Remnant Legacy
A/N: I own nothing but the idea of this story; all rights belong to J.K. Rowling
Before I get on with the chapter, I would like to address something: reviews. Now this isn't something about negative reviews, I just wanted to ask for your help with my writing, so from here on out, I'll be responding only to reviews spanning beyond a compliment.
Geetac- For this story I'll be using the latter version that I referred to.
Chapter 3- The song of Sorting
The sever figure of Professor McGonagall appeared. "The First years Professor McGonagall" Hagrid said.
"Thank you Hagird, I'll take them now." The aged witch said, motioning her college into the castle, then lead the students inside. Once they were in the foyer McGonagall addressed them, "In a moment you will pass through these doors and be sorted into the four houses : Gryffindor, Ravencalw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin; all prestigious houses with a long line of notable witches and wizards. During you time here you house will be you home, you housemates you family and should be regarded as such. Achievements and success will earn you house points, misconduct will lose points; on behalf of the Hogwarts Staff I wish you all good luck."
With that she opened the doors and lead the first years into the Great Hall they passed through the middle of the four tables that line the room. Overhead hundreds of candles provided illumination to the hall; the celling projected a view showed that this was indeed a magic school. "I read in Hogwarts: A History that it's enchanted to show the night's sky" Hermione said, clearly awed at the sight.
"That may be, but reading about something and actually seeing it is quite different." Jasmine said, looking the same.
They found themselves at the foot of the staff table, where McGonagall had place a stool with a tattered black hat with a wide brim. The hat twitched and through a rip it began ot sing:
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
Clapping filled the air as McGonagall returned carrying a roll of parchment and called out for a 'Hanna Abbot' who was sorted into Hufflepuff. And so it went with students were called out, the hat was placed on their heads and they were sorted into one of the houses.
Tracy was soon sorted into Slytherin, as she walked off the stage, her robes shifted from a blank form to the green and silver of the house of serpents. Soon Hermione and Daphne were sorted into Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively. "Jewelhart, Jasmine." The bronzette stepped up to the hat. A few minutes and some of the students began to murmur, worried. Suddenly the hat seemed to come to a decision:
"Ravenclaw!" Jasmine smiled at the others before making her way toward the indicated table.
The sorting continued with an even spread of students being added to each house, including a set of twins being sorted into different houses. Finally, Harry knew it was coming:
"Potter, Harry" At once murmurs began to rise as he strode towards the hat, once he put it one all went silent.
"Ah Mr. Potter, I've been waiting to meet you."
"Who's there? Where are you?"
"Hush Mr. Potter, I am the sorting hat, this is how I make my decisions; so shall we begin?" the hat said gently.
"Yes sir."
"Respectful, that's good, let's take a peek then… Brave, very brave life you've lived so far; a sense of duty and honor, like you mother yes; hardworking and tireless; not a bad mind, eager to learn. You want to prove yourself. Cunning as well; now where to put you? Let's see you can work long and hard but, you don't trust easily so Hufflepuff is out; you are slightly ambitious, but only to the point of making people notice you, I don't advise Slytherin then. On the same note your eagerness to learn isn't purely academic I see; my decision is clear: Gryffindor!"
Harry removed the hat and headed towards the table, his robe turning red and gold after he was seated the red-haired twins clapped him on the back while Hermione gave him a quick hug.
Soon the sorting closed with 'Zabini, Blaise' going into Slytherin. With that an ancient man with a flowing white beard and flamboyant robes stood up to address the congregation: "welcome all to another year of Hogwarts, before we dig into this delicious feast I have a few notices that I must address, Mr. Filtch would like me to remind you all that magic is not permitted along the hallways; the Forbidden Forest is out-of-bounds to students." At this he seemed to aim a glance at the twins before continuing "Additionally, the 3rd floor corridor is forbidden to anyone that does not wish to die a painful death; with that I'll leave you all with a few choice words: Nitwit! Oddment! Blubber! Tweak!" Leaving the whole hall with an assortment of expressions ranging from grinning to dumbfounded.
"Is he mad?" Harry wondered out loud.
"He's a genius, a bit mad yeas, I'm Percy by the way." An older red head; probably was the twins' brother.
Soon Harry and the rest of the first years were led up a series of staircases to a portrait of an obese lady in a pink dress, who asked for a password before opening and allowing the students to clamber up through. Percy soon directed them towards their dorms and Harry bid Hermione goodnight. Soon Harry became acquainted with his dorm mates: Dean, a dark-skinned boy it positive disposition, Seamus, Irish with the stereotypical temper but, an all-around nice guy. Then there was Ronald Weasley a red head that attempted to dominate all of Harry's attention as soon as they met. Had Harry been the shy boy that had craved attention a few months before, he may have welcomed him with open arms. As it was Ronald came off as annoying, his attempts at getting into Harry's good graces did him no favors either.
After the rest of the boys had fallen asleep Harry sat stroking Hedwig, lightly running a finger over her head, softly telling the owl about his day, new friends and all else she wasn't there for; earing an affectionate nip before the owl flew off to the school owlery. Harry laid down on his bed, enjoying the simple comfort of a soft place to sleep as he drifted off; dreaming about his new life.
As the rest of his staff filtered out of his office Albus Dumbledore fluidly slipped off his grandfatherly smile for his normal stoic expression.
'So we can finally begin.' He thought. Popping a lemon drop into his mouth, savoring the sweet and sour flavor.
Suddenly, his body seized and he began to cough violently, taking a handkerchief he spat; examining the contents showed a mixture of phlegm and blood, shaking his head he once again cursed his foolish brother and his thrice blasted curse that brought him down to this state. Looking over, his eyes landed on the phoenix perched in front of his desk glaring at him with a 'you deserve this' look, "Stupid bird" he grumbled as he regarded the files in front of him, all pertaining to one Harry Potter, the boy who shoed so much potential and would be integral in ridding him of Abaforth's curse. Shame the boy would have to die along the way, but all in all it would serve the "Greater Good."
Albus lived by two creeds: the world is his oyster and existed as such; the other pertained to the Dumbledore family motto: "Es ist immer die versteckte Klinge, die durchbohrt" or It is always the hidden blade that pierces; its what lead to the whole personal of the great, kind and wise mage that he used as a front, leading the title bestowed upon him: "Leader of The Light".
Now, to begin this next phase of the plan revolving around the boy; observed and find ways of sheparding him. He chuckled at the thought, he was after all in the education business, it was his duty as they boy's headmaster. In the meantime they would rest then he would start and not make any mistakes like he had with Tom; Potter would stay under his control and would do anything for "The Light":
Even becoming a martyr.
So yeah, this is my take on an evil Dumbledore. Thoughts?
Luna- Honestly, Luna is one of the most unusual subjects in Harry Potter fanfiction in general: She's sweet, quirky and insightful; not all necessary in that order. She's usually used to bring some insight and/or levity to a story and helps deliver the point an author wants to make. Also, she's often made into a seeress to explain her usual manner. In Harem Fanfiction she more often than not the one who comes up with the idea of making a harem for Harry and finds girls, usually those close to him to join; all the while rationalizing away any negative views and such against Harry being with more than one girls; whether that or she's the girl who joins the group because she just loves being our precious little cinnamon roll.
On another note, my niece came early yesterday so my whole family is celebrating the occasion and I'll be expecting my own birthday at the end of the week, so yay me!
