(AN: I don't own the Potterverse. All rights belong to Mrs Joanne K Rowling. I make no money from this, and I'm certainly not a Red-haired British author born July 31st 1965.)

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Chapter 10:

Harry POV Sunday, September 1st 1991 10AM, Platform 9¾, King's Cross Station, London, UK

I stepped out of the floo last. Hermione and I had gone to sleep over at the Marco's place for our last night. And now the four of us, and Marco and Helena's parents had flooed into Platform 9¾ we'd decided to go an hour early, that way we got onto the platform early, and we avoided having to say our goodbye's on a busy platform. It also allowed us to get a compartment of our own.

I saw Marco saying goodbye to his parents, at one point I saw him blush a little as his mother shed a few tears and kissed him on both cheeks before giving him a hug. I went over to them and thanked the both of them for their hospitality. Then a thoroughly embarrassed Marco came over and tried dragging us all onto the train.

"You're quite the mummy's boy aren't you, Marco?" I teased him.

"Oh hush little Harold." He answered, then he grabbed my head and gave me a noogie.

Behind us Hermione and Helena both rolled their eyes at each other and muttered "Boys."

"Come on, let's go get a good compartement." Marco said after I'd shoved him away.

"Is there such a thing as a bad compartement?" Hermione asked.

"Not necessarily. But there are some compartements that are better than others. Preferably a compartment, not far from the end of a carriage, close but not too close to a lavatory. Ideally a compartement with a window that opens, near the front of the train." Marco said.

Hermione and I exchanged looks.

"Close to the end of a carriage so we can make a quick escape if needed, but not too close in case a hostile person boards the train, gives us a little time to prepare. A window that opens in case we get cornered or locked in our compartment and the nearby lavatory so we can relieve or bladders when needed. And near the front of the train because that's where the prefects are, might come in handy." Marco explained his thinking as he saw said looks.

We'd arrived at the door to the second carriage, and quickly found a compartment that met all of Marco's requirements.

We immediately sat down, our trunks were shrunk in our pockets, Hedwig was flying to Hogwarts and Hermione's cat who she had named Mamilius, would be brought to Hogwarts by an elf. The same was true for Max and Camilla, Marco and Helena's puppies. Apparently they weren't eager to spend more than 9 hours in a little box on a train.

We spent the next fourty-five minutes or so talking, getting to know each other better. Marco was occasionally scribbling things into a carnet he always carried with him.

When more and more people started getting on the platform we quickly finalized our plans, and I looked around. This time would be a lot different, with Marco and Helena's help we'd already made quite a few changes. I could see them in this very compartment. Hermione and I were dressed in semi-formal summer wear for magicals. And Marco and Helena were also dressed quite well, although they were dressed more… muggle.

Hermione's bushy hair had calmed down a lot thanks to a special customised shampoo Helena had recommended last week. My scar on my forehead was almost gone, there were no signs of malnutrition on me. And I was now a lot safer from mind altering potions and charms.

Flashback

It was Friday, August 23rd.

"Today, Marco and I will be teaching the two of you how to recognise all the different colours and vibrations your rings might give." Helena said.

Hermione and I both jumped as we heard something slam onto the desk. Marco had dropped a huge book with the title, Magical Family rings and how they work.

I looked absolutely terrified, which must've been quite funny as both Helena and Marco burst out laughing.

Finite. Marco cast at the book when he stopped laughing, only for it to suddenly look like a box. A much lighter box. "Sorry about that, couldn't resist. You should've seen your face though."

"So that wasn't a big book?" Hermione asked, disappointed.

"Nope, just a glamour. We'll be teaching you this morning, then we'll be attempting to dose you over the next week. Some practical testing, you know?" Helena explained.

They started demonstrating all the different colours, vibrations and temperatures by shoving random potion vials into our hands, then telling us what was in it. It was quite interesting, and also a bit disgusting how many different mind-whammy potions there were.

Flashback end

"Harry!" Hermione called out.

I startled, "Yes?"

"It's 10:55 AM, almost showtime." She said with a small smile on her face.

She was right, as I looked out the window I saw the Weasley herd make their way onto the platform, again by the muggle side. Which made me suspicious, had they been waiting for me again? Was it on Dumbledore's orders?

A few minutes later than last time the door of the compartment slid open and Ronald Weasley stood there. "Anyone sitting there?" He asked, pointing at the seat next to mine. "Everywhere else is full."

"I most seriously doubt that." Marco drawled.

"Sorry what?" Ron said, confused.

"Yes you really should be sorry. Honestly, walking in without knocking, not even introducing yourself and then outright lying? How very rude." Marco answered Ron's confusion.

"What do you mean lying? I didn't lie!" Ron spluttered.

"You just said everywhere else was full. In the early 20th century the average amount of students enrolled at Hogwarts was around 1000 students. Due to the last few wars there's now about 300-350 students enrolled at Hogwarts. It is impossible for the train to be entirely full. And you still haven't introduced yourself." Hermione said, quickly having picked up on what Marco meant.

"Ronald Weasley. Sorry I- can I sit here?" Ron said, obviously controlling his temper.

"I'd rather you not. I don't like liars." I spoke up for the first time since Ron had entered.

The others nodded. "I'm sure you'll find another compartment. Mister Weasley, maybe you could join one of your many siblings. Either way I wouldn't recommend lying to whoever's compartment you attempt to join." I told him smoothly.

Ron grumbled a bit and walked out.

"So, what'd-"

I stopped as Marco shushed me. He waved his wand a few times around the compartment. Then he waved his wand at the door.

"Sorry, didn't want to risk an eavesdropping charm. I also cast a silencing charm on the door, people will now know where you are, we don't want someone hearing something they shouldn't." Marco explained his shushing me.

"No probs, good thinking. So what'd you see in his mind?" I asked Helena.

"What makes you think I was in his mind?" Helena asked, looking as if butter wouldn't melt.

We all simply looked at her with disbelieving expressions. Marco even raised a single eyebrow. Had to learn how to do that.

The legilimens grumped and answered "You're no fun. Someone dosed him with a calming draught. Presumably so he didn't burn all bridges with you if you didn't accept him straight away. He was ordered to befriend you by both Dumbledore and his mother. And to make sure you get in Gryffindor, and don't make friends with anyone but him. And he was offered quite a few galleons for it."

"So, as we suspected?" I asked.

"Pretty much." She affirmed.

Right then we heard a knock on the door. I nodded at Marco, who removed the silencing charm. And said, "Come in."

Neville Longbottom was at the door.

"Ah, Heir Longbottom." I smiled at him. "Come in, come in. How may we help?"

"Y-y-you know m-m-me?" he stuttered shily.

"Well, not personally. But you do have the Longbottom Heir crest on your right breast. So I presumed that meant you aren't Heiress Greengrass. Oh, these are Scion Ménise, Lady Cortelthy and Lady Dagworth-Granger." I said.

Neville just blushed.

"Harry, you're embarrassing him. Please Heir Longbottom, come in, take a seat. How can we help?" Helena said with a smile.

"L-Lady C-C-Cortelthy, I am looking for my toad. I was just wondering if you'd seen him?" Neville asked shily.

"Please call me Helena. What's your toad called, Heir Longbottom?" She asked still with a smile on her face.

"P-Please, c-call me Neville. And his n-name is T-Trevor." He said, still a bit uncomfortable.

Accio Trevor the Toad. I cast, having pulled my wand from my holster. Surprisingly, said toad flew in through the window. Helena squeaked in surprise and used a Wingardium Leviosa to intercept the toad that was flying straight towards her and safely return the little amphibian to it's owner.

As Trevor flew through the window I heard an "Aaaaaaah."

"Toads aren't meant to fly you silly two-leg!" Trevor croaked.

"Toads also aren't meant to run away from their owners." I said drily.

Everyone else looked at me oddly. "That is very eerie, to hear you croaking like that." Hermione said.

"Y-you c-can understand him?" Neville asked, at the same time.

"Yeah, I'm a beastspeaker. And what do you mean I'm croaking? Wasn't I speaking English?" I asked confused.

"Nope, definitely speaking toad there." Helena said with a smirk.

"Awesome." I said, then I had an idea. I'd ask Neville to join us.

"Tell me, Neville. Do you know an Augusta Longbottom née Rosier?" Marco asked.

"Y-yes Scion Ménise. She's my grandmother." He said with eyes wide.

"Please call me Marco. You're a cousin, after all."

"I am, Marco?" Neville seemed shock.

Marco nodded. "Uhunh, yeah. Distant though, 16th cousin I think? Your Grandmother's mother was a Ménise."

"Say, why don't you go grab your stuff and join us, Neville. Unless you have a pretty girl waiting for you?" I asked with a slight smirk.

"N-no, I-I'd love to." He said, then he quickly left.

"I should have that Augusta Rosier woman dragged in front of the council. Honestly, it's a disgrace how she raised her grandson to be scared of his own shadow." Marco ranted once the door was shut and the silencing charms re-applied.

"Good idea. She even gave him his father's wand to use." I told him.

Suddenly the door opened again. It was Draco Malfoy, followed by his bookends, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"I am Lord Harold Potter, yes. And you are?" I said as pompously as I could.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. These are Crabbe and Goyle." He said as he pointed carelessly behind him.

"You'll soon find out that some families are much better than others, Potter." He sneered at Marco, Helena and Hermione. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

"Mister Malfoy. I'm sure you weren't intending to insult my friends, the Lady Dagworth-Granger, the Lady Cortelthy and the Scion Ménise. After all it would be unseemly for the firstborn son of a mere elder house like the Malfoy family to be seen proclaiming himself better than the Lady of an Ancient and Noble House, and the Lady and Scion of two very old European families. My my, can you imagine The Daily Prophet headlines?" I said coolly, flaring my magic, making the room colder through some rather impressive wandless cooling charms.

"N-no my Lord. I apologize, Lord Potter." Draco stuttered slightly.

"It is not I, to whom you should be apologizing. But rather my companions whom you implied you were superior to." I said, still acting as haughty as possible, secretly channelling Lucius Malfoy.

Malfoy turned red at this, causing Harry to glare at him and make it even colder.

Malfoy paled and stammered out. "I apologize, Lady Dagworth-Granger, Lady Cortelthy, Scion Ménise for having implied that I was superior to you."

Suddenly it became warmer again. Marco, Hermione and Helena nodded, and I smiled. "You are forgiven, mister Malfoy. Perhaps we should start over once we've started at Hogwarts." I said.

"It would be my pleasure." He said, and bowed slightly as he walked out, followed by a confused Crabbe and Goyle.

"Well done." Helena said.

"Short, to the point. Made it clear that you weren't to be messed with, yet you were merciful and gave him a second chance." Marco said.

Then Marco did a complete turnaround and acted like a little kid "That was awesome. How'd you make it colder?" he asked excitedly, whilst Hermione just sniffed disapprovingly.

"Wandless cooling charm." I explained with a smirk.

"That was completely unnecessary." Hermione said, still disapproving.

"What should he have done according to you?" Helena asked, frowning.

"You should've ignored him." Hermione snapped.

"Then word would've spread, and by the time we arrived at Hogwarts everyone would think they could do what they wanted to us and we wouldn't act." Marco explained.

"Of course they wouldn-"

"Yes it would. The Potter family has a reputation of always being united, and always defending their honour. And not just with family, but also with friends and allies."

"And of kicking the arse of anyone they don't like." Helena said teasingly.

"That too. Right now, Harry just sent a message to the entire school that they shouldn't mess with him, and by the end of the week they'll realise that extends to the three of us, too." Marco explained, calmly.

"You could've done that differently." My soulmate muttered.

"And you need to realise this isn't the muggle world." Helena snapped back.

At this moment Neville walked in with his trunk in one hand, and Trevor in the other.

"We'll continue this conversation later." I said firmly.

"Hello Neville, everything go well?" Marco asked.

Neville nodded and smiled, as he struggled to put his trunk in the trunk rack Marco got up and helped him.

"R-rumour has it you b-beat up M-Malfoy." Neville said.

I acted shocked. "Me? How dare they, I would never. I merely threatened him."

Neville looked at him doubtfully.

"At least not if there's a risk it'd get me in trouble." I said innocently.

"If I may, what caused you to threaten Malfoy?" Neville asked, with a little awe.

"Malfoy said some families were better than others, sneered at the three of them and then warned me that he didn't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. Thus implying that he was better than Hermione, the Lady Dagworth-Granger, Helena, the Heiress Cortelthy and Marco, a Scion of The Ménise family of Belgium." Neville's eyes widened at this.

"That was very stupid." Neville said, after having recovered.

"That still doesn't excuse the threatening." Hermione muttered.

"Yes it does. Imagine a rich new Baron talking down to three very wealthy dukes. Even if he doesn't know we're Dukes, we're still of higher status than him, even in our public titles." Helena explained.

"Publically, Harry is the equivalent of a Marquess and future Duke. Helena and I are both wealthy Viscounts, and you, Hermione, are a Countess."

"All that doesn't give you the right to threaten him!" Hermione shrieked.

"It does actually give me that right. Hermione, this isn't muggle Britain. The laws are different here than they are in muggle Britain." I said patiently.

"I have a few books that can explain the ties between the two worlds, and the societal, cultural and legal differences. Clearly you won't believe us if we just explain it to you." Helena said, patiently.

"So, Neville. What class are you most looking forward to?"

(-oIOIo-)

Harry POV

Sunday, September 1st 1991 12:32PM, Hogwarts Express, North of London, England, UK

We talked a little longer when Marco said. "I got Thomas to make sushi for lunch. Shall I ask him to bring them?"

"Ooooh, yes please." I'd tried sushi the day after Sirius' trial when Marco's mum had invited Hermione and I over for dinner. It was wonderful.

"W-what's sushi?" Neville asked shily.

We all stared at him. Even I'd known that, and the Dursley's hated anything even remotely not from Western-Europe. In fact if it wasn't, English or French with the occasional Italian food. It was banned.

"You'll see, it tastes delicious. You want some too?" Marco said.

"Yes please." The shy boy said after having pondered the question for a moment.

Marco called Thomas and gave him the instructions. "Could you expand the compartment, bring in the table and set it for five, then bring in the cooling box and lunch?"

"Yes Master Marco." He said, then he snapped his fingers and the compartment grew, a table appeared and was set then the food appeared on the table and the cooling box popped in in the empty seat next to Marco.

"What does everyone want to drink?" Marco asked as he cracked open his cooling box.

Helena asked for a Cola Zero, Hermione for sparkling water, Neville and I got butterbeers and Marco got an iced tea.

"How am I supposed to eat this with sticks?" Neville asked, looking doubtfully at the chopsticks.

Marco and Helena chuckled and showed him. I wasn't the best person to help, I was still struggling.

They showed him the soy sauce, and the wasabi and he tried a sushi.

Neville moaned in delight "This tastes awesome." He said after he swallowed.

He tried another piece but this time with a big chunk of wasabi. He confidently put it in his mouth, and spit it out again two seconds later, tears streaming from his eyes.

We all burst out laughing, except for Neville, who looked like a spluttering tomato.

"I'm sorry Neville, we should've warned you." I said, chuckling.

"Thomas, a bowl of rice for Neville. Please." Marco called out after he'd stopped laughing. The rice promptly appeared on the table.

"Eat some rice, it helps sooth the burning sensation." Marco explained at Neville's confused look.

"And try going easy on the wasabi." Helena added in, starting another round of laughter. This time Neville also laughed.

"W-What was that?" Neville chocked out, still red.

"That was a very spicy paste made from a Japanese plant called Eutrema Japonicum. It adds a little, flavour." Helena explained.

"Don't eat too much of it at once." Hermione said with a smile, causing another rounds of chuckles.

(-oIOIo-)

Marco POV

Sunday, September 1st 1991 13:12PM, Hogwarts Express, North of London, England, UK

I had just gotten Thomas to remove the table and reset the size of the compartment when Helena spoke up.

"We should go introduce ourselves to our fellow students." She said.

"Indeed. Neville, would you like to tag along? We're going to go through all the carriages and compartments and meet our fellow students." Harry explained.

"I'd rather stay here and take a nap. I couldn't sleep due to the excitement of coming to Hogwarts and I'd rather not fall asleep in my dinnerplate." Neville said, with a little smile.

"Sleep tight!" Helena said.

Then we walked out. "Go to the front of this carriage and work our way to the back of the train?" Hermione asked.

"Shouldn't we go to the first carriage?" Helena asked.

"No, that's the Prefect carriage. It's either empty, or they're in a meeting. Either way not something we want to interrupt." Hermione explained.

"Good thinking." Harry told Hermione with a small smile.

We started going through all the compartments, we'd introduce ourselves, there'd be some surprised looks from the magical raised students then there'd be a little small talk and we'd move on.

We'd been doing this for forty minutes when something happened. I knocked on a compartment door.

"Enter." A cold voice said from inside.

As soon as I saw the three people seated in the compartment I recognised them.

My eyes widened in recognition. "Lord Potter, Lady Dagworth-Granger, Lady Cortelthy, may I introduce, Heiress Daphne Greengrass and her friends, Heiress Tracey Davis, and Heir Blaize Zabini."

"Heiress Greengrass, Heiress Davis, Heir Zabini, you may remember me, I am Scion Marco Ménise."

Curtsies and small bows were exchanged.

"Of course, we met at my Great Grandfather's funeral." Daphne said, seemingly looking more emotionless by the second.

"The tall kid who walked over after Malfoy declared Daphne would get the honour of marrying him?" Tracey asked.

"That was me." I said with a nod.

"If I may, why did Malfoy declare that you'd get the honour of marrying him? Isn't he like, so far beneath you he should be literally bowing at you?" Hermione asked.

"He was the Heir Black, that gave him equal status to me. And his father is hoping to betroth us so he can get his hands on our rather extensive family assets. And probably also because it'd greatly weaken the Great Alliance for both Black and Greengrass and their allies to withdraw from the alliance." Daphne explained.

"Oooh, that reminds me. I should really call an Alliance meeting before the autumn equinox." Harry exclaimed.

"Good idea." Hermione said.

"Heiress Greengrass, Heiress Davis, Heir Zabini. It's been a pleasure, but I'm afraid we must continue on our way. Please do keep an eye out for an invitation to a meeting of the heirs of the Alliance." Harry said.

"We will." Tracey said with a small smile.

(-oIOIo-)

Harry POV

Sunday, September 1st 1991 20:36PM, Hogsmeade boat dock, Hogsmeade, Scotland, UK

We were just arriving at the boat dock, following Hagrid after he'd collected all the first years.

I had removed the colour changing charms on my robes that made it look like a charcoal grey robe. Marco cancelled the transfigurations on his vest turning it back to it's original black robe, rather than a blue vest, he also turned his fedora back into a pointed hat and turned his pants and tie back to black too.

The girls each turned their summer dresses back into the female uniform. It had been Helena's idea to ask her parents to temporarily transfigure and recolour their clothes so it was less of a hassle to change on the train.

Neville had started grumbling to himself after seeing that and shortly left to change clothes from the semi-formal wizarding wear he was wearing.

Marco and I helped the girls into the boat, and I hopped in next to Hermione. As Marco was about to climb in next to Helena, Ronald Weasley of all people tried to push Marco away and sit down.

"Well that was rude." Marco said as he didn't move an inch, in fact Ron looked like he'd walked into a wall, rather than an eleven year old.

"Move, you filthy snake." Ronald hissed.

"As you wish." Marco shrugged, setting a foot in the boat and accidentally also pushing Ron in the water.

"I think the calming draught wore off on him." Helena said quietly, causing a few chuckles from the others.

"Wouldn't surprise me." Hermione muttered at the same tone.

Ronald had apparently gotten out of the water and into a different boat because soon after the boats started moving.

I heard shocked gasps when Hogwarts first came into view. Hermione and I also gasped, but it was more to act as though we had never seen Hogwarts before.

As we disembarked from the boats Marco and I again did the gentlemanly thing and helped Helena and Hermione out of the boats. We walked up the long path and into the great hall where McGonagall was awaiting us.

"Holy shit." Marco muttered. "This castle is awesome." He said whilst looking around.

"Indeed, Mister Ménise." Professor McGonagall said.

The cat Animagus then started a speech about how our house was like our family. I knew it was a load of hippogriff shit, but I acted interested.

I winked at Hermione and she acted. She cast a compulsion charm at Professor McGonagall so she would call out my real name of Harold Potter, rather than my nickname. Marco and Helena had explained that names truly did have some sort of power, though they didn't know what exactly it was.

McGonagall led us into the hall and to the staff table. There were awed mutterings at the sight of the hall, and Hermione and I made sure to look properly awed.

The hat sang the same song as last time, and when it was done Professor McGonagall explained what would happen "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

"Hannah Abbot." I hear the Deputy-Headmistress say in her Scottish accent, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hufflepuff!" The hat exclaimed after a few seconds on the head of the blonde with the ponytails. Causing a bunch of cheers from the badger's table.

The sorting continued like last time when Helena was called.

"Helena Cortelthy." Minerva called, causing a few mutters.

It took 34 seconds for her to be sorted into Ravenclaw, which caused her to smile. She smirked at Marco, left corner of her mouth raised.

That was a sign, it meant that the hat had confirmed that Dumbledore hadn't uncovered the removal of the compulsions.

After Helena, Vincent Crabbe was called. He was sorted in Slytherin.

"Hermione Granger." Was called right after Gregory Goyle was sorted in Slytherin. It took all of three seconds for her to be sorted into Ravenclaw.

Neville was sorted into Gryffindor, he looked a bit more confident this time around. He even remembered to leave the hat behind when he went to the house table.

Soon after it was Malfoy's turn. The hat hardly touched his head, before it called out "Slytherin!" the poncy little git looked smug.

(AN2: I know in chapter 7 I said Malfoy would be sorted in Hufflepuff, but I've changed my mind. I'd rather ferret boy :) be a Slytherin.)

Marco muttered to me."Ten Galleons says Weasley tries to attack Malfoy before the end of the week."

"That's a sucker bet, and you know it." He mutter as Roger Malone was sorted into Hufflepuff and it was his turn to be sorted.

"Marco Ménise." McGonagall called out.

It took but a few seconds for him to be sorted into Ravenclaw.

A few minutes later I was called. "Harold Potter!" I heard McGonagall call out.

As I walked up, head high I heard mutterings.

"Harold? I thought he was called Harry."

"Where are his glasses?"

"Where is his scar?"

I sat down, and put the hat on my head.

'I must say, I look forward to the dramatics you have planned, Lord Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin.' The hat spoke in my head.

'Thank you. How did Dumbledore act after the Sirius' trial?' I asked mentally.

'You should have an elf borrow me one of these days, I'll show you. It was quite entertaining.'

"RAVENCLAW!"

Silence, for two seconds it was quiet. Then the Ravenclaws started cheering like the largest library in the world had just been donated to them. Most Hufflepuffs were also clapping.

Most of the Gryffindors looked like someone had strangled their puppy, then lit it on fire, then used the fire to burn their wands. Though some of the lions also clapped.

The Slytherins looked curious, Dumbledore was angry, and McGonagall looked curious, and a bit disappointed.

'That arrogant little brat, how dare he go against my plans for the greater good!' Dumbledore ranted internally.

"Yes, yes. We're all very happy for the Ravenclaws. Except perhaps some of the Gryffindors. Professor McGonagall, if you would?" Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile and wink, twinkle back at full blast.

"Of course. Oliver Rivers!"

"So, Potter." Padma Patil said as I sat down between her and Hermione.

"So, Patil." I answered with a smirk.

"I didn't expect to see you in Ravenclaw, whatever happened to the Wizarding world's golden boy?" she said after a few seconds.

"I wanted to make it clear I'm not the Boy-Who-Lived from the storybooks, what better way to do that than by being sorted in Ravenclaw rather than Gryffindor?" Harry asked.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat called out, Dumbledore spit his drink out and the entire hall went quiet.

"I'm not a filthy snake!" Ronald Weasley shouted.

"I think we should be ready to hear a howler arrive tomorrow morning." Marco said.

"What, why?" Padma asked.

"Rumour has it, Molly Weasley enjoys sending howlers when her children misbehave." Harry explained.

"How would you know that?" Miss Clearwater, the prefect sitting near us asked.

I smirked slightly. "I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm just that awesome." Then after a few seconds, I said. "Nah, I'm kidding. Before coming here I was briefed on Dumbledore and the Death eaters and their supporters and families."

After the hubbub around Ronald had calmed down Blaise Zabini was sorted into Slytherin. As Dumbledore stood up to make a speech I saw Marco tap something. Two seconds later the doors of the great hall banged open.

Four cloaked figures entered the hall. A red cloak, a blue cloak, a yellow cloak, and a green cloak. Each carried a staff.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!"

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN

I'm so excited. There's a few things I have planned that I can't wait to reveal.