The craziness from last night's dramatic reveal is no longer as murky as before. Now many of the students can hardly seem to contain their excitement. For many, the thought of being a rare acceptance into a house that has never opened its doors before now was thrilling. Through their minds, it was like being considered a 'chosen one.'

By nine o'clock all of the students had filed in and were once again taking up seating in the same places, as they were last night. Having not yet been sorted, the first years were still permitted to sit anywhere they wished. By nine-thirty the teachers have lined up all Seventh year students near the sorting hat. But before the sorting could begin, the hat once again regarded what he said last night in order to make it clear just how important this was. His voice still low and serious he spoke:

"It began with an idea,

A thousand years ago,

Four people came together,

That is what you know.

These four great people were the founders,

The greatest magic users from their Time,

Who upon these grounds established this school,

And it was positively sublime.

Bold Gryffindor was the bravest,

And with great courage he led,

Fair Ravenclaw was the smartest,

Who preferred brains to brawns instead.

Next there was Sweet Hufflepuff,

Whose heart certainly shown brightest,

Lastly there was shrewd Slytherin,

Whose belief in loyalty hasn't wavered in the slightest.

And their idea was a noble one,

To teach magic to sorcerers through and through,

But as it was, they didn't know the implications,

Until someone else came who knew.

Now I can imagine this might shock you,

But your history got things wrong,

These halls became slightly more crowded,

Once the fifth founder came along.

A fellow worthy of legends,

Who taught the founders magic both new and old,

For Never was a man more powerful than he,

With eyes glowing molten gold.

This castle had long ago been his home,

Before the founders' search,

A great kingdom upon it lay,

An even greater king upon its perch.

However, long the kingdom had been gone,

The castle still stood mighty and tall,

His single request to allow its use,

Was that it would stand the test of time and prove to be a magic safe haven for all.

The years in this school's making flew by far to quickly,

Those who heard of the fifth founder's involvement were few,

At last the time came when the man had to leave,

His true identity and purpose only the founders knew.

His departure was met with despondency,

And a rift was made between friends,

Together for the last time as a group created their friend's house,

But kept it closed with magic until the need for it begins.

Alas the time has come,

The old Religion is crying out,

The hold on the closed house doors are opened,

To be filled with the rare worthy few no doubt.

Those who fill its ranks,

Have been too long awaited,

Just hold your breath and listen close to grasp a glimpse of those,

With destinies unabated.

Now that sorting into this precious house,

May finally begin,

A re-sorting of all at Hogwarts shall commence,

To find those students belonging in his house within."

"Blimey," said Ron, "do you think we're going to be resorted?" he asks looking at Harry who just shrugs and Hermione who still looks expectantly towards the hat with narrowed eyes waiting to see what happens. "Oh! Maybe Harry will be resorted. With all that talk about destinies and stuff. I mean, he has the biggest destiny of anybody here! Taking down 'You-Know-Who' and all that."

"Shhhh!" Hermione sounds as she turns quickly to Ron with a finger over her lips to quiet him. A few people seated nearby who heard the remark gave them dirty looks before turning their heads back towards the front. Rumors have spread about Harry and Dumbledore using the comeback of a Dark Lord in order to seek attention or overthrow the Ministry. That is why Delores Umbridge is now seated at the teacher's table. That is also why Harry and Dumbledore are portrayed in such horrible lighting at the moment. Nobody wants to believe it so they take to hating the ones who brought out the news.

"But Ron's right," Harry freaks, "what if all this is happening because of Voldemort? Like the house has awoken in the face of some great evil. If my destiny really is being me supposed to stop him, then what if it decides to move me?"

Merlin can't help but feel a little irritated at Harry. It's not his fault really. How could he know that something far bigger than Voldemort is occurring behind the scenes?

"Adeline, Hailey!" Professor McGonagall's voice bellowed. The sorting has begun.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Anderson, Chesney!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Atkins, Callum!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Merlin didn't really bother paying attention. He did not recognize any of these people. Time and time again, most of the students were simply being replaced into their original houses. He could tell that a lot of the students were getting a little bored as the excitement wore thin. But then it happened. "Hughes, Leon!" McGonagall's voice bellowed and Merlin spun around. This was it! Sir Leon was about to once again take up his rightful place at the round table.

