Ron dashed through the halls of the Department of Mysteries. He had been separated from the others some time ago, and he was beginning to panic. Death Eaters were pouring in from everywhere and he had no idea where to turn. His first instinct was to leave… but he couldn't leave Harry and the others behind.

A Death Eater jumped out at him, wand in hand, and Rob quickly moved to strike him down. The man crumbled at his feet and Rob, aware that more were after him, tore down the hallway.

He was beginning to become worried. He had not see any of the others in several minutes. If something happens to them. Any of them, he would not know what to do.

Screams were coming from another hallway, and Ron, almost immediately, tore down it. He found, rather quickly, that he had just walked right into a fight. Spells were flying overhead, and in a flash he had hit the wall, wand outstretched, trying to get the feel for the situation.

"Who's there?"

Ron knew that voice…

He ducked back behind the wall as a powerful curse soared by him. He gripped his wand and leapt out, blasting the Death eater who had done it in the face.

"Ron!"

Behind him, Sirius Black shot a powerful spell, catching the man's comrade off guard. He fell to the ground in a heap. Ron turned, opening his mouth to ask Sirius what was going on. But before he could speak, Sirius grabbed his shoulders.

"Where's Harry?" He demanded. "Is he alright?" Ron winced, trying to pull away, but Sirius only tightened his grip. "Answer me!"

"He… we were looking for you!" Ron told him, a little taken aback. Sirius was supposed to have been captured and under torture. Had he gotten away? He suddenly didn't look hurt.

Sirius cursed as he pushed himself away from him. "I was afraid of that." He said grimly, before taking off down the hall. Ron hesitated a little before following him down the hall.

Sirius seemed to know where he was going, which reassured Ron a little. The Order was here now. Everything was going to be fine.

Sirius did not speak to him as they ran down the hallway. He seemed grim and determined. Ron felt a little intimidated at the thought of speaking to him.

The sound of fighting hit their ears and they stopped, brandishing their wands. Sirius shot him a look. "If you want to hide, now's your chance."

Ron swallowed. "I'm… I'm fighting." He told him. "Just like I have been." Sirius looked at him intently for a moment, before nodding. "Good man." He said, before bursting open the door. Ron followed, wand raised.

It was pandemonium. A number of spells were flying all over the room, so many in fact that Ron could not tell who was fighting who. Sirius seemed to know instinctively. He leapt downward, cursing people left and right.

"Where is he?" He shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate. Ron took in a deep breath and followed him.

The Death Eaters were too preoccupied to pay him any mind. He helped series fire off spells in all directions, but his hand was shaking so badly none of them even came close to hitting their targets.

"HARRY!"

Sirius broke out into a charge across the room. Harry was kneeling on the ground, gasping for air. Sirius did not hesitate rushing across the battlefield to reach him. That made Ron feel braver. He steeled himself and followed behind him, firing off spells in random directions to keep the Death Eaters on their toes.

"Harry!"

Before Sirius could reach him, however, a bright green light soared by his head. Sirius ducked, barely avoiding the curse, as a tall, dark woman strode toward him.

"If it isn't my beloved cousin." Bellatrix Lestrange said seductively, as she ran her hands over her upper legs, up her thigh and then along her stomach. "It has been too long."

Sirius steeled himself. "Bellatrix." He snarled, as he raised his wand. "It has been too long." Bellatrix smiled at him as she bit down on the tip of her wand.

"Worried for the boy, are you?" She asked coyly. "It's your fault he's here, you know."

"Shut up."

Ron stepped up beside Sirius, his wand raised, but Sirius shook his head. "No, Ron." He said. "Look, leave the fighting to me… just get Harry out of here, alright?"

Ron almost felt like arguing, but he did as he was told. He wrapped his arm around Harry and lifted him upward. Harry stared at him. He looked worn out and exhausted. His broken glasses hung off his nose awkwardly, and his entire body smelled like blood and sweat.

"Mate you look like shit." Ron told him. Harry laughed hoarsely as he allowed himself to be supported by Ron.

"I am shit." He said, sounding morose. "Ron… this is all my fault."

"Don't say that." Ron said quickly. "Look, let's get out of here, alright?"

Sirius and Bellatrix were staring each other down. Bellatrix's eyes was staring right at them. Ron found himself seizing up.

"Mister Baby Potter isn't going anywhere." She said, in a high pitched, childish giggle. "The Dark Lord wants to see him personally…"

"Voldemort won't touch him!" Sirius snapped, as he raised his wand.

