A/N- I do not known Harry Potter, I simply mess with the story for my own enjoyment. Please remember that this is a writing in progress.

Up in the Scottish highlands, hidden by many wards was Hogwarts. In his office Albus Dumbledore paced, whilst his pheonix Fawkes sat on Professor McGonagall's shoulders. As shown by the boy's actions, Harry Potter is becoming a loose cannon whilst he is only a weapon it won't do for him to get out of control before I can use him to defeat Voldemort and take my rightful place over all the Wizarding World. Dumbledore thought to himself, perhaps? Yes!

'Sorting Hat.' Dumbledore called, the hat as it was nearly the end of August had woken up from his usual trance and was as he had for hundreds of years watched as Hogwarts prepared for he students.

'Yes Headmaster.' Replied the Sorting Hat.

'Did you not say that many students seem ill fitted in thier houses last year?' Dumbledore asked, if the hat agrees perhaps a spell in Slytherin will make Potter more controllable.

'I had noticed such a trend and as always Hogwarts and I ask for you to re-instate the fourth year resorting ceremony, although it would be benifical for all students, Fourth year and up to be resorted as well.' Answered the Hat and as he said these words he immiadatly thought of young Mr Potter, for many years he had regretted being influenced by the Headmaster to place the boy in Gryffindor.

'Very well,' said Dumbledore, 'the fourth year resorting is re-instated and all above Third year shall be resorted.'

'What! Albus you don't really mean to go through with this, you have been against the resorting policy for years.' McGonagall argued he is up to something she thought, perhaps it is best if I have a quiet word with Severus, Merlin knows what the Headmaster is up too now.

* * * Girl Of Fire * * *

September the first rolled around finally, Harry under his invisability cloak had boarded the Hogwarts Express. Battered and bruised he looked more like an escapee from Azkaban than the Boy-Who-Lived, however during the last month he had sworn to himself that he would do whatever it takes to destroy Voldemort, neutralise Dumbledore and his band of fried chickens and then finally he Harry James Potter would be free to live his life how he wanted.

Harry sat in the furthest rear compartment, traditionally this was Slytherin terriotory but even so five years at school with the Gryffindor Golden boy had taught the Slytherins that when angered Harry Potter could be scarier than the Dark Lord, so they would not disturb him. Another advantage of the compartment ment that he could avoid the other two thirds of the 'Golden Trio'. As Harry sat there he pondered, How in the name of Merlin am I going to get hold of my school supplies, hell I don't even know what supplies i'm supposed to have, Uncle Vernon shot any owls even flying over the house. I never got any letters, not one. And my dear Uncle also burnt my trunk, so no robes or anything. Thankfully I hid my wand and Invisability Cloak under the floorboard in Dudley's second bedroom before I was chucked out of it.

Time passed quickly and before he knew it they had arrived at Hogsmede Station, pulling on his Invisability cloak Harry slipped into one of the empty carriages, pausing only to stroke the Thestral pulling the carriage. Seated inside was to Harry's suprise Luna and Neville.

'Hiya Harry' Luna said beautifully oblivious to the fact that he was under the cloak.

'Hi Luna, Neville' Harry replied pulling off his cloak, Neville didn't seem too suprised to see Harry, Guess that just proved my assumptions right, Neville sees more than any one of us. The coach ride was quick but made quicker Harry decided because of the company.

'Ron and Hermoine were looking for you on the train,' Neville told Harry, watching as a dark look briefly passed over Harry's face, 'They were very desperate to find you.'

'They would be.' stated Harry, 'If they can't watch over me 24/7 how are they supposed to make sure I drink the Compulsion Potion twice a day.' Neville and Luna exchanged looks at this, 'They are no friends of mine.'

'Harry...' Neville started to say,

'Don't worry about it Neville, I know you were under a Wizards Oath, its okay.' Harry interrupted.

'Harry it seems the Wrackspurts have taken great interest in you, where are your robes anyway' Luna said as the boys burst out laughing.

'Sorry Luna, I missed you. My robes, Uncle Vernon got hold of them.' Harry answered, not missing the calculative look that Neville gave him as they stepped out of the carriages and moved into the Great Hall, just outside of the Hall Luna quickly waved her wand and produced some Gryfindor Robes for Harry.

'So you dont get into trouble with the Blinkastouts,' Luna said by way of an explanation before skipping off to the Ravenclaw table. Quickley Harry pulled the robes over his head and he and Neville moved to sit at the Gryffindor table.

'I will write to my Nan immiadiatly after the feast and get hold of some supplies for you,' Neville whispered. Harry nodded his thanks and they both turned thier attention to the Sorting Hat, as the first years started to file in.

'Ickle firsties make such pathetic prank victums don't they Gred,' muttered one of the Wesley twins.

'Why yes Forge, but the looks on thier little faces are worth it,' replied the other.

'Hey didn't you leave last year?' asked Neville

'Mrs Weasley.' Harry said as the the Twins whispered 'Mum,'

'she's a nightmare floo,;

'called us everyday,

'since we left,'

'Promised she'd,

'stop if we finished our educations,'

'Besides whats another year,'

'Of market research' they both finished in unison, manical looks on thier faces, as at the staff table every teacher simultanously shuddered.

Suddenly the Sorting Hat began to sing as the First years had gathered before its stool, They seem so young, too young and yet because of what is coming they will most likly know fear, pain and death before the year is out, thought Harry as he observed thier faces.

'This year my dears

I have to say,

Something new is coming.

so watch out all those,

who shed no tears

and have not seen much beyond thier ears.

Do not believe everything you read

And trust not those with

chicken flavoured sweets.

And so this year again I sort,

But finally we got our way,

now I'll say no more,

You must wait and see.

Gryffindor Warriors

But something within those golden walls has gone rotten

Although whats past has been forgotten

Hufflepuff Guards

Choose whom has your loyalty

But choose wisely

Ravenclaw Spies

Knowledge is power

But power is not Knowledge

Slytherin Assassians

History has not been kind to you

But know I say let the truth be known!

McGonagall unfurled the scroll as she did ever year and briefly thought, I'm getting too old for this. Slowly she began calling out names, untill the last name had been called. Gryffindor had 5 new students, Hufflepuff had 7, Ravenclaw had 10 and Slytherin had 8.

Harry had blanked out the sorting after the Hat had sung, untill Dumbledore stood up and called for attention.

'Students as you can see the Sorting Hat has not been put away yet, this is due to the fact that the tradition resorting at fourth year has been reinstated, in order to correct any misplacements of house we shall also be resorting Fifth, Sixth and Seventh years. So as they say the show waits for no lemon drop.'

'Mad!' said Fred

'Completly off his rocker.' said George

'Look at Professor Snape,' whispered Neville, they all looked the man looked as if the Headmaster had just put on a yellow bikini and announced that he and McGonagal were off to get married, thought Harry, ew!

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