Hermione Granger
Hermione Granger.
The Hat smiled inwardly as it thought of her.
Hermione Granger was one of its favorites, a student who had impressed it beyond measure.
Her mind was sharp, clever, and filled with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. When it had first touched her head, the Hat had almost immediately considered Ravenclaw. Her intellect was remarkable, and it would have been easy to place her there.
“Ravenclaw would suit you,” the Hat had thought.
But then it had sensed something deeper. Something stronger. Hermione wasn’t just about knowledge for the sake of knowledge. She wanted to do something with that knowledge. She wanted to change the world.
And that was where Gryffindor came in. Gryffindor valued bravery and courage, and Hermione had those qualities in abundance. It wasn’t just about her intelligence; it was about what she did with that intelligence.
Her drive to fight for what was right, to protect her friends, to never back down in the face of adversity—it was a quality the Hat had seen in every Gryffindor who had walked through the doors of Hogwarts.
“Gryffindor,” the Hat had declared.
But even now, the Hat wondered: Had it made the right choice? Could she have been just as brilliant in Ravenclaw, surrounded by like-minded individuals who shared her passion for learning? Or had Gryffindor truly been the right place for her to shine? The Hat would never know for sure. It could only guess, but sometimes, the guesses were enough.