It was like nothing that Ron had ever seen. The two clashed among bright lights and colors. Powerful bursts of magic could be felt slamming into them, but neither seemed to be getting the upper hand.

"Come on." Ron cajoled, getting a hold of himself as he guided Harry away from the fight. "Let's find something safe-"

"No you don't!"

Bellatrix shot a spell at them. Ron cried out as the burst of red light came zooming at them. Ron closed his eyes as the flash of light fell down upon them.

Sirius leapt in from of them, blocking it. He grimaced at Bellatrix as he lowered his arm. "Don't touch him!" He roared at her. Bellatrix grinned widely.

"Awwww, is wittle Sirius upset that his Godson has a great, big, target on his forehead?"

Sirius' expression darkened.

"You know Bellatrix." He said softly, as he reached into his robe. "I don't think you got of bed with Voldemort this morning and thought to yourself that this would be the last day of your life."

Bellatrix laughed shrilly. "Are you trying to offend me?" She asked him. "You will have to do a lot better than that, Sirius."

"Perhaps…. This will do."

Sirius pulled out some kind of object from his robe and held it out to her, smiling smugly at her. Bellatrix's jaw fell open in surprise.

"W-what?" She stammered, clearly a little taken aback. "How- did you…?"

"I never lost it." Sirius said simply. "I never passed it on." His smile widened. "You've heard rumors of the Secret Weapon of the Order of the Phoenix. You're looking at him."

"Don't you dare!" Bellatrix screamed, as she raised his wand.

Sirius thrust the amulet in front of him. "Black Family Ranger…" He raised his wand and placed it horizontally into a small whole on the talisman.

A strange, black aura filled the air. The crowd fighting around them suddenly fell suddenly silent. Ron and Harry stood there, agape, at the figure standing before them.

Dressed in an immaculate black armor, intricately designed with the Black Family symbol, the man stood there, facing down Bellatrix Lestrange. She gaped at him, fear in her eyes.

"You-" Sirius jabbed his finger at her. "Are going to wish that you were never born a Black." Bellatrix's shocked expression suddenly turned to that of pure anger.

"You dare use our family's most sacred power against me?"

Bellatrix threw a curse at him. Sirius raised his hand and caught it in his hand. Crushing it.

"That's impossible.." Ron whispered, awed, as Sirius advanced on Bellatrix. The Power Rangers weren't actually real.. they were the stuff of legends.

"What just happened?" Harry asked, completely baffled.

"Sirirus… he's a Power Ranger."

Bellatrix took a step back, scowling. "Surround him!"

Immediately the Death Eaters apparated in a circle around Sirius. He turned in a circle, taking in all of their faces. The Members of the Order lowered their wands, watching.

"Hello Lucius." Sirius said. "And Goyle, and Crabbe…" He listed off several other names as he turned around. When he finished his circle he threw his arms upward. "Leave it to Voldemort to organize our Pureblood family reunion!"

Sirius did not seem at all intimidated by the circle of wands pointed straight at him. "I think you've heard these words before." Sirius said. "All of you."

He raised his hand, and a powerful burst of energy surrounded him. The Death Eaters screamed as the powerful force pushed them away from Sirius, sending them flying at all manner of angles.

"Go Go Power Rangers." Sirius said, as he turned to faced Bellatrix, who alone withstood the blast. She took a step back as Sirius advanced, punching his fist.

"You-"

She reached for her wrist and pushed the Dark Mark with her finger. Sirius snorted.

"Calling him, are you?" He asked. "Are you truly that frightened of me?"

"Your powers are nothing compared to those of the Dark Lord!" She snarled. "He will deal with you!"

"I look forward to it." Sirius said grimly. "We have a score to settle, he and I."

"What?" Harry asked, as he gripped Ron tighter. "What's a Power Ranger?"

"They're legendary heroes." Ron told him quietly, his eyes still on Sirius. "They've been around since before Hogwarts was even built. They fought against You-Know-Who last time… But I had no idea that Sirius was one!"

Harry stared at him, completely taken aback. "Neither… did I." He said, sounding amazed.

"The Dark Lord will stamp you out, Black!" Bellatrix crowed. "He will pry the Morpher from you cold dead hands, and grant it to someone far more worthy!"

"I'd like to see him try."

