Harry Potter and the Coming of Hope

Jarno · 1e jaars Verdiend: 45 Sikkels

Dit is mijn tweede verhaal. Het is in het Engels omdat ik het later ook op fanfiction.net ga zetten. Maar die site doet weeral raar en aanvaard geen uploads.

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Disclaimer: I’m not British and I’m not a female so I’m pretty certain that I do not own Harry Potter. I don’t own Samurai X as well.

This is my new story called Harry Potter and the coming of hope. It’s a completely AU fic that is a small crossover with samurai x. Only a few names are used though so you do not need to know anything about it. I don’t think you could even call it a crossover.

Small summary: In this fiction Harry didn’t grew up with the Dursleys. Instead he grew up in japan where he lived under the tutelage of an old samurai and was taught how to use magic in both western and Japanese ways. He will return to Hogwarts in his seventh year and that is also when this fiction is situated.
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Meetings of a different kind

Another battle, another mindless killing. Harry, the battousai, was turning sick of it. Sick of the killing, sick of the gore.

The man run towards him with his sword held above his head. Yet the cramp in his mussles told Harry that his opponent was no master of the sword. His muscles were to tense to attack fluently and rapidly. He just had to wait for the right time. He did a step forwards with his left foot, his sword flashed and a splatter of blood coated his face and sword. All that was left now was to clean his sword and get his pay. Another battle, another mindless killing.

“Have you done the job?” An old man with a scar that ran from his eye all over his cheek asked Harry. “Hai, now pay up.” Harry replied with a steely glint in his eyes. He did not like dealing with scum like him. The man was a crime boss, a member of the yakuza. Harry was an assassin only because he had no other choice. He needed money to live and this was what he was best at.

Harry was the only still living master of the Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu, he was the hitokiri battousai. The greatest of all assasins.

He had been trained by a man named Kenshin Himura who was the former master since the age of four. He was trained in both swordplay and magic. The Japanese wizards had a completely different system of using magic then the wizards. Instead of using wands, they used their swords. The legendary katanas.

They say that a samurai’s soul was inside his sword, well in some cases that was true. Many wizards tied their soul to their swords because it improved the connection between the wizard and his swords yet some dark samurai went as far as to put part of their soul inside the katana.

The man Harry had just met with was one of those wizards. A crime boss of the yakuza.

*INTERSECTION*

“Please keep quiet!” Dumbledore said rather softly yet his voice commanded such an abundance of respect that the mutterings stopped within seconds. Yesterday there had been another attack and while they had been able to push them back they had been able to do so just barely.

The public was loosing hope. Dumbledore was still able to fight Voldemort to a standstill yet they lost on every other front. The light side was fractured in two groups. And sadly instead of working together to beat Voldemort they would rather fight with themselves.

“Has anyone had any leads on Harry Potter?” Dumbledore asked with a faint look of hope on his face.

“Always Potter! Maybe, instead of focusing on Potter we should focus on the war against Voldemort.” Snape spat.

“That will be enough Severus. We all know your feelings on this but you know as well as I do that it is imperative that we find Potterrrr” Dumbledore tried to say before his voice hitched at seeing a hand rise.

“Yes Mudungus.”

“I’ve seen the Potter boy.” He spoke with a ruff tone of voice.

“Are you certain of that?” Dumbledore asked with a soaring hart.

“Aye, I am.”

“Where? When? How?” Sirius cried out desperate to see his godson again.

“Ya know how I was in Jap’n for some dealing. Well there was this one guy, about 17 years old with black hair and green eyes. I wasn’t sure at first but when é took of is bandana I saw the scar. It was Potter, no doubt about it.

“Then why didn’t you persuade him to come here?” Dumbledore asked.

“Fat chance I had. I spoke to some of his mates. Apparently é is some kind of battousai. An elite assassin. I ain’t bringing him back without you Dumbledore.”

“Do you have a way to contact him?”

“Aye”

“Could you set up a meeting between him and me?”

