The Great Hall was revealed to show four long tables, and a single stool at the end with a hat. Professors watched from a fifth high table at the end.

"Abbot, Hannah" shouted Professor McGonagall. The hat was placed on her head once she sat on the stool. After a few minutes, the hat shouted out HUFFLEPUFF.

And so it went, each student would put the hat on, and the hat would sort them into one of the four houses.

"Potter, Harry" it called.

It was silent as Harry walked over to the stool. Placing the hat on, the cap murmured in his mind. "Hmmm, you could fit well into Slytherin. What is this memory?"

"Oh, that is just a request from one of the president's aids about refugees. It was nothing."

An image flashed in front of Harry, where a president's aid is requesting to immediately deport all latino refugees from USA.

Harry decided to endorse granting asylum to all refugees, as that would weaken the USA, especially if wave after wave overwhelmed the government. It was up to the citizenry to rescue his planned failure.

"I had disapproved of it because supplying entire cities of refugees would have been a giant waste of government money."

"You also approved of them becoming citizens."

"Yeah, because they would qualify for a bunch of welfare benefits, which would have further bankrupted the government. Plus if they become citizens they would take control of the government, and inevitably spiral the nation into the same situation that caused their own refugee crisis."

"That was quite a Hufflepuff thing to do. But you are very brave to have taken up the post as Tyrant. Maybe Slytherin would suit you."

"I don't want to be sorted into Slytherin. That is where You-Know-Who came from. I would rather it be Gryffindor."

"Don't want to end up like Voldemort, eh. You aren't a pureblood supremist, I see."

"It doesn't matter, it is about weapons and ideology, not lineage."

"That sounds a lot like Voldemort, a lot closer than you would think."

"Well, I am about tasking a government to its ruin. I am not neutral, for a strong neutral government. I don't support the majority in a partisan conflict. I support the minority, who would reciprocate less. I encourage the majority to cling to their victimhood, and to disenfranchise them from the economy and government. I cause partisan conflicts to weaken government and then side with the minority."

"You and Voldemort have a lot in common. Different, but mirrored."

"I would throw purebloods, the majority, from government and the economy. And encourage them to view themselves as victims of my government and of the minority muggleborns. I would side with the minority muggleborns."

"Dumbledore was a Ravenclaw."

"Really, what is he like."

"Oh he is very fair. He is a judge as well as a headmaster, and is very neutral."

"Hmm, that sounds like a strong government for all. The strongest version of government. So I can't be in Ravenclaw."

"And you can't be in Slytherin, because of Voldemort? Hufflepuff is the house typical for muggleborns. They are all about ensuring the muggleborns have a strong role in government. Helga Hufflepuff was a government worker, and left a strong legacy of muggleborns for a strong government."

"No, I am siding with the muggleborns, but I don't want them to have a strong government. It seems that Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff are about achieving strong governments. What is Gryffindor like. How was Godric Gryffindor?"

"He was a hero that would save the people from crisis after crisis."

"Eh, that's the closest to me. I don't really fit in any of the houses."

"Well, then better that it is" GRYFFINDOR shouted the hat.

Harry took off the hat with roars of approval from the crowd.

Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table, who were quite happy to have him sorted with them. Sitting down in the middle Harry took a seat next to Hermione. Soon, Ron was sorted into Gryffindor as well, and he took a seat next to Harry.

Harry looked up to the head table, but then got a sharp pain while looking at an angry black haired professor staring right at him. "Ow" said Harry "who is that black haired professor."

One of the red headed twins that helped him load the train answered "that's Professor Snape. He teaches potions. He hates Gryffindors. Don't mind him, he is always looking sour and unpleasant."

Soon, the headmaster, Headmaster Dumbledore, stood up and raised his hand to quiet the hall.

"I have some announcements to make. The third floor corridor is off limits from those that don't want to experience a horrible and gruesome death."

There was some nervous chuckling at that, but most of the hall was in shock.

"And now let us sing the Hogwarts song. On three. One...two..."

And the Great Hall then went in on a horrible rendition of the Hogwarts song.

