The New Princess

Hogwarts Year 1 - Arc 2 - Part 4 - Chapter 27

Countdown to Halloween - Part 2

Previously:

The troll's nostrils flared, letting out a low, guttural growl as it struggled against its bonds. Valda remained unfazed, her gaze locked on the creature.

"Go then. Take it to Hogwarts," she commanded. "Release it in the castle on Halloween night. Let it cause chaos. Let it strike fear into the hearts of those foolish enough to oppose me."

She paused before finishing, "And make sure you are present to witness the old fool's demise. I wish to view it in a Pensieve."

Quirrell's eyes glinted with a malevolent light of their own. "As you wish, Mistress. I will stay at the old man's side. The students will provide excellent sport for our plan. He will no doubt be unable to resist coming to their aid... and then he will die."

Valda's smile widened. "Excellent! Remember...do not hesitate to cause as much chaos as possible, my friend. I want Dumbledore to truly feel despair before the end. He needs to understand my true power before the end. Then and only then will I allow him to beg for death... and graciously grant it to him."

Quirrell nodded as he stepped forward to transport the troll to Hogwarts. Soon, a small purple portal started to appear nearby. This portal would lead him and the troll to the forest outside of the Hogwarts wards. He would have transported it directly into Hogwarts, but it was too soon. It would have to wait hidden in the nearby forest until the time was right. Soon, he reminded himself, very soon, but not yet. Slowly, his youma-enhanced strength aiding him in the task, he started to push the crate, troll included, into the portal.

Just before they vanished into the portal completely, Valda's cold voice cut through the air once more. "Now, let's see how Dumbles deals with this... your move, old man. Your Move!"

Then, with a final flicker of torchlight, the dungeon was empty once more, save for the shrill high-pitched echoes of a deranged Dark Lady's chilling laughter.

And now the continuation:

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with mischief as he surveyed the board members, barely concealing his amusement. The heads of the four Hogwarts houses and several of the wizarding world's most influential figures were gathered for what promised to be a spirited debate. Even Minerva McGonagall, usually the epitome of composure, looked as though she had just bitten into a particularly sour lemon.

"Albus!" McGonagall began, her voice a blend of incredulity and frustration. "You can't seriously be considering this proposal…"

"Why not?" Setsuna Potter interjected smoothly, her tone calm yet unwavering. "Amid the Youma crisis, a morale boost is exactly what we need. These uniforms are not merely a change in attire; they represent resilience and unity."

Minerva's lips pressed into a tight line, the kind she usually reserved for particularly unruly students. "While I understand the necessity of raising morale, especially in these trying times, this 'uniform' is scandalously indecent. The skirts are far too short for any respectable educational setting."

Setsuna nodded thoughtfully, her eyes steady. "I appreciate your concerns. However, the design incorporates mandatory privacy charms to address any decency issues. The students themselves proposed these charms, demonstrating their commitment to propriety. Additionally, the new uniforms offer enhanced mobility for practical classes—an essential factor."

Amelia Bones leaned forward, her gaze stern. "I'm inclined to support the proposal due to its practical benefits in hazardous situations. We certainly wouldn't want a student to trip over their skirt in a moment of danger. However, like Minerva, I'm concerned about decency. Adequate privacy charms are crucial. I refuse to see my daughter or any student parading around in such revealing attire."

Augusta Longbottom shook her head, her expression resolute. "This proposal flouts Hogwarts' traditions. We cannot allow students to wear such scandalous attire. These uniforms could be in place for a century. Boosting morale is one thing, but not at the cost of our reputation and the school's decency."

Cyrus Greengrass leaned forward with a glint of mischief in his eye. "Augusta, don't be a spoilsport. There's a time for tradition and a time for progress. If this change helps students cope with the crisis, it's worth considering," he said with a smirk, "provided the privacy charms are non-negotiable. Besides, this proposal aligns with our tradition of updating uniforms every century. Who are we to defy tradition, right, Lucius?"

Augusta's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp. "Our traditions are the bedrock of our society, Cyrus. They should not be discarded for whims."

Lucius Malfoy's sneer was as cutting as ever. "Cyrus, I expected better from you. Traditions have preserved our world for centuries. To support these... rags? It's a step toward diluting our heritage with Muggle nonsense."

Filius Flitwick, ever the optimist, raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I believe it's a brilliant idea. It encourages students to master privacy spells—a valuable skill. It's time for the magical community to evolve and adapt. This change could be beneficial," he said, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "Moreover, only students who can successfully cast the necessary privacy charms would be permitted to wear the new skirts."

