
they made up soon enough. Hermione laughed and called Ron an idiot,
but fondly; and he laughed back, and told her that the blue and
silver only made her look more the nerd. The trio were reunited, even
if they were in different houses.
after that fight at least, perhaps the difference of house was a
blessing in disguise. Crookshanks could not worry at Ron’s rat when
they lived in different common rooms. There was no fight between Ron
and Hermione about their pets; when Scabbers went missing, there was
no talk of foul play, only an agreement between the three friends
that they would try to find him. The
three were still present in the Shrieking Shack, two Gryffindor
children and one Ravenclaw, to bear witness to the true identity of
Scabbers, to bear witness to the reunion of the three living
Marauders. They still saved Buckbeak; they still lost Pettigrew.
Little first years at the sorting ceremony, the sorting hat whispering in their ear “It’ll get better. Just wait. I know who you really are.” as their toes curl, because they know. They know.
They come out in like year five or six, and they change dorms, and all the people in their new dorm accept them.
Maybe they loan them hairs for polyjuice elixir, so they can try transitioning.
FtM’s getting magical binders that gives them the physical relief and feeling of not binding but the physical appearance of a flat chest.
MtF’s getting magical bras that give the appearance of breasts but doesn’t give them neck pains like breastplates.
And they change their name and pronouns, and all the forms magically change to fit their gender, people get little magic reminders when they misgender them.
Madam Pomfrey gives them ointments and stuff, and their body change. Professor Macgonall shows them how to magically change their voice.
Students combating the howlers from outraged parents by sending howlers to the parents shouting at them to be decent human beings. They start sending howlers to the students saying things like “I really like how your beard is starting to look!” or “You look really nice in that skirt and your legs look super smooth!” or “You have the cutest smile, wanna go to the Yule Ball?!”.
The Trans students staying at school during all holidays to avoid abuse at home.
McGonagall puts the Sorting Hat on Harry’s head, thinking to herself *Spitting image of James, deff a Gryffindor*. then the bitch ass hat shouts out “SLYTHERIN”
McGonagall jaw drops, she grabs Harry by the hood of his cloak as he goes to join the rest of the Slytherin house, and she’s just like “Hell freaken NO Potter! You take one step towards that table and…”
Dumbledore: “Minerva its fine really…”
McGonagall: “Fine? Fine you say. No this is my Potter, my cub, I dealt with his parents, and like the Weasley clan I am keeping it all in the family. Screw you guys he’s in my house! I put years of my life into teaching his parents, putting up with their shit disturbing, I was there when somebody *points to Dumbledore* decided to leave him on the doorstep of his muggle relatives house, and I have been mentally preparing for the last 10 years for this day. You will not take this away from me! Now Potter go sit down at Gryffindor and eat something.”
Meanwhile Snape is just in shock thinking in his head *Lilly’s son is in my house! Lilly’s son is in my house! Omg, omg, omg! This is just….wait, wait, what the hell McGonagall! Did she just? Damn it all! Okay just play it cool….act like you don’t care. You don’t care, yeah that’s right just keep saying that.*
harry potter au where lance and hunk are childhood friends who dream of going to hogwarts together and becoming the best wizards e v e r. but then lance turns out to be a squib and hunk is the only one going to hogwarts.
their relationship goes through some problems at first, because lance really wanted to be a wizard and, even though he tries not to, he is jealous of hunk. but they slowly work things out and their friendships ends up stronger than ever.
lance gets interested in muggle magic tricks because he feels like he’s creating his own magic, even if they’re just illusions. and he loves sharing them with hunk, who’s in a permanent state of “how did you did that?!”
hunk makes sure to include lance in every magical thing he does. he shares his books with him, takes him riding on his broom, makes his own sorting hat ceremony and names lance an honorary slytherin, and casually asks for his help whenever he has a paper due because he knows lance loves to help him with them. lance doesn’t want to disconect with the wizarding world because that is HIS world and hunk makes sure to help him with that.
hunk has anxiety problems, he has to go to hogwarts without his best friend and lance helps him with that whenever he can. lance also encourages him to try out for hufflepuff’s quidditch team and celebrates with him when hunk becomes their keeper. he’s also there whenever hunk gets an idea about a magic object or a new spell and makes sure hunk knows how amazing and brilliant he is.
lance becomes a pilot and works to create a school for squibs where they can stay connected to their world. hunk becomes an inventor of magical objects that revolutionize the wizarding world. and they fall in love.
Stella was facing the front door of the Blacks’ residence. 12, Grimmauld Place, there she was, standing on the porch, hesitating. She hadn’t told her mum that she was going to see him. Her father. As far as she was concerned, Y/N had no idea that she had left Hogwarts on her own. Stella had always known her father wasn’t dead, like she was made to believe when she asked for the first time. She was about five years old. They were at her grandparents, and seeing her mum talking with her own father set something on in Stella’s heart. Where was her dad? Who was he? Y/N’s eyes came watery when her daughter mentioned him for the first time. It was finally her granddad that answered.
