The Re-sorting Hat - Remastered edition!

Re-sorting Hat - Re-mastered Edition!

A/N This is the new version, small fixes here and there but otherwise the same! Find this on my AO3 account also!! Username is the same as here! 

Cries of anger and confusion rang out into the great hall. What did Dumbledore mean? We need re-sorted? This was definitely an unusual way for Harry to start his fifth year at Hogwarts, a flicker of unease went through his stomach. A booming voice

sliced through the students confusion and settled them into silence. Even Ron had stopped his chewing, which was quite a feat even for him.

"Silence! Now as a school we have to keep our standards up, and for that to happen we require checks. It so happens to be that when the Ministry of Magic checked the sorting hat, it was-"

Dumbledore was cut off by the high squeak hiccup of the oh so 'treasured' High Inquisitor. She had appeared at the teachers head table and it was impossible not to notice her, clad in vibrant pink with a disgustingly fake sweet smile which Harry thought looked borderline psychotic, he amongst others seemed to take an immediate dislike to her.

"Hem hem." The silence persisted again but it was more angry than submissive. "May I?" She asked in a way that made her sound like a two year old with an extended vocabulary. Dumbledore nodded respectfully but you could see when he looked away an irritated look befell his features. Umbridge had done this before clearly, and it was bound to get on his nerves.

"Hem hem, when I arrived at Hogwarts I must say, that the checks I performed for the Ministry gave me bad results... very bad results indeed. So, I have made arrangements through the Ministry of Magic to get the entire school re-sorted. Accurately. Because I have discovered that it takes in your opinion and requests, which is absurd! Nobody should be able to do that. No mere student should have an opinion!" She giggled gleefully.

The students by now had been shocked into a state of complete silence, Hermione was looking up at her with a glare of disgust. "So, the resorting ceremony will commence this morning, so you will all be in your rightful places." She finished by glancing around the stunned-to-silence Great Hall and boring her eyes into Harry dangerously.

'Oh no'. Was the first thing that Harry thought when her cold eyes flicked away from him. He remembered the conversation he had had with the sorting hat in first year "You would do well in Slytherin." it had said. 'What if I'm put in Slytherin?' He looked up at Hermione who was giving him a remorseful look, a clear sign of worry. Oh yeah! Harry remembered. She had once said that she chose Gryffindor over Raven-claw. 'We're going to be split up.' Harry thought miserably. 'I don't really have any other friends... Stupid Umbridge.' This is going to be embarrassing.