"Ah music, a magic greater than what comes from our wands" Headmaster Dumbledore said.

"Now, off to your dorms."

Harry followed the Gryffindor prefects down the hall and up the moving staircase to a portrait of a fat lady. "Password" the fat lady in the portrait asked.

"Courage" said the prefect. The portrait swung open, and the first years piled into the common room. There was a fire place and cozy furniture. As well, it was decorated in red and gold.

"The dorms are separated by gender and year. So first year boys are that way, and first year girls are that way."

Harry then walked off to his dorm room. In the dorm room was multiple bunk beds. Harry picked the bottom bunkbed, while Ron picked the top bunk bed.

Harry then got ready for bed and then went to his bunkbed and closed the drapes around it and went to bed, looking forward to the next day of Hogwarts.

Harry awoke and made his way to breakfast. Once he walked in to the Great Hall, everybody stared and continued to whisper.

Even the professors.

Harry was very unsure of what was happening, and went to his usual schedule of checking the mail and reading the news.

Opening the wizarding paper, the Daily Prophet, it showed a picture of Harry, with the headline "Fraud".

Scanning the article, apparently the journal that Harry kept his plans was found in the Lair in New York City and was revealed to the Americans. How his plans were to do everything in his power to destroy the American government.

But what surprised Harry and the rest of the world, was how the Americans responded to it. A lot sided with him.

They hated their government that much.

This perplexed Harry, and he waited for Hedwig to deliver his mail. None came.

Harry was jolted out of his musings by Professor McGonagall handing out their schedules.

Harry had Transfiguration than History of Magic.

At the end of breakfast, Harry and the rest of the first year Gryffindors went to Transfiguration, where McGonagall turned herself from a cat into a person, and taught them how to transfigure a needle into a matchstick.

After that class they went to History of Magic, where a ghost was the professor. Professor Binns droned on about goblin wars. Harry soon fell victim to boredom.

Once that class was done, it was time for supper. Harry ate and then went back to bed.

It was the next day that he got some mail from the USA.

Harry noticed that the professors were constantly whispering and giving glances in his direction.

Harry was about to give his response to Hedwig, when a fat man approached Harry. "Mr. Brown, from the British Ministry of Magic. Mind if I see what you wrote, Mr. Potter?"

"Ahh, no."

Harry then gave the letter to Hedwig and watched her fly away.

Today was Potions and Charms. The Gryffindor first years soon lined up outside the Potions classroom, when a greasy haired professor, Professor Snape, swooped down on them.

Once inside Snape gave roll call. He sneered at Harry, but when he got to Neville Longbottom's name, he nearly had convulsions of pure hatred.

"Mr. Longbottom. What is the difference between wolfsbane and monkshood?"

"I...I...don't know."

"Idiot. Of course you don't. What else is a surprise. What is the key ingredient in Draught of Living Death?"

"I...don't know."

"Tsk tsk, hopefully you aren't this stupid in all your activities, or maybe that is the whole point."

With that cryptic response Snape continued the potions lesson.

Charms was after Potions, and it was that class where they were learning how to unlock doors. Harry got the spell on the sixth try, while Neville continued to have great trouble with it.

After Potions and Charms, during supper, Neville was taken away from the rest of the Gryffindors by the Professors, and that fat Ministry of Magic worker.

The next day, in the morning, Harry went off to read the news. The Daily Prophet had a giant mugshot of Neville Longbottom, with the title "Tyrant Longbottom".

Harry quickly scanned the paper. Apparently, Harry as Tyrant for USA was so popular with the electorate that the UK, Canada, New Zealand, and Australia copied him, and put Neville as their Tyrant.

Neville was the Tyrant of the Commonwealth. They were even starting a new government and ministry that would be the provisional government of all of UK, Canada, New Zealand, and Australia combined.

It was to be a giant experiment.

Harry didn't know what to think. But Harry was reminded about his compass, that is to always be detrimental to the American government. If the Commonwealth was an ally of the USA, and Neville was a fellow saboteur, a Tyrant, then he would help him to break down the alliance and bankrupt the two unions.

