dear boy with the green eyes ⁂ golden trio era (UNDER EDITING/REWRITING)

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          "Arabella Silvercrest." the whispers around her had ceased only making her grip on her robes tighten. Her nerves were on fire as she made her way through the last remanents of the first years. Taking in a shaky breath she took her place upon the stool her eyes looking at a sea of faces clad in black robes. 

          "Ahhh yes. Finally a Silvercrest." her eyes widened at the voice echoing in her ear, it was low and itself felt old. "Old. Heh, a joker just like the last. But where to put you? You could do well in Ravenclaw, not a bad mind, not your mother but the potential is endless. So many possibilities." 

          "You know my mother?" she whispered 

          "Dear child I've seen the minds of thousands who have passed the doors of Hogwarts. But never one as extraordinary as your mothers. The true mind of the greatest witch. But we are here for you. And so much like her you are, but so much yourself." Once again she was being compared to her mother by a complete stranger. 

"Hm, not Hufflepuff a little too impatient. But it could help you with opening up. You've got a steel wall around those emotions of yours. Humble and maybe too much, maybe Slytherin or Gryffindor. That could help indeed. Gryffindor for the reckless courageousness. But with a mind like this so dedicated, so determined, Slytherin might be the choice."

Her eyes quickly shifted to the table with the snake emblem shaking her head ever so slightly. "Not Slytherin, Please not Slytherin."

          "And why not? You could do so well." 

          "Please, anything else." she turned her attention to the table on the other side of the hall, and that's when she saw him smiling at her. 

          "Potter. A simple existence is not a determining factor I do apologize, this is for you young one. You are to shape your future not others. Now let us continue. Though Gryffindor could suit you well. You're fiercely loyal to the people you care for most. A protector, brave. So much to consider. A Slytherin? A Gryffindor? Ah, but what is this? Black?"

          "Black?" Arabella was suddenly startled by a low chuckle

          "Truly a unique combination. I wonder... another destined placement but the scale is leaning ever so slightly."

Arabella was met with a thick silence that seemed to last forever. The eyes of the students bored up at her as she still remained on the stool whispers rising here and there uttering the word hatstall. 

"Young Arabella, you have a say in the matter. But let me warn you, simply choosing upon a crush can lead to living in a shadow meant to be a light."  

She sat there letting the words replay in her head a deep crimson covering her cheeks. Letting them sink in she fully understood what the hat was saying. As much as she wanted to dismiss them it was logically not the correct move. And so she let the breath out she'd been holding and returned Harry's smile with a sad one. 

        "Okay..." she spoke softly,  

        "SLYTHERIN!"