Reflections - Mattheo Riddle

The Ministry is Interfering at Hogwarts

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 someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere As Slytherin and Gryffndor?

Unless it was the second pair Of Huffepuff and Ravenclaw?

So how could it have gone so wrong? How could such friendships fail? Why, I was there and so can tell The whole sad, sorry tale.

Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those Whose ancestry is 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 Hufflepujf she took the rest, And taught them all she knew, 

Thus the Houses and their founders 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.

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 dueling 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 fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
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 hat stopped singing and became motionless once more; applause broke out, though it was punctured, for the first time in Kirra's memory, with muttering and whispers. All across the Great Hall students were exchanging remarks with their neighbors and Kirra, clapping along with everyone else, knew exactly what they were talking about.