It was the next day that Neville returned to class, now a minor celebrity himself.

Neville asked Harry for advice for a problem he had. "The Commonwealth ministry and the Professors want me to copy you. What should I do about the Russian crisis in Ukraine?"

"First lesson to learn Neville is to expand a crisis. Feed it. Make it consume the nation in a giant fire. So you should aim for the crisis to deepen and worsen."

Neville nodded "got it."

"Second lesson is that a strong enemy is a weaker aligned government. Russia is the enemy of both USA and Commonwealth. So we want to strengthen it. Ask your government to cave in to the demands of the Russians."

"Got it."

"And thirdly, remember that you are better off alone. You would be feasting greater if you were kicked out, and became an enemy of the Commonwealth. You are a parasite that is dulled by being invited in. If kicked out, you would be even more destructive. Be wary of attempts to kill you by those seeking a strong government."

The next day, Neville got back to Harry. "The provisional government of Commonwealth refused my advice. They are preparing to fight a war, or at least supply a war, in Ukraine."

"Same for me and USA. The only advice I can give is to wish the troops bad luck, that they will be damaged or killed in action, so that America and Commonwealth weakens. It is the saddest part of this job, but it is what it is."

Neville looked sick. "I don't think I can do that."

"There is a reason they gave the job to a bunch of kids."

Neville looked down "yeah, that makes sense. Makes the government look horrible, doesn't it, getting a kid to wish that their own soldiers get killed, just so to remain Tyrant."

"It is a burden that I bear."

Harry then smiled. "But cheer up, I heard that there will be pudding during lunch."

Neville sat with Harry at the Great Hall, eating pudding. Neville was very down.

"Don't worry about it Neville. Maybe you could sandwich the bad news with an inspirational speech."

"But what could I be talking about."

"Well, for starters, start off by saying that the government is always on its own road to ruin, to its own doom. And that it is the citizens that need from time to time to rescue it. That people shouldn't be looking for bailouts, instead they should be preparing to rescue the government in its planned failure."

"But what about the corruption in the government, the corporations that run off with all the money, all the racial tensions. People will just get mad at each other."

"True, there is always a disenfranchised group that the government patronizes that doesn't reciprocate. The government searches out these groups to patronize, so that the government will fall to ruin quicker.

These groups, that take government patronization but don't reciprocate, should be overcome. That is the central message. They are to be overcome on the citizens path to rescuing the government. The government will always say that they don't need to be rescued by you, and laugh. But that is because they are short sighted. The government is always planned to collapse. It is always up to the citizenry to save it. This is seen in a volunteer army. The USA was always based off a combination of a draft and a volunteer army. In the Revolutionary Wars in USA, those that fought for independence did it to rescue Washington and the provisional government or as part of a draft. That is the backbone of a Tyrant's government. Having a volunteer army. It is up to the citizens to rescue the government. A strong government drafting people to defend, is like a strong government deciding the citizen's lives. That is for Rulers. The USA is a mixture of Tyrants and Rulers; volunteer forces and drafts. I think your history for Commonwealth is mostly drafts. We are Tyrants. We never draft, as drafting strengthens the government. We don't tax as well, but only spend. But back to fixing the government, well that is up to the citizenry.

Corporations will continue to be patronized by the government and reciprocate less, causing the government to fall quicker to its doom. This needs to be overcome by any citizen that aims to save the government. Same for any group that is patronized by the government and reciprocates less.

But that is not our goal. Our goal is to cause this doom, and to leave the opportunity to rescue the government up to the people."

"So how do we stop corruption, corporate greed, and racial tensions that are dooming the government."

"Wow, I have no idea. That is up for the citizenry to solve and figure out. We, as part of the government as Tyrants, just accelerate the government to its planned doom. We are parasites that could make it on our own, but are dulled by being invited into government. We would be far more destructive if left to our own devices kicked out."

Neville let out a sigh.

"We sound useless, no, worse than useless."

"Yeah, well, as long as we don't rely on someone like Voldemort to rescue the government, we should be fine."

