Re-Sorted Chaos

Re-Sorting Chaos - Five

The students were paralyzed in a shocked silence. Dumbledore cleared his throat, seeing he had caught everyone's attention. His robes contrasted with the dull, stone walls of the castle. Harry eyes him in disgust as fear settles in his chest. A familiar feeling since he had entered Hogwarts.

"Students! It appears the Sorting Hat has been controlled by the ministry this whole time, although giving truthful statements they were persuaded by social status and main importance to the economy in the end. Therefore, everyone shall have a resorting starting tomorrow!" Dumbledore bellowed as he stood tall. His eyes twinkling with amusement and glee. The crowd was still silent. Ron was shocked, gaping openly as if he was a fish. Hermione struggles to make sounds.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Pansy screeched, disrupting the silence formed by shock. As if a spell had been lifted, the students erupted in sound. Girls in front of Harry started bawling, going into hysterics as the boys around them paled.

Hermione chuckled sourly.

"Talk about sadistic irony." She spat out. Ron squeezed his partners' hands. Hermione gave a reassuring squeeze back, Harry's hand remained limp.

"Maybe they'll start with first years?" He suggested weakly.

"And to start, the repeating eighth years!" Dumbledore shouted. His mouth was in a tight smile. His eyes held a mischievous twinkle. Harry soon realized, if the topic had anything to do with peace and any "happy ending," he needed to get rid of that twinkle. That twinkle was evil...

Hermione, upon hearing his words, let out a string of curses. Ron followed as his worry turned to aggression. He opted to give his breakfast a stab with his fork, before counting in an attempt to calm himself down.  Dumbledore raised his hands to the air. This action silenced the mob.

"Now, we'll ask the sorting hat for the students in dire need of a changing of house in order to become stronger wizards or witches, and work our way to the bottom. Any objections? And please, do so raise your hands." He spoke with such a calm attitude that Harry wanted to believe everything will be alright. Then, cold travelled up his spine.

You'll do great things in Slytherin

Hundreds of hands shot in the air. Harry had never raised his hand so fast. Hermione has let go of their hands in favor of putting hers up with such a force that Harry was surprised she didn't hurt her shoulder.

Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle.

"I see there aren't any questions." He commented before turning his back to the crowd.

"Over here you dipshit!" Draco yelled, a chorus of similar responses following his act. McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose. Dumbledore, it seemed, had pulled a blind eye. He placed the hat on a perch, colors flowing off its fabric like wires.

"A lie detector spell..." Hermione whispered, eyes peering at the hat.

"Potter, Harry!" The hat cried.

Oh no