Title: "something about ambition"

a.k.a. Sneaky Slytherin Utoniums

Summary: In which I sort the powerpuff girls into their Hogwarts house, and compare them to the Black sisters.

Pairings: Blues / none

Warnings Include: Some out-of-character-ness and some other things...

"Please come forward when I call your name." The woman, Professor Bellum, tells them.

Blossom didn't really know what to think of her much. Sarah Bellum is the head of House Slytherin; ambitious, cunning, and resourceful. That's not necessarily what everyone associates the house with, though, even after a whole hundred years or so post-Voldemort.

Professor Keane, on the other hand, looks so much more welcoming, Head of Hufflepuff, she is. There's also Professor Malfoy of Gryffindor, a half-blood modern version of the famous Scorpius Malfoy. And lastly, Ravenclaw's Head of House, Professor Dash- known everywhere for having a pegasus animagus form.

If she would be a Gryffindor, she'd be talking of her wonder instead of planning and plotting. If she would be a Hufflepuff, she'd be making friends instead of stepping back to observe. If she would be a Ravenclaw, she'd be spouting information not judging them.

Blossom doesn't consider herself a golden Hermione Granger, doesn't compare to a valor Susan Bones, isn't as wise as Luna Lovegood. She's an Andromeda Tonks who is quiet, who plots and plans, who conquers, who examines risks and can be bitingly harsh if so required. She's a Slytherin. A determined individual who follows every step of the recipe, self-made or no- not a quick thinker like Buttercup, not a creative thinker like Bubbles, Blossom doesn't do improv. What she does is find the solution, tear it apart, figure out a way to solve it better and either share the better solution with her sisters or keep it for herself. Like that one infamous Slytherin Headmaster.

She's a loophole finder- not a rule breaker like Buttercup, definitely far from a virtuous follower like Bubbles. A logical person, not physical or emotional.

She is Blossom, The 'Ice Queen' Blossom- emphasis on Queen. Calm, Cold, Collected.

The first Utonium Slytherin. Her father Jonathan, her uncle Eugene, her grandfather Eric, and her great grandfather Kenneth- all of them Gryffindors before her.

"Utonium, Blossom"

She braces herself to make history.

So with her head held high, and her pink eyes staring straight in order to not give anything away, the ingenious eleven year old sits herself down onto the stool.

She and Bubbles try to keep their smiles on their faces even if they're thoroughly shocked by the hat's announcement of Blossom's permanent placement in Slytherin. Sure, they were technically just a quarter un-pure, but they were also American immigrants who don't have a lot of connections. Hopefully this doesn't hinder their sister's social life- Blossom have had experience with bullies before, mostly from their muggle school due to her magical pink eyes.

"Utonium, Bubbles"

Buttercup holds her breath. Despite having teased Bubbles about it before, she sincerely does secretly know Bubbles is Gryffindor material. Wouldn't it be horrid, though? If all three of them were in separate houses?

"Hufflepuff!"

She looks at her little sister with an encouraging smile, nods once. Bubbles returns this nod before her gaze, Buttercup assumes, is drawn to their older sister.

"Utonium, Buttercup"

'Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin'

The ravenette suddenly finds herself chanting.

'Are you sure, Buttercup Utonium? You have the makings of a great Gryffindor, you know your mind reminds me of another short-tempered, passionate Gryffindor...'

'I'm sure, Mister Hat'

'Alright then, better be...'

"Slytherin!"

At first, Bubbles didn't know how much Buttercup's rash decision to join Blossom in Slytherin indirectly has such a big impact on the way people see her.

And then eventually she knew.

It took until fifth year but she knew.

If Bubbles stopped wearing her hair in pigtails, the people probably would be reminded that they're triplets. That's just it though, they were triplets, and they were of same height, same facial structure. same body structure, same shoe size, bleedin' same bloody everything! If her pigtails are what makes her a separate entity from them, then all the better.

Why did Buttercup have to grow her hair anyways? And why did Blossom stop wearing her red bow? not that Bubbles liked that bow much, she believes the bow clashes with her sister's green and silver ensemble quite horribly.

The Utonium Twins, they call them- and their little sister. The Blonde Utonium. Pureblood Americans.

She could have told anyone that their mother is a half blood but what business is it of theirs? Let them assume what they want, and let her dear sisters have peace.

Let them praise her older sisters for being prodigious experts in Potions and Defense respectively. As well as in Parry club, and Duelling club. Bubbles outshines them both in Charms and Choir, so there's that; but Blossom will always come with a fencing gear on Saturday breakfasts, while Buttercup can be found with a questionable book. Bubbles carries an extra weight too, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Everything is perfect.

Until the Triwizard Tournament.