McGonagall sighed deeply, mumbling a barely audible "Et tu?" as Pomona Sprout spoke up, her voice thoughtful. "I agree with Filius. If this helps unite the houses and boosts morale, it's worth considering. With proper safety charms, this could foster unity and enthusiasm among the students. The probationary period allows us to assess its impact."

Setsuna nodded in agreement, her tone reassuring. "Exactly. We're not making this mandatory immediately. During the probationary period, students can choose between the new and old uniforms. We will reassess based on the results and can revert if needed."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with satisfaction as he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "A fascinating debate indeed. Creativity often emerges from times of challenge. Andromeda, you've been notably quiet. Any insights to share?"

Andromeda, momentarily surprised, met Dumbledore's gaze with a thoughtful smile. "Well, as you all know, I come from a family with strong traditions, but I've always charted my own course. My husband is Muggle-born, and my daughter, a current 7th year, thinks this is a great idea. The students did an excellent job with the design. With the proper safety measures, I see no reason not to give it a chance. The probationary period is a sensible approach."

McGonagall buried her face in her hands, muttering under her breath, "By Merlin's beard…"

The debate dragged on, tensions simmering as arguments flared and faded, leaving behind a clear sense of frustration. Voices overlapped, each trying to outdo the other, until Dumbledore, with a subtle yet commanding cough, brought the room to a sudden, expectant silence. All eyes turned to him, some with deference, others with barely concealed defiance, but all wishing to end the meeting one way or another.

"Well," Dumbledore began, the ever-present twinkling in his eyes echoing a warmth in his voice that felt out of place amid the tension. "It is clear we have explored every angle, and each perspective has merit. However," his gaze swept the room, pausing on the furrowed brows and tight mouths of those assembled, "now is the time to resolve this matter. The vote must decide."

Instantly the air grew thick with anticipation. Some shifted uncomfortably, while others remained frozen, all eyes fixed on Dumbledore. All very well aware that his next words would either re-affirm a long-held tradition or give rise to a precedent that could ripple through Hogwarts for generations.

"Any questions before we begin?" Dumbledore asked, pausing to allow each member a final moment to respond. Sensing no objections, Dumbledore nodded, his expression unchanged but his eyes sharper now. "Very well... we shall vote."

Once again the globe rose as each board member readied themselves to cast their vote, some willingly, others hesitantly.

Filius Flitwick's hand shot up first, his wide smile was infectious, though it failed to reach everyone. A green light shot from his wand signaling a yes, in favour of the new uniform. He was followed closely by another green light from Pomona Sprout her eyes determined, and Setsuna Potter always composed, who raised her hand in a fluid motion adding another yes to the count. Amelia Bones took a moment longer, hesitating, her sharp gaze calculating, weighing alliances against ministry principles before, finally, she gave a firm nod, her wand rising into the air to make it four. Then all eyes turned to Cyrus Greengrass. He sat unmoving, his expression unreadable as the seconds dragged on. The tension thickened as Lucius Malfoy's glare bore into him. After what felt like an eternity, Greengrass finally raised his wand, to cast once again... A Green Light! Lucius's jaw tightened, a muscle ticking angrily at the betrayal, but he said nothing.

Another minute passed then finally, sensing no more votes incoming, Dumbledore spoke. "Five votes in favor!" His eyes gleamed as if anticipating what was to come. "And those against?" he asked, with a hint of inevitability.

McGonagall's hand rose with measured reluctance, her expression resigned, to cast the first red spark of the vote.

Augusta Longbottom followed suit, her disapproval evident in every line etched across her stern features.

Lucius Malfoy's hand moved slower than usual, his trademark smirk absent. Instead, his lips curled into something far more dangerous—a promise of retaliation, subtle but unmistakable. He knew the outcome but refused to be dismissed without a show of defiance.

Finally, the representatives of Parkinson and Nott, ever loyal to Malfoy's influence, mirrored his action, their hands rising without hesitation holding wands high to cast red sparks imitating to vote like their leader.

"Five votes against," Dumbledore stated evenly his gaze sweeping the room as all eyes now turned towards the headmaster. The room seemed to hold its breath, knowing that everything now hung in the balance.

With only one vote left - the tie breaker cast by Dumbledore himself, Lucius and Minerva —two unlikely allies, exchanged near silent resigned groans united only by their defeat. Lucius cast a sidelong glance at McGonagall, Minerva met his gaze with a brief nod, a silent acknowledgment of the shared loss. A rare moment of solidarity.

Meanwhile, Augusta Longbottom's stern face grew even more severe, her eyes sweeping the room with quiet disdain. She sat, resolute, the very picture of unyielding tradition.

