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Chapter 7

Dumbledore looked startled and so did the rest of the hall.

"What do you mean you won't sort?" He asked.

"I won't sort anyone until the houses pull a truce. The founders aren't happy the way it is between the houses. Especially the rift between Gryffindor and Slytherin."

"But it is your duty to sort the new students. Without you they might get into the wrong house!" Dumbledore argued.

"Maybe its better off that way."

"The children need to be sorted in their houses. Or they might have to…"

"The sorting hat is right." Luna said and everybody turned to look at her like she was senile. Well many did believe she was though.

"The houses hold a useless grudge against Slytherin and a deep rift between each other."

"She's right. The hat does make a good point." Said Harry.

This time there was a wave of agreement. Oh so Harry wasn't some attention-seeking lunatic any longer, huh?

"You agree, Harry?"

"Yes Professor, I do. The grudges and rifts are pointless."

"I agree to pull a truce between the houses." Said a fourth year (and whom much to everybody's surprise was a Slytherin).

"Me too." Another Slytherin said and stood up.

"I really would love a truce. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey would get more days off when Gryffindors and Slytherins stop fighting… at least for a while." Harry said with an amusement and stood up himself. Again his high reputation kicked in. Soon and most of the hall called for a truce and stood up.

The hat laughed out loud and agreed to sort the new students if they manage to keep the truce for a few months.

Surprisingly there was only three Slytherins this year, all girls in that matter. The Slytherin house looked hurt but soon recovered. Guess it must be odd to have over sixty people to sort, and only three of them made it to Slytherin.

Dumbledore made his normal 'welcome-back-to-Hogwarts-and-the-forbidden-forest-is-forbidden' speech. He also (go figure) introduced them to their new DADA teacher. Her name was Marilyn Flow and she looked like she was in relation with Snape (biggest difference was that her hair was silky not greasy). Harry sincerely hoped she didn't have his personality.

The feast was over and Harry went to bed. Ron and Hermione said they had to do their rounds, which Harry didn't buy. No one was able to stay awake when the feast was so lulling. Ginny and Colin led the first year Gryffindors to the tower so they were taking long too.

Harry on the other hand walked to the tower as fast as he was able without running. He was the first to arrive, so he quickly brushed his teeth (in previous years he had always skipped that because he was too tired), dressed in pajama pants (he slept topless ever since fifth year), hurried to bed and separated his soul from his body.

The same routine happened to Luna too. She hurried to her dorm in the Ravenclaw common room, quickly cleaned herself, dressed in a small nightgown and hurried to bed. She concentrated hard and finally managed to separate her soul and body. She was a dimension traveler, but she wasn't able to fully travel to other dimensions because she wasn't sixteen so she wasn't powerful enough yet. That meant she needed Harry's help to fully travel.

Luna appeared to the astronomy tower and found Harry already there. She smiled to him and he hugged her (soul mates can touch each other while in their spirit form). She grinned and kissed him. They snogged for a couple of minutes before they went to their nightly training.

"Ah Harry, Luna! Finally you made it. I was already thinking that you lost yourself in each other." Said Merlin with a wide grin. He always liked to tease the young lovebirds with odd comments. At least he had some sense of humor unlike some (cough-Snape-cough).

This time it was Godric's lessons again, but instead of martial arts, he taught him sword fighting. Harry eagerly listened Godric's hints while Luna went to find her mother. She found her chatting with Lily. They were friends before they died and were very happy to hear about their children's affection towards each other.

"Hi mum. Hi Mrs. Potter." Luna said happily. Lily and Lana raised their faces and both smiled at Luna.

"Come and see Harry. Godric's about to teach him sword fighting and it's rare to see Harry as an amateur. Really, it's unnatural for someone to learn physical stuff so fast."

"Oh yes. Being in Light, or Dark, Dimension boosts learning skills of course, but it really unbelievable how fast he learns. C'mon Lils, lets go."

And the ladies were off to laugh at Harry's too-short-time knolegelessness (does that word even exists?).

The next morning Harry woke late… er, or rather came back from Light Dimension. He happily went to get some breakfast and had no idea it was going to be not so happy morning to him (poor Harry… but he is still cute when he's mad, go figure why's he having trouble telling off girls). The day started with a nice Sunday breakfast, at least, so he hoped. He was happy until he arrived to the great hall. The atmosphere was tense and he could tell something unpleasant was up.

"What's up?" He asked his friends.

"Fudge is the biggest airhead in the whole wide world, that's up!" Ron hissed.

"What did he do this time?" Harry asked in an annoyed voice.

"Oh you won't believe this."

"What. Did. He. Do?" Harry asked with such venom in his voice his friends pulled back. Ron threw him the Daily Prophet and Harry read it.

Minister Fudge's odd decision

Cornelius Fudge, the minister of Magic, has made the strangest idea come reality in the Wizarding history. Yesterday around noon he went to the Muggle ministry and had a conversation with the Muggle minister, encouraging him to make an announcement about Wizarding world's existence. All the reporters managed to get from minister Fudge was that he had to do it, for their own sake. Muggles have been warned about the war going on in the Wizarding world and recommended extreme caution. Minister Fudge also told the Muggle world about the story of he-who-must-not-be-named and the boy-who-lived. Although minister Fudge didn't revile his true identity he still told him a lightning bolt shape scar could identify him. Thank Merlin he had enough wit not to tell where.

Harry finished reading, his jaw was dropped and he thought he was going to throw up.

"What on earth is he thinking!" He asked his friends.

"There's something else that you should know. And that is putting your identity hiding before the Muggles in a fire line." Said Ginny carefully.

"I promise I will not lose my temper, so relax Gin."

Ginny gave him something and as Harry looked at it, his eyes widened…

A/N: Want to know the truth? I haven't read the story yet, at least not to the end. I am reading it as I fix it, and now to be honest I am beginning to like this story!

Oh, now I just have to fix the next chapter, so I could see what Ginny gave him…