They were in their sixth year, and only the seventh years were allowed to compete.

So how did they end up here?

"Who could've entered your name?" She asks worriedly

"Dad and Uncle Hugh will fix this, Bubbs. Don't worry." Buttercup attempts to comfort her.

"But I'm not worried, girls... I mean, don't you believe I'll make it out alive even if I don't win?" Bubbles tells them, pure precious princess that she is.

"Of course you'll make it out alive. We'll make sure you do, and whoever did this is going to pay." She, Blossom, vows. The glint in her eyes promises pain to whomever caused this.

At the back of her mind, a little voice reminds her that Bubbles is more than capable at Charms. And what is the Triwizard cup if not spelled with a shit load of charms?

She's a Gryffindor in Slytherin's clothing. Or so she was until six bleeding years of living with snakes eventually made her hone an inner Severus Snape. Wait, no, that's an unfitting comparison. Let's go with inner Narcissa Malfoy instead, yeah? Yeah, so.

She learned to adapt. She learned to recognize silent power moves, shows of higher authority, and bitter-salty vengeance. She also learned to recognize that when snakes want to prove themselves, they don't hesitate to go big. Snakes were dramatic like that, it's part of their regal appeal.

Being a Slytherin for so long now, she couldn't help but let out that one burst of Gryffindor-act by suddenly sneaking into the infirmary after the first task.

"Figured out your flower yet?" She asks in her raspy and feminine voice.

Bubbles shots up, obviously in pain, still, after climbing a bunch of giant living vines. Even if the vines were slanted, they all had to hug it and climb anyways after passing the twenty feet mark. The vines just get more and more bothersome the closer to fifty feet high the competitors get. There's a big difference between Jack and the Beanstalk, and The Triwizard Champions and the Overgrown Irritable Vines.

"Not yet. Honestly Buttercup, I haven't even looked at it after grabbing it. Did daddy stop suspecting Master Hardy yet?"

Who? Oh yeah, the blonde man from California with a ponytail and glasses. He always has one too many buttons unbuttoned.

"What do you think, dear sister?" Buttercup asks

Bubbles shrugs. The older sister laughs. She leans down to be face to face with her sister, showing those pearly whites as she smiles like a shark about to feast on its prey.

"Dear dear dearest sister... You might've fooled Blossom so easily but not me. I know for certain that you've put your own name in the cup. Trust that I am the one sister between us three with the most connection in all four houses of Hogwarts. It just so happens that our two houses inhabit a dungeon that's only got the one staircase going up... Care to tell me what you're trying to prove? Or shall I figure it out for myself?"

Buttercup hears her little sister swallow audibly before stepping back. The blonde responds once Buttercup gives her back her personal space; "I don't know what you're talking about, Buttercup. Now, if it's all the same to you, I'd really like to return to my sleep."

Buttercup crosses her arms, tilts her head up, looks down at Bubbles before turning to leave, knowing her youngest sister wouldn't dare hurt her. She does murmur one last thing before she left; "If you believe the consequences to be worth the risks, then you did right by doing it anyways."

She replays the memory of that talk, shows it to Blossom via pensieve the next day and they conclude that Bubbles really did put her own name in the cup.

If the blonde is nervous enough not to recognize Buttercup's bluff, then the blonde sister is guilty. Were she not guilty, she wouldn't have dismissed Buttercup like so; Bubbles is simple like that, fortunately.

Blossom decides she'll have to watch Bubbles more carefully now. Bellatrix Black has always been one to watch, Bellatrix Lestrange was even more so.

She didn't win first place- not because that would be too suspicious, but because she's tired and learnt her lesson. She won second place. People could theorize about how her older sisters would've won the whole shebang but at this point she didn't care anymore.

She's eighty thousand golden galleons richer, and she's got a boyfriend out of the deal too. Boomer Jojo, one of the Ilvermorny Champion's brother.

In the end it was the Russian, Alexei Solomon from Koldovstoretz that won the tournament, with Brick Jojo still suffering a blow to his ego for coming in last- at least he was alive and relatively unscathed, though.

The horror from finding out that the marks from the fish-leech hybrids aren't going anywhere makes her regretful enough to, one day, jokingly say to Buttercup;

"Y'know what? Everything I've learned from that crazy phase made me realize that the risks I took are all worth it. Still, it would've been nice if I could walk down the aisle wearing that pretty blue dress instead of this white one."

After all, who wanted to get married but couldn't wear a slit-gown because she's permanently covered in hickeys from the waist down?

A/N: I don't really know how a sisterhood works because obviously I have no sisters/siblings aside from that one older brother that I have. Still, I'll give you (guest reviewer) what you wanted. Thanks to everyone else for reading, I guess?