This story is basically going to be a take on the Pretty Little Liars characters attending Hogwarts, as well as an origin story of the fab five (Alison, Aria, Spencer, Hanna and Emily). They're all 11 years old at the start of the story, and I'll be using elements from both the books and the TV show. For Harry Potter, I'll also be using the books more than the movies. As much as I wish I owned these two amazing worlds, they all belong to Sara Shepard and JK Rowling. Happy reading!
All the first years froze as a blond, model-like girl with emerald-green eyes, a heart-shaped face, and rosy pink cheeks stepped out from the crowd of first years as though she were strutting down a runway. She held her head high as she took her place on the stool. The Sorting Hat had not been on her head for even one second as it boomed, "SLYTHERIN!"
The table on the far right erupted in cheers, and Alison smiled smugly as she was the next Slytherin of the night to be sorted, after an intimidating-looking girl named Millicent Bullstrode.
As the gorgeous blonde made her way to the Slytherin table, four very different girls – Emily Fields, Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin, and Aria Montgomery – watched in awe, mesmerized by her silent charm. Spencer even wondered if she was part-veela; she was that beautiful.
A tall, tan brunette with doe-like brown eyes nervously walked to the stage. She was still getting used to the fact that she no longer had to be ashamed of being a witch, and the sight of a tattered, old hat talking before her eyes wasn't helping.
"Hmm, yes. Very strong in character, very loyal, always true to who you are. And very protective of your friends, too. GRYFFINDOR!"
The table second from the left erupted in rowdy cheers as Emily Fields joined Lavender Brown and Toby Cavanaugh at the Gryffindor table. But she couldn't help but notice Alison Dilaurentis from the Slytherin table beaming at her and even clapping her hands along with the Gryffindors. Emily smiled shyly in her direction before shaking everyone's hands.
A short, sandy-haired boy (even shorter than Aria) climbed upon the brown stool and sat for what felt like an eternity before the hat placed him in Gryffindor, and a bushy-haired brunette named Hermione Granger also joined Seamus in Gryffindor, taking a place at the table next to Emily.
A dark-haired girl with her hair up in a half ponytail and the rest cascading in perfect ringlets down her back emerged from the crowd with a steady look on her face, eyeing the Hat down to conceal any apprehension she had felt in the two and a half hour train ride from King's Cross station.
"So," the Hat spoke. "Another Hastings, eh? A very powerful family, indeed. Now where to put you…"
Please put me in Slytherin, Spencer silently prayed. I don't want my family to disown me!
"So you want to be in Slytherin, eh?" he responded out loud to her thoughts. "To follow a…family tradition, perhaps? Yes? However, I do believe your wit and brilliant mind would be far better off in…RAVENCLAW!"
Spencer froze. Her…in Ravenclaw? She closed her chocolate brown eyes for a moment, trying not to cry.
"Miss Hastings," Professor McGonagall. "Please join your new classmates. Run along, dear."
"There has to be a mistake, Professor," Spencer cried. "My whole family has been in Slytherin for generations! My family will disown me if I'm not in Slytherin!"
"The Hat makes no mistakes, dear," she shook her head. "Please. Sit down."
The youngest member of the Hastings family sighed in defeat, but put on what she hoped was a nice enough smile for the Ravenclaws. She looked toward the Slytherin table to see her older sister, Melissa, shaking her head at her. Spencer hung her head in shame.
Neville Longbottom – like Seamus Finnegan – also sat at the stool for a long time, as the Hat couldn't decide whether to put him in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. His apparently braver qualities won over, however, as he was finally placed in Gryffindor, taking a seat next to Emily. Five or something more people later, a silvery-blond-haired boy named Draco Malfoy with piercing grey eyes walked toward the Sorting Hat with a similar expression Alison had and was also placed in Slytherin within a second of the Hat being on his head. Jenna Marshall, who was after Malfoy, followed him to the Slytherin table.
The chubby blond-haired girl bumbled and tripped on her way to the stool, causing some of the Slytherins to snicker until McGonagall shot them a warning look.
The table on the far left cheered as Hanna bounced toward her new classmates, eager for a fresh start from her "Hefty Hanna" days in primary school. She took a seat next to Justin Finch-Fletchley and across Ernie MacMillan and Hannah Abbott, the latter of who was overjoyed at having someone who shared the same first name.
Aria was the last of the quartet to get sorted, and she joined Spencer and an attractive, brown-haired boy with sparkling blue eyes who introduced himself as Noel Kahn in Ravenclaw. Also at the table was a shy, nerdy-looking boy who introduced himself as Lucas Gottesman and a warm, outgoing boy named Terry Boot.
Everyone watched in anticipation as the famous Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor
A brunette version of Alison Dilaurentis named Mona Vanderwall took her place at the stool as the Hat placed her in Slytherin along with Alison, Malfoy, and a few others. Mona plopped down next to Alison, giving her a bonecrushing hug, only for Alison to brush her off and give her a dirty look. Mona looked down disappointedly.
The sorting finally ended with Ronald Weasley and Blaise Zabini getting sorted into Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively.
While Headmaster Dumbledore reminded everyone of the school policies, Alison Dilaurentis eyed Aria, Spencer, Emily and Hanna at their respective tables, greatly fascinated by them. They were all so different – Spencer, who was clearly going to be one of the brightest of their year; Aria, who was clearly the artistic and creative type; Hanna, the poor, chubby girl who was such a sweetheart to everyone, despite having insecurity written all over her; and finally Emily, who would clearly go to lengths to protect those she loved. Anyone who took a look at these four girls would never dream of putting them all in the same circle, but to Alison, they were perfect.