When Voldemort had Cedric Diggory killed, he said this: kill the spare.

Hannah heard it whispered in the hallways, too, right behind ‘sheep’ and ‘not smart not brave not cunning’ and simply ‘Puff’. Potions with Snape was always a treat. He hated Harry Potter, but the black and yellow only earned his disdain. But even Flitwick sometimes sighed when Justin Finch-Fletchey just couldn’t quite figure out a charm.

And Hannah, in a quiet, accustomed, burning way, fumed. We are not spare parts.

You think we’re your cast offs. You think we’re the kids no other House wanted to take.

Well, here’s a clue for you, suckers. This is a story about choice. The wand chooses the wizard but the wizard chooses the House. When that Hat goes on your head, it doesn’t forbid you things, it offers them to you.

We are not your castoffs. We’re just the kids who didn’t choose you.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2089398, ‘naive: in defense of hannah abbott’ by dirgewithoutmusic, aka ink-splotch
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