I promise that I'm going to stop soon. However, these crossovers are so much fun to write! And naturally, I have mentally debated over who would go into which house. I feel like the easy one would be Alexander Hamilton (haha nope. I've heard the debates. Slytherin vs Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor. No Hufflepuffs sadly)...So I went in the opposite direction. I just wanted a short fic about one of the best characters. Remember that Maria Reynolds' maiden name is Lewis too! Sorting Hat thoughts are in bold. -C
Maria Lewis has never felt so small. She has her robes, oversized by many, many inches, resting on her shoulders. She keeps fiddling with the oversized sleeves. Maria doesn't wish to appear meek or anything, but she knows that she ought to, at least, just wait a little. Everyone else has been patiently leaving.
Her eyes flicker around the tables, trying to take them all in. She knows their traits, and she knows which house she doesn't want to be in.
Slytherins, clad in green and silver, is the house to ignore. They're ambitious and proud. They do what's necessary...Not exactly what's right. She knows what most people think of that house. Many people call them evil...And Maria doesn't want to be labelled evil in any way! She doesn't want to be blamed!
Maria also knows that she isn't smart. She would struggle amongst the ranks of Ravenclaws. She isn't even that creative. That house isn't the place for her.
That leaves Hufflepuff and Gryffindor...And how is she supposed to know on that regard?
The girl waits as the people all around dwindle down faster and faster. She knows that R is about to be called at any moment. Justin Kent gets called, and she knows that she'll be heading up soon.
When the wizened professor calls her name off the scroll, Maria stumbles forwards. She bows her head, and the hat is immediately placed on her head.
Maria trembles as the hat seems to probe her thoughts. He'll realize that she belongs in no house. The hat will realize that she's not brave, she's not ambitious, she's not smart, and she's certainly not loyal.
Why, you don't think very highly of yourself.
She jumps in her seat a little, stunned by the voice.
I can see two houses you can fit in. You're brave and daring, certainly. The kind of woman who would flirt with another man shamelessly if she must. You're quite cunning and resourceful as well. You can play the game, and you can play it well. That's two houses, is it not?
Maria bites down on her lip. The thoughts are flooding into her head, and she can see the memories that tell her that he's not lying. She nods, hoping that he will get the memo. When a laugh fills her head, she is certain that she succeeds.
There is no more conversation though. All of the sudden, he's shouting.
"Slytherin!"
Six years later, Maria finds herself sitting on the desk of Alexander Hamilton. She leans down, daring to get close enough to kiss him. Gently, she runs her mouth along his neck. He flinches, but he doesn't know. He doesn't see the way she has bruises up and down her arms, and he doesn't see her desire to escape James Reynolds.
He said a little more money would set her free. He would set her free.
Where better to get money than a boy while wearing her low-cut dress?
Maria knows, the moment their lips lock, that the hat was right all along. She has always had all of the Slytherin traits, no matter how deeply they were buried. She's cunning certainly. Alexander thinks this is just a release from a bad relationship and an excuse to gain you-know-what. She's proud of her body, and she flaunts in every way. She's resourceful, gaining her freedom through this chain that Hamilton throws. She might not be ambitious, but she does have dreams...She did have dreams, but James had stolen them away. She's intelligent and determined to leave...And she's a Slytherin.
And now, as she finally embraces her house, she grins. How could anyone say no to this?
Elizabeth Schuyler doesn't have an easy task out in front of her. It's the year she gets sorted. She might be from a pureblood family, but the Schuylers are much more divided than the Malfoys or Weasleys. The Malfoys are always Slytherins, and the Weasleys are always Gryffindors.
Right now, she knows Angelica is a Ravenclaw, tried and true. Peggy, she isn't sure where she'll go at the end of the day. Her parents were a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff. The only house that doesn't seem entirely acceptable is Slytherin.
Angelica, already sitting at her table and clad in blue, doesn't seem that nervous for Eliza. She simply grins and waves. Angelica told her sister that she knows her better than she ever could, and Angelica also hinted that she could never be a Slytherin. Eliza would have to agree, at least, with that.
She's seen so many people get sorted. She can see how their faces pale as they sit, and she can see how they practically shake. Some people last seconds while others last minutes. Alexander Hamilton took more than five minutes before reaching a decision while Aaron Burr only took three. Hercules Mulligan was sorted in an instant. Lafayette and John Laurens only had a few seconds on their platter.
Schuyler is coming soon. She can practically see the quill Angelica is holding, poised over a letter to inform her parents. Hopefully, Eliza can make them proud.
"Elizabeth Schuyler?"
The girl hurries forward, longing for her old dress back. Her sister, despite being a Ravenclaw, always wears red while she always wears blue. Even Peggy has her signature color of yellow. Things are going to change the moment the hat is placed on her head.
Eliza awkwardly fidgets on the stool as the hat gets placed down. There isn't even a moment's hesitation. The hat knows where she belongs, and truly, Eliza knew deep down she belonged there as well.
"Hufflepuff."
Long after Hogwarts, long after Alexander has died, Eliza knows that she has always been a Hufflepuff. She doesn't know why the thought strikes her now, when she's old and alone. Her children have gone to Hogwarts...Philip and Alexander dance in the sky without her. She has lived a good life.
Nobody thought Eliza would have much ambition. She has always been quite satisfied on the ground, and why should she attempt to find a place in the sky? However, she works hard anyway...For Alexander. All of her hard work has always been for him. Will they tell his story? Through all the sweat and tears, the remaining Schuyler truly has to pray that his story will be told by her.
She never remarried as well. People always told her she could...Even Angelica. She has a pretty face, and she has a sweet and caring personality. Eliza doesn't know whether it's her loyalty or love or a mixture of both for her beloved Alexander. She's dedicated to him though, 'til death do them part. Now, it's until death shall reunite.
Eliza knows a quality of a Hufflepuff she keeps closest to her chest though.
Patience.
She'll see Alexander again...It's only a matter of time.
I enjoyed writing this! If anyone of us enjoyed reading this, feel free to leave suggestions on who I maybe should do next?
