My Name Is Harry Potter
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Chapter 1 - Return To Hogwarts
Its September 1st. The first day of a new year in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The great hall was filled with students waiting for the sorting to start, and end so that they can have dinner and get to beds. The whole school was tense too. The events of the last week in the previous term just before the summer holidays was pretty bizarre. No one knew the whole truth of what happened at the end of the triwizard tournament except that the Boy - Who - Lived returned out of the maze with the dead body of the other Hogwarts champion Cedric Diggory. No explanation was given other than that apparently You - Know - Who was back, as in alive, and he was the one responsible for Cedric's death.
The Boy - Who - Lived wasn't seen since the time of his arrival from the maze until today. And to add to that, there was the story that Professor Moody wasn't really him but an impostor, someone who is supposed to be dead for more than 10 years, Barty Crouch Jr.
And then there were all the articles in The Daily Prophet for the last 2 months. They painted a picture of Dumbledore going senile in his old age, and portrayed Christopher Potter as an attention seeking brat who is making up stories of return of The Dark Lord, to gain attention to himself. According to the newspaper, Cedric Diggory died in an accident during the tournament and the impersonation of Mad Eye was the work of a lunatic trying to get close to the Boy - Who - Lived to avenge his masters death.
As a result of all of this the student population as a whole is tensed. The Hufflepuff table was rather subdued, owing to the fact that they have lost a student, their most charismatic student and a very loyal friend. In fact the majority of the student population was rather subdued compared to their previous years. Except for the Slytherins that is. That is one house that is boisterous and loud.
The staff table too was rather subdued at the moment. At the centre of the table sat the Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry Albus Dumbledore. He seemed to have aged 10 years in the last few months. The resurrection of Voldemort, along with Cornelius refusal to acknowledge it was stressing him. He reinstated the Order Of The Phoenix, his secret group of resistance against the Dark Lord, as soon as he heard of the news that the Dark Lord has resurfaced. He trusted Christopher and also checked his memories as soon as the boy was capable of talking coherently. He looked out at the students. They all looked so innocent, so unburdened. If only they knew of the war lying ahead. And then there was the ministry interference in the way of school management this year. He only hoped that it wouldn't affect the children. Dumbledore looked down the Gryffindor table where Christopher sat with his friends Ronald Weasley and Ginerva Weasley. He seemed to return to normal compared to the end of the last term, or as normal as one can be with the burden of his destiny.
On the left side of the Headmaster was a seat empty for the Deputy Headmistress Minerva Mcgonagall. Beyond that sat Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick, Severus Snape, Sybill Trelawney, and Rubeus Hagrid. On the right side of the Headmaster sat a woman with a pink dress and was wearing a pink cardigan. She looked like a toad. Beyond her sat Lily Potter, James Potter, Batsheda Babbling, Aurora Sinistra and Remus Lupin.
The doors of the great hall opened and in came Professor Mcgonagall, along with the first year students following behind her, in a single line. She stopped them just in front of the head table and facing all the four house tables. She then recovered an old worn hat and placed it on the stool in front of the new students. The hat opened up and started to sing
In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor,
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But the discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
And they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you..
Let the sorting now begin
There was a muted applause to the conclusion of the sorting hat's song, everyone immediately discussing among themselves what the meaning of the warning of the sorting hat must be? And why it is warning them now? It seemed bizarre that a sorting hat is talking of perils and enemies. Professor McGonagall gave the students of all houses a withering look, that immediately quieted down the hall, and looked down to the list of first year students names in her hands and called out the first name
ʹAbercrombie, Euan.ʹ
A terrified little boy moved forward to the stool and sat down, while the Professor placed the hat over his head. The hat considered the boy for 15 seconds before it shouted Gryffindor. The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers. Slowly the students started dwindling as they were sorted into their respected houses. Finally, ʹZeller, Roseʹ was Sorted into Hufflepuff, and Professor McGonagall banished the hat and stool to their places in the castle as Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet.
"Welcome to all our new students, and for those who have returned back for another year, welcome back. Let the feast begin" with that Dumbledore sat down and entered into a conversation with the pinkly dressed woman sitting beside him.
All the house tables were suddenly filled with food, of all kinds. The students started digging into the food enthusiastically, various discussions breaking up between them, but mostly concentrated on the hat's warning and speculations of who the new defence instructor would be. As the feast began to end and the food disappeared Professor Dumbledore raised to his feet once again "Now that we are all properly watered and fed, There are a few start of the term notices that i would like to inform you. First‐years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out‐of‐bounds to students ‐ and a few of our older students ought to know by now, too. Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four‐hundred‐ and‐sixty‐second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr Filchʹs office door. We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Remus Lupin who will be taking over the class of arithimancy as Professor Vector retired for personal reasons. We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Now, the Professor would like to speak a few words with you so please pay careful attention." With that Dumbledore returned to his seat while Umbridge came around to stand infront of the Head table. "Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome." "Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say! And to see such happy little faces looking up at me!" She smiled revealing very pointy teeth. "The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them tor ever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching. Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progressʹs sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation..." All the students started tuning her out by now, except for certain Ravenclaws and one Gryffindor girl. The staff were paying her undivided attention however. "...because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognised as errors of judgement. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited." When she ended her speech, only few members , Dumbledore being the first, clapped.
Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet again. "Thank you very much Professor for that very enlightening speech. Now about Quidditch tryouts..." Right then the double doors of the great hall opened making thunderous noise and in the entrance stood a stranger. He was about 5 feet 8 inches tall and was wearing a black colour cloak with silver linings, and boots that seemed to be made of Basilisk hide. He strode into the hall with a determined stride coming to halt right in front of the head table. His face was covered partially with a hood. The whole hall quieted down, vary of the stranger and also curious at the same time.
Dumbledore looked down at the man, who was now standing directly in front of him. He appeared to be quiet young though his face was covered with a hood. He summoned his wand into his right hand before asking the stranger, "Who are you, young man?"
The stranger lifted his head fractionally to meet Dumbledore's eyes before replying, " I am the new transfer student who applied to be transferred to Hogwarts. My mentor said you would be made aware of my transfer and my arrival today."
'Oh, yeah. Nicholas Flamel did mention about a boy who needed to be transferred to Hogwarts, about two weeks ago. He said something about the boy, but I was busy with the Order business and agreed to the transfer, especially because he vouched personally for the boy. Now what did he say was the boy's name?' Were the thoughts running in the head of Albus Dumbledore.
"Pardon me, my boy. It has completely slipped my mind. Now, what is your name?" Asked Dumbledore of the strange young boy.
The stranger lowered his hood, revealing a boy of about 15 - 16 years of age probably. He had jet black hair that stood up in various angles as if he had just flown all the way to Hogwarts from where ever he came. His face was pale and he had wire rimmed glasses on his face, and a lighting bolt scar on his forehead. But the most startling feature was his brilliant emerald green eyes, which looked straight into the blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore, before the boy replied
" MY NAME IS HARRY POTTER"
A/N : Well do you like it? Please review if you do like it. The more reviews I get, the faster I update. Infact the next chapter will be up as soon as I hit 10 reviews. Please please review.
Any guesses on the Gryffindor girl who pays attention to Umbridge's speech?
I have borrowed the sorting hat song and Umbridge speech direct from the Harry Potter And The Order Of Phoenix.