“That I can do, Dumbl’dore.”

*INTERSECTION*

“So this is the famous Dumbledore. I must say it is a pleasure to meet you.” Harry said with just the barest hint of a smile displaying on his lips.

“I believe I could say the same thing if not for the Dumbledore.” Dumbledore replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Why are you here?” Harry asked rather abruptly.

“I want you to come to my school, Hogwarts.”

“You want me to fight Voldemort.” Harry replied with a glint in his eyes.

“Indeed so, if you are willing that is.”

“I will come to your school and I will fight Voldemort. Not because you asked, not to help those supposed innocents but because he killed my parents. I will fight him but it will be on my terms. Not yours nor anyone else’s.”

“That is all I can ask. Here is your letter with information about the school and the items you need to buy. I suggest you buy them at Diagon Alley but you will be able to buy them here as well.”

A pop so quiet that you wouldn’t hear it unless you were expecting it filled the air and Dumbledore disappeared.

Interesting man, Harry thought. Dumbledore was by far the strongest wizard he had ever met. His raw power and control of it was simply put astounding. Perhaps going to Hogwarts would be interesting.

Unbeknownst to him Dumbledore was thinking the same.

*INTERSECTION*

“Aegis” Harry called out and with a crack of thunder a Quetzalcoatl appeared. A Quetzalcoatl or a thunderbird was a feathered snake as powerful as a Phoenix yet more aggressive. Both however stood for the good in people. Both of them could carry immense loads, had their own means of teleportation and could heal people with their tears. Yet where part of the powers of the phoenix lied within its song, a thunderbird could attack with lightening. Only one of them lived at any given time and their lives were tied to their owners. They would not die until their owners did.

“Diagon Alley” Harry said and with a bolt of lightening he disappeared to appear thousands of miles away in a cobblestone alley filled with wizards.

Harry looked on in awe. Diagon Alley was, as corny as it sounds, simply put magical, in both meanings of the words. Magic simply filled the air.

Harry might be one of the strongest wizards in the world, he still felt a bit intimidated. He looked around a bit before he saw the sine of Gringotts and made his was over to there.

“Do you have your key?” A goblin asked looking rather mean. Then again, which goblin didn’t?

Harry took the key from the chain on his neck and gave it to the goblin.
Only the barest widening of the eyes displayed the Goblins surprise at Harry’s name.

“Everything seems to be in order. Griphook will take you to your vault.” The goblin said indicating to another, smaller goblin.

“Good day Griphook.” Harry said trying to be friendly. The goblin only replied with a small smile that looked more like a grimace.

When Harry reached his vault, he nearly feinted. Here he was, playing assassin to get by when he had a vault filled with money.

“How…how much money do I have exactly, Griphook?” Harry asked baffled.

“I do not have the exact numbers here yet judging from what I can see, the Potters name and the investments they made I expect this easily puts you in the top ten of our wealthiest clients. I’m guessing somewhere in the millions.”

“Oh” was the only thing that escaped Harry’s lips.

Still baffled Harry scooped a generous amount of Galleons in his bag and made his way over to the cart. They spent the return back in silence.

“Griphook, is there any way that I can pay greater amounts without having to carry a whole bag of galleons?” Harry asked when he had regained his wits.

“Of course. You only have to take out your key. The shop owner will cast a spell on it that will take the right amount out of your vault, after you have given your consensus that is.

Harry decided he would get his want first. He still had his wand made by Katsumoto and his katana but Ollivander was the best wand creator, far better than Katsumoto and he would rather not whip out his katana if he could avoid it.

He walked towards the end of Diagon Alley and stopped before a dusty little shop.
Ollivanders, creator of wands since 382 B.C. was all that the sign read. With his senses alert Harry entered the little, dingy shop.

“Ah, Mr Potter. You are late. I expected you much sooner than this.” A voice behind Harry spoke up.

Harry turned around so fast he believed he sprained some neck muscles.

