snk/hp fic (gen)

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin/Harry Potter
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1300
Summary: Hogwarts AU. How everyone was sorted into their houses.
Notes: I left out Marco because I honestly couldn't think of anything good to write for him?? I'm sorry hon, it's not you, it's me UnU

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mikasa.

Well, you’re certainly very brave, the Sorting Hat muses. But you’re also quite smart, and cunning as well. My, my, my dear, you’ve got a little bit of everything, don’t you?

I suppose, Mikasa answers.

Well, you’re certainly making this difficult. Where do you think you belong?

Mikasa glances out at the line of students still waiting to be sorted, and her eyes land on Eren. He smiles and gives her a thumbs up, and she feels the corners of her lips lift in response. I don’t really care where I go, she admits to the Sorting Hat. Only I hope that it’s the same place as Eren.

Ah, the Sorting Hat says, and Mikasa can almost imagine it smiling. In that case, I know exactly where to put you.

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

armin.

Armin’s knees knock together when he sits on the stool, and the Sorting Hat falls straight over his eyes, blacking out the crowd. He bites his lip as he hears it begin to talk.

Hmm, let’s see… Not very brave, though you do like to stick by your friends. And—Oh for goodness sake, child, there’s no reason to be afraid! I’m not going to bite!

Armin grimaces; he hadn’t thought the Sorting Hat would be able to hear his thoughts. He doesn’t feel like he belongs here at all, along with all these great witches and wizards. They all come from great stock; Armin is just a sad little muggle-born who lives with his grandfather. He still thinks his acceptance letter must have been a mistake.

My boy, some of the greatest witches and wizards of all time were muggle-borns, the Sorting Hat tells him. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, I think I had better put you somewhere that will help you learn that.

“RAVENCLAW!”

Armin is sure the Sorting Hat must have made a mistake—Him! A Ravenclaw!—but that doesn’t stop him from smiling shyly as he walks over to the table.

reiner.

“GRYFFINDOR!” the Sorting Hat bellows out, and Reiner blinks.

“Um, I don’t think the hat actually touched my head,” he says to Professor Smith. “How could it possibly know that I’m a Gryffindor?”

“Well, the Sorting Hat possesses deep and powerful magic that isn’t quite fully understood,” Professor Smith says. “But even so, I think someone blind, deaf and dumb still could have pegged you for a Gryffindor, Braun. Now go on, we still have a lot of other students to sort.”

Reiner’s cheeks are a perfect Gryffindor scarlet as he joins their table.

sasha.

Oh I wish they would hurry up, Sasha thinks as the Sorting Hat is placed on her head. I haven’t eaten anything since those cauldron cakes on the train.

Patience, my dear, the Sorting Hat says. The feast will start soon enough. Now, as for where to put you, I think…

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Gryffindor? Sasha thinks. But… But I’m not very Gryffindor-like at all.

Not yet, she hears the Sorting Hat say as its plucked from her head. But you will be.

bertholdt.

Well you’re certainly quite intelligent, the Sorting Hat says. But your self-esteem could use some work. A lot of work, actually.

Bertholdt fidgets. I just don’t like being a bother to people, he thinks.

I can see that, the Sorting Hat answers dryly. Which is quite strange because I don’t think anyone would consider you a bother. Did you know Braun was so hoping that you would be in the same house that he tripped coming up the stairs?

Bertholdt’s cheeks flush. I think you must be exaggerating.

I’m not, the Sorting Hat assures him. But I don’t suppose you’ll believe me. Well, I was going to say Ravenclaw, but I think you’ll be better off someplace that can give your confidence a boost.

“SLYTHERIN!”

eren.

Eren sits down with conviction on the stool, back perfectly straight as the Sorting Hat is placed on his head. He knows exactly where he’s going to go, and if the Sorting Hat doesn’t think so, Eren will fight him to prove otherwise.

Calm down, boy, the Sorting Hat says in a sort of chuckle. You’re absolutely right, though Lord knows I should probably stick you in Hufflepuff just so Ackerman can keep an eye on you.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Eren can’t keep himself from grinning as he strides over towards the table. He’s going to be the best Gryffindor ever, he knows it.

jean.

Jean smirks as the Sorting Hat comes down over his eyes. Ah, a Kirschtein! the Sorting Hat says. I’ve seen quite a few of you through the years. A proud family, you lot; Slytherin blood stretching for generations.

That’s us, Jean thinks proudly. My parents can’t wait for me to carry on the tradition.

Yes well, the Sorting Hat says smugly. In that case I’m afraid they’re going to be in for a rather large disappointment.

What? Jean thinks at the same that the Sorting Hat shouts “GRYFFINDOR!”

Jean is rooted to the stool in utter horror for a good thirty seconds before Professor Smith hauls him up by his collar because they still have at least half of the new students to get through, Mr. Kirschtein, thank you.

annie.

Well, I know exactly where I think you should go, the Sorting Hat says. But I’m curious, my dear; where do you think you ought to be?

Annie frowns, considering. I don’t think it matters much, she thinks finally. Only I want it to be someplace where I can get stronger. She looks down at her small hands, clenching them into fists. I don’t want to be weak. I want to be able to take care of myself.

Yes, I can see that, the Sorting Hat says. But I wouldn’t worry too much about it, my dear. You’re already far stronger than you think.

“SLYTHERIN!”

christa.

The Sorting Hat drops right down to Christa’s nose, and she sneezes. I’m sorry, my dear, it says.

It’s okay! Christa thinks. Just a little sneeze. That never hurt anybody , right?

She hears the Sorting Hat chuckle. My, aren’t you cheerful? I think I know right where you’ll go. Only I would caution you against one thing before I do.

What is that?

You must learn to stop taking the easy way out.

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

Christa smiles as she walks over to the table, but her mind is still on the Sorting Hat’s words. I don’t know if I can, she thinks to herself, before her eyes land on Ymir, still waiting in line. Her smile brightens instantly when Ymir looks back at her.

But I’m going to try.

connie.

Ah, a Springer, the Sorting Hat says. You’ve got a few cousins here right now, if I’m not mistaken.

In Ravenclaw, Connie confirms. His gaze drops down to his shoes. But they don’t think I belong here.

Why not? My mom is a muggle, Connie thinks. And my dad isn’t a great wizard, so they think that I’m just a waste of space. He sets his jaw, brow furrowing. But I’m not, he declares. And I’m going to prove it to them, no matter what it takes.

The Sorting Hat doesn’t say anything, but Connie swears he feels it smile as it shouts, “GRYFFINDOR!”

ymir.

Very curious, the Sorting Hat says, and Ymir sighs.

What’s curious? she thinks.

You are, my dear, the Sorting Hat says. I thought I knew where I was going to put you the second I was placed on your head, but I rather think I was wrong.

What are you talking about? Ymir thinks irritably. Isn’t it obvious that I belong in Slytherin?

That’s what I thought at first, the Sorting Hat admits. But now that I’ve gotten a good look at you… No, my dear. I think there is much more to you than meets the eye.

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

Ymir scowls as she walks down from the dias, annoyed at the Sorting Hat’s placement. Hufflepuff! Honestly, there isn’t anything Hufflepuff about her.

Ah well, she thinks as she sits down. At least I’ll be with Christa.