Sirius raised his hand again, and another powerful burst of magic burst forth, catching Bellatrix off guard. She screamed as a thousand invisible swords cut into her, all at once. Blood spewed out of her chest, neck, and stomach as she recoiled.

"You…" She spat, staring madly at her enemy. Sirius stood there, his hand outstretched.

"I'm taking you in." He said, as he clenched his fist. "You are too valuable to kill. I want the Ministry to have the chance to interrogate you."

Bellatrix laughed. "Take me in?" She repeated. "You-"

Before she could get all of the words out, Sirius suddenly leaned forward, clutching his chest.

"Ugh!"

For a brief moment, the armor faded, and they could make out the Sirius they knew standing there. And then, just as suddenly, it flickered back on.

Bellatrix's face lit up. "Ahhh…"

She stepped forward, now much more confident. "I see now why you did not come morphed." She said. "You cannot hold it any more, can you?"

Sirius grimaced as he stood up a little straighter. "I can still morph." He admitted. "But after my name was removed from the family tapestry I haven't been able to hold it." Bellatrix nodded, smiling.

"Ah, so that is why." She said. "The blood runs through your veins…. But you are not a true Black."

She smiled. "I suppose it is only fitting I take it from you today, then." She said. "Perhaps young Draco would find a better use for it…"

"Over my dead body."

"That's the idea."

Bellatrix waved her wand and another spell came towards him. Sirius blocked it again, grunting, as he slid backwards. As the spell disappeared so did the Morph.

"Damn…"

Bellatrix spread her arms wide. "What's the matter, Sirius?" She crowed. "Getting OLD?"

The Order came to their senses. They came thundering towards them, weapons raised.

"Sirius, back down." Moody told him sharply. "You'll die if you keep trying to force it."

"Dammit…" Sirius said again, as the Morph dropped.

"Not saying you didn't help though, lad." Moody amended quickly, his eye focused on Bellatrix with intense dislike. "A Power Ranger was just the edge we needed."

Sirius nodded, looked exhausted, as he kneeled down on the ground. The Morpher held tightly in his hand.

"We will get what we came for!" Bellatrix cried, as she waved her wand. "Accio Prophecy!"

Nothing happened. She frowned, waving her wand again.

"Accio Prophecy!"

Nothing happened.

"Accio Prophecy, Accio Prophecy!"

Harry chuckled.

"That thing…?" He asked weakly. "It smashed on the stairs. Oops."

Bellatrix's eyes widened.

"YOU LIE."

She raised her wand. "Accio!"

"Save your breath." Harry told her weakly. "It's gone."

"No…" Bellatrix now looked even more horrified. "Master… Please, forgive me!"

Despite everything, Harry gave a short laugh. "Oh, give it a rest. He can't hear you-"

"Oh, can't I Potter?"

The entire room froze as a bright, black flame appeared in the room. It hung over Bellatrix like a cross in a church. A figure slowly stepped out of it.

Harry froze. "You-"

It was Voldemort. Standing over six and a half feet tall, he towered over every member of the Order. His skin was a smooth, pale color. The red eyes were cat like slits. Draped around his shoulders was a massive snake. The same Snake, Harry realized immediately, that he had sent to attack Mr. Weasley.

The Lord Voldemort took a step forward, behind Bellatrix, his bare feet clicking along the ground.

"I do not tolerate failure, Bellatrix." He told her softly, as he ran long, spindly fingers through her hair. "You will have a lot to answer for once we return." He whispered. "But perhaps we can make something of your failure."

Bellatrix said nothing. As Voldemort turned into smoke and passed through her, appearing in solid form again in front of her.

"My friends." Voldemort said, spreading his arms wide. "I welcome you to My Ministry." His eyes flickered to Sirius. "If you do not wish to die, you will hand over the Black Family Morpher."

Harry was the first to answer. "No!"

"Ah, Harry Harry…" Voldemort said wistfully. "I always value your bravery…. But please, show some patience. This particular matter does not concern you."

Harry grimaced as Voldemort advanced, wand in hand. The Order members raised their wands against him.

"You truly believe you can stand against me?" Voldemort asked, as he gently moved his wand back and forth. "Very well. Let us duel."

It was over before it even began. Moody gasped as his the large eye in his socket turned into a snake, which leapt out of his socket to bite his neck. Tonks cried out as she was slammed upward, into the ceiling.

"Sirius! Don't let him have it!"