“I believe you are here for a wand?” Ollivander asked peering creepily into Harry’s eyes after he had cast a quick glance on Harry’s scar.

“Indeed.”

‘What is your wand arm, Mr Potter?”

“I’m ambidextrous.”

“Trained or Born?” Ollivander asked curiously.

“Trained.”

“Then what hand did you originally use the most?” Ollivander asked looking rather down after hearing Harry was a trained ambidextrous.

My right” Harry replied just noticing the string that was measuring every length, even the one between his nostrils. For the second time this day Harry was baffled.

“Try this one. Willow, 14 inches with a unicorn hair as its core. Rather bendy.”
Harry took he wand in his hand and waved it around. Nothing happened.

“You need to let your control over your magical power loose, Mr Potter”.

Harry waved the wand again and a vase nearby exploded.

“Definitely not. Try this. Yew, dragon heart string, 10 inches and good for charms.”

Harry again waved the wand only to let some boxes to the left fly of their shelves.
“Again not a match. Hmm, why not this one. Mahony, Griffin core and good for transfiguration.”

Harry took the want in his hand only for it to be snatched away again.

After going through piles of wands Harry was starting to think he should stick with his Katsumoto wand and his katana.

“I wonder, do try this one. Holy, 11 inches, supple with a single phoenix feather as it’s core.”

Harry waved the wand and a stream of red sparks filled the air.

“Close but yet not a complete match. I am however certain that this is the wand for you.”

An idea suddenly struck Harry. “Aegis” He yelled out.

Aegis appeared with a crack of thunder above the wand and let a couple of tears slip. The tears fell down on the wand and crystallized around it giving it a glassy and shiny look.

It was now Ollivanders turn to be baffled.

“How much for the wand?” Harry asked wanting to get out of this shop. The lack of light and the atmosphere was getting to him.

“Seven galleons.”

Harry quickly took them out of his bag, grabbed his wand and left the dingy shop. He took a deep breath of fresh air before fastening the wand in his holster.

The next shops he decided to visit were the cauldron shop and the apothecary. Harry didn’t like potions; in fact he hated it with a passion. It was just so boring, so slow. So he wanted to get them out of the way. Afterwards he could visit the book shop to look at some interesting defence books. Maybe some transfiguration books as well. The quidditch store was a given too as he was dying to get the new firebolt. He had already looked for it back in Japan but they were sold out.

“Miss, do you know where I can find ‘Duelling for Dummies’ by A. Jackson? I would ask the clerk however he seems to be rather busy.” Harry asked a bushy brunette that seemed to be
his age.

“It’s over there.” She said pointing on the shelf behind them. “Are you joining Hogwarts this year?” Hermione took a moment to look at the young man in front of her and liked what she saw. The young man was about 5 feet 11 with a lean and muscled physique. He had long black hair that was tied back with a green ribbon. His face was unblemished if not for a scar in the form of a lightening bolt on his forehead. What she noticed the most however were his striking green eyes. She didn’t think she had ever seen a shade like it.

“I am. I’m Harry Potter by the way.”

“So you’re the guy I’m supposed to show around. I’m Hermione Granger.” She said without even casting a look at his scar. She seemed to be more interested in his eyes.

“Hermione, would you tell me about your experiences about Hogwarts?” Harry asked starting to turn red.

“Sure but only if you buy me an ice-cream.” Hermione replied with a grin like a Cheshire cat.

“Okay”

“Alright. If you want to know something about Hogwarts I suggest you buy Hogwarts a history.” Hermione said while scooping u her ice-cream.

“I’ve already bought that.” Harry said with a small smile.

“Finally someone who has sense.” Hermione said with exasperated sigh. “About Hogwarts. Hogwarts is with one word magical. That’s the only explanation you could give it. You can feel the magic in the air. It’s just so beautiful, especially at night when you look at it from the lake. It’s a view you will never forget. Then there are the ghosts, enchanted suits of armour, moving stairs, the giant squid… Its chaos, but a lovable kind of chaos. Hogwarts will be your home away from home.” Hermione finished with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Harry was about to reply when he was interrupted by a loud cry.