‘Oh, Stella… your dad is, he’s gone.’
‘You mean like he went travelling?’ she had answered.
‘No, sweetheart, your dad is not with the living world anymore.’
And that was it, end of the discussion. Stella had accepted her granddad answer. But something inside her, or maybe it was her mother expression, made her believe he was lying. She always thought she was going to meet him someday. They had moved back in London few years ago, so Y/N could work. How she was exited when she learnt that she was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where her mum went for her two final years of schooling. Deep down, she knew that the secrets of her roots were hiding somewhere in that big castle. She was going to dig if she had to. And if her father was really dead, she would at least try to know who he was.
Few weeks before she’d leave for Hogwarts, something happened. Sirius Black, known for being dangerous and working for the dark side had escaped from Azkaban. Stella wasn’t really scared of him but her mother seemed particularly nervous and afraid. She had told Stella she wasn’t sure if she really wanted her to go to Hogwarts. Maybe they could move back with her grandparents, again.
‘But I don’t understand, mum, it doesn’t concern me!’
But something was odd into her mother’s behaviour. She looked scared, she looked afraid, but not of the man himself. It was like she was caught in a lie, there was something she wouldn’t tell her daughter. If they’d had nothing to do with this man, why would Y/N be afraid? At Diagon Alley, she had passed in front of many tracts showing Sirius Black. Somehow, his expression felt familiar to her. His picture wasn’t clear and he looked a little bit mad. But each time she’d see one of those posters, she felt like he was looking right at herself in the eyes. Yes, there was something into the prisoner’s eyes that felt almost reassuring. She had left for Hogwarts with some doubts in her heart. Could this be it? Could notorious mass-murderer Sirius Black be her father?
At the Sorting Hat ceremony, she looked to her right, where a ragged and fragile young man was sitting among the teachers.
Professor McGonagall called her name.
As soon as her last name was pronounced, the young professor turned his head towards her. She felt his green gaze staring at her face. He looked at her like he had just seen a ghost. When she finally sat on the stool, she could still feel his eyes upon her with great attention.
‘Mmm’ whispered the Sorting Hat. ‘There’s a conflict, I feel it. You’re part two houses, although your allegiance belongs only in one… where should I send you, huh? You are brave, you are. But very sly as well, maybe too much. For you, it will be…’
She stopped breathing.
‘Slytherin!’ the Sorting Hat shouted.
Like her mum, she thought. She looked again at the young professor, he was still peering at her, not looking surprised at all. Maybe that was the moment she knew. During the whole year, all of the professors looked at her with a strange expression, like they didn’t want to treat her differently from the other students but they did anyway. They were careful around her. She felt it.
She had followed her mother, the night that professor Lupin came knocking to their door. She had heard them fight. She even heard him mention Sirius’ name. Y/N finally gave way and followed him. What they didn’t know is that Stella went silently after them. When they entered the house, she made a promise to herself : she was going to be back there soon. Sirius Black was hiding there, she was sure of it.
And there she was, few weeks later, standing in front of the same house. She had cast the spell, she just had to open the door. But what if her father wasn’t there? What if he didn’t want to do anything with her? What if he was really crazy after all? What if she had just imagined everything and that they weren’t related at all? What if her dad was really dead? She took a long breath and turned the handle to open the door. She stepped into the grim house. It felt immediately gloomy.
‘Who is it?’ shouted a deep and husky voice from a room in the back of the hall.
Her heart felt suddenly heavy. What was she thinking? She was just a fourteen years old witch, with no real control of her magic.
Her chest felt tightening. A shadow appeared and got out of the room. The man standing in front of her looked thin and tired. Someway or another, she had pictured him differently. He couldn’t be a real danger, could he? He didn’t look strong or frightening. Behind the dark circles under his eyes and beside the sadness that could be felt in his eyes, he was looking like a normal man. Stella was certain he had been handsome when he was younger. He had the same mid-long dark hair that she had seen on the flyers in Diagon Alley and his silver eyes were exactly like hers. His now opened mouth reminded her of professor Lupin’s face she he laid his eyes on her for the first time. But she wasn’t a ghost. She wasn’t a stranger either. Looking at him now cleared it up.
The glass he was holding in his hands fell on the floor and broke into pieces, but both didn’t bother to look down. They were staring at each other, like they were seeing themselves for the first time. Sirius Black was her reflection and she was his. They wouldn’t say it, but at that very moment, they felt complete. Stella had felt undone all of her life, however, facing him for the first time, knowing that she was right all that time really made her feel whole.
