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The Great Hall of Hogwarts had never looked more magnificent.
Floating candles shimmered against the enchanted ceiling, which reflected a twilight sky streaked with gold and indigo. House banners fluttered in the candlelight, the scarlet of Gryffindor and the emerald of Slytherin dancing side by side above the long tables.
But Harry barely noticed any of it.
His eyes kept drifting to the highest tower, barely visible through the windows. It loomed like a silent observer — a dark spire cloaked in mist, separate from the rest of the castle.
It wasn't there last year.At least… he thought it wasn't.
And then there was Corvin Thorne, who now sat at the Ravenclaw table, coolly sipping water as if he hadn't whispered something spine-chilling on the train just hours earlier.
"Heir of the Forgotten…"
Harry's pulse quickened every time he recalled it. That phrase wasn't coincidence. Corvin knew something.
And Harry intended to find out what.
🎓 The Sorting Begins
Professor McGonagall stood beside the familiar three-legged stool, holding the old patched Sorting Hat in her hands. The new first-years shuffled nervously in a line, eyes wide, whispering amongst themselves.
But then — something odd.
As McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the stool, it twitched violently, almost as if resisting her touch.
Whispers spread through the hall.
"Is it supposed to do that?"
"I don't remember it moving like that before…"
Even Ron leaned toward Harry. "I swear, last year it didn't look so grumpy."
The Hat twitched again. Its brim opened into a jagged slit.
It sang — as usual — but not like usual.
"In towers tall and dungeons deep,I guard the secrets Hogwarts keeps.But time has turned, and blood returns,To wake the truth the silence burned."
"Four founders, once — their paths diverged,One vanished when the lines were blurred.Now heir unknown comes cloaked in fate,And opens wide a shadowed gate."
"So sort them now, as I have done,But fear the day the tower comes undone…"
The hat fell silent.
A chill swept through the room. Even the floating candles flickered for a moment.
McGonagall blinked. "...Right, then."
She cleared her throat and read the first name.
The Sorting resumed.
🧠 Harry's Turn
Harry wasn't supposed to be Sorted again — students were Sorted only once, ever.
But as the last of the first-years took their place, the Sorting Hat shouted across the hall.
"Potter. Come forward."
Everyone froze.
Harry looked at McGonagall, who looked just as stunned.
"I— he's already been—" she began.
The Hat didn't wait. It levitated off the stool and floated toward Harry.
"I must speak with him," it said, voice echoing through the hall. "Now."
Ron looked at him, wide-eyed. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," Harry muttered.
Hermione grabbed his sleeve. "Be careful."
Harry stepped forward.
The Hat dropped onto his head before he even reached the stool.
🧠 Inside the Hat
"Back again, are you?" the Hat said in a low, dry voice. "You're not the first student I've re-evaluated… but you may be the oldest."
"I didn't ask to be re-sorted," Harry said.
"No, you didn't," the Hat replied. "But something in you changed. Something awakened. And I felt it the moment you stepped off that train."
Harry was quiet.
The Hat continued, more softly now: "You're… layered. No longer just the boy who lived. You carry echoes. Imprints. Blood not recorded. Thought not remembered."
Harry took a breath. "Am I… a Ravenclaw?"
The Hat chuckled darkly. "Not by temperament. Still brave. Reckless. Loyal."
"Then why—?"
"Because something ancient lives in your mind. Something clever. Quiet. Measured. It whispers in a dialect of logic and memory. It hungers for knowledge buried long ago."
Harry tensed. "Is that bad?"
"It is… dangerous," the Hat said. "And unfinished."
There was silence for a beat. Then:
"The Tower knows your name."
The Hat fell silent.
Then it shouted aloud for the entire hall to hear:
"GRYFFINDOR… STILL."
And with that, the Hat jumped from Harry's head, returning to the stool as if nothing had happened.
👀 Aftermath
The hall buzzed with whispers.
"Did the Hat just… change its mind?"
"He was already in Gryffindor!"
"What did it mean, 're-evaluated'?"
Harry walked back to his seat, face warm. Ron scooted over to make room.
"You okay?" he asked.
Harry didn't answer. His thoughts were spinning.
The Hat had sensed it — the memory, the magic, the change.
He wasn't just Harry Potter anymore.
He was something more.
Something unfinished.
🌙 That Night in the Common Room
Gryffindor Tower hadn't changed.
The fireplace roared. The chairs were comfy. The common room buzzed with returning students sharing stories of summer.
But Harry sat apart by the window, staring out at the stars.
Hermione joined him after a while. "You didn't tell me the Hat talked to you."
"It wasn't exactly a conversation I planned."
She tilted her head. "What did it say?"
Harry hesitated. "That something inside me changed. That it remembers… things."
Hermione leaned closer. "Like Seraphina?"
Harry nodded.
"Do you think… she's inside your mind?"
"I think she left something behind," Harry whispered. "In that mirror shard. In the vault. Maybe even in me."
Hermione was quiet. "Then we need to find out why."
"Agreed."
Just then, the portrait hole opened.
A figure stepped inside. Tall. Pale. Eyes like polished obsidian.
Corvin Thorne.
He looked around the common room… and then right at Harry.
And smiled.
Not kindly.
Not cruelly.
Just knowingly.
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