“Deatheaters!”

In just a second Harry’s demeanour completely changed. His eyes took on a steely glint and went from an emerald green to a dark forest green. Magic was starting to fill the air and a shimmer of air could be seen around Harry.

With a flick of his wrist his wand flew in his hand and a spell had already flown from his lips before the first deatheater was able to make a move.

“So we have a hero in our midst.” a deatheater spoke up with a sharp tone of voice. “Avada Kedavra!” He yelled and a sickly green hex flew towards Harry.

Harry enchanted cobblestones to protect him from the unforgivables with just a small flick of his wand. Destructo, Harry thought and an angry red spell flew towards the deatheater.

The deatheater that had spoken up earlier was fast enough to get a shield in place yet Harry’s spell just tore through it sending a couple of deatheaters through the air until they crashed against a wall with a sickly thud.

“Crucio” A voice from behind Harry yelled up. Harry whipped around with a spell already forming on his lips. “ Stupefy” Hermione yelled out and gave Harry a small smile. She may not have Harry’s raw power but she wasn’t going to sit down.

“Get those children into safety Hermione. I’ll handle the deatheaters.” Harry yelled with only the barest of tremor into his voice before he had to jump to the side to avoid a purple flame.

Ignis! Harry yelled and gave his wand a sweep upward. The air crackled and three balls of fire flew towards a couple of deatheaters that had cornered a child.

From the corners of his eyes Harry saw five jets of lights fly towards him. He pivoted on his right food and jabbed his wand towards the spells. “Protego Maximus” Harry yelled out and a gold shield with a griffin on the front of it appeared before him. The spells hit the shield with a loud gong yet didn’t do anything else. Another flick of his wand and the shield flew forwards and took down an unsuspecting deatheater.

A cry of retreat filled the air and the deatheaters that still stood apparated away. Harry was glad to see that of the 20 deatheaters that had arrived only four ran away.

Another crack filled the air and Harry disappeared as well not wanting to get more fame for this. It would be hard enough being the boy who lived, he didn’t need anything added up to it.

Authors note:
I tried to write Mudungus his accent however I’m not sure if I succeeded in it. Tell me what you think.

Jarno · 1e jaars Verdiend: 45 Sikkels

Letters and trains

Mayhem at Diagon Alley

Yesterday a large group of deatheaters attacked Diagon Alley.
Eye witnesses estimate their numbers to have been about twenty.
Luckily and surprisingly no-one got hurt! An unknown vigilante
fought back and took the majority of the deatheaters down until
the rest of them apparated away.

“He was increndible. Such power, I have only seen one wizard
produce those spells and that was Albus Dumbledore himself. He
weaved through the deatheaters like it was nothing. It seemed to be
childplay for him. The sheer magical strength was unbelievable”
Says Eye Witness Lauren McDouggal.

Is this a new hope for the wizarding world? Or is it just
Another ploy by Voldemort? And who exactly is this new
Fighter and where did he come from? Only time will tell
Your reporter Rita Skeeter

Harry threw the newspaper away in disgust. He would have least liked not to be noticed until he got to Hogwarts. But noooo, the deatheaters just had to attack the exact moment he was there and he just had to play the hero again. “Stupid aurors.” He muttered under his breath. “Couldn’t show up on time. Let a civilian do their work, why don’t they.”

A piercing cry from aegis interrupted his mutterings. “What do you want, Aegis?” Harry half snapped being rather annoyed. Aegis turned her head towards him and seemed to give him a glare. If birds could glare that is and pointed with her wing towards a piece of parchment.

“Do you want to write me a letter?” A nod from aegis answered his question. “Okay but to whom?” He asked feeling rather confused. Aegis flew up to him and cuffed him on the side of the head with her wing telling him he was stupid and pointed to Hogwarts a History.

