Chapter 61: The Sorting
Harry stared at the massive amounts of owls dropping letters onto his once relatively clean mahogany desk. Though every student had made it, the parents were not at all pleased at the last minute change of plan, and especially at the time, being some received the urgent owl at four in the morning. Harry quickly wrote a collective letter to send out to all the parents.
Dear...,
First, I want to thank you for being willing to change plans at such short and early notice. It came to my attention around three this morning that there was a possible planned attack on the Hogwarts Express. In order to assure your children's safety and everyone involved, I chose a different route of getting your children to school. I hope this answers any of your questions; I will be going through all of your mail, as fast as I can, and if I find a question I did not answer in this letter, I will get to you ASAP.
Thank you
Harry Potter Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin - First Class England and Italy, Medical Student.
Harry gave each owl that flew in five letters to go out until every student's guardian had received the letter. Before he could start going through the mail however, the Minister of Magic arrived.
"Great job, Harry."
"Thank you, Minister. Oh and thank you for the heads up. What happened at the station?" Harry asked.
The death eaters were very surprised when they attacked the express only to find it filled with Aurors. We caught fifty-three of them today." The minister smiled.
"Congratulations."
"Ah I see you are being run down by mail, welcome to the club. My poor secretaries, I have three of them you know. Every decision I make ranging from that fly I swatted yesterday to this mornings capture gets me a whole mess of letters from activists, supporters, enemies, Ambassadors, foreign ministries and presidents all writing to tell me what they thought of this and that. In my line of work you have no private life, weather you know it or not, someone is watching you, but it comes with the job, and I love my job." The minister said sitting down. "Anyways I guess the point of all my rambling is to tell you, you should get a secretary." Harry smiled.
"Thank you for the advice, but I am only the deputy, I normally don't get this much mail. But I will pass on your advice to Minerva." The minister only smiled in response. "Anyway it's lunch time, care to join me?"
"It would be my pleasure." The two got up and walked out of the office and to the great hall where an extra table had been set up for the wide-eyed first years until tonight.
Harry was relived that Hermione had already told the students what had happened, so that he could just go straight to eating. Harry watched the students eat and felt a relieved sensation wash over him, before he only had words telling him everyone had made it. Now however he could see for himself.
Harry looked over at the first years, where there were more then last year. For a brief second Harry thought about breaking tradition and sorting half of them here and now. But in the end he decided to go against the idea. The other students seemed to since the long sorting coming tonight and were stuffing there faces trying to get as full as possible, so that the nights waiting game was not as torturous as the year before. Harry liked this idea and followed suit much to his wife's dismay.
The night came quickly, each teacher got a chance to take long naps, while others walked around the school making sure no one was getting into trouble. The head boy and girl held prefects meeting, which normally would have been done on the train ride up; in a classroom. Finally, it was time for the sorting ceremony, and Tonks looked at all the first years for the first time, before she gulped and gave Harry a murderous look. Harry only smiled and shrugged.
An hour later found one third of the students asleep, the other two thirds were still waiting to be sorted or were placing healing charms on there hands from clapping so much. The sorting ended half an hour later much to everyone relief, and Tonks sat down giving Harry looks that should have killed him ten times over by now. Looking around, Harry hoped that the almost attack was not a shadow of what this school year was going to be like.
End of Story Six... See you at story seven in a month!
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know I don't answer reviews to often but I read them all and love them to death. You're the reason I write, with out reviews I would think no one was reading and would stop writing all together. So please continue reading and reviewing. I love it!
Harry stared at the massive amounts of owls dropping letters onto his once relatively clean mahogany desk. Though every student had made it, the parents were not at all pleased at the last minute change of plan, and especially at the time, being some received the urgent owl at four in the morning. Harry quickly wrote a collective letter to send out to all the parents.
Dear...,
First, I want to thank you for being willing to change plans at such short and early notice. It came to my attention around three this morning that there was a possible planned attack on the Hogwarts Express. In order to assure your children's safety and everyone involved, I chose a different route of getting your children to school. I hope this answers any of your questions; I will be going through all of your mail, as fast as I can, and if I find a question I did not answer in this letter, I will get to you ASAP.
Thank you
Harry Potter Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin - First Class England and Italy, Medical Student.
Harry gave each owl that flew in five letters to go out until every student's guardian had received the letter. Before he could start going through the mail however, the Minister of Magic arrived.
"Great job, Harry."
"Thank you, Minister. Oh and thank you for the heads up. What happened at the station?" Harry asked.
The death eaters were very surprised when they attacked the express only to find it filled with Aurors. We caught fifty-three of them today." The minister smiled.
"Congratulations."
"Ah I see you are being run down by mail, welcome to the club. My poor secretaries, I have three of them you know. Every decision I make ranging from that fly I swatted yesterday to this mornings capture gets me a whole mess of letters from activists, supporters, enemies, Ambassadors, foreign ministries and presidents all writing to tell me what they thought of this and that. In my line of work you have no private life, weather you know it or not, someone is watching you, but it comes with the job, and I love my job." The minister said sitting down. "Anyways I guess the point of all my rambling is to tell you, you should get a secretary." Harry smiled.
"Thank you for the advice, but I am only the deputy, I normally don't get this much mail. But I will pass on your advice to Minerva." The minister only smiled in response. "Anyway it's lunch time, care to join me?"
"It would be my pleasure." The two got up and walked out of the office and to the great hall where an extra table had been set up for the wide-eyed first years until tonight.
Harry was relived that Hermione had already told the students what had happened, so that he could just go straight to eating. Harry watched the students eat and felt a relieved sensation wash over him, before he only had words telling him everyone had made it. Now however he could see for himself.
Harry looked over at the first years, where there were more then last year. For a brief second Harry thought about breaking tradition and sorting half of them here and now. But in the end he decided to go against the idea. The other students seemed to since the long sorting coming tonight and were stuffing there faces trying to get as full as possible, so that the nights waiting game was not as torturous as the year before. Harry liked this idea and followed suit much to his wife's dismay.
The night came quickly, each teacher got a chance to take long naps, while others walked around the school making sure no one was getting into trouble. The head boy and girl held prefects meeting, which normally would have been done on the train ride up; in a classroom. Finally, it was time for the sorting ceremony, and Tonks looked at all the first years for the first time, before she gulped and gave Harry a murderous look. Harry only smiled and shrugged.
An hour later found one third of the students asleep, the other two thirds were still waiting to be sorted or were placing healing charms on there hands from clapping so much. The sorting ended half an hour later much to everyone relief, and Tonks sat down giving Harry looks that should have killed him ten times over by now. Looking around, Harry hoped that the almost attack was not a shadow of what this school year was going to be like.
End of Story Six... See you at story seven in a month!
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know I don't answer reviews to often but I read them all and love them to death. You're the reason I write, with out reviews I would think no one was reading and would stop writing all together. So please continue reading and reviewing. I love it!