That gave Neville shivers. "That is exactly how he portrayed himself. That he was saving the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic, from muggleborns and muggles and the ruination of magic."

"Some citizens are a bit out there. But even ten thousand monkeys typing randomly will produce Shakespeare."

"The citizens will rescue us. Ok, I can deal with that."

"That's the spirit, Neville. We weaken the government, and say that the citizenry will bail out the government in the future. Our main opponent are Rulers. Those that strengthen the government and don't trust the citizens to rescue the government in the future. They are always about strengthening the government."

Harry then put his stuff away. "They are always our enemies."

They then hurried off to Potions.

In it, Professor Snape was hovering over each student's potion, with Neville and Harry paired together. Neville then bumped the cauldron, causing some of it to spill. "Zero points for you two today" Professor Snape intoned.

After the lesson, Neville shared a secret "My gran told me that Professor Snape used to be a Death Eater."

"He seems skilled enough in Dark Magic" muttered Harry.

Soon Halloween approached, and the first years swarmed around the decorations in the Great Hall.

Harry walked with Neville to Charms.

Harry and Neville stopped, they had arrived at the Charms classroom.

"Good afternoon class, today we will be learning the levitation charm." Professor Flitwick then demonstrated lifting a feather.

Soon, the entire class was attempting it, with Ron and Hermione entering into an argument.

"It's swish and flick" she said. Ron looked on angrily as Hermione's feather levitated up into the air while Ron's only faltered like in a breeze.

By the end of the lesson, Ron had not accomplished the levitating charm.

Walking out of the classroom, Ron starts to speak in a high pitched voice ""it's swish and flick", I mean honestly, no wonder she has no friends."

Hermione then pushed past them, in tears.

Ron looked around at Neville and Harry. "What, it's true."

Harry and Neville arrived in the Great Hall, with Halloween decorations everywhere.

Sitting down, they started to eat and drink in the feast. Neville had noticed that Hermione was absent. Harry then turned to Neville "so to get people on your side, you are the boogey man that they all hate. Your policies are what they have to fight.

For me personally, my first policy is for any Tyrant party candidates to cause unnecessary wars to result in a many Ministry of Magic government worker deaths as possible. That would weaken the government, as every government worker, especially in the Aurors, is essential for the government's strength. Every American citizen, including Tyrant party candidates, would have to find a way around preventing this policy.

Another policy of mine is to accept billions of refugees from another continent and make them citizens; be they muggles or muggleborns. This would weaken us as they would take control of elections against traditions. My party members that are American citizens, the citizenry, must find a way around this policy to prevent it from ever becoming implemented.

My third policy..."

And then, their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell, burst through the hall doors. "There is a troll in the castle. Thought to let you know." And then he fell down in a dead faint.

Chaos erupted in the hall. "Hermione is in the bathrooms. We need to tell someone." Neville rushed up to the Gryffindor prefect, who brushed them off. Harry turned to Neville "we need to warn Hermione. She doesn't know about the troll."

Harry, Ron, and Neville ran out from the Great Hall and down into the bathroom where they heard Hermione crying. And a giant troll soon entered the room with a club.

The troll did a bee line for Hermione, ignoring their distractions. So Harry jumped up and stuck a wand up into his face. Ron cast the levitation spell over the troll, causing the bat to rise, and then fall over the head of the troll.

Hurried footsteps sounded down the hall, and the professors lunged into the bathroom. They spotted the unconscious troll, and Professor McGonagall asked for an explanation.

"It was me" said Hermione "I ran off thinking that I could deal with the troll."

"Stupid girl" said Professor Snape "fifty points from Gryffindor for idiocy."

"But one hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor for sheer dumb luck" said Professor McGonagall. Professor Snape glared at McGonagall, before limping off, revealing a bit mark on his leg.

Once all the professors had gone, Harry wondered aloud "where did Professor Snape get that bite mark?"

Neville piped in "I heard from the Weasley twins, that there is a giant three headed dog guarding some trap door in the third floor corridor. Professor Snape's wounds look like a giant dog could have done it."

Harry pondered about that. "I wonder if what is under the glass door has anything to do with the package that Hagrid got from Gringotts when he took me out shopping during the summer."