Setsuna, however, watched with satisfaction, while Flitwick and Pomona remained expectant. Andromeda merely sat back, content in observing this pivotal moment in Hogwarts' history, while Cyrus nodded with a pleased calculating smile enjoying the moment.

But it was Setsuna who stole a glance at Dumbledore, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes as if she had always known where this would lead. Flitwick leaned forward in his seat, hope and satisfaction shining in his small eyes, while Sprout offered a faint, reassuring smile.

Finally, Andromeda Tonks, ever the observer, sat back, her expression inscrutable but her eyes sharp, as though memorizing every detail of this moment—the turning point in a historical moment of Hogwarts' history.

The silence hung heavy, all eyes turned to Dumbledore, the final vote resting on his shoulders. His decision would echo through the halls of Hogwarts for years to come. "As Headmaster," he said, his voice soft but final, "I cast the deciding vote… in favor of the new uniforms."

The room remained suspended in breathless silence for a heartbeat, then Lucius Malfoy muttered, just loud enough to cut through the stillness, "Merlin help us all." His bitterness reverberated through the chamber like a promise of future conflict. His words, laced with bitterness, were ignored, but the warning in them was clear. Change had come, and Lucius would not forget it.

"The motion passes," Dumbledore declared, his voice steady but weighted with the knowledge that this was only the beginning. His eyes, though twinkling, carried no humor—only the certainty of change. The room dissolved into a cacophony of sighs, whispers, and resigned conversations. The decision had been made - the future sealed. But as Dumbledore stood at the center, his gaze swept over the room, he knew that this was only the first step on a new and uncertain path for Hogwarts - a new course in its illustrious history.

Breakfast, Hogwarts Hall, a day later.

The usual Monday morning buzz filled the Great Hall, but Aryanna couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. More wrong than usual.

Over the past few days, she'd noticed a strange pattern emerging. More and more students were struggling to keep their eyes open—nodding off during meals, blinking back sleep in class, and some even heading straight for naps after lessons. Normally, she wouldn't think much of it. Students often stayed up late studying, talking, or sneaking in after-hours adventures. But this wasn't the usual exam-season exhaustion. There hadn't been a party in weeks, and exams were far off. Even the first years were affected, and they had no reason to be this tired yet.

Even more troubling was that no one else seemed to notice. The teachers, especially, acted as if everything was fine. If she hadn't been on alert for strange behavior lately, Aryanna might have overlooked it too. But now, she couldn't ignore it. Not anymore.

She frowned, her unease growing. Was she overreacting? Was her distrust of Professor Quirrell clouding her judgment? Maybe. But then, why did it only happen after Defense Against the Dark Arts? Why were students dragging their feet, bleary-eyed, after leaving his class?

It didn't make sense, or did it? Was she missing something?

No! Aryanna clenched her fists under the table. She wasn't being paranoid. Something was wrong, even if she couldn't explain it yet.

Granted, DADA was a magic-heavy class, often exhausting with its demanding spells designed to build stamina. But that didn't explain why students were practically falling asleep on days they didn't cast spells at all. Theory lessons could be long and dull, but they weren't exhausting—unless, of course, it was History of Magic. Aryanna rolled her eyes at the thought of Professor Binns. That ghost could put an ant to sleep.

No, this wasn't boredom. It was something more. And that's why she brought it up with her closest friends and fellow Guardians that morning.

"It could just be all the extra homework," Susan muttered, yawning as she reached for some toast. "Quirrell's been giving us essays every day for weeks and the other professors aren't helping either," she grumbled.

Aryanna shook her head, glancing at a group of tired-looking second-years nearby. "It's not just the homework. Even with that, it shouldn't make everyone this exhausted. And it's only happening after DADA."

Susan looked unimpressed. "You're being paranoid again," she said flatly, taking a bite of toast.

Aryanna leaned in, her voice more urgent. "No, seriously. Haven't you noticed? Everyone's more tired after DADA than any other class. Even on theory days."

Hermione, who had been quietly observing the hall, finally spoke up. "Now that you mention it, it is strange. Why would we feel drained on days without spellcasting?"

Aryanna nodded. "Exactly. It all started when Quirrell began piling on that ridiculous homework."

Susan rolled her eyes, clearly tired of Aryanna's suspicions about Quirrell. "Of course, it comes back to him with you."

Aryanna frowned but didn't deny it. It was true that she and Quirrell had clashed since day one, but this wasn't about their grudge. "It's not just him. There's something off about the class. You can't tell me it's normal for an entire school to be this worn out."

