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Chapter 11
"Well then...," said Harry with a big smile while scratching the huge black dog behind the ears. "Let's get a compartment."
"Be careful you four," said Remus and bent down to the black dog.
"Always," smirked Draco.
"You know us," added Ron smiling.
"Yes…," said Mr. Weasley slowly, "…and that's the problem."
Harry pouted and Hermione led the way to the end of the train where a single compartment was still empty except for a girl with blond hair that was reading a magazine upside down. Somehow they always ended up in the same one.
The train gave a warning noise and they jumped on while waving to the adults. When the train started to leave, Harry bent down to the black dog one last time.
"Don't do anything stupid Padfoot. I'm gonna miss you."
The dog barked and licked his hand before he went back to stand by the other adults. They waved until they couldn't see the station anymore then leaned back in their seats.
"So… who is that?" asked Ron a little uncomfortably as he looked at the blond girl. She had her wand tucked behind her ear and seemed to be totally engrossed in her magazine. All in all she looked very strange.
She didn't look up but Harry saw a slight smile on her face when she suddenly spoke up. "My name is Luna Lovegood."
Harry bowed his head. "It's a pleasure to meet you Luna. I'm-"
"I know who you are," she said and looked at each of them with big blue eyes. "You are Harry Potter. And your companions are Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Draco Black."
Draco looked at her in bafflement and sat down. "How do you know I changed my name?"
"The nargels told me…," she answered and seemed to look right through him.
'Nargels?' mouthed Draco to Harry who grinned slightly.
He sat down and looked at the magazine that Luna had been reading. He saw that it was called The Quibbler and chuckled. "Why are you reading it upside down?"
She smiled. "I was doing a crossword. If you read it like that it shows a spell to detect Willybadis."
"What the heck are Willybadis?" asked Ron perplexed.
"Oh please," huffed Hermione. "Those aren't actual creatures. This magazine is writing about lots of stuff that doesn't exist."
"My dad is the Editor," said Luna and picked the magazine up again.
Hermione blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you…"
Luna said nothing and they looked at each other. Draco shrugged and enlarged his trunk to take out a book. Suddenly the door opened and Neville Longbottom, followed by Ginny stood there. Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw that he was carrying a strange pulsing plant in his arms that looked a little bit like a cactus. Ginny grinned at him and entered the compartment.
"Can… we sit here? Everywhere e-else is full…," asked Neville shyly.
"Of course Nev," smiled Harry. "Have a seat."
Neville stared at him. "H-harry? Is that… you?"
Harry shook his head. "Naw… I'm just an evil imposter under Polyjuice. Harry is sitting in my seven compartment trunk."
"Um… okay?" said Neville, suddenly wanting to leave.
Ginny grabbed him by the arm and led him to a free seat. "He is just joking. Of course this is Harry."
Neville greeted Ron and Hermione and when his eyes fell on Draco he nearly fell off his seat.
"Wh-what a-are you d-doing here?" he stuttered wide eyed.
"Relax Longbottom. I'm not going to eat you. At least not now…," said Draco smirking. "I'm sitting here with my friends reading a book as you can see."
Neville stared at him. "B-but…," he looked at Harry. "But Malfoy?"
"Is really my friend, and no longer goes by the name Malfoy. He is Draco Black now."
Neville said nothing and Hermione leaned forward to look at the strange plant he was carrying like a precious baby. "What is that Neville?"
Neville smiled proudly. "This is a Mimbulus Mimbeltonia. I got it from Gran for my birthday. She said since I'm really good at Herbology I should try to raise my own plant and help it survive until next summer."
Ron eyed the plant carefully as it pulsed. "Is it… dangerous?"
Neville shook his head. "No. But it has an awesome self-protecting mechanism. Do you want to see it?" He took a sharp quill out of his cloak and Harry shook his head.
"Sorry Nev, but we have to go to the Prefect's meeting."
His eyes widened. "Oh! I nearly forgot about that! Where was it supposed to be held again?"
Draco looked at him oddly and Neville cowered in his seat. "Do you want to tell us… that you are a Prefect too?"
Neville nodded shyly and showed them the badge on his chest. "Y-yes. I got the badge with my letter."
Hermione looked at Harry. "So we have… four Gryffindor Prefects? I sure doubt that this happened by accident."
Harry shrugged and smiled at Neville. "Then come on. The meeting is being held in the first car of the train. And we don't want to miss such an interesting thing now, do we?"
Ron snorted and they left Ginny and Luna alone in the compartment with the promise to return as soon as possible. Ginny nodded and started to play with Crookshanks who was curled at her feet, and Luna just nodded absently.
Harry regretted being made a Prefect the second they entered the compartment and had to listen to a long-winded speech about the responsibilities and rules from the Head Boy and Head Girl. He looked at Hermione and even she seemed to be bored out of her mind after only five minutes.
Thirty minutes later the Head Boy, Roger Davies, took out a scroll and looked at each of them.
"Well… it's a little bit strange that there are ten Prefects now. Normally there are only six, but Professor Dumbledore assured me in his letter that it is correct. So… he sent me ten scrolls with the planned patrols that you will be responsible for during the term. Read it carefully this evening before you go to bed."
He handed out the scrolls and started another long lecture about the things they had to do on a patrol. Even Hermione didn't bother to listen, and Harry poked her softly in the side and she had to try not to laugh. She swatted his hand away and Harry heard Neville chuckle quietly when she softly whacked him on the head.
He pouted and she looked around and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Harry looked at Neville out of the corner of his eye and saw that his eyes where wide now. Harry grinned at him and he looked away quickly.
"Neville sure has a problem with confidence," whispered Hermione, who had seen Neville's reaction, in Harry's ear.
Harry nodded. "Yeah… but he's a good guy."
Hermione nodded and they both looked at the ceiling as if praying for Roger Davies' rant to end. After another half an hour he dismissed them and they quickly hurried out of the compartment. Harry stopped when they were outside and looked at Draco.
"Um… where is Ron?" he asked.
Draco slapped his forehead. "Damn… wait a minute."
He disappeared into the compartment again and a short time later dragged a sleepy looking Ron out of it.
"Sorry guys," he said sheepishly. "I fell asleep in there."
They shared a good laugh and went back into their compartment to join Ginny and Luna again. Neville followed them and quietly sat down near the door.
"Hermione I'm astonished," said Harry playfully when they had closed the door. "You didn't even try to listen to our dear Head Boy. Who are you and what have you done with my bossy, rule-following girlfriend?"
Hermione sat down near the window. "Well… when I'm around you the normal rules don't apply. I thought you had already noticed that."
Harry chuckled and sat down next to her. He had to stifle a big yawn when he looked out of the window. He hadn't really slept much last night because of his worries about Voldemort.
"Is someone tired?" whispered Hermione in his ear when Draco and Ron started to play a game of chess while Neville and Ginny took out some exploding snap cards.
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "You don't know how much…"
Hermione grabbed his shoulders and slowly laid his head down onto her lap. Harry looked up at her and smiled and she bent down and gave him a small kiss.
He could see the concern in her eyes now. "But you haven't had any nightmares, have you?"
"No," said Harry and breathed in her scent. "Not anymore."
"So V-voldemort has nothing to do with it?" she asked and Harry closed his eyes when she started to massage his temples softly.
"He can't get through my Occlumency shields," he answered. "I felt him try it once, but he no longer can access my mind like he did before I finished my transformation."
Hermione stiffened and Harry opened his eyes to see her looking at him in alarm. "He tried to access your mind? What did he do?"
"I don't really know…," mumbled Harry. "… it was like I was running through a long corridor with black walls. I have no clue if it was accidental or if he wanted me to see it on purpose."
Hermione looked at him and then smiled softly. "I think you really should sleep a bit."
Harry nodded and closed his eyes again. "I must say, you are the most comfortable pillow I have ever had."
"Prat," she whispered and gave him another kiss on the forehead.
"Hermione?" asked Neville quietly after a while.
Harry felt Hermione move a little bit. "Yes?"
"Are you… are you and Harry a couple?"
He felt Hermione's hands in his hair and smiled when she answered. "Yes. I believe we are. He asked me to be his girlfriend over the holidays."
Neville said nothing else and Harry felt himself slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Harry?" he heard Hermione's voice. "Come on, wake up. We are nearly at Hogwarts."
He mumbled something incoherent and turned his head around.
"Please. Wake up honey," she said and Harry's eyes opened immediately.
"What did you call me?" he asked sleepily and sat up.
Hermione grinned at him. "It was the best way to get your attention. It worked, didn't it?"
"Um… well… yeah," he said and rubbed his head after she had given him a kiss.
With a flick of his wand they were all wearing their black school cloaks and Harry looked at Neville and broke out laughing.
He was black from head to toe and Ginny sat in front of him and was grinning from ear to ear.
"I lost seven times in exploding snap," Neville explained and tried to wish the ash away.
Hermione swished her wand and Neville now looked presentable again. Harry was still chuckling when the train started to slow, and grinned when it stopped at the station in Hogsmeade.
"Well then. Let's get a carriage," suggested Draco after he had shrunk his trunk again.
Harry looked at the horse-less carriages and stopped in his tracks. Where before there had been nothing pulling them, now there were some horse-like creatures with big wings. You could see every bone in their body under their leather-like skin, but somehow they still looked friendly.
He shook his head when Luna was suddenly next to him. "I can see them too, you know."
"You can?" asked Harry quietly when the others entered the carriage.
She nodded. "Yes."
Harry smiled sadly and patted one of the creatures carefully on the head. "These are Thestrals. You can only see them if you have seen death. Do you mind if I ask…"
"I saw my mother die," she explained. "She was experimenting with potions and one of them went horribly wrong."
"I'm sorry," he said.
She smiled at him and entered the carriage. "It was long ago."
Harry was silent for the rest of the ride to the castle, and realised where he was just as they entered the Great Hall where most of the students were already seated.
Dumbledore stood up when all students, including the new first years, where in the Hall and raised his hands. "It is a pleasure to see you all again this year and great to have some new faces here as well. I won't take up too much of your time, but I do have an announcement to make before the sorting starts."
The students started whispering and the Headmaster raised his hands again. "This year we will have a re-sorting; some of the older students have shown that they are better suited for houses other than the ones they are currently placed in. The re-sorting will only be for fifth years and above, so fourth years and below don't have to worry."
Professor McGonagall stepped forwards with the sorting hat and a stool. She carefully placed the hat on top of it and it immediately started to sing its song.
In times of old, when I was new
and Hogwarts barely started
the founders of our noble school
thought never to be parted.
United by a common goal
they had the selfsame yearning
to make the world's best magic school
and pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach"
The four good friends decided.
And never did they dream that they
might some day be divided.
For were there such friends anywhere
as Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw
so how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there, so I can tell
the whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
whose ancestry's purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
intelligence is surest"
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
with brave deeds to their name."
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot
and treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
when first they came to light.
for each of the four founders had
a house in which they might
take only those they wanted, so,
for instance, Slytherin
took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning just like him.
And only those of sharpest mind
were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest
and taught them all she knew
thus, the Houses and their founder's
maintained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
for several happy years
but then discord crept among us
feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four
had once held up our school
now turned upon each other and
divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
must meet an early end.
What with duelling and with fighting
and the clash of friend on friend.
And at last there came a morning
when old Slytherin departed
and though the fighting then died out
he left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
were whittled down to three
have the Houses been united
as they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
and you all know the score;
I sort you into Houses
because that is what I'm for.
But this year I'll go further,
listen closely to my song:
though condemned I am to split you
still I worry that it's wrong,
though I must fulfil my duty
and must quarter every year
still I wonder whether sorting
may not bring the end I fear.
But first I must remind you
of the oldest house that's here.
The Phoenixes will rise again
and teach the Darkness fear.
