HP:The power of oa

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"Who did this?" she asked, and the other first year looked at one another, and the brown haired girl volunteered the information in rapid information bursts like a semi automatic Glock. Minerva was a member of a local gun club in her local town near Glasgow, taking up the hobby to relieve pent up anger and frustration after the death of poor little Harry Potter.

"It's Harry, mam, he noticed the small unstable boats and did some sort of transfiguration, he first expanded the width of the boat and raised the sides higher, and I think made a keel under the boat since our journey was smoother than the others." Hermione said.

Minerva inspected the handy work and nodded in approval." If you were already sorted Mr. Wayne I would give points to your house for this amazing feat of transfiguration." She said, and then directed them to a small chamber to the left of the massive doors.

She walked back to the dock; muttering and Harry could pick up some of what she was saying.

"Use the boats he said, the weather would be fine he said, I trust Hagrid with the children he said, Tradition before practicality he said. I'll shove tradition down his throat."

After a very long time where even Lord Voldemort's undying soul was hungry, hiding at the back of Defense professor Quirrel, the doors to the side chamber opened and everyone in the great hall gave a united sigh of relief.

Professor Minerva McGonagall strode in, leading a bunch of wet and shivering first years. "The First years, Headmaster "Minerva said and walked towards the side of the teacher's table and brought out a roll from her pocket. The students and Hogwarts prepared to listen to another sorting song from the hat.

The sorting hat, lying on a small three legged stool suddenly jerked up, and a tear in its mouth widened and started to sing. Its voice was not the usual old wizened high pitch voice.

It's so much better

When everyone is in

Are you in?

It's so much better

When everyone is in

Are you in?

Oooooh oooooh

Are you in?

Youuuuuu ooooh

Are you in?

It's so much better

When everyone is in

Are you in?

It's so much easier

When sea foam green is in fashion

Yooouuuhhhh yooouuuooh

Are you in?

Yooouuuuh oooh oooh ooh

Are you in?

Headmaster Dumbledore abruptly stood up, realizing this was not a sorting song. He casted a silencing charm on the blasted malfunctioning magical artifact and turned to the wide eyed first years, some who were snickering recognizing the lyrics.

"The sorting Hat will sort you into four new houses; these houses are named after the Hogwarts founders Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. The hat would place you in these houses based on your primary ideals and traits. Good luck." Dumbledore said, before sitting down, and gave a nod to Minerva to begin.

Minerva called out the first name from the role.

"Abbot, Hannah!"

A small blond girl walked towards the hat and sat on the stool, putting it on. After a few moments the hat shouted "Hufflepuff! Yooouuuuhhh ooooohh ooh oohhh"

The Hufflepuff house cheered, while Albus Dumbledore palmed his face, frustrated with the hat. 'What's was wrong with it this year?' he thought. He realized he was not in his office, and quickly straightened his posture, smiling at the new first years.

He looked at Neville Longbottom, eyeing him with interest. This was the chosen one, and he would make sure never to repeat the horrible mistake he did with Harry Potter. He would observe him closely, and make sure he would survive with the encounter with the Dark Lord, whom he knew was coming, lured by the bait. However the boy seemed afraid of his own shadow, nervousness emanating from his body. Dumbledore sighed. He had his work cut out to mold the boy.

Another boy caught his attention, and he was the exact opposite of Neville Longbottom. Harry Apollo Wayne, heir of the prestigious Wayne group of companies, son of the second richest man in the world. He was happy that Harry accepted his invitation to join Hogwarts, a kick in the face of Salem Institute of Magic, where the staff was eagerly awaiting his acceptance.

The boy stood calmly, his brilliant green eyes looking around, taking in his surroundings. Albus nodded in approval, the boy was calm and composed and he if he guessed the boy had rudimentary training in Occlumency to hide his nervousness and apprehension. He obviously inherited his looks from his father, whom he met before in the beach. The strong angular face, the slightly messy hair was obviously a Wayne trait. His face was familiar, but he could not place a name to who resembled him slightly.

"Granger, Hermione!" called out Minerva, and Hermione who stood beside Harry walked quickly towards the stool. Her face was scrunched up, and the hat was quiet for a minute before it yelled "Ravenclaw!... ohhh waaa waa ahh ahh aw!" Ravenclaw house clapped, welcoming their first female first year, as she sat on an empty seat on the table.

"Greengrass, Daphne!"

Daphne felt Harry gave her hand a squeeze and she smiled gratefully. She walked to the Hat and put it on, sitting on the stool. Her face showed panicked for a moment, before relaxing when the Hat shouted "Ravenclaw! Yeah baby yeah! Hot mama!" She blushed as the rest of the population laughed, for they were greatly entertained at this year's sorting with the hat's weird antics. They understood the Hat's comment's though, as Daphne was a very pretty girl, who would someday become a beautiful stunning woman. Daphne sat beside Hermione and they both chatted happily, glad they were going to be roommates.

The Slytherins were disappointed though, as the pure blood Greengrass line that had every member of their family become Slytherin finally break the tradition. The Greengrass females were prized by the pureblood traditionalists, known for being their trademark red hair and beautiful face.

The sorting went on, with Neville Longbottom going to Gryffindor, with the hat exclaiming "oh boy!" until finally three boys remained, Harry, a red haired boy and a boy with Mediterranean looks.

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