The Crabby Crawfish - A Book of One-shots

HP & H SI / Schuyler Sisters Go To Hogwarts [2]

So, I had a few ideas for this, and now - voila! - a second part is born!

Peggy felt her heart pound in her chest. She was about to be "sorted," whatever that was. And it might mean she had to leave her sisters, who loved her more than anything.

"Come on, Peggy, it'll be all right!" Eliza reassured her.

"Even if we are separated, we'll always be sisters, right?" Angelica determined.

"Right."

"So we have nothing to worry about."

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"Schuyler, Angelica!"

Angelica, with one last look at her sisters, marched to the front of the hall and placed the worn hat upon her head. She startled when it spoke to her.

Ah, Angelica... it started. You are very well-read, I see. Brave, too. But your love for your sisters, especially Eliza, is irrefutable. And, finally, you can't help but contemplate social occasions for your own benefit.

Excuse me, Mr. Hat, she interrupted, but should I be doing anything differently?

The hat sighed. No. There are positives in every house - and negatives. I do not sort by strengths, dear, but weaknesses. When I can't decide, I ask the question: What will you fall for?

The hat projected four images in front of her. The first was Eliza on her deathbed, choking violently. Angelica's gut clenched. She couldn't see this. She tried to push the images away but they remained even when she shut her eyes. She found her voice gone.

The second image showed Angelica losing her mental skills. She saw herself unable to read or write, helpless academically. She gasped again.

The third showed her hiding behind Peggy, paralyzed with fear of even meeting her father's eye. She saw herself as a scared girl, the opposite of the proud, strong woman she wanted to be.

The last image showed Angelica, slim and malnourished, begging on the streets of New York. She was dressed in rags and shivered from the cold.

Choose one, dear. What is your greatest fear?

Angelica shrieked. With shaking hands, she wrenched off the hat. "No!" she yelled. "I won't choose!" She screamed and flung the hat to the ground. The blast of anger that shot through her made her stomp on it multiple times.

"What are you doing, girl?" one of the professors yelled, shooting a spell that made the hat fly to his hand.

Angelica raised her wide, red-rimmed eyes to him and he shrunk into his chair.

"I am not placing that horrid lump of fabric on my head again!" she declared.

The hall was silent, watching her. Angelica gulped and turned to the professors. "I am not wearing that again."

A woman dressed in yellow and silver asked patiently, "Why not, darling?"

Angelica felt her voice leave her and she croaked, "I can't..." She sniffled. "It's just too much."

The professor said, "Come, dear, and let's get you some tea." She led Angelica to a hidden door in the hall and sat down with her.

"What did you see?" the professor asked.

Angelica shook her head. She couldn't relive those visions.

The professor stroked Angelica's hair. "How many scenarios did it show you?"

"Four."

The professor's hand stopped. "Come with me." After a pause, "You can call me Helga," she said. Angelica nodded.

Helga Hufflepuff led Angelica through a maze of staircases and corridors until they stopped in front of an ornate wooden door. "After you," Helga said kindly.

Angelica nervously stepped up to the doorknob. She lifted her shaking hand to the ornate metal. As soon as her fingers made contact with the material, the door shimmered out of existence. Angelica gasped. Before her stood a vast hall filled from floor to ceiling with spellbooks of glittering gold. Above her, the night sky twinkled with stars. Occasionally, a desk or pedestal held a skull or other magical object. The floor was carpeted in sliver and the lighting was in all colors of the houses: red, yellow, green, silver, blue, and black. It looked like a painting. Angelica couldn't believe she was actually there at all.

"It's beautiful," she said breathlessly.

"I don't see anything," Helga said, confused. "It's just an empty classroom."

A confused Angelica turned sharply. "You don't see it?"

Helga smiled. "No. The Heir of Four has found her home, it seems."

I have so many ideas for this story!!! I really need to write this but I'm just lazy and busy. I also think that I have so many other things to write that I'll just forget about this one. *sigh*

Anyway, the offer is open. Anyone who wants to finish this, here are some ideas for you (or just if you want some ideas about what happens next).

- That big room is Angelica's dorm room

- Eliza = Hufflepuff, Peggy = Gryffindor, Hamilton = Slytherin, Laurens = Gryffindor, Burr = Ravenclaw, Jefferson = Slytherin, Lafayette = Ravenclaw, Hercules = Gryffindor, Madison = Ravenclaw, Maria = Ravenclaw, James Reynolds = Ravenclaw, King George III = Headmaster/Potions Master, Seabury = Ravenclaw, Washington = Prefect/Head Boy of Gryffindor, Charles Lee = IDK

- There is a prophecy, of course.
The one who fits all qualifications
Must fill all obligations;
Fighting foe for day and night,
Bringing in the sunlight.
There is no turning back
When making an attack
Because now the heir rests
Within the ancient process.
The one she loves will play her game
And nothing will ever be the same.
There is nowhere to hide
For those not in her side.

- No Voldemort, people! That is way overused.

- Also, these are the original house leaders. This is a few years after Hogwarts was built. (And please excuse my use of Professor Sprout in Pt. 1.)

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(Feel free to change this for plots and such. This is a rough draft.)