Harry and the rest of the first year Hufflepuffs were in the Sett, the badger common room. Harry wasn't overly fond of the word Hufflepuff; he'd rather remind the rest of the school that his house had claws, even if they weren't the torturers that lions often were.
"The only truth is power." Harry Potter said softly. Around him, his yearmates stirred, some with eyes wide - Susan moved to object. Harry gently cut her off, "There are many ways to power. To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail."
Susan asked, "Are you the hammer, or the nail?"
Harry shook his head, "Neither. I stand here, in the House of Hard Work and Dedication, of camraderie and loyalty. Many will talk of the power of the shepard. Few think of the power of the sheep."
"The sheep?" Justin frowned, asking the question on everyone else's mind.
"The big man with a punch only thinks of his own power, doesn't he?" Harry said softly, "A dozen common men can slay a great wizard, can they not?"
Hannah nodded, slowly, "The sheep."
"Yes. We are nothing so long as we do not stand together. But give me a thousand sheep over ten Great Men." Harry said with a smile. "I have the feeling the world's in dire need of a few, well-organized, sheep."
Ernie asked, "And you to lead them?"
Harry shook his head, laughing, "Me? Lead? Oh, no, people only think sheep need leaders. Sheep think quite well for themselves. You just need to chop all the fences down, and let them roam free."
[a/n: Not sure if I'm keeping this chapter. It sprang into my head, and I had to write it down. Do you like it?
My prior note stands, this is still on hiatus.]