Sirius growled at Voldemort as he raised the morpher again. "Black Family-"

Voldemort struck him. He cried out as the Morpher clattered to the floor at his feet. He staggered backward, before falling to the ground.

"No!"
Harry pushed himself away from Ron as he rushed towards Sirius. Voldemort smiled at he raised his wand-"

"Harry, look out!"

Ron raised his wand and shot off a curse at Voldemort. He blocked it effortlessly, his red eyes flitting towards Ron. He gulped, shaking under his glare. He had just tried to curse You-Know-Who.

"And you are?" Voldemort inquired, sounding genuinely interested. "My apologies, but I do not believe we are acquainted…"

He reached out an open palm to Ron, his expression unreadable as Harry knelt over Sirius.

"S-Sirius…"

"I'm fine." He gasped, as he clutched Harry's arm. "Harry, the MORPHER. He can't have the-"

"I will have it." Voldemort said, as he turned away from Ron, his wand waving. "Accio…"

It did not move. Voldemort stared at it.

"Ah." He said. "It is enchanted to not respond. I see."

He advanced towards them. Sirius grimaced as he pushed himself backward with his feet, his hand falling down over the Morpher.

"Do not make this difficult for yourself, Sirius Black." Voldemort said quietly. "Do not make your inevitable death even more painful."

He fingered his wand, his gaze falling over Harry. "Perhaps Potter would enjoy a little kiss from Nagini?"

The giant snake wrapped around his shoulders perked up, swaying back and forth on his shoulders. Harry stared at it.

"Harry!"

And Ron was there standing behind them, his shaking arm outstretched towards Voldemort. The Dark Wizard stared down at him coolly.

"You are a Weasley." He said slowly, his eyes flickering up to Ronald's red hair. "There is no need for pure blood to be spilt. I will give you one last chance to step aside."

Ron's answer came immediately. "No!"

Sirius turned to face him, his eyes wide. He gripped the morpher in his hand.

"Very well." Voldemrot said coolly, as he raised his wand.

"Ron!" Sirius shouted, as he threw his hand upward. Ron, surprised, reached out and grabbed the object in his hands.

A strange sense of power welled up in his hand. He gripped it tightly in his hand, raising his hand. In that moment, he knew what he had to do.

"Black Family Ranger! Ha!"

Time seemed to stop. Ron could feel an intense aura of energy surrounding him. He closed his eyes, as a pure black veil descended upon him and covered his entire body. He stared forward as the veil pulled away, revealing the pure black armor of the black ranger.

The veil hovered above his head like a Halo before slowly descending, covering his face entirely. When it pulled away his head was completely obscured by a black helmet.

He struck a pose as time returned to normal. The fighters stared at him, open mouthed as Ron faced down.

"The Black Ranger… Ron Weasley!" Ron shouted. He did not know what had come over him. But he suddenly felt stronger. More confident. More… powerful.

Voldemort lowered his wand, staring down at him, sizing him up. "Ron Weasley." He repeated. "I will be sure to remember that when it comes time to carve your name on your tombstones.

Ron gave him a thumbs up, flexing. "You will not get the chance!" He proclaimed. "You would have to kill me first."

He stepped in front of the others, shielding them from him. Voldemort stared him down.

"You are not the boy you were before." He said slowly. "So it is true. The Powers do change those who use them…"

"The only thing that's changed." Ron told him, as he raised his finger and shoved it at where Voldemort's nose should have been. "Is that I have the power to defeat you."

"You overestimate yourself." Voldemort said, amused, as he brought down his wand. Ron screamed as bright, intense sparks burst out from his armor, sending him taking several steps backward, tripping over Harry and Sirius behind him.

Voldemort stepped around Harry and Sirius, his wand raised, as Ron scrambled to his feet.

"You have power yes." Voldemort said patiently. 'But no capacity to understand or use it. Observe."

Ron's legs suddenly snapped together, causing him to once again lose his balance. Voldemort brought down his wand again, causing more sparks to burst forth from him.

"Ron!" Harry screamed, sounding horrified. Voldemort chuckled.

"Not to worry, not to worry." Voldemort told him. "He will not be a Power Ranger long…"

"STOP!"

Voldemort froze. He turned around to face with Albus Dumbledore. At his side was Neville Longbottom, looking extremely nervous.

"Dumbledore." Voldemort almost purred, as he turned to face him, leaving Ron struggling behind him. "You have come in person…."

