The headmaster looked at Hermione sorrowfully before he spoke. "Dear girl I'm sorry for what you've been through and we do not want to bring up any unnecessary pain but we must know what has brought you here child."
Hermione's mind worked over time to figure out how was in front of her. Armando Dippet! She must be somewhere between the 1920's to the 1940's since he is headmaster. That means Grindelwald is at larger right now. A perfect way to explain her appearance. She carefully chose her words to explain why she is here. "Headmaster, my name is Hermione Vogel. I have fled Germany to escape Grindelwald's army and the muggle war. My family and friends are dead as far as I know and I am seeking sanctuary here at Hogwarts. I am 17 but I have not completed my 6th year. If you'd have me I would be honored to attend your school." Hermione could tell the headmaster was think it over so she looked at Dumbledore. He held a knowing look as he smiled at her. At that very moment she knew Dumbledore knew she was lying and he knew of her past. Her occlumency walls had fallen while those images invaded her mind in her moment of weekness.
"Miss Vogel, we can accept you here at Hogwarts but you must first undergo some magical testing before you are placed in a house and given living quarters. I assume yo would like your own room just in case you have any nightmares or memories of what you've been through. "
"Thank you headmaster. When would you like me to do my testing, if you don't mind me being so bold."
"Hopefully today. It all depends when Madam Cordelia says your allowed. "
As soon as that was said the matron shuffles over to give Hermione one last potion.
"Miss you can leave in an hour but you must take this every four hours for two weeks, alright dear?" "Over course madam. Thank you." The elderly matron giver her a sad smile and quickly leaves just as the hospital doors open to reveal a blonde boy walking through.
"Has she awoken yet Headmaster?" "Why don't you ask her yourself Mr Malfoy." Armando Dippet moves to reveal Hermione sitting up right in her cot.
"Miss Vogel this is Mr Abraxas Malfoy he found you and brought you here."
Hermione gave Abraxas a kind smile and a polite nod in appreciation. The boy in front of her could not be explained as a boy but as a man. He had blonde hair a little past his shoulders and piecing blue/grey eyes that looked like a storm was swirling around them. He was nothing like his grandson Draco. None of his features were what she had expected. The only thing that proved he was Draco's grandfather were his eyes, but they were not like his descendants. Hermione was almost swooning over his looks but the headmaster broke her from her daydreaming.
"Miss Vogel if you would fallow Mr Malfoy to my office when you are ready it would be appreciated."
"Of course Headmaster."
After that Dumbledore and Dippet left Hermione and Abraxas alone.
"Thank you for saving me Mr Malfoy."
"It was no problem Miss Vogel and if you don't mind please call me Abraxas."
"Only if you call me Hermione."
Abraxas gave her a charming smile and helped her out of the uncomfortable cot.
"We better get going to the headmaster's office before he gets annoyed. "
With that they left the hospital wing for the headmasters office in a comfortable silence.
***
As they entered the office Dippet beamed at them while Dumbledore stood of to the side. Anxiety coursed through her veins as Dippet took out a quill to begin her testing.
"Now Miss Vogel I would like you to transfigure this quill into a jewelry box."
Hermione took out her wand and began transfiguring the quill into a silver box. She them opened it and made the inside into a cushy red velvet interior. The she closed the box and placed swirling designs around the box. When she finished she gently place the jewelry box on his desk.
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The headmaster looked at the box with glee and soon gave her the next task. Quickly Hermione finished her test as Dippet and Dumbledore looked at her with pride. "Dear girl you said you didn't finish your sixth year yet you knew spells most seventh years don't know."
"As I was in the war I always read and practiced magic. Knowledge is power Headmaster."
"This is a rare but I'll give you the choice. Do wish to go into your seventh year with your age level or would you like to attend advance sixth year classes."
"Advanced sixth year class please sir."
"Alright dear now we must sort you. Sit here and we'll sort you."
Hermione sat on the stool at the sorting hat was placed on her head.
"Awe Miss Granger its a pleasure to see you again."
"How do you know me?"
"It's all here in your head dear girl. Now to sort you. You are very loyal but Hufflepuff just doesn't suite you. You very quick witted and intelligent but Ravenclaw is not quite right. Now Gryffindor and Slytherin are left both houses have their most valued traits in you but which to place you in. You were once a true Gryffindor but war has changed you. You've become more sly and cunning. Your the strategist of your friends and you make sure everything falls in place. You will have to fight for your place but it is where you truly belong. Your house is.....SLYTHERIN!"
Shock shown on Hermione's face as she took in this new information. Slytherin....why did she have to be placed in slytherin, the house of prejudice jerks. Her of all people, a muggle born. A slytherin muggle born. No longer will she be gryffindor's princess. Now she will be slytherin's... mudblood.
