Never the Same, Pt. 1 (PG-13; Pansy, Goyle)
Written for the auswitchathon challenge. This is EXTREMELY AU but a lot of fun.
(Also used 48 - End at potterverse100)
Title: Never the Same
I.
Pansy tried not to gasp as she watched the Sorting Hat mess with destiny. “Gryffindor,” it shouted, as proud as punch as Greg Goyle looked out from under the crinkled brim. The room was silent. Draco was as white as a sheet. If it was possible, Goyle was even paler.
“Hermione Granger,” Professor McGonagall called out, oblivious to what had just happened. The web of destiny had been ripped. Poor Goyle. It had been nice knowing him. Pansy wasn’t too worried about it, though.
“Slytherin!”
This time, the silence wasn’t quite as overpowering except for a gasp from the Weasley standing over to the side with Harry Potter, the scarred freak. The three of them had ridden on the train together and the two that were left were clearly shocked to watch this potential friend be ripped away. Everyone knew that Weasleys were in Gryffindor and it seemed unlikely, after all she’d ever heard about the Boy-Who-Lived, that he’d be anything but a puny Gryffindor.
This is insane, she thought, grateful that nothing of the sort would happen to her. She was a Slytherin legacy, same as Draco. The two of them would be able to spend so much time together now. It would be almost like they were playing house but on a much grander scale than they ever had.
“Draco Malfoy.”
A cheer went up from the Slytherin House, all decked out in green and silver. Pansy couldn’t suppress her own little gasp of glee when she heard the fateful pronouncement, “Slytherin!”
She was in a happy fog until her own name was called, not very long after Draco got situated on the Slytherin bench. With the proper scowl in place (because it would never do to have anyone know how satisfied she was to be part of this process when she could pretend to be bored and irritated), she took her place and prepared to float down to Draco’s side.
The hat began to talk to her but she wasn’t listening as she tried to get Draco’s attention without making it seem as she was doing something so blatant. “Gryffindor!”
“WHAT?” It took her a second to catch her breath, shaking the spots out from in front of her eyes. “Is this a joke?”
The wrinkled professor leaned over her, taking the hat out of her hands before she could inflict too much pain on it. “Dear, take your place at the Gryffindor table, please. The hat has decided. It had its reasons.”
“I want to hear them again,” she screeched in a panic. “I am not a Gryffindor. I can’t be. My parents were both in Slytherin. My grandfather was a Head of House. I’m a bloody legacy.”
“It had its reasons,” Professor McGonagall asserted again.
Pansy refused to move off the dais no matter that people felt she needed to. She felt someone tugging at her arm but her chin was stuck out in a gesture of defiance. “Get off me. I’m a Slytherin. I’m not a Gryffin… a Gryff… I’m not. I’m not.”
Later, she remembered a flashing light and her own voice getting further and further away as she fled to the darkness.
~~~
And onto Part Two.
(Also used 48 - End at potterverse100)
Title: Never the Same
I.
Pansy tried not to gasp as she watched the Sorting Hat mess with destiny. “Gryffindor,” it shouted, as proud as punch as Greg Goyle looked out from under the crinkled brim. The room was silent. Draco was as white as a sheet. If it was possible, Goyle was even paler.
“Hermione Granger,” Professor McGonagall called out, oblivious to what had just happened. The web of destiny had been ripped. Poor Goyle. It had been nice knowing him. Pansy wasn’t too worried about it, though.
“Slytherin!”
This time, the silence wasn’t quite as overpowering except for a gasp from the Weasley standing over to the side with Harry Potter, the scarred freak. The three of them had ridden on the train together and the two that were left were clearly shocked to watch this potential friend be ripped away. Everyone knew that Weasleys were in Gryffindor and it seemed unlikely, after all she’d ever heard about the Boy-Who-Lived, that he’d be anything but a puny Gryffindor.
This is insane, she thought, grateful that nothing of the sort would happen to her. She was a Slytherin legacy, same as Draco. The two of them would be able to spend so much time together now. It would be almost like they were playing house but on a much grander scale than they ever had.
“Draco Malfoy.”
A cheer went up from the Slytherin House, all decked out in green and silver. Pansy couldn’t suppress her own little gasp of glee when she heard the fateful pronouncement, “Slytherin!”
She was in a happy fog until her own name was called, not very long after Draco got situated on the Slytherin bench. With the proper scowl in place (because it would never do to have anyone know how satisfied she was to be part of this process when she could pretend to be bored and irritated), she took her place and prepared to float down to Draco’s side.
The hat began to talk to her but she wasn’t listening as she tried to get Draco’s attention without making it seem as she was doing something so blatant. “Gryffindor!”
“WHAT?” It took her a second to catch her breath, shaking the spots out from in front of her eyes. “Is this a joke?”
The wrinkled professor leaned over her, taking the hat out of her hands before she could inflict too much pain on it. “Dear, take your place at the Gryffindor table, please. The hat has decided. It had its reasons.”
“I want to hear them again,” she screeched in a panic. “I am not a Gryffindor. I can’t be. My parents were both in Slytherin. My grandfather was a Head of House. I’m a bloody legacy.”
“It had its reasons,” Professor McGonagall asserted again.
Pansy refused to move off the dais no matter that people felt she needed to. She felt someone tugging at her arm but her chin was stuck out in a gesture of defiance. “Get off me. I’m a Slytherin. I’m not a Gryffin… a Gryff… I’m not. I’m not.”
Later, she remembered a flashing light and her own voice getting further and further away as she fled to the darkness.
~~~
And onto Part Two.