"Well, anyway, thanks for saving me."

And so Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Neville became friends that day.

Harry arrived at breakfast the weekend after Halloween to check up on the mail and to eat. He had gotten some letters from the Americans. Apparently they were having no problems with his tyranny, and a party was even fully endorsing him.

Apparently the Republican party had gone full on Tyrant, and were actively supporting the downfall of the American government for the freedom of individual citizens. They wanted the government to be on the road to ruin, dependent on Americans to volunteer to rescue it.

They had asked Harry what his stance on the Dreamers in the USA was; latino illegal aliens that helped do low wage jobs. Harry wrote down that he was against them becoming citizens, as they would strengthen the government. But Harry wrote that is not always the case. If there were billions of refugees in a different situation, then they would be hurting the government.

Harry suspected that many of the latino illegal aliens were for a strong government that told the population how to live their lives, that they were Rulers. Democrats. And so Harry was opposed to them becoming citizens.

Sending the letter, Neville approached Harry.

"What do you think is being guarded by that giant dog?"

"I don't know. I suspect that Hagrid must have something to do with it. He had been carrying some valuable for the headmaster when I went with him to Diagon Alley. It was in a small package."

Hagrid had then entered the hall. Harry and Neville ran up to Hagrid. "Hagrid, I haven't had a chance to meet you since school has started. Is there a time and place where we could meet up."

"Ser, we could meet up in me shack this afternoon. But imma busy rite now, se I gotta run."

Hagrid moved on past Harry and Neville towards to head table where the professors ate.

Harry and Neville spent the rest of the time studying Potions and Charms, while reading up on some History of Magic. Before the afternoon arrived, they caught up with Hermione and Ron.

When it was the afternoon, the gang walked down to Hagrid's shack. Outside of it, it was a decrepit thing, with a square log design.

Harry knocked on the door, and Hagrid opened the door. "Ello, and who arre all of you."

Harry introduced Hermione and Ron to Hagrid. "And this issa my house. It isnta much, but ita will do."

Harry noticed that the interior was rustic, and sparse, With a giant fireplace, where a boulder sat, oval shaped, and being heated by the low flames.

"Whatta do you wanta talk abot" Hagrid asked.

After Hermione asked the niceties, Harry was curious about the beast in the third floor corridor. And Hagrid was the game master, he dealt with all the animals of Hogwarts, maybe he would know.

"What do you know of a giant three headed dog in the third floor corridor?"

"You meana Fluffy?"

"Fluffy" Hermione said in surprise.

"Yeah."

"Er, is Fluffy guarding something?"

"Now that is between Headmaster Dumbledore and Flamel."

"Flamel?"

"Oopsa, I shouldn't have said that."

"What's that in the fireplace" Ron asked.

"Oh, thatsa dragon egg."

"A dragon egg?"

"Yep, got it from a card game in a pub with a bloke, I did."

Hermione had gotten exasperated at this point. "Dragons are dangerous."

Hermione then went on a lecture of all the dangers of dragons. After her lecture they had rock hard cakes. Ron threw his in the fire without Hagrid noticing.

And soon the trip to Hagrid's had ended. Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Ron walked back up to the castle. "it's all about Flamel. That is our only clue. We should split up and research Flamel in the library. Maybe during Christmas break during the holidays."

They had all agreed.

The next day, Harry had gotten more mail from the Republican party. Asking if the vote was fraudulent. Harry saw another opportunity to weaken the nation, and said that he supported that it was.

The Republicans had also asked Harry about mask mandates. Harry had gotten the report on whether it was more expensive to implement lockdowns or to let the citizenry die and lose out on tax money. As far as people could tell, the government lost more in tax money from dead children then lost in lockdowns.

So Harry was for fighting the mask mandates, as it increased the death toll of children and citizens, reducing the tax base and weakening the government.

Harry was sure that the Democrats would be for saving the children lives, but that was at the cost of deciding for the people. Harry's way had the citizens deciding how to rescue the government, not the other way around.

