I apparently lack a life in this new year just like last year...Oh well. Okay, sorry for being so late on this update, but this is the request of @theboss1commander !! Thanks for all of the comments and even requesting something (not that we aren't thanking the rest of you!!! You're all fantastic) -C

How much does life suck for Aaron Burr? To stand in line for Hogwarts, descendant of one of the founders...Helga Hufflepuff to be frank. His parents raved about her when they were alive...

Does he have to say they died? Every teacher seems to eye him pityingly.

Aaron Burr has always had some fault with his last name. Now, he truly hates it. It places him third in line. That means he will be setting the standards for the houses.

For one who never shares his opinion, this is a nightmare.

   The first person is a cherry-cheeked girl, smiling like a diamond. Her shoulders slump a little when she sits there, and curiosity shimmers in her eyes. Aaron could predict it before she even lands herself in that house.

   Ravenclaw.

   Aaron wouldn't mind being in Ravenclaw. It means that you're brilliant, that your mind spins with ideas. Aaron would adore being in Ravenclaw...But the other houses aren't that bad.

Drat, he doesn't even share his opinion within his head anymore. The Sorting Hat is going to screw him up so bad.

The next person is a boy, slinking low and generally looking embarrassed. He sits there for almost negative seconds, the hat just knows where to place him.

Hufflepuff.

Aaron almost longs to be a Hufflepuff. It's the house out of the spotlight. His parents would celebrate. He's upholding their legacy...That's all Aaron has of them anyway. Hufflepuff is practically needed-

He gets shoved forward by the kid standing in line behind him. "Retard, didn't you hear your name called?"

Flushing, Aaron takes small, hesitant steps to the stool. The teacher nods and smiles at him as he clambers on it, breathing hard.

He looks at the crowd. The Schuyler sisters, only two, are there. Maria Lewis. Friends he haven't met, enemies he hasn't made. Bullies, desperate to break him down, and heroes, wanting to prove themselves by 'saving' the poor boy.

The hat is eased onto his head, and Aaron shoves out the din and patiently waits. He doesn't quite want to reveal his every thought yet-

Certainly keep those opinions, lock and key.

Is that even how that expression goes? Aaron doesn't want to be a smart alec, but he's certain that it doesn't go like that.

Why, you're clever...But not a Ravenclaw.

Aaron isn't surprised.

Nothing about you screams Gryffindor. I wouldn't place you there...Ever.

He wouldn't either.

Hufflepuff or Slytherin?

Inside his head, he begs and pleads for Hufflepuff. To make his parents proud. To join his sister. To uphold the impossible legacy that has been placed on his small shoulders.

The Hat seems to laugh at Aaron's plans.

"Slytherin."

How did Aaron's life come to this? He's out of school, certainly, but he never expected to be wielding a wand at his oldest friend. The friend and the classmate. The one who encouraged and mocked him.

Alexander Hamilton.

Alex made it clear through their years he believed Aaron to a Hufflepuff, and Aaron wouldn't argue. He didn't get why Slytherin is where he belonged. He just didn't.

Then, his heart fell for Theodosia, and he knew that he would never let the idiotic muggle general keep her.

Then, he was tired of Alex's constant mockery, and he knew he would race for the doors, slamming them open, and becoming part of the Room Where It Happens.

But ambition is what led Aaron here. His drive and his cunningness is what brought him here. He played with words, baiting Alex just as much as Alex baited him. Twin serpents, necks entwined.

He knows that he won't back down. Their pride is riled, oh so high. He's intelligent enough to know that this could end everything. He's determined enough to go through with it...

But in the end? It's the last, most obvious part of the Hogwarts houses. He doesn't want to die. All these years, Aaron remains a coward. He's the opposite of a Gryffindor...A Slytherin.

He doesn't want to die.

Aaron aims his wand and spits out the spell at the exact time Alex's hand swivels upwards.

Aaron's a tried and true Slytherin...

He's finally the villain history dictates of him.

"Wait!"

   James Madison wishes he could hide in his robes and never emerge. He wishes he could bolder and braver, and he wishes he could just state where he belongs. Everyone who has ever known the shyer boy knows which house he will end up with.

   Ravenclaw. For the smart ones.

   Still, his eyes wander over to Thomas Jefferson, towards the front of the line. His heart flutters with the boyish crush, desiring for a relationship with him. James would follow him to the death.

   He isn't sure that he hasn't already.

   James looks around once more, wishing and hoping. Can't the process either speed up or stop completely? He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to wait with the people who are sure to knock and jostle him around, mocking him.

   James watches Thomas saunter up to the stool and sit down. The moment the hat is on his head, his best friend's face plagues with insecurity. He wishes he could run up and comfort him, telling the taller boy it's fine, they're fine.

   Instead, he remains anchored to the spot. They shuffle forward after Thomas retreats to his new house. James' life has been changed forevermore, but nobody else seems that daunted by the fact Thomas has been sorted.

   He counts the numbers, running them over in his head until the words gain a softer edge. Over and over.

   Until, it dwindles down to one, and he's watching the ceremony head on. The person before him takes a long time, long enough that James cements his resolve to go to the one house where he could ever beyond.

   There's no conversation. There's no introspective part. It flings him at the house.

   "Ravenclaw."

He runs a hand over his face, never so exhausted in his life. However, he has never been quite so alive either. The office of Minister of Magic has always been one that he desired.

James watched as the position broke Thomas down. Thomas, his brilliant and flashy friend. He had never seen him so low in his life.

But it doesn't matter now. James ogles at the fact he made it into the office. His only congratulations was the half-hearted murmur from the workers and a hopeful letter from Thomas.

However, he knows what Thomas said. He was made for this position.

To solve the problems, you must be clever. You must be creative, figuring everything out. You need to know everything you can.

And James does. James knows what he must know, and he's wise enough to know what to do with it.

"I'll get us out of this mess we're in," murmurs James, a true Ravenclaw through and through.