DISCLAIMER: The following story is set during the book "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire", by Joanne Rowling. The setting, characters and background plot are all properties of J.K. Rowling and as such I cannot claim that any of the following story is truly my own, except the plot, some of the beasties and Penny Riven. I do not intend to profit from this story and am writing it purely for recreational purposes. I thank yow.
Conspiracy Theories.
The Sorting Hat had finished it's initiation ceremony for another year. Surprising to finally meet another Potter, it thought. Albus Dumbledore carried the Sorting Hat back to his office and placed it in its place to rest for another year.
Dumbledore was a kind and honest wizard, the Sorting Hat reflected. Dumbledore was a clever and rightly suspicious Wizard, but he did had a blindspot for objects and friends he had become comfortable around. The Sorting Hat was both, and at midnight that night, had composed it's verbal report for the Ministry of Magic.
Deep in the heart of the Ministry of Magic, a many faced daemon sat patiently upon its malformed altar. It had numerous heads and many elongated limbs. Small portals of blue-grey light flicked on and off around it, and a head or arm noted each transmission and with a spare set of talons, transcribed the messages into glowing runic script.
The Sorting Hat sent it's message, detailing the ambitions, fears and inner thoughts of each of its new students. The Daemon dully noted they in its runes and proceeded to its next message.
The scripts were gathered daily by blindfolded clerks, who stored them in large walls of caskets, sealed by yet more runes of power.
Up in his office, the Minister for Magic Counter-Incursion finished the report of an isolated magical attack resulting in two muggle deaths and five injuries in a busy shopping precinct.
Teams of his agents had limited most of the paranormal damage and his media contacts had bought the line about it being another pre-Christmas terrorist strike by Northern Ireland hardliners. His work done for the day, he left a message on the Prime Minister's voicemail, left the office through the four security stations and returned home to his muggle wife and son for a well earned rest.