The boy was in his last year at Hogwarts. It wasn't a surprise; he had always been older than the rest of them. Timidly he made his way up to the stool to be sorted. The students sitting around the tables were chatting away idly by as they dismissed the sorting a while ago. Time froze; however, once the sorting hat made its verdict. Until this point, nobody had ever heard the fifth founder's identity. Even the old ghosts who floated idly by watching the scene felt struck with realization.

"Emrys!" the name shouted and everyone looked directly at Leon. He too appeared frozen on the spot. The fifth founder had been identified and this was his first house sorting.

Having not yet stood up, Professor McGonagall, "MHM! Mr. Hughes, if you would now take a seat in you new designated house." He nodded slowly and shakily walked to the round table to sit. "Now, let us continue!"

Everyone paid much more attention after that but nobody else had yet been chosen. Leon remains sitting alone at the round table waiting. Finally, another boy was called up. "Phillips, Morien!"

"Emrys!" The sorting hat cried out again and the boy made his way over next to Leon. The last seventh year students to be resorted to the round table was one by the name of Gareth Wood. There were others who were resorted though and Merlin recognized them. Subconsciously all other students who were resorted and did not belong to the round table immediately found themselves seated at the smaller rectangular one. This was also similar to those Knights of the Round Table to subconsciously sit in specific seats. Many at the rectangular table were knights of Camelot with less ranking than the others and therefore found seating elsewhere. An exception to the knights was by a face that Merlin did not particularly wish to see. Nimueh Rukin, a previous Slytherin, was found sitting among the lesser ranked knights and so far was the only female resorted. How can Merlin look at her and not remember that their last meeting resulted in her death? Granted, she might not yet remember those circumstances but he certainly could. It was a bitter thought.

The seventh year sorting ended with eight resorted students. Now, all of the sixth year students were excitedly waiting in line to give it a go.

"Well that was a real disappointment," Fred said now seated back at the Gryffindor table by the trio and Merlin.

"The people being chosen are some of the real arrogant athletic types," continued George. "Have you noticed only one seventh year girl made the cut? And she's never been one of those outgoing sorts."

"I agree Georgie, but she's always been rather powerful with that magic of hers," said Fred again.

"So what do you think make these students different from everyone else?" Hermione asked intrigued.

"Beats us," replied the twins together.

"Oh, sixth years are starting," said Ron now once again looking towards the sorting.

The sorting starts off and people are continuously being put back in their old houses. Will not call everyone who goes up to be sorted again. Will call all the main characters and other resorted students such as the 'Round Table' knights and a few extras because it is a role call after all. All fifth year students will be called up assuming I managed to get them all that it.

"Beau-Vezard, Julien!"

"Slytherin!"

"Bell, Katie!"

"Gryffindor!"…

"Bursnell, Urien!" – A previous Slytherin.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Chang, Cho!"

"Ravenclaw!"…

"Cole, Breuner!"- A previous Hufflepuff

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Cooper, Ector!"- A previous Ravenclaw

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Domville, Kay!"- A previous Hufflepuff

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Grail, Claudin!"- A previous Ravenclaw

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Green, Percival!"- A previous Gryffindor.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Harrow, Gawain!"- A previous Gryffindor

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Shelsher, Elyan!"- A previous Gryffindor

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

When the previous three knights were called, Merlin couldn't help but smile. Back in Camelot he had always been on good terms with all of the round table knight who regarded him as Arthur's unyieldingly faithful servant but there were a few whom Merlin had developed deep bonds with. These guys were three of them.

"Witte, Feirefiz"- A previous Slytherin.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

He was the last of The Round Table Knights in the sixth year. "There were a lot more people in that year than there were in the previous," Hermione examined.

"Well, if this new house is supposed to be all powerful and mighty or whatever, then what are Slytherins doing in it?" Ron asked with a disgusted look on his face. Merlin snorted at his but quickly covered it with a small clearing of his throat and the others who were staring at him looked away.

Now the sorting was to begin in the fifth year where Harry, Hermione, and Ron resided. Merlin waited patiently by at the table they were all previously seated until they returned.

"Abbott, Hannah!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Bones Susan!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Boot, Trevor!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Bulstrode, Milicent!"

"Slytherin!"

"Corner, Michael!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Cornfoot, Stephen!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Crabbe, Vincent!"

"Slytherin!"

"Davis, Geraint!"- A previous Slytherin.

"Emrys!"- (Round Table)

"Davis, Tracey!"

"Slytherin!"

"Entwhistle, Kevin!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Finnigan, Seamus!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Gelson, Hoel!"- A previous Gryffindor.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Goldstein, Anthony!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Goyle, Gregory!"

"Slytherin!"

"Granger, Hermione!"- Part of the Golden Trio.

"Emrys!" She didn't know when she closed her eyes but now she opened them in shock. No longer was she located in the Gryffindor house that she had come to know. She made her way over to the small rectangular table right by two students who introduced themselves as 'Nimueh' and 'Gillie,' then she looked back over to Ron and Harry to see them looking sympathetically at her as they waited to be sorted as well.

"Greengrass, Daphne!"

"Slytherin!"

"Happer, Lucan!" – A previous Hufflepuff.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Hopkins, Wayne!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Jones, Megan!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"King, Arthur!"- A previous Gryffindor and one of the most popular students in the school, besides Harry.

"Emrys!" (Round Table) As the highest-ranking noble, his chair is equivalent to that of Albus Dumbledore. His back faces the professors completely and is positioned facing the entrance doors of the hall. Where he sits, regardless of his high popularity status, no one sits beside him. Both chairs on either side remain empty.

"Li, Su!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Longbottom, Neville!"

"Gryffindor!"

"MacDougal, Morag!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Macmillan, Ernie!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Malfoy, Draco!"

"Slytherin!"

"Nott, Theodore!"

"Slytherin!"

"Parkinson, Pansy!"

"Slytherin!"

"Patil, Parvati!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Patil, Padma!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Potter, Harry!" Everyone really paid attention to this one. He was the school celebrity, the chosen one, the 'Boy-Who-Lived.' Everyone wanted to know how Potter fit into all of this. He looked to his two best friend: Ron, who was still in the remaining crowd of students awaiting to be sorted, and Hermione, who was already resorted and now sitting at the one of the Emrys tables. This was it, the moment of truth; he put the hat on.

'Well, well, well. We meet again young Potter,' says the hat in his head.

'Let's just get this over with,' Harry thinks back.

'What's the hurry? Afraid of the change?'

'A little yeah.'

'You know, being accepted into the house of Emrys is a great honour. It is only admitting to a few whom have very specific destinies ahead of them. Those to sit at the round table alone hold the nobility of knighthood and the strengths of loyalty, courage, and unyielding spirit. Do not so quickly judge such a prominent house as this.'

'Does this mean that you are going to resort me there with Hermione?'

'Not at all boy! I stick by my previous decision and that is where you shall remain. So my answers is'… "Gryffindor!" The three friends' faces fell; they are being separated. Harry begrudgingly walked back to the Gryffindor table where Martin still sat.

"Scott, Pellinore!"- A previous Gryffindor.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Shelsher, Guinevere!"-A previous Ravenclaw.

"Emrys!" (Round Table) As the only female at the Round table she tends to stick out. Her seat, as always, remains fixed on Arthur's left hand side.

"Smith, Zacharias!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Thomas, Dean!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Turpin, Lisa!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Weasley, Ronald!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Wigan, Lancelot!"- A previous Gryffindor.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Wright, Dagon!"- A previous Slytherin.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Zabini, Blaise!"

"Slytherin!"

This is the ending of fight year resorting. Fourth years are readying to begin the next wave.

"So I guess this is it. We are no longer all together," Ron spoke quietly. "The common room is going to be different without her there. Why do you suppose we didn't make the cut?"

"You wanted to be resorted?" Merlin asked.

"Can you blame me? The house is mysterious and exclusive! Not to mention Hermione made it in. How can I not want to be in his house?" It was a little over dramatic but Ron could often do that to things.

"I am a bit surprised that she was resorted. It never occurred to me that…" Merlin trailed off. "What about you Harry? Would you have liked to be re-sorted?"

Harry just shrugged. "I don't know anymore. After what the Sorting hat said, I have been second guessing it."

"Well it's too late now mate," said Ron sadly.

"What exactly did the sorting hat say?" Merlin asked with a very curious expression etched onto his face.