But not everyone of the Chosen
will be in this old house,
they are the key, so listen well:
Bring unity to the house.
When Shadow, Earth and Water
unite in their great fight,
Light and also Fire
will stand then on their right.
With snakes, ravens, lions and badgers
they have the chance to empower
So hear me out, hear what I shout:
Together you have great power
Oh, know the perils, read the signs
the warning history shows
for our Hogwarts is in danger
from external, deadly foes
and we must unite inside her
or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you...
let the Sorting now begin.
The hall was silent, no one started clapping as they always did, and not a sound was heard but for a few whisperings, and Harry, Ron, Draco and Hermione looked at each other.
"Did the hat just give us a warning of some sort?" asked Ron quietly.
"Brilliant observation weasel," retorted Draco as he rolled his eyes.
Harry looked around the hall and saw that most of the students had frowns on their faces. But no one seemed to really grasp what the hat had wanted to tell them with its song. He frowned when he thought about the song. What where the last three verses about? It sounded like it had something to do with their animagus forms…
Hermione nodded. "Yes… not only that. Harry? Did you hear what it also told us?"
He nodded. "I think this year will be more interesting then I first thought it would be."
Professor McGonagall stepped forward again and held her list up. "First the older students will be re-sorted. But again, only fifth years and above. Please line up in front of the podium."
Silence greeted her statement while the students positioned themselves in front of the small first years.
McGonagall nodded when they were all assembled. Harry was still thinking about the song from by the hat when he felt Hermione give his hand a light squeeze. He smiled at her and looked back towards the front as McGonagall called the first name.
"Bones, Susan!"
The hat took some time with her and finally shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry smiled when the younger Gryffindors broke into applause and he, Draco, Ron and Hermione joined in.
"Black, Draco!" read McGonagall.
Whispers broke out in the hall when Draco stepped forward. Harry guessed that it had something to do with Draco's new surname. Well… of course there was also the fact that Draco now had the name of a convicted murderer and the big question was why he had it.
Harry nearly laughed out loud when after not even twenty seconds had passed, the hat announced Draco's new… old house.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Hermione nudged him with her elbow. "Why did he even have to go up there? It was pretty clear anyway."
"Granger, Hermione!" called McGonagall, which shut Hermione up.
Harry squeezed Hermione's hand and she smiled cockily at him before she went up and sat down on the stool.
Harry, just like the rest of the hall waited for the hat's decision, but it seemed to be having a little chat with Hermione, so it took longer than expected.
Finally after two minutes the hat shouted out.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The hall cheered and the Ravenclaws seemed to be really pleased to have Hermione in their house now. Harry smiled. Of course a brilliant witch like her would be a very good addition for them.
"Longbottom, Neville!"
Neville hesitantly stepped forward and Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement when he saw that he was still carrying the Mimbulus Mimbeltonia. He could see that he was shaking a bit and sighed. The boy sure had a confidence problem…
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat after a short time and the badgers clapped.
Professor Sprout, who was the Head of Hufflepuff, seemed to be the most pleased and Harry guessed that it was because of Neville's talent in Herbology.
"Potter, Harry!" called McGonagall and everyone quieted down instantly.
Harry slowly made his way to the stool and sat down. McGonagall smiled sadly at him and then placed the hat on his head.
'Well, well Mr. Potter, I see you have changed quite a bit since our last chat,' said the hat with a slightly amused voice.
Harry chuckled and decided just to think about what he wanted to say. 'You could say that.'
'Then let's see what we've got here,' replied the hat. 'Courage and bravery… a Gryffindor for sure, and you have become quite smart too. Definitely a trait for Ravenclaw where young Ms. Granger now resides… and you are loyal to your friends and those you hold dear, just like Mr. Longbottom. Well that's a trait for Hufflepuff. But you also have become ambitious and cunning. How very Slytherin of you Mr. Potter. But no…'
'I guess you already made up your mind?' Harry wanted to know.
'That I did,' answered the hat. 'I told you before that you could become great in Slytherin. And now I won't let you choose.'