Harry had thought that his position was indefensible, but apparently free will was so important, as well as giving the opportunity for citizens to rescue the government, that they were willing to accept his car wreck of policies.

Harry put the letter down and walked to the Owlery to send another letter to the Americans. Harry always got very confused when he implemented his policies. He got even more confused when large hordes of supporters would follow them, even if they were blatantly for weakening America. He guessed that people just like the opportunity to overcome tyranny in their own private lives.

For the rest of November and December Harry, Neville, Ron, and Hermione looked up Flamel in the library, school books, and asked around. No one could tell them who Flamel was.

"Flamel must be a friend of Dumbledore. Maybe someone in the Ministry."

"No, I swear I have heard the name before. Some one historical" said Neville "I just can't remember."

"Maybe the answers are in the Restricted Section of the library" said Harry. "We should be able to look there for it."

"We need permission from a professor to do that" said Hermione.

"Not if we break in" said Harry.

Hermione looked agape, and Neville was ready to protest, before Harry said "remember Neville, you are a Tyrant."

Neville stopped mid word, and dropped down his face in defeat.

Ron seemed to think it was a good idea. "Sure, this is pretty important. I think that Professor Snape did try to steal it, after all."

Hermione was ready to protest, but gave up. Ron was stuck in his ways, believing with no doubt in his mind, that on Halloween night Professor Snape unleashed the troll as a distraction to try to steal what was being guarded by the giant dog in the trap door on the third floor corridor.

So it was decided, at night Harry would sneak into the library and look in the restricted section.

And so night came, and Harry snuck off from the Gryffindor dorms, out into the castle halls, and down to the library, where he snuck in and went to the Restricted Section.

Harry scanned through book after book, not finding mentions of Flamel. But Harry stopped at a reference in a spell book, "Fiendfyre: a dark wizard's greatest accomplishment?"

Harry stopped and looked down at the chapter describing it. "Fiendfyre is a spell unleashed by a wizard that is very hard to control. It is a flame that destroys all that it touches, including cursed objects. It can even consume the caster. It is up to the caster to betray their spell and to control it, lest they get consumed by it as well."

Harry was reminded of the Republican party. Inviting him in as Tyrant was like unleashing fiendfyre on the government. He would destroy everything, unless the very same people that cast him, end up betraying him, and suppress his damage and take out his flame, lest they be consumed as well.

Harry then gave up on his search for Flamel, concluding that Flamel must be some fringe relation to Dumbledore. Maybe he could ask the Headmaster who Flamel is? But Dumbledore would be too smart for that and realize quickly that he is investigating the third floor corridor.

Giving up, Harry returned to his dorms.

The next day, the comparison to fiendfyre, a very destructive spell, to his tyranny, worried Harry. He was worried about how popular tyranny was getting. About leading a country to its ruin, and expecting the citizenry to save it. If people weren't careful, it would consume them as well.

Harry could take care of himself, and is less destructive invited in than if left outside. Only those like that should be his supporters.

Tyrants kinda hate their supporters.

Harry sent a letter, worried about how just any body could support him.

Harry then went to the Great Hall to meet Hermione for the last time before break. Hermione, Neville, and Ron were going back to their homes for Christmas break, which started the next day, and today was the last days before he could meet up with them.

"Hey Harry" said Hermione "while we are gone, will you go to the library and investigate Flamel more for us."

"Sure" Harry lied.

"What are you doing for your break?" asked Ron to Neville and Hermione.

"We're going skiing in France" said Hermione, while Neville said proudly "I am starting my Tyrantship over the Commonwealth. I feel kind of bad about supporting all the things that I am supposed to support."

Harry waved away his comment "just run it too the ground, giving freedom for your citizenry, your supporters, to betray you and save the government. Remember, each Tyrant candidate has a destructdate, like a mandate, but to destroy an aspect of government. If they over reach, their owns supporters should betray them."

"If you say so" said Neville "personally being a Ruler seems so much safer."

Harry was reminded of the last president, a Tyrant wannabe.

"I'll miss you Harry" said Hermione.

"Yeah" said Ron "we'll miss you mate."