‘Hi’ she said. ‘My name is Stella, I am… I am Y/N’s-’
i love that in america when you graduate high school there this massive ceremony and special hats and pieces of paper but in england when you leave high school you have a 20 minute leavers assembly with a shoddily made powerpoint of pictures of the year group over ‘wind beneath my wings’ and a t shirt with dicks drawn all over it
Of course you were nervous, every other first year at Hogwarts was nervous too. But you were nervous for a different reason than them. The others had their thoughts focused on which house they were going to be put into whereas you had more pressing matters at hand. You and your twin brother Teddy were preparing to pull off one of the biggest pranks Hogwarts had ever seen.
As you walked up the stairs to the Great Hall, you and your brother made jokes with the other first years to loosen them up and even did a few impressions. One of which was the famous pig nose.
“Oh my god! That’s you?” You laughed, pointing at the picture.
“I remember that. My birthdays were always messy.” He chuckled.
You, Harry, and your sister, Hermione, were all invited to spend the Christmas break at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley had pulled out a family photo album and you were looking at the twins’ baby pictures.
“You were so cute, George! What the bloody hell happened?” You teased.
“Oh, shut it!” He laughed, pushing your arm.
You and George were not subtle with your flirting. But even though you two weren’t subtle, you were both completely oblivious to it.
George was a year older than you and has had a crush on you since he saw you at the hat sorting ceremony. Even though you were sorted into Hufflepuff, you two had a few classes together, and he made sure to talk to you whenever he could.
And now, he was your closest friend. But you wanted to be more, because you also had a crush on him.
Hermione looked over at you and saw how happy you looked with George. Suddenly, an idea popped in her head,
“Fred? Can I speak to you for a moment?” Hermione whispered, motioning Fred to the other side of the room where you wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.
“What’s up, Granger?” Fred asked once they were out of hearing distance.
“Look at them.” She said, motioning over at you and George. You were laughing at another one of his pictures, and he was just looking at you with the biggest smile on his face.
“Do you see the way he looks at her? He obviously loves her-”
“He does. I know my brother. And your sister obviously likes him too.”
“So, what are we gonna do? (Y/N) is too shy to confess.”
Fred looked back over at you two and grinned. “They just need a little help is all.”
“George! (Y/N)! Come look at this!” Fred called out from another room.
You looked over at George and gave him a questioned expression. He just shrugged his shoulders and stood up. You followed him into the room where Fred was calling you.
But he wasn’t there.
“Fred?” You asked, looking around.
Fred and Hermione were hiding. Hermione quietly pulled out her wand, gave it a small wave, and a mistletoe began to form over you and George.
George looked up and began to turn red.
“Oh, bloody hell.” He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair.
You looked up as well, and then turned your gaze back to George.
“Alright, (Y/N), it’s a Christmas law. Pucker up.” Fred laughed, coming out of hiding, Hermione also following.
“Just do it!”
Before you could even begin your sentence, George had cupped your face in his hands and pushed his lips against yours.
It felt as if time was frozen all around you, and it was just you and him. You felt the spark that everyone talked about when you kiss someone.
When the kiss ended, you looked up at George and smiled.
“Alright, we’ll leave you to sort things out.” Fred said, motioning Hermione to leave as well.
When they were both gone, you turned back to George.
“Would you care to join me on a walk, milady?” George smirked, holding out his arm. You giggled and gladly took it.
The two of you walked outside for a little while, watching the sun set as you talked.
“Since the hat sorting ceremony, huh?” You grinned.
“Yeah. Your face was just too pretty to miss.” George said, smirking once more.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“(Y/N), you are quite honestly the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my feelings.” He paused.
“But, I am seriously in love with you. I know you wouldn’t want to be caught dead with a git like me but I’d love it if I could have the honor of being your boyfriend.” George said, taking your hand in his.
Your cheeks turned red again.
“I love you too, Georgie.” You said. You stood on your tippy toes to reach his lips and gave him a quick peck. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
“God, you’re cute. You don’t even have to try,” George chuckled.
“I know.” You teased. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him.
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” George said softly, kissing your forehead.
look after Yoongi! Hurry up!“, you screamed at the top of your lungs, barely
recognising Taehyungs nod through the pouring rain before he turned his
broomstick upwards and rushed away.
were hastily scanning the field for any opponents.
hard as you tried, by this strength of a thunderstorm it was nearly impossible
to make out the persons covered in green and black. Even detecting the golden goals
seemed hard. The only thing you saw was rain, running down your
as cold as ice. Your robe, your shoes, basically everything you were wearing was soaked
mentally thanked Dumbledore for creating these grippy gloves – you had always
thought they were useless since they were thick and warm, but now, as you
played Quidditch in the middle of a storm, you actually were grateful to have those.
only were you playing Quidditch in a thunderstorm, but also against your
biggest rival, Slytherin.