Taking place in the Trio’s fifth year, a few months after the drama is finally climaxing in the Wizarding World. The new year has just begun at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and there are some new changes in the way the things are going to be going down. A new professor has been hired for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, Ms Dolorous Umbridge, and things aren’t exactly looking up for the students at Hogwarts; the students that are standing loyally by Dumbledore at least. There are rumors and lies floating around the school of the dark side, and the good, all revolving around one person: Harry Potter. What had really happened that night of the final task of the Triwizard Tournament? Was Potter going crazy? Did Dumbledore really believe him? Was the He Who Must Not Be Named really back? Almost all of the school had turned their back on their former hero, making him endure countless whispers about him and dirty looks cast his way. Aside from the other two of the “Golden Trio”, there were few people still standing by Harry when the year started.
”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 dreams that they
Might someday 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 friendship fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.”
The summer before this proclaimed year had been none other than extremely difficult for young Harry Potter. One dreary night near the end of a hot July, a boy and his cousin could be said to be in a heat of an argument. The larger boy’s friends had just left and the skinny boy rounded on the larger one, sarcastic. ”Hey, Big D!” Harry said. ”Oh, It’s you.” Dudley said. “How long have you been ‘Big D’ then?” ”Shut it.” ”Cool name, but you’ll always be Diddykins to me.” ”I said, SHUT IT!” ”Don’t the boys know that’s what your mum calls you?” ”Shut your face.” You don’t tell her to shut her face. What about ‘popkin’ and ‘Dinky Diddydums,’ can I use them then?” There was a silence as the taunting slimmer boys’ words poked the nerves and tolerance of the larger one. Without encouragement, Harry continued. ”So, who have you been beating up tonight? Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago—“ ”He was asking for it” The other boy finally said. ”Oh yeah?” ”He cheeked me.” ”Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that’s been taught to walk on its hind legs? ‘Cause that not cheek, Dud, that’s true . . .” Another long silence was stretched until the other boy spoke again, and their argument soon led them into an alley way. A cold chill set over the two boys, one of them thinking he had done it but then spilt second realizing it was something much, much worse. The Dementors corned them, sending Harry into panicking mode until at the last second he got his Patronus to appear, sending the two Dementors flying off of them and leaving. After this incident, Harry Potter got a letter from the ministry saying he had been expelled as soon as he had drug Dudley home and into the arms of his over protective parents. His hearing was to be held on August 12, 9 A.M.
”Said Slytherin, “We’ll teach just those
Whose ancestry is the purest.”
Said Ravenclaw, “We’ll teach those whose
Intelligence in the 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.”
Those difference cause little stride
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they want, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And 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 foundes
Retained 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.”
Dumbledore saved Harry from being expelled, but did not settle the uneasy feeling about Dumbledore in Harry’s stomach. Why, exactly, wouldn’t he look him in the eye? Although, after one minute on the train, all thoughts of Dumbledore evaporated and the uneasy feeling switched over from Dumbledore to the cautious glances and warning glares sent in his direction in the small hallway of the train. The treatment like this did not improve, but it didn’t necessarily decrease either. Ridiculed about things he shouldn’t be ridiculed for and being accused for things he shouldn’t be accused for. Was this the price he had to pay for justice? But it continued, and Umbridge had officially taken over the school. Dumbledore was still in rein, but her rules had gone too far. Harry had even gone so far as to create an “army” to fight against her, to teach other students that wanted to be taught defensive spells—with Hermione and Ron’s influence. After many meetings and several pupils successfully taught, they went to break. A few days after coming back from break, though, Umbridge finally discovered Dumbledore’s Army. Dumbledore fled and Harry got punished all thanks to Marietta Edgecombe.
”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 and early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And thought 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.
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I’m for,
But this year I’ll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Thought condemned I am split you
Still I worry that’s its wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end of fear.”
It is now time to choose sides. . . .
who are you loyal to?
”Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For out 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.
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