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He strode across the dingy hallways; I am so dead, listening to the echoing of his feet on the stone floor, The Dursey's will never let me in, and he finally reached Dumbledore's office, this is just great isn't it.
"Fawkes," Harry said loudly, his own voice startling him. The doorway opened, to reveal a large twisted spiral staircase. Harry tentatively walked up, and into Dumbledore's grand office.
He saw Dumbledore as soon as he walked in, hunched over his desk, staring at his bridged fingers.
"Sit down," he said. Harry walked over, pulled back a chair and sat down. Dumbledore did not raise his eyes.
"I know everything, Mr Potter," he said gravely, pausing to rub his eyelid before continuing, "And I don't think that you running away from the matter at hand will make me forget."
"I wasn't running-
"I hope you realise the seriousness of what you have done," Dumbledore continued, his voice strict and steady.
"Yes but-
"I wish you would stop interrupting me, Mr Potter," Dumbledore said, raising his eyes at last. Harry stared into them.
"I was trying to say that I wasn't running away, and I do realise what I have done, well I don't seeing as I don't remember it, and I want to know the consequences," Harry said stoutly. He had never been so scared, even when he went to a hearing in the Ministry of Magic.
"Did you realise that you could be carted off to Azkaban as we speak?" Dumbledore demanded, ignoring Harry's comment.
"I, well, yes," stammered Harry in reply.
"In fact, Dementors should have arrived the moment you got out of the Hospital Wing,"
"Then, why didn't they?" demanded Harry, he peered around the room, as though Dementors were suddenly going to jump out from behind Dumbledore's bookcase.
"Because, Harry, Azkaban is in a very bad way, Cornelius Fudge informed me that their security is getting weaker and weaker. I, personally, would rather you didn't go to Azkaban," Dumbledore stated. Harry's spirits seemed to soar, so Dumbledore wasn't turning on him after all!
"I wouldn't feel right knowing that you were there,"
"Professor?" Harry asked quickly, "What is my punishment?"
"What is your punishment? Mr Potter, I thought I told you last time that you would be expelled if you put another toe out of line!" Harry's spirits dropped down to the dungeons. He took in how weary Dumbledore looked; his eyes had never looked so bloodshot, his hair so white, his face so old.
"But, Professor, I can't be expelled!" Harry insisted. Dumbledore looked at his hands again.
"Alas, I must agree with you," he replied sadly. Harry was now thoroughly confused.
"But you just said that…you said…I thought that…" Harry burbled. Dumbledore laughed.
"The state of things is far too dangerous for a boy like you to be living with Muggles; Voldermort is attacking them to make a point,"
"So, what is going to happen?"
"Well, you shall be banned from Hogsmeade visits from now, you shall receive a ban from the Gryffindor team, can still play, but you are not to take part in matches, you shall be in no school organizations, and every teacher will be keeping a VERY close eye on you. If you think that I have forgotten about Professor Trelawny, who is still very distressed, and then you are mistaken," Dumbledore said. Harry didn't know whether to feel relieved or not. In a good way, he was being lightly punished for performing an illegal spell on a fellow pupil, but in a bad way he was being taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Of course, he could still sneak into Hogsmeade with his invisibility cloak, and he wasn't bothered about taking part in organizations.
"Is that all, Professor?" Harry asked, trying to be polite.
"Yes," he replied. Harry got up, but Dumbledore quickly stopped him.
"If you think that I am letting you off lightly because I favour you, then I shall let you know now, you are very, very wrong."
Hermione launched herself on Harry the moment he walked through the portrait. She pounded him with questions.
"So? What happened? Are you alright? You're not going to be expelled are you? What did Dumbledore say? Harry?" she gabbled. Harry shrugged.
"Well, I won't be expelled, I won't be going to Azkaban, I have been banned from the Quidditch team and any organizations and I will no longer be permitted to go to Hogsmeade," he said. Hermione gasped with delight.
"Harry, that's wonderful," she said.
"Yeah, I suppose, anyway, I am going to bed. I am really tired, night Hermione," he said. They paused, and she kissed him on the lips.
"Good night,"
When they sat in the Great Hall for breakfast, Hermione started to choke on her orange juice. Harry patted her on the back.
"What? What is it?" he asked. She scowled.
"This!" she said, thrusting the Daily Prophet under his nose.
POTTER GOES POTTY (again)
In shock truths made last night, sources from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry revealed that once again, Harry Potter (once famed for defeated he who must not be named) has unleashed his evil ways by attacking a pupil.
It is said that the victim, Draco Malfoy, was hit with the illegal curse, Avada Kedrava, six days ago and is still unconscious.
Professor Albus Dumbledore has allegedly let the boy run free, and he has not been expelled. In this shocking revelation, new trusts that were built with Potter and Dumbledore last year, have again been broken into shards. Potter has lied and said 'I don't remember this', and has had to resort to the talking book, Hermione Granger for apparent information.
At least one previous friend has now managed to break free from Potter and his childish antics. Ron Weasley spoke last night:
"I can't see why I ever made friends with Harry. I suppose that at the time he seemed nice enough to me, but over time he got steadily worse. He was always complaining about his scar, or moaning about something or other, and he had always said how much he loathed Draco Malfoy…
Harry stopped there.
"That little two faced liar!" he said loudly. Just then, Dumbledore walked onto the large platform with his arms opened wide.