“Hermione!” Harry loudly exclaimed in glee. Perhaps Aegis was right, he did need to send her a letter. After all they did have a fun day before the deatheaters showed up. And she sure was nice to him and he just ran away without telling him. She probably was worried about him. Last time she saw him was when he was fighting deatheaters and then he just disappeared.

Hermione

First of all I want to say that I’m fine and
apologize for running off after the battle. I
just didn’t want to meet with the press.
Secondly I want to thank you. You gave me
a nice day. We had fun together. At least I did.
If there is something I can do tell me.
The thunderbird is called Aegis. If you need to
contact me, just say her name.
Hope to see you on the Hogwarts Express
Harry

Aegis flew over the desk and with a flash both her and the letter were gone. Harry was about to go to his study to read a bit when a tapping at his window made him turn around. A rather pompous looking owl wanted to come in. Not seeing any harm in it Harry opened the window.

Harry who saw that the owl was looking rather tired conjured a bowl of water before opening the letter. The owl gave a low hoot that seemed to be one of thanks.

Dear Mister Potter

This afternoon we received notice of your use of spells.
Because you enlisted in Hogwarts you are now again
listed as a British citizen and as so are to follow the laws
of underage wizardry. However due to the nature of your spells,
your age and your clean record you will only receive a warning.
Mrs Mafalda Hopkirk

PS keep up the good work Sonny. Enclosed is your sorcerer’s permit.

Harry shook his head mirthfully. Politicians always follow the rules officially yet when no-one is watching, appeltaart the rules.

Another crack filled the air and Aegis was back with a short letter from Hermione. Aegis dropped the letter on the table and looked at the owl with distrust. The owl not wanting to get into a scuffle with a thunderbolt quickly hopped off the table and flew away through the still open window.

Dear Harry
Thank you for the letter. I must say
I was indeed worried until I saw the newspaper.
I too had a good time and hope you see you
on the Hogwarts express as well.
Your friend (hopefully)
Hermione

Harry broke out into a smile yet he felt rather nervous as well. He never had a friend. The closest person to him was his mentor yet his mentor was more of a parental figure then a friend.

The days went by rather fast with Harry practicing his skills with wands and sword and reading his school books. It seemed that Harry was far ahead of the class in most parts yet lacking in others. He had only the barest of knowledge in History, House hold charms, Divination and ancient runes. He decided that for classes he would take:
Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Defence against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Duelling and Archimancy.

It was indeed a lot but he was ahead in most of the classes so he saw no problems with it.

Soon it was time to head for Hogwarts. After making sure he had packed everything he put a conserving charm on his house so it wouldn’t decay because of months of not being used and apparated towards Kings Cross with Aegis on his shoulder.

When Harry arrived at Kings Cross he felt, well he didn’t really know how he felt. A bit nervous scared and perhaps attacked as well. It was just such chaos. Children were running around, parents were yelling for their children, mothers were crying, siblings were fighting and worse people were looking at him with awe. He knew he should have sent Aegis ahead.

All things Harry wasn’t used to. Perhaps going to school wouldn’t be as easy as he first thought. At least classes would be easy he thought with a nervous grin.

A poking on his shoulder broke him from his musings. “Hey Harry!” Hermione greeted him with a big smile showing off perfect teeth. “ Hey Hermione” Harry replied with a small smile of his own. “Come you got to meet some of my friends.” Hermione said before grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him along nearly taking his shoulder out of his socket.

Damn, this girl could be bubbly Harry thought.

“Guys, meet Harry. Harry meet My friend. “That’s Neville” Hermione said pointing to a brown haired boy with a dark tan. Harry would later learn that came from working in his garden all the time. “That’s Ginny” Hermione told Harry indicating to a rather small girl. Harry gauged her to be about 5 feet 3 with long red hair and a cute face with some freckles around her nose.