"I have indeed Tom." Dumbledore said gravely. His eyes flickered over to Harry, Sirius, and then finally on the Black Power Ranger lying on the ground. "I'm afraid you must be stopped."

Voldemort smiled, as he brandished his wand. "Stopped?" He asked. "I have not even begun…"

He whirled on Sirius and raised his wand. "Avada-"

"No!"

Ron lurched forward and punched at Voldemort's leg. He stepped backward, infuriated, and stamped his foot down on Ron's arm. He cried out in pain as sparks burst from the suit.

"Leave the Black Ranger be!" Dumbledore said, his anger flaring, as he advanced upon Voldemort.

Voldemort spun around, his eyes flickering over the battlefield. None of his death Eaters were in any fighting condition. Yet the Order was beginning to get to their feet.

"For now." Voldemort hissed, as he turned around in place. "I shall."

And then he was gone.

…

It was all over the papers.

"Mysterious break in at the Ministry?" Hermione asked, outraged, as she berused the Daily Prophet, her breakfast sitting by her infirmary bed, completely untouched. "We have no leads…? Sirius Black involvement? Dumbledore is to blame…?"

She let out an exasperated sigh and threw the paper across the room. It smacked a nearby Dolores Umbridge in the head, and she let out a nervous sounding squeak at the unexpected contact.

"How can they still pretend that he's not back?" Hermione asked them. "How could they?" Ron had never seen her so angry.

They all had been quite beaten apart when their little escapade at the Ministry was all said and done. Harry and the girls had gotten by far the worst of it. In comparison he and Neville had gotten off rather scot free. He felt a little guilty, coming up here to the infirmary to visit every day, but Hermione was quick to shut him down, reminding him that he couldn't have protected her from all of those Death Eaters.

Whenever that happened, he fingered the Morpher in his pocket. He should have been able to protect her.

"I'm not so sure about that…" Neville piped in. "Plenty of people are talking… the papers and Ministry aren't acknowledging it, but… well, people are starting to notice bad signs." He looked a little green. "A Power Ranger being there doesn't look good."

"Power Ranger?" Hermione sniffed. "There is no such thing, Neville."

"Actually…"

Luna was always quick to contradict Hermione whenever the conversation turned in this direction. "Power Rangers only appear during times of world threatening strife." She said. "They have a history all over the world, not just Hogwarts. There's a team of them active in an American city called Angel Grove right now."

Hermione snorted, but did not try to argue. Ron watched them, his mind racing with thoughts about that day.

He had been surprised. Harry had come to him after they had returned to the castle and let him know that Dumbledore wanted to speak with him. Ron stared at him.

"With me?" He repeated. "For what?"

"Dunno."

Ron, for the first time in his life, went up to the Headmaster's quarters on his own. He found himself extremely nervous as he stepped into the office.

"It is polite to knock, Mr. Weasley…"

"Oh, I'm sorry Professor."

He stood awkwardly at the front of the room, unsure of what to do next. Dumbledore smiled at him warmly.

"There is no need to be worried, Mr. Weasley." He said gently. "Please… have a seat."

He sat in the small, wooden chair in front of the desk and stared at him. Dumbledore stared back, his hands folded in front of his chest.

"Harry wasn't happy." Ron told him. He wasn't sure why he was telling him this. Dumbledore nodded sagely.

"Yes, he told he as much." He said. "Voldemort took advantage of him… and in doing so, nearly cost him two of the most valuable people in his life. Sirius Black, his Godfather… and you."

Ron almost flushed with embarrassment.

"Before I discuss other matters, I would like to ask you to please be there for Harry in this trying time. He needs you and Miss Granger now more than ever."

He didn't need to be told that. But he nodded anyway. Dumbledore smiled at him again before continuing.

"Unfortunately we have very serious mattes to discuss, Mr. Weasley." He said. "Regarding your recent transformation."

Ron froze, looking a little bit guilty. Dumbledore shook his head.

"There is nothing to be concerned about." He said. "I merely wish to talk to you about the nature of the Power you have inherited… the legacy of Power." Ron, on instinct, pulled out the Morpher and toyed with it in his hands. Dumbledore stared at it, taking it in.

"Inherited?" Ron asked, his brow furrowed. "Aren't Rangers… chosen…?"

"Indeed."