Susan huffed. "Maybe it's because DADA spells are more power-intensive than the ones we use in other subjects. Professor Quirrell even said that in our first lesson."

Aryanna shook her head. "If that were true, Hermione would be the most exhausted—and she's not."

Hermione shot her a questioning glance, and Aryanna winced. "Sorry, Mione. I didn't mean it like that. It's just… your magical core isn't as strong as mine or Susan's, so technically, you should be more tired."

Hermione frowned at the reminder but shrugged. "You're right. I should be struggling more. But I'm not. I've been doing better in DADA lately, despite all the extra work."

Susan's expression shifted, her gaze thoughtful. "Could it have something to do with… our 'unique' problems?" she asked, giving Aryanna a pointed look.

Aryanna's mind drifted to her recent conversation with Setsuna. She and Susan had been struggling with their DADA spells, barely scraping by in practicals, while excelling in theory. Could the sudden tiredness be tied to their inability to cast certain spells? But if so, then why would it affect the other students too? They weren't Guardians. Could Setsuna have been wrong?

She thought back to her discussion with the Guardian of Pluto that past weekend.

Flashback:

It was the middle of the night on Saturday. Aryanna's dorm mates were fast asleep, but she lay wide awake, staring at her softly glowing communicator. She had drawn all her bed curtains and cast the Obsignare Sonus silencing spell on the four corners of her bed moments earlier, ensuring her conversation wouldn't disturb anyone. The holographic image of Setsuna hovered above the communicator, her expression thoughtful.

"Setsuna, I'm really worried," Aryanna began, voice low but tense. "None of my spells are working, and now Susan and I are at the bottom of our Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class. No matter what I try, I can't seem to cast any of the spells properly anymore. It may not be a big deal for now since we're more focused on theory this year, but if this keeps up, how will we pass next year when practicals are worth 50% of the grade?"

Aryanna sighed, her worry evident. "I hate not being at the top of the class. I always feel so tired after just an hour of practice, like I've been casting for hours. I thought about asking Dumbledore for help, but… he's so busy with the Youma crisis and the Seminar. Besides… what if this is nothing? I'd feel humiliated."

Setsuna's calm expression didn't waver, but her eyes held a knowing look. "Aryanna, what you're describing reminds me of something Princess Serenity experienced when she was a young girl," she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I wouldn't be surprised if you're facing the same issue. Tell me—do you struggle with all spells or just certain types?"

Aryanna frowned, thinking back. "Now that you mention it… it's mostly curses and hexes. I'm fine with charms. Transfiguration, too, after some practice, though Professor McGonagall did warn us that my core is… unusually large for my age. She said I might struggle with control."

Setsuna nodded as if expecting that answer. "So, it's fair to say you're having trouble casting spells meant to harm, but you're fine with those meant to protect?"

Aryanna blinked, surprised by the connection. "Yes, that's right. Suna, you know what's wrong with me, don't you? What is it?" she asked, a mix of impatience and anxiety creeping into her voice.

Setsuna's smile remained, though it grew slightly wider. "I do. And I have both good and bad news for you."

Aryanna groaned. "Oh no, what is it? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious," Setsuna reassured her, "but it is important." She paused for a moment. "Your inner self—what makes you, well… you —won't let you."

Aryanna froze, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to process that. "Wait… what do you mean? Is something wrong with me? Am I sick? Is Susan sick?" Panic flared in her voice.

Setsuna raised a hand, calm as ever. "No, Arya. Nothing like that. Quite the opposite."

Aryanna frowned, still not understanding. "Opposite? I don't get it. How can not being able to cast spells be good?"

Setsuna's expression softened, a teasing glint in her eyes. "The illness you're describing…" She paused dramatically.

Aryanna's heart sank. Oh no, it is an illness. I'm sick.

"...is called pubertas ."

Aryanna blinked. "What?" she asked, baffled.

Setsuna smirked. "Also known as… growing up ."

It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. Aryanna's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious?" she muttered, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Setsuna chuckled softly. "Arya… you're Sailor Moon. You are a being of light and love, not one of hate and darkness. Casting harmful spells will never come easily to you. In fact, some dark spells like the unforgivables may be impossible for you to cast."

"Oh!" Aryanna exclaimed, her mind racing. She frowned. "But what does that have to do with growing up? And what about Susan? She's having the same problem. Hermione, though—she's fine."

Setsuna's smile turned knowing. "It's the same for Susan, though slightly different," she said, enjoying Aryanna's growing frustration. "But Hermione… well, her situation is a little more unique."

"Suna," Aryanna interrupted, exasperated. "Just tell me!"

Setsuna laughed softly before explaining. "Arya, there's nothing wrong with you or Susan. Each Guardian has different strengths and weaknesses, just like every witch or wizard. Your powers, your magic, were tied directly to your identity as Sailor Moon the moment you transformed for the first time. You and Susan embody light and love—forces that are fundamentally opposed to dark magic."

"Ah!" Aryanna's confusion began to clear. "So… you're saying we're struggling because we're aligned with light?"

"Exactly. You became the avatar of Light, Love, and Justice the moment you transformed. Susan is the avatar of Love, Youth, and Beauty. The witch you were ceased to be when you became the Guardian you are now. Dark magic became your opposite. The Unforgivable Curses and other dark spells will likely always be out of reach for both of you."

Aryanna's face flushed even more. Thank the stars I didn't ask Dumbledore about this. I'd have never lived it down.

Setsuna continued. "Just like Serenity before you, you're gifted in light magic—healing, shields, anything aligned with compassion and protection. Offensive spells, especially those designed to harm, will always be a struggle for you. It's the same for Susan, though her powers focus more on love and enchantments. You are a leader and a healer, not a warrior.

Aryanna's eyes widened. "Wait! So… I'm not supposed to be fighting?"

"That's right," Setsuna said with a soft smile. "Serenity had similar problems when she first learned to use her powers. Fighting, especially with harmful magic, was never in her nature. That's why she had her Guardians—and so do you. Your role is to lead, to heal, and to protect. The Guardians will do the fighting for you." That's what the other Guardians are for. This is the reason why she, and now you too, will always have a guard around you. As the princess, she, and now you too are not meant to fight. That is what your inner Guardians - your bodyguards- and the Outers are for. They are the warriors, advisors, and generals. " she said, smiling brightly as she remembered those early times. Not only would it be disastrous if we lost you, but you're primarily a healer and a leader. Not a fighter. You're simply not made for fighting."

"I see…" Aryanna whispered, finally coming to terms with her new reality.

"But what about Hermione?" Aryanna asked, eager for more insight.

"Hermione, as Sailor Mercury, is different. Her element is water, not light or love. She's more analytical—her strengths lie in control, precision, and knowledge. Her natural gifts align with subjects like Transfiguration, Potions, and Runes. Heavy combat spells won't come as easily to her as to Guardians like Saturn or Jupiter due to her smaller magical core."

"Aryanna nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing with possibilities. They weren't just students at Hogwarts—they were something far greater.

"That's why Susan and I are struggling with dark magic…" Aryanna murmured. Setsuna's words echoed in her mind. They weren't failing; they were different.

Setsuna smiled warmly. "Exactly, Arya. You're not meant to fight like a traditional warrior. You are Sailor Moon—a leader, a healer, a beacon of light. Our largest hope in the upcoming darkness. Let your Guardians protect you—that's their role. Yours is to lead."

End of Flashback

"A leader… not a fighter," Aryanna whispered to herself as she headed back to her dorm, her thoughts swirling like the fog that clung to the morning grounds. She told herself it was nothing—just paranoia. But deep down, that small, familiar weight in her chest told her otherwise.

She sighed, a quiet exhale of doubt. Sometimes being a leader wasn't just hard—it was terrifying.

As she stepped into the dorm, she forced herself to push the worry aside, if only for a moment. Susan was already there, her eyes filled with concern. Aryanna forced a smile, a hollow, practiced gesture. She wanted to say everything was fine, but the words lodged in her throat.

Everything was not fine.

Her mind flickered back to Professor Quirrell. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. It wasn't just his strange mannerisms—the stutter, the constant trembling. No, it was deeper than that. His aura didn't sit right with her. It flickered, like a broken spell, whenever dark creatures were mentioned.

Was she overreacting? Maybe. But her instincts—ones that had never failed her—were screaming louder than her doubts.

'Damn, since when did I start trusting feelings over facts?' she thought with a bitter laugh. But the truth lingered bitterly. She had to figure it out, and soon.

As Sailor Moon, as their leader, she couldn't afford to be wrong. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.

But how could she prove it?

She noticed Susan's worried glance and forced herself to smile once more, feeling the weight of her friend's silent concern. Her smile lasted just long enough until her friend turned away. Susan didn't press, but Aryanna knew she was worried. For a fleeting moment, she wished she could share the burden, but how could she, when she didn't even fully understand the threat herself?

Her instincts had never failed her before, and she couldn't afford to ignore them now. If she was right, and Quirrell really was the key to this whole mystery… then it was up to her to stop him. She had to be the one to uncover the truth.

No one else could.

After all, she wasn't just Aryanna Potter anymore. She was Sailor Moon. And with that title came a responsibility heavier than any she had ever imagined—even more than being the Girl Who Lived. The fate of not just the world, but the entire universe, rested squarely on her young shoulders.

A day later, in the cozy ambiance of the Hufflepuff common room, Aryanna found herself reflecting on the latest developments. After dropping off her class books in her dorm, she settled down in front of the fireplace with a book on everyday household charms. With her ongoing struggles in Defense Against the Dark Arts, charms had quickly become her favorite subject.

Her peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by a commotion near the notice board. Her heart gave a nervous jolt as she remembered—today was the day the Quidditch team results were posted.

Placing her book carefully aside, she hurried over, a storm of nerves and anticipation twisting inside her. Scanning the board, Aryanna's heart sank and disappointment emerged as she realised - her name was not listed on the starting seven. She had not made it...this year. Disappointment clung to her briefly, but then she exhaled with a mix of relief and resignation. Glancing further below she saw her name listed under the reserves for the Hufflepuff squad. 'Oh well, ' she thought. In the end, it was exactly what she had expected. Despite Cedric and this year's captain, Adam, petitioning the staff to bend the rules for her, the 'no brooms for first years' rule had failed. Sprout, known for her unwavering commitment to fairness, had refused. Still, knowing her place was secure for next year felt like a small, albeit bittersweet, victory.

Still, Aryanna couldn't fault her for that. It was better this way—earning her place next year felt far more satisfying than relying on favoritism.

For now, that would have to do.

"Aryanna, congratulations!" Felicity, one of her dorm mates, joined her by the notice board, her face bright with enthusiasm. "I hear being a reserve as a first-year is a huge achievement!"

Aryanna managed a grateful smile. "Thanks, Felicity. It means a lot. But, you know, I was kinda hoping to join the team right away."

Felicity's eyes sparkled with sympathy. "Oh, I know. Who wouldn't want to jump straight into the action? But think of it this way—it'll make next year's tryouts even more thrilling for you!"

'Oh, if only you knew,' Aryanna thought, her mind drifting to the sleek, enchanted luxury racing broom hidden away back at Potter Manor, just waiting to be used next year.

As a few other Hufflepuffs gathered around, offering their congratulations, Aryanna accepted the praise with a humble nod. Internally, she reflected on the true reason behind her promised spot. Sure, her skills were commendable for her age—Adam had even called her a natural—but there was no doubt in her mind that the real reason was her broom. The thought of being perceived as merely a product of superior equipment left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. She didn't want to be seen as someone who got onto the team just because of her broom. That simply was not her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a shimmer on the notice board. A new announcement appeared in an elegant, glowing script. Aryanna's eyes widened as she read:

New Hogwarts School Uniform

Dear Students,

We are thrilled to announce the introduction of a new Hogwarts school uniform, designed to harmonize tradition with modern comfort. Effective immediately, you have the option to choose between the traditional and the new uniform styles. This change will be evaluated over a two-year trial period, concluding with a school-wide vote.

Uniform Options:

Current Uniform: Continue wearing the traditional Hogwarts uniform as usual. New Uniform: Students may opt for the new design during this trial period.

Important Notice Regarding Privacy Charms: The new girls' uniform provides increased freedom, necessitating the use of privacy charms on skirts at all times. Instructions for these charms are available in the library as an extracurricular activity. Non-compliance will result in penalties, and students unable to perform the charms will be required to wear the full-length (First-year) skirt version. Enforcement of this policy will be stringent, with no exceptions.

Uniform Details:

Male Uniform (Gakuran Style) (Please note: Difference in pants colour shows a rise in rank and the progression of the student)

First Year:

Trousers: 35% Grey, 65% Black. Robes: Black tunic, adorned with five buttons in house color. White collar shirt and bow or tie in respective house color. One thin stripe of their house color on the hem. Shoes: Black

Second Year:

Trousers: 30% Grey, 70% Black. Robes: Black tunic, adorned with five buttons in house color. White collar shirt r and bow or tie in respective house color. Two thin stripes of their house color on the hem. Shoes: Black

Third Year:

Trousers: 25% Grey, 75% Black. Robes: Black tunic, adorned with five buttons in house color. White collar shirt and bow or tie in respective house color. Three thin stripes of their house color on the hem. Shoes: Black

Fourth Year:

Trousers: 20% Grey, 80% Black. Robes: Black tunic, adorned with five buttons in house color. White collar shirt and bow or tie in respective house color. Four thin stripes of their house color on the hem. Shoes: Black

Fifth Year:

Trousers: 10% Grey, 90% Black. Robes: Black tunic, adorned with five buttons in house color. White collar shirt and bow or tie in respective house color. One thick stripe of their house color on the hem. Shoes: Black

Sixth Year:

Trousers: 100% Pure Black. Robes: Black tunic, adorned with five buttons in house color. White collar shirt and bow or tie in respective house color. Two thick stripes of their house color on the hem. Shoes: Black

Seventh Year:

Trousers: 100% Pure Black. Robes: Black tunic, adorned with five buttons in house color. White collar shirt and bow or tie in respective house color. One large, visually embellished stripe covering the entire hem and cuff area. Shoes: Black

Female Uniform (Sailor Fuku Style): (Please note: Difference in Skirt length shows a rise in rank and the progression of the student. All students may wear the full-length (first year) skirt, regardless of year.)

Important Notice Regarding Privacy Charms: The new girls' uniform provides increased freedom, necessitating the use of privacy charms on skirts at all times. This measure is in place to maintain personal privacy and prevent any unintended exposure, which aligns with our values of respect and dignity. Instructions for these charms are available in the library as an extracurricular activity. Non-compliance will result in penalties, and students unable to perform the charms will be required to wear the full-length (First-year) skirt version. Enforcement of this policy will be stringent, with no exceptions."

Blouse: White sailor fuku blouse with white collar and bow or tie in house color. Robes: Black with House color along the fringe, (Same stripe system as boys) Knee-High Socks (optional): Knee-high stockings in house color. Shoes: Classic black Mary Janes or boots (black or in correct house color - maximum knee height), enchanted for comfort and durability, to complete the look. Pleated Skirt: Pleated skirt—Year length— in correct house color. (Note all lengths take into consideration the growth of each girl and should be taken as a general guide only) Pants (Alternate to skirts): Alternatively Girls may also wear pants. (See boys' uniform).

Junior (Owl) Years skirts:

First Year: Full-length, reaching the ankles (Approx. 36 to 40 inches). Second Year: Mid-calf length (Approx. 30 to 34 inches). Third Year: Slightly above mid-calf length (Approx. 40 to 44 inches). Fourth Year: Just below the knee (Approx. 20 to 22 inches).

Senior (Newt) Years skirts:

Fifth Year: Just above the knee (Approx. 22 to 24 inches). Sixth Year: Slightly higher than fifth year (Approx. 24 to 26 inches). Seventh Year: Slightly higher than sixth year (Approx. 26 to 28 inches).

Note : Students in years 5 and above must use protective charms or wear traditional full-length skirts or pants. Non-compliance may result in the cancellation of Hogsmeade trips and other penalties.

Additional Details:

Traditional Pointed Hat or Top Hat: Black with embroidered house emblem. Winter Cloak: Thick black with silver fastenings.

Hogwarts House Emblems and Crests:

Each house's unique colors and crests are subtly integrated into the uniform. House animals must be visible at all times.

Magical House Crests:

For students belonging to magical houses or under the protection of a magical house, students may wear if they so desire the crests of applicable houses on their Hogwarts uniforms.

Please note: (Permission by the Lord of the House is required in written form before wearing house crests. Wearing a crest of a magical house without the permission of the head of the magical house is a crime punishable by magical law and can result in a duel or incarceration in Askaban. Hogwarts will not be held accountable for any ignorance or wilful disobedience by a student.

Magical Accessories:

Wand Holster: Sewn discreetly into robes. Name Tags: Enchanted to prevent mix-ups. Prefect Badges/Tiaras: Prefects and the head boy/girl should wear their badges at all times. Female prefects have the option to wear a tiara to signify their position.

Extra Badges (if applicable): Starting next year (information to be sent with next year's book list), students may earn new badges throughout the school year.

Alongside the House Cup, students will be able to earn and wear badges earned throughout the year during the end-of-year feast and special occasions. Badges may include:

Academic Excellence Badges:

For excelling throughout the year in specific subjects, such as Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, etc. Outstanding OWL/NEWT: For those who achieve top marks in their exams. Library Luminary: For those who've shown exceptional research skills or frequent the library.

Extracurricular Badges:

Quidditch: Separate badges for team members, captains, and winning tournaments. Club badges: Guardian Club, Dueling Club, Gobstones Club, Wizard Chess Club, etc.

Character and Conduct Badges:

House Pride: For students who exemplify the values of their house. Fair Play: For sportsmanship and fair play in both academics and extracurriculars. Leadership: For students showing leadership and helping out around the school or in Hogsmeade.

Please visit the school supply shop in Diagon Alley or use the owl mailing service to collect your new uniforms. First and second years have priority for owl service due to Hogsmeade visit restrictions.

We look forward to seeing you embrace this exciting change with pride.

Yours sincerely,

Professor McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Aryanna blinked, a slow smile spreading across her face as she reread the announcement. Her uniform proposal had passed. The design she and Cordelia had painstakingly crafted was now an official Hogwarts uniform. A mix of disbelief and joy swelled within her chest, her heart pounding with exhilaration. She had doubted it would succeed, but seeing it in writing made it undeniably real. Pride warmed her from within—a profound sense of accomplishment she hadn't felt before.

Designing the school uniform for the next century was an honor that she had never truly expected she and Cordelia would achieve. The opportunity was rare, granted only once every hundred years. For a brief moment, a flicker of doubt crossed Aryanna's mind—would the students like it? Would they vote for it? But she quickly pushed the thought aside. The board had approved it, which meant it had merit. 'Her' design had merit.

"Guys, look!" she called out, her voice ringing with excitement as she pointed at the notice board. "The new uniform proposal passed!"

Susan was at her side in an instant, her eyes wide with amazement. "Seriously? That's incredible, Aryanna!" she exclaimed, pulling her into a quick hug.

"No way?" "Really?" came a few more replies from shocked students as the announcement drew curious gazes. Many looked at Aryanna as if she was a hero. Soon the common room was buzzing with chatter about the new uniforms. Some students, unfamiliar with the century-old tradition of redesigning the uniform, were quickly informed by their more knowledgeable peers.

"I can't believe they actually approved it. I thought Cordelia was joking about designing a new uniform. This is brilliant!" Ethan, a third-year Hufflepuff remarked, sounding shocked but amused.

"How could it not pass? Cordelia wouldn't shut up about it all week," Hannah added with a laugh. "It was all she talked about."

Aryanna's smile widened. "I know, right? We wanted to create something that represents us, that gives us more freedom of movement and a sense of unity."

However, not everyone shared the enthusiasm. Anna, a fourth-year, wrinkled her nose. "I dunno, Aryanna. Those skirts look pretty short. Are you sure about this?"

Aryanna held her ground, her tone reassuring. "Yes, I am. They change length as we progress through the years, symbolizing our growth and the privacy charms make sure no one sees anything they shouldn't."

Liam, a fifth-year boy, chuckled with a mischievous grin, "You better hope those charms are foolproof though, especially during Quidditch!" He waggled his eyebrows, earning groans and playful eye-rolls from some of the girls.

"They are," Aryanna replied confidently, a playful glint in her eye. "Besides, the new design benefits everyone. The boys' uniforms are more modern and practical too."

The group murmured in agreement, some nodding thoughtfully. The initial hesitation began to fade, replaced by a growing excitement.

Aryanna sighed in relief, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction as more and more students warmed up to the new design. As she returned to her spot by the fire with her book on charms, Aryanna smiled as she noticed more and more of her peers discussing the uniforms. A sense of camaraderie was forming— just like she hoped it would—as they eagerly planned to buy the new uniforms in Hogsmeade in the upcoming days. The members of the Guardian Fan Club, who had already known of Aryanna's involvement, were particularly excited.

As Aryanna continued to observe the lively discussions and shared excitement among her peers, she couldn't help but once again feel an increased sense of accomplishment. Hopefully, this would unite the school even more and promote the Guardians as a force for good to be looked up to and trusted at the same time. Something that would be important in the future.

She looked up at Susan and Hannah and watched as they chatted with others about the uniform, and a serious look suddenly crept over her face.

In a few short days it would be Halloween and with it the first Hogsmeade weekend. While she as a first year could not go to the village herself, If they had time, she would ask Setsuna to take her shopping for her uniform when she met up with her on Halloween night. The Guardians—well, she and Susan at least—were due for their first mission outside of Hogwarts on Halloween night just before the feast. Hermione still had not transformed yet, much to her and Susan's increasing disappointment and annoyance, but Hermione had promised she would do it soon. She wanted to wait until after the Halloween feast when they were all back from their mission for her first time.

Depending on how long the patrol took, they might just make it back in time for the Halloween feast. Not that she would be disappointed if she missed it. People tended to forget that while it was a day of celebration, it was also the day her birth parents died.

No matter. They had waited this long. If necessary, they could easily wait another few days.

Until they were back, however, it would just be her and Susan, maybe Setsuna, if she was available.

But then with her remaining best friend by her side, Aryanna knew she would be ready to face whatever challenges and triumphs lay ahead.

She could hardly wait.