-Hermione Granger isn’t able to get into the first year dorm on her first night and spends the night crying until George Weasley comes down to the commons to see her.
-He explains in a soft tone that he understands how she’s feeling and together they go knocking on McGonnagall’s bedroom door because she needs somewhere to sleep dammit.
-McGonnagall apologizes to the young girl right away and it takes the rest of the night to get the girl’s dorm to accept her.
-Hannah Abbott and Hermione form a secret group for transgirls and occasionally they have a meet up with George’s transboy group. They all have secret badges.
-The next year they’re ready for any new trans kids and the two groups merged together so its just the SOTANGS(society of trans and nongender specifics). -When Lockheart refers to George as a she all hell breaks loose. The fanclub of Lockheart grows to near nonexistent by the time the dueling club is started up.
-Colin Creevey comes out to SOTANGS when someone steals his hormone blockers.
-The person receives hell and is shunned by the entire school for the rest of the year.
-They don’t come back the next year.
-Speaking of year three, SOTANGS is growing larger and they need to find a new classroom.
-Colin discovers the Room of Wishes Granted, as he calls it
-The room gives everything from pamphlets to stuffing and binders, packers and tucking underwear.
-George starts testosterone therapy at the end of the year
-Year four has SOTANGS gaining honorary members from dumstrang and beaubaxton.
-A GSA is created and Cedric and Cho come out as bi and ace, respectively.
-Luna stumbles into a SOTANGS meeting after hearing about it from Ginny.
-Susan Bones becomes Stanley Bones and later starts a drag club.
-Charlie bursts in one day in full drag but like, as a dragon. Dragon Shows
-Viktor Krum shows Hermione a spell to help her enlarge her breasts over the summer.
-Year Five has SOTANGS and the DA basically being the same thing except Harry is fucking oblivious.
-Umbridge misgenders a third year and has them write “i am a boy, i am doing this for attention” with a blood quill. George develops a skin cream that helps heal scar wounds, one that will later become the basis for top surgery scar removal.
-Harry is literally so oblivious, honestly bless him.
-I hate Umbridge and she steals kids trans gear
-Basically Umbridge deserved death
6th year is when Hermione starts HRT and Ron finds out, he literally looks at hermione and just *shrugs*
-“okay still a girl though yeah?” -ron
-WWW has all trans things needed(including magical binders for guys that had larger breasts)
-Lavender misgenders Hermione and George in the same breath and Ginny fucking decks her
-Slughorn just not giving a shit and properly addresses everyone
-Draco figures out he’s gay because he tried kissing Pansy and that was gross but holy shit Blaise.
-Blaise basically wins over the entire school with how hot they are
**HC AUTHOR NOTE**
Please skip this section if abuse and torture trigger you. I’m not joking, in case you haven’t noticed the Carrow twins are fucking horrible and they’re about to get worse.
-any SOTANGS kids who didn’t go to Hogwarts this year had it easy
-all HRT and T was confiscated
-binders/tuckers/packers/stuffers(idk what transgirls call them someone send help) were burned
-if anyone was caught using the “wrong”(see: misgendering assholes) pronouns was tortured for an hour
-most moved into the room of requirement(wishes granted) pretty quickly
- the carrows did a lot of horrible shit
-one kid died because the carrows tortured him for a full day
-kids were ordered to report if someone used the “wrong pronouns”
-that actually happened only once.
-Due to the war, George didn’t get to have top surgery while Fred was alive.
-Colin never got to be in his perfect body.
-Over half of SOTANGS was lost.
-But the group continues and merges with the GSA.
-Teddy and Victorie head the group as the androgynous duo.
-Roman comes to his mother two weeks before he’s due to start school and asks her mom to call her Rose.
-Everyone accepts the change without a big fuss.
-Rose is still her Uncle Percy’s favorite, much to Ron’s dismay.
I see a lot of posts remembering those who died in the Battle of Hogwarts today (as there should be) but I think we should start remembering ALL who died in the second wizarding war, as there isn’t really a day for that. So in addition to Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Colin Creevy, Fred Weasley, Lavender Brown, Vincent Crabbe (no one mentions him. Yea he was an asshole, but he was still a person) Severus Snape (yes, even him, just today) and the fallen fifty; I raise my wand to Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Hedwig, Alastor Moody, and Dobby the Free Elf.
Gryffindor pride parties are major ragers and theres every magical alcohol imaginable and colin creevy is running around taking pictures only wearing a pride flag
McGonagall rubs her temples when Celeste - a slightly snobbish princess from a castle painting in the Gryffindor common room - comes bursting in on poor Brutus - a jumpy little knight who never wanted to be a knight but that’s how he got painted - to tell the Gryffindor Head that there is, of all things, underage drinking occurring right in the Gryffindor common room.
It’s not like Minerva is particularly surprised. Teens love to experiment and, unfortunately, not every sixth and seventh year is going to be responsible and act as a good role model for the younger students. Not all the older students understand that there are impressionable young eleven year olds around and that they, with their older kid hijinks, can seriously harm those children. And the children just want some attention from the teens because they consider them so cool and will do anything with the tiniest bit of pressure. McGonagall remembers those days, even as old as she is. As well, she’s been doing this job long enough. This is hardly the first time.
She thanks Celeste and then snaps at the princess to give her some room to breathe and plan out the best course of action. Shutting these things down tends to mean they’ll just happen again - and eventually someone will figure out there there’s someone living in the castle painting and that’s how Minvera always knows far too much about the goings-on in their common room. But the longer she sits there, the angrier she gets. If she sits and thinks any longer, she’ll snap at them and scare them away from speaking up and that’s not what she wants. She wants to know why they thought alcohol was a good idea.
Before she can work herself up any further, McGonagall stands up and walks out of her office, straight towards the common room. Celeste must have stopped by the Fat Lady’s portrait before she went back to hiding in her castle because Minerva hasn’t even finished barking out the password before the Fat Lady swings the door open.
Music so loud there’s no way anyone can hear what anybody else can say slams into Minerva, feeling like a physical force. She muscles her way past it, strides into the common room, and sends a wordless and wandless silencing spell to the music. Then she waits. Students don’t notice her right away. They’re all shouting at each other and - is that the Creevey boy wrapped up in a flag, for goodness sake, who thought giving him alcohol was a good idea? - hyped up. Students are dancing on tables and jumping on armchairs. Some of the boys have made a game out of sliding down the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. Slowly, like a line of dominoes in slow motion, the students feel her presence. The ones closer to her notice first and freeze - drunk and buzzed and sober, all of them. Then the ones behind them and the ones behind them and suddenly the common room is dead silent.
“What in Merlin’s beard is going on in here?” Minerva asks, her voice tight and clipped, looking down her glasses in that way she knows makes some students quiver.
No one answers, so coughs. “Erm - pride party, professor?” a fourth year with sandy brown hair offers, more a question than a statement.
“This-” she waves her wand, summoning all the alcohol, where it waits, floating in the air “is your pride? Pride of what? Underage drunken mishaps? Nights of bad choices? Pressuring children into feeling terrible? Illegal escapