Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

Sorting Hat's Warning

Whispers followed Mikayla and Harry on their journey towards their seats, most of them weren't nice at all but Mikayla acted as though she couldn't hear the loud whispers. Hermione told them to ignore them in a whisper with looking at the pair, this caused Harry's jaw to soften from the clench at which he held it at. They took their seats before George rushed over to Mikayla, "Mum gave me these for you." handing Mikayla the Sleeping Draught and her diet plan that Mrs Weasley insisted she would follow whilst in Hogwarts. "Thanks Georgie." George nodded before rushing back to his seat with Fred and Lee. Mikayla knew the meal plan was working, she looked a lot healthier and had begun to gave some healthy weight. Remembering vividly that the doctor said it was a month plan, so on the twelfth of September, she's done with it. Professor Grubbly-Plank enters the room and takes her seat, hinting to Mikayla that the Sorting Ceremony was about to start, with that the large Oak doors swung open and Professor McGonagall led the new first years towards the stool where the Sorting Hat sat. The hall went quiet to hear the hats song, that sang:

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 Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair Of Hufflepuff 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 Hufflepuff 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 hall erupted in applause and chatter as people discussed the warning of the sorting hat. Mikayla's attention was grabbed however by the very pink toad-like woman next to Professor Snape. The woman made eye contact with Mikayla, her right eyebrow raised as she stared at the brunette, and a small smirk played on her face. Mikayla however did not back down, she continued to stare at the woman except when a first year was placed on Gryffindor. "Do any of you recognised the woman in the awful amount of pink?" Hermione and Ron shook their heads, "Yeah, she was at my hearing. She works for Fudge." Harry spoke, Mikayla brought her attention to the empty plate in front of her. And began to analyse the situation, a Ministry Member was currently sitting next to her Potions Professor, Mikayla concluded that she must have be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, meaning she proscribed them to by Slinkhard's book. DADA for beginners. Mikayla's eyes widened at the realisation of what was going on. The ministry don't want them learning how to protect themselves, they want to control what they know because they're trying to push the point that Voldemort isn't back.

Finally, as Rose Zeller was sorted into Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and stool and marched them away as Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet. "To our newcomers," Dumbledore said in a ringing voice, his arms stretched wide and a beaming smile on his lips, "welcome! To our old hands, welcome back! There is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Tuck in!" There was an appreciative laugh and an outbreak of applause as Dumbledore sat down neatly and threw his long beard over his shoulder so as to keep it out of the way of his plate, as food had appeared out of nowhere, so that the five long tables were groaning under joints and pies and dishes of vegetables, bread, sauces, and flagons of pumpkin juice. Mikayla began filling her plate using the guidelines of her meal plan. "Excellent," Ron said with a kind of groan of longing, and he seized the nearest plate of chops and began piling them onto his plate, watched wistfully by Nearly Headless Nick.

"What were you saying before the Sorting?" Hermione asked the ghost. "About the hat giving warnings?" "Oh yes," Nick, who seemed glad of a reason to turn away from Ron, who was now eating roast potatoes with almost indecent enthusiasm, said. "Yes, I have heard the hat give several warnings before, always at times when it detects periods of great danger for the school. And always, of course, its advice is the same: Stand together, be strong from within." "Ow kunnit nofe skusin danger ifzat?" Ron muttered unintelligently. His mouth was so full it was a wonder he didn't choke. "I beg your pardon?" Nearly Headless Nick said politely, while Hermione looked revolted. Ron gave an enormous swallow and said, "How can it know if the school's in danger if it's a hat?" "I have no idea," Nearly Headless Nick shrugged. "Of course, it lives in Dumbledore's office, so I daresay it picks things up there." "And it wants all the Houses to be friends?" Harry said, looking over at the Slytherin table, where Draco was holding court. "Fat chance." "Well, now, you shouldn't take that attitude," Sir Nick said reprovingly.

"Peaceful cooperation, that's the key. We ghosts, though we belong to separate Houses, maintain links of friendship. In spite of the competitiveness between Gryffindor and Slytherin, I would never dream of seeking an argument with the Bloody Baron." "Only because you're terrified of him," Ron commented. Nearly Headless Nick looked highly affronted. "Terrified? I hope I, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, have never been guilty of cowardice in my life! The noble blood that runs in my veins-" "What blood?" Ron asked. "Surely you haven't still got-" Mikayla and Hermione sent daggers at Ron for being rude. "It's a figure of speech!" Nearly Headless Nick said, now so annoyed his head was trembling ominously on his partially severed neck. "I assume I am still allowed to enjoy the use of whichever words I like, even if the pleasures of eating and drinking are denied me! But I am quite used to students poking fun at my death, I assure you!" "Nick, he wasn't really laughing at you!" Hermione said, throwing a furious look at Ron. Unfortunately, Ron's mouth was packed to exploding point again and all he could manage was "node iddum eentup sechew," which Sir Nick did not seem to think constituted an adequate apology. Rising into the air, he straightened his feathered hat and swept away from them to the other end of the table, coming to rest between Colin and Dennis Creevey. "Seriously Ron!" Hermione sent him a dangerous look.