Then she pointed to a girl called Luna. Luna was well weird but in a good way. Luna had dark brown hair and was actually fairly attractive if she had a normal sense of clothing. Somehow Harry thought, radish earrings and a butterbeercap necklace would never be fashion.

Last in the row was Ron. Ron was a gangly guy with red hair and a long nose. What Harry noticed most was his clothes, they were so bright orange that his eyes hurt. Harry could see that this guy was a joker.

“Say Harry, fancy a game of chess?” Ron asked with a grin that didn’t fore spell anything good.

Five minutes later Harry was contemplating that he might have some divination abilities as his prediction came true in him being soundly defeated by Ron. He only managed to take a few pawns and a rook while Ron took away all his pieces.

Apparently Ron wasn’t just a joker, if his skills at chess were anything to go by he was also a genius at strategy.

The small chuckles of the rest of the group told him that it was not the first time Ron had trashed someone at chess. Apparently only his brother Bill stood any chance against him.

“So Harry do you play any quidditch?” Ginny asked Harry while looking up from teen witch weekly. Harry was about to reply when they were interrupted by an unpleasant drawl.

"My my, what do we have here? The riff raff of Hogwarts. Mudblood, Weasels, Fatbottom and Loony. And they have a new member! Draco Malfoy is the name.” A pale blond haired boy with a pointy face said in a rather unpleasant tone of voice. Didn’t anyone teach him not to speak through his nose?

“Harry Potter” Harry replied with a sharp edge.

“A Potter you say and the boy who lived to boot. You’d do well to make the right friends at Hogwarts. I can help you with that.”

“I believe I can choose my own friends” Harry replied coldly before summoning a bit of raw magic and thrusting it towards Malfoy making him stumble backwards and trip over his ropes.

“Filthy Half-Blood” Malfoy spat while trying to scramble up and almost run away with a red face. “I’ll tell my father about this.”

They spent the rest of the train ride in pleasant chattering until they had to break up when they reached Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron had to supervise that everyone went of the train and into the carriages while Harry was summoned by someone who just had to be a half giant.
There was no way someone could be that tall. The man introduced him as Hagrid and told Harry he was the groundskeeper of Hogwarts as well as the professor for Care of Magical Creatures.

Harry and Hagrid had a boat for themselves as they were far bigger then first years. “Jus’ wait when we turn thi’ corne’ ‘Arry.” Hagrid told Harry with a broad grin. Harry could only look on in awe. “Flies, ‘Arry, Flies.” Hagrid laughed out seeing Harry’s open mouth.

Hogwarts was with one word beautiful. Harry now understood why Hermione couldn’t explain how she felt about Hogwarts, there were simply no words for it.

“I’ll take it from here, Hagrid.” A rather stern with told Hagrid once they’ve reached the shore.

“I am professor Mcgonnal, transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor. Within a few minutes you will be sorted into your respective house. These houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflpuff and Slytherin. Each house has his own noble history and has produced powerfull wizards. The people who will be sorted in the same house will be your house mates in the next seven years. Or one year….” Mcgonnal finished drawing attention to Harry.

Now Harry really felt nervous. Being sorted was already rather nervous but when you stood literally with head and shoulders above all the other ones. Let’s just say Harry would rather fight a dragon or a dark lord then do this.

In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
nited 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 the 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
And 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
(copyright at Rowling)

“Jake Abbot” the hat cried out. “Hufflepuff. “John Andrew…Ravenclaw”
“Maria Bulstrode… Slytherin.” …“Sara Koenraad…Ravenclaw.” And so the sorting went on until after every first year was sorted it was Harry’s time. Loud mutterings broke out at every table.

“Hmm, a bit late are we not Mister Potter. Hmm let’s see. There’s talent, oh my goodness yes. A sharp brain and hardworking as well. You’re quite cunning through and brave to a fault. Difficult choice, difficult indeed. Perhaps…yes that would be the best choice.” The hat muttered inside Harry’s head. “GRYFFINDOR” it cried out for everyone to hear.
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