Albus was fuming in his office, of all the things for Harry to do and he had to enact his right as heir. He had tried Harry's entire life to make Harry moldable, but it hadn't worked. The only thing he'd accomplished was that Harry didn't trust him and that he had at least convince him to originally go to Gryffindor. He thought that once Harry was in Gryffindor he would become best mates with the Weasley boy and it would cause a rift between father and son. Obviously Harry was more Slytherin than he had bargained for. This was going to cause an upset at the Ministry, and more importantly it would cause a problem with the families that viewed Slytherin as dark. Perhaps he could find some way to say now that Neville was really the boy-who-lived and Harry had been a pseudo-boy-who-lived to protect Neville. In fact that's exactly what he was going to do; he grabbed parchment and atarted to pen a letter to the Daily Prophet.
At the same time that Albus was writing his letter an owl had just appeared in Manor off the coast. It contained only three words 'It's Neville's turn'. The woman smiled and stood up; she'd got custody of her step-grandson after Alice had passed away with Dumbledore's help. Now all they had to do was make sure Neville understood his place. He was now going to be the boy-who-lived, so he better learn to act like it.
Harry was currently speaking to the Board of Governors at Hogwarts about why he should be resorted and why he had chosen Gryffindor in the first place. He explained that he had been made by the Headmaster to believe it was best for his family if he went to Gryffindor, but that he felt he would excel academically if he were comfortable in his house. After what felt like days, but was only about five hours or so the Board of Governors reconvened and approved Harry's request for a resorting. Harry gave a sigh of relief, it was unusual for a student to have to give a reasoning, but after receiving his Dad's letter a reply had come back with a meeting time. As he started to leave the Ministry though something caught his attention. The Headmaster's phoenix, Fawkes, flashing in and heading off towards the Minister's office. Harry took a deep breath, he was glad Uncle Luc was looking up stuff to help him, because it appeared Dumbledore was going to want a war.