"Silence please!" he called. Silence immediately fell. Everyone was curious; speeches were usually left until dinner.
"Over the past few months, I have been thinking. I think it is safe to say that people change over time. Of course, likings change, faces change, but the biggest thing that changes is the person inside. So, it has come to my decision that tomorrow evening, there will be a re-sorting for any pupils in the third year or above. This will begin at eight pm, so the lower years will have finished their eating. I hope that many of you will stay in the same Houses, and I wish you all good luck!" he said. He clicked his fingers and disappeared from the hall. There were a lot of confused and excited whispers. Hermione turned to Harry.
"Harry, there is going to be a re-sorting!" she squeaked. She looked neither happy nor n-happy. She looked nervous.
"This is all because of me," Harry mumbled. He ran his finger over his scar, feeling a closer bond to Voldermort than ever before.
The following night, people's excitement had disappeared, and everyone feared for the worse.
"What if I get split up from you, Lavender?" he heard Parvati ask. The pair hugged, he glanced round and noticed that most others were doing the same. Ron was sitting gloomily in a corner Hermione too had stopped talking to him.
"This is bad, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione chewed her lip.
"I know, Dumbledore is trying to suss out who are the bad people here," she said darkly. Harry nodded in agreement.
The Great Hall was laid out exactly as it had been on their original sorting night. It was odd that people were more nervous now than then. Silence came immediately when Professor McGonagall placed the tattered old Sorting Hat onto a stool, into the middle of the platform. Everyone held their breath as the sorting hat opened its mouth to begin its usual song.
Now this is no normal sorting,
Of pupils here today,
For this is a second sorting,
And my words I shall start to say.
There once were four grand people,
Who came together one day?
And they had an idea,
'Let's start a school' one did say.
So start a school they did,
And split it into houses four,
Seemed a wise idea back then,
And has forever more!
First came the bold Gryffindor,
Where bravery is put to the test,
Some were rich and some were poor,
Lying they did detest.
Then came loyal Hufflepuff,
With friends and without foe,
Not the brightest of the bunch,
But friendly even so.
The third is wise old Ravenclaw
Where brains will meet their match,
Though sometimes under pressure,
Their work comes up to scratch.
The last is sneaky Slytherin,
Where you will find your foes,
The best of plotting and cunning,
The Slytherin shall know.
So which house shall answer your call?
I ask the second time round,
Remember I may be old and sound,
But the Sorting Hat knows all.
There was a pause, but the Great Hall erupted into cheers, applause and cries of 'encore!' Harry spared a glance to look over at Hermione, who was tapping her fingers nervously on the table. He saw that from across the table, Ron was laughing heartily with Dean Thomas. Harry scowled at them both. He stared gloomily as the first two people (Ashill, Fern and Andes, Luke) were sorted into the same houses. The next person was made a Hufflepuff, with the following two sorted into Gryffindor, and the list following was; Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff etc. And then,
"Granger, Hermione!" Professor McGonagall called over the erupting noise from the Slytherin table (Garesh, Samantha) had just been made a Slytherin.
"Good luck," Harry whispered to Hermione. He didn't think that she had heard though, she walked slowly and wobbly up to the platform, up the steps and onto the stool. She nervously sat with the hat falling over her eyes, though her lips were still visible, and Hermione was chewing them thoroughly. The hat was on her head for almost thirty seconds when it screamed,
"RAVENCLAW!" Harry's heart stopped, if Hermione was sorted into a different house, he could be left with Ron in Gryffindor! Hermione lifted the hat shakily off her head and walked to the Ravenclaw table, where people congratulated her, and slapped her on the back. Hermione didn't look too pleased. And so the sorting went on, and on and on. And then, when Harry looked up, he saw Neville on his way to the platform. Harry grinned encouragingly at him, and to his surprise, Neville gave a warm smile back. The hat took a long time to decide this time, before it finally sent Neville back to the Gryffindor table. Neville was beaming the whole way, and people gave him a thunderous applause.
The sorting continued, and Harry was dropping off at the Gryffindor table, his messy black hair skimming the top of his gold plate.
"Potter, Harry!" called McGonagall loudly. Harry jumped up, and fixed his olive green eyes on the stool. His legs felt like they were stuck, cemented down, but he lifted them up firmly, and started the walk towards the large platform. Everyone was staring at him, all eyes fixed firmly on him, most of the glaring, and Harry slowly came aware of the hissing and booing, some even coming form the Gryffindor table. He shook his head and continued to walk onwards, until, after what seemed an eternity, he sat down on the stool, and for the second time in six years, the black material of the sorting hat concealed his eyes. The first time round, the hat had taken ages over his decision, and Harry had argued to the hat that he didn't want to go to Slytherin, and so he went to Gryffindor. The fact that he could have been in the wrong house had haunted him for years. But this time, the hat took no time at all to tell Harry his fate, as soon as the hat was on his head…
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat roared. The whole hall stopped, and stared. Harry sat there, not daring to take off the hat. He could hear the Slytherins chanting and cheering for Harry, while the rest of the hall made no sound.
"Come on Harry, other people need to be sorted," Professor McGonagall said firmly, prising the hat off Harry's head. He could see Hermione's face from where she was sitting. She was shaking her head, mumbling to herself. He could see Ron as well; his hair was hard to miss. He looked confused, as always. He slowly walked to the Slytherin table and sat down with a thump next to Crabbe and Goyle. They grinned at each other.
What was going on?
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