Harry sighed quietly. 'I guess arguing with you won't change your decision?'
The hat seemed to snort. A really odd noise. 'Not this time! Now I will put you where you belong! And no whining! Think about what I told you in my song.'
Harry thought about it a little bit and then a small smirk made its way to his face. 'Very well.'
The hat seemed surprised for a short moment but then Harry felt how it moved and he thought he could nearly feel the tension that was in the air. He adjusted the hat a little bit so that he could see the people in the Great Hall and winked at Hermione who was now seated at the Ravenclaw table, who just gave him a knowing smile. He gave a short nod to Ron who was still standing in the line of waiting students and he nodded back a bit hesitantly. And lastly he looked at Draco and smirked. The newest Black immediately understood.
'Then my decision will be final,' stated the hat. 'Maybe there is a chance for you to bring the houses with the help of your friends, back together again.'
Harry nodded. 'Maybe.'
The hat sounded like it was taking a deep breath…
"PHOENIX!"
Silence greeted the hat's announcement and Harry smiled while giving McGonagall the hat back with a small bow. She stared at him but a small smile tugged at her lips
"It was nice to be in your house Professor," he stated formally for everyone to hear. "But I'm afraid that I am no longer one of the lions."
"That's alright Mr. Potter," she answered and everyone looked at her in disbelief. "I hope you do well in your new house. It seems that you are a Phoenix now."
Harry chuckled. "Just wanted to make sure."
With that - to the immense surprise of all the students - Snape started clapping, followed by Dumbledore, Hagrid, Draco, Hermione and Ron.
Harry bowed and everyone else started clapping too. He gave Ron a pat on the back when he passed him along with a slight smile.
Just then a new table appeared in the Great Hall and Harry – just like everyone else – looked at the banner that now hung over the fifth table that was situated between the Gryffindor and the Slytherin table. It had a beautiful crest in green, red, yellow, blue, silver, gold, black and bronze. The colors of all the four other houses. In the middle was a majestic white Phoenix who spread its wings.
He felt a small surge of magic and looked down at his black cloak to see that the normally red trim was now white and the crest on his chest had also changed.
He smiled widely and sat down at the new table. He knew that all eyes were on him now, but he just ignored them and took a sip out of his goblet.
Harry chocked slightly at the unexpected taste of wine and looked at Dumbledore whose eyes where twinkling madly.
He raised his head when it was Ron's turn. The hat took only twenty seconds just like with Draco and then shouted out loud.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
He clapped just like everyone else but was a little bit distracted now. He couldn't be the only member of this new house, could he?
"Weasley, Fred! And… well why not make it short, George too!" called McGonagall chuckling.
Fred grabbed the hat and five seconds later George grabbed it as well. When they both handed it back to a confused McGonagall with a wide grin it shouted: "PHOENIX!"
Harry looked at them as they came jumping over to him and positioned themselves at each side of him.
"Well what do you think of that?" asked Fred and patted him on the back.
"We are in this new house together," added George and whooped when he realised that there was wine in his goblet.
At the end of the sorting Harry was surprised to find himself in the company of people he would never have guessed he'd be in the same house with.
Included in his house were: Blaise Zabini, a tall black boy with high cheekbones, Terry Boot, a chubby looking boy, Hannah Abbott, a red-haired girl, Padma Patil, the twin sister of Parvati, Daphne Greengrass, a pretty blond-haired girl, Ernie Macmillan, a boy with red and blond hair and the Weasley Twins. And last but not least, two first years. A girl named Rose Zeller and a boy named Euan Abercrombie.
"This certainly is… interesting," said Harry while they all stared at each other and Dumbledore stood up again.
"So now that the re-sorting and sorting of the new first years is finished and we have the addition of the new house Phoenix, I would like to introduce your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," said Dumbledore. "Please welcome Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge."
Harry looked at the toad-like woman while a few students half-heartedly clapped and sighed.
"Oh dear…," said Padma when the new Professor stood up and started to rant.
Harry tuned her out after not even twenty seconds and looked at the other students that where sitting with him.