"He said that, 'It is only admitting to a few whom have specific destinies ahead of them. Those to sit at the round table alone hold the nobility of knighthood and the strengths of loyalty, courage, and unyielding spirit. Do not so quickly judge such a prominent house as this.'" Harry noticed Martin huff and lean back a little with an expression that resembled annoyance.

"Why so sour mate?" Asked Ron. "Is it because you want to be in the new house too? I mean, surely if you end up in one of the others they could turn out just as great." Ron tried to give Merlin the most encouraging smile he could muster but it did not have an affect, house sorting wasn't the problem.

"Hey look, fourth years are next," Merlin said and pointed to the students grouped around that hat like before.

"Beaumains, Galehault!"- A previous Gryffindor

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Burrows, Erec!"- A previous Hufflepuff.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Creevey, Collin!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Cynan, Calo!"- A previous Ravenclaw.

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Galis, Aglovale!"- A previous Slytherin.

"Emrys!"- (Round Table)

"Hardy, Tristan!"

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Hill, Bedivere!"

"Emrys!" (Round Table)

"Lovegood, Luna!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Weasley, Ginny!"

"Gryffindor!"

The fourth years had ended. A run through of both third and second passed with only a few students from each and none of them filled the remaining two spots located at the round table. One was still next to Arthur King and the other still stood next to Hoel Gelson on the other side. But there were a few people who took places at the rectangular table accompanying it. By now the rectangular table had taken only thirty-seven students, eight of which were females including Hermione. Something about the house of 'Emrys' screamed 'Male!'

"First years are left Martin, you should make your way over to them and be sorted," Ron told him.

And so he did. He made his way over to the hat and stood to get sorted. That was when he spotted the boy. Even with the passing of fourteen hundred years, Merlin would recognize him anywhere. He has shaggy, curly brown hair that ends above his eyes, which are light blue with dark rims. His cheeks give off only the faintest hint of chubbiness and a narrow pointed chin.

"Druidson, Mordred!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out and the boy stepped up to be sorted. At this age he was around eleven or twelve and looked exactly the same as when Merlin first met him.

"Emrys!" The hat cried out and the boy took to the Round table right next to Hoel Gelson as the youngest student seated there. Now only one seat remained and all of the other first years had finally been sorted. As an older transfer student, Merlin is to be sorted last.

"Ambrosias, Martin!" Slowly Merlin made his way to the hat and the Professor placed it graciously upon his head. Only a moment passed before it began to speak…

'Hello Emrys, the time has come. Your destiny is right around the corner waiting to be seized. Your fellow comrades cannot yet remember their previous existences but the time will come. A gift to you from the founders is time. Time to prepare and reestablish yourselves. The darkness is fast approaching; Albion's darkest hour is upon us. Have faith…' "Emrys!" The hat yelled into the Great hall and everyone stared in silence. So Merlin gathered himself up, and walked deliberately to the Round Table taking the last remaining seat on Arthur's right hand side.

All the ghosts around the room remained watching; except for the Grey Lady and Bloody Baron who had been discussing with Dumbledore. Together the two floated forward slightly in the direction of the Round Table and did something that shocked everyone. The two bowed in their respects. Then the other ghosts, going by example, also came forward and bowed their respects before all of them vanished from the room and the single voice of Ronald Weasley was enough to break the silence. "Bloody Hell!"

The Ron and Harry watched eagerly as Martin was being sorted. He didn't look scared in the slightest but still made his way up there slowly.

"What do you think he'll get?" Asked Ron." Maybe Ravenclaw? He always seems so knowledgeable when he discusses books and such with Hermione."

Speaking of said girl, both boys look over to see her sitting at the rectangular table next to a petite brown haired witch and a boy that looks eerily like Harry's cousin Dudley except younger and a little too thin. They appeared to be making mild chitchat as they stared up at Merlin where the sorting hat had been placed on his head.

"I hope he's in Gryffindor," says Ron again. "What do you think Harry?"

"I don't know he still seems off to me… I can't believe Hermione has been moved."

"Emrys!" The boys heard the shout behind them and turned to see Martin with the hat on his head. He has just been sorted and the two Gryffindors looked at each other in shock and then back at Martin who had just taken the last seat next to Arthur King.

"But how…" Began Ron when suddenly all of the ghosts turned and bowed to those at the Round Table. Ron didn't even realize how quiet the room was until he said "Bloody Hell!" and everybody heard him.