Dumbledore gestured a hand towards the sorting hat sitting on his desk. "Traditionally speaking there are Five Hogwarts Rangers. The Red Gryffindor Ranger, The Blue Ravenclaw Ranger, the Yellow Hufflepuff Ranger, the Green Slytherin Ranger, and the Pink Muggle Ranger. The Four Hogwarts Founders utilized these powers to defeat a great monster that once stood on this spot. With the aid of an ordinary muggle woman, they managed to destroy the monster Hogwartsia and establish this school. Over the generations the powers have been passed down through the generations and used only in time of great need."

Ron was frowning. "Uh, Professor, but my Morpher is Black… is something wrong with it?"

Dumbledore laughed. "No, no Mr. Weasley." He assured him. "Your morpher is functioning exactly as it was intended to. You see, the Black Ranger Morpher is different than the traditional five. It is a sixth that was created by a wizard from a foreign land who wished to aid Hogwarts in a time of need. It has been passed down through the Black Family line since."

"The… sixth Ranger…?" Ron repeated.

'It is different than the other Morphers." Dumbledore told him. "It is passed down through a single family as opposed to being handed out through the traditional method…"

He set his hand on the sorting hat, giving Ron a look.

"As you are related to the Blacks, you were able to Morph and stave off Voldemort… if only for a while. You should be proud."

Ron felt a little awkward. "It… wasn't that special." He tried to protest weakly. "I… I didn't know what I was doing! I didn't even SCRATCH him."

"Yet you still saved Harry and Sirius' lives." Dumbledore reminded him gently. "Do not undersell your own accomplishments, Mr. Weasley.

He did not know what to say.

"Being a Power Ranger is a very great responsibility." Dumbledore told him. "I will not lie to you. It is very dangerous, and very taxing. But I fear that the time has come again for the Power Rangers to return…"

He smiled at Ron.

"But that day does not need to come today." He said. "Voldemort is lying low at the moment, and will not strike for quite some time. I would suggest enjoying some time with your friends, Mr. Weasley…"

He coughed. "Ah, and one last thing…? Please don't tell anyone about your new Powers. At least, not yet."

He had done as he was asked. He offered no opinion whenever Hermione grilled him to know what he thought of the Power Rangers.

"Honestly Ronald." She sniffed. "You're NEVER this quiet."

He didn't even acknowledge her. He was staring out of the infirmary window. Hermione sighed, but let the matter drop.

…

Bellatrix kneeled before her Master's feet, her head bent. Severus Snape was standing before the Dark Lord, answering all of his questions.

"I see…."

Voldemort stroked Nagini's head thoughtfully as he took in Severus' reports of Dumbledore's actions. The movements of the Order of the Phoenix, the current state of the Ministry, the increased pressure on Dumbledore to be forced out of Hogwarts and replaced with Dolores Umbridge… and the current state of the Power Rangers.

"He has decided that he will Sort them then?"

"Once they are all well…" Severus answered. "He will Sort them."

"I see." Voldemort repeated. "I regret to hear that we must do battle with the Power Rangers once again…" He sounded somewhat bitter and annoyed by this news. "The Five Hogwarts Rangers… does Dumbledore know who will be chosen?"

"Not yet." Snape replied. "But I think he suspects."

Voldemort sat and thought, stroking Nagini's head lovingly. "Until then Mr. Ron Weasley is the only active Power Ranger at Hogwarts…." He murmured. "Harry Potter's closest friend has become my greatest enemy."

"Not active." Snape corrected him. "Dumbledore has asked him to wait until the sorting before taking up arms.."

"But that will happen." Voldemort said slowly. "There will come a time when Ron Weasley charges against us with the full force of the Black Family behind him. He is truly an enemy to be feared. I must ask you to express caution, Severus…"

"I will, my Lord."

When Snape left them, Bellatrix was left alone in the room with Voldemort.

"Who would have thought, Bellatrix?" He asked. "Who would have thought that Young Mr. Weasley could have become such a threat to me?"

His eyes fell on the bright green morpher on her wrist. "But then again, the Magic of the Power Rangers is very great indeed…"

….

A/N

Whew! That was fun! I've been wanting to finish that for what feels like forever!

This idea has been in the works since the Power Rangers movie came out. I came up with this idea of a Power Rangers season taking place in the Harry Potter universe. So I came up with these very Power Rangers esque plotlines and characterizations for all of these classic characters. The plan, at least as it stands now, is to create an entire 'season' with this premise. So every chapter will be like an episode of the show. I'm pretty excited about all the plotlines I have in mind for this… particularly for the sorting next chapter!
I really hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.