"So… do you think she will be a good teacher?" asked Ernie to no one in particular.
Blaise shook his head and sipped at his wine with delight. "If her lessons are like that, I doubt it. She was probably a Hufflepuff when she was in school…"
"Hey!" cried Hannah offended. "Hufflepuff isn't so bad you know!"
"Well… the Puffs are all a bit odd," added Daphne with a smirk and flicked her hair back a bit arrogantly.
"And the Slytherins are just arrogant and slimy snakes!" retorted Ernie growling.
"Guys…," said Harry quietly and looked at each of them. "Do you think you can drop the superior act? We are in one house together now. If you ask me the sorting hat has gone nuts, but we are two ex-Slytherins, two ex-Hufflepuffs, two ex-Ravenclaws and three ex-Gryffindors in one house. And don't forget the new first years," he added and winked at the two kids that looked like they were watching a tennis match. "We have to stick together now."
"Whatever you say," grumbled Terry and sighed. "But I guess you are right. I just don't understand why we never heard of this house before. Not even in 'Hogwarts a History' is anything written about it."
Harry chuckled. "See? We have all the traits of the four houses united in one. Don't you think we should make something out of it instead of fighting?"
Blaise looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Can I ask you a question Potter?"
He nodded and sipped at his wine again while looking at Umbridge who was now talking about a better future for the students.
"I noticed you and Draco hanging out together. How is that?"
Harry put his goblet down and looked at the black boy. "We are friends."
"How is this possible?" Padma wanted to know and everyone else stared at him with wide eyes.
He sighed dramatically and smirked at the ex-Slytherins. "We both saw what we could gain out of this friendship at the end of last year and here we are."
"You've changed Potter," remarked Blaise. "Not just in looks but you seem… different."
"Well thanks," replied Harry and gave a sigh of relief when Umbridge finally sat down.
Dumbledore coughed. "Well… after that very interesting speech. I have to make one last announcement regarding the new house. Um… I'm sorry to say, but I have no clue where the common room might be…"
The students chuckled and Harry closed his eyes. He frowned when he felt three pairs of eyes on him but relaxed when he realized that it was Hermione, Ron and Draco. He didn't know why but suddenly he saw the corridor on the seventh floor that led to the Gryffindor tower, but something was missing… there was a Portrait of some sort where he knew there wasn't supposed to be one. There normally was something else…
He opened his eyes in realisation. Of course! The tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, who tried to teach ballet to the trolls!
Harry coughed. "Headmaster?" he asked, and all eyes turned to him. "I know where the common room of the Phoenixes' is."
Dumbledore looked at him for a moment and then smiled. "Very well. So my guess was right then... let's eat!"
"How do you know where the Common Room is?" asked Ernie in interest while they filled their plates.
Harry shrugged. "I'm a Prefect. I think it has something to do with that."
Daphne looked at him oddly. "Do you think… that it is on the seventh floor where normally the tapestry of that fool Barnabas is?"
Harry's eyes widened. "Yes. How do you know that?"
She showed him the badge on her robe. "I'm a Prefect too and I kind of saw it in my head."
Harry looked up to Dumbledore who was munching a chicken leg and raised his eyebrows. They sure had a lot to talk about when Harry met with him after dinner.
After thirty minutes it was time to leave and Harry left the Prefect duties to Daphne because of the planned meeting with Dumbledore. He stretched his arms and stood up with a nod to the Headmaster who understood and he left the Great Hall.
He went up to the gargoyle that was located at the entrance of Dumbledore's office and didn't have to wait long for the Professor to show up.
"Well then my boy, let's get started," said Dumbledore smiling and looked at the gargoyle. "Lemon Drop," Harry nodded and they went up the moving staircase together.
As you can see I changed some parts of the Poll, because many of you seemed to like the idea of a new house and it just fits for my story. So those who wanted Harry in Slytherin, please don't be mad. His attitude won't change because of the new house.
Keep reading!
The song of the sorting hat is out of the OotP and belongs to J. K. Rowling. I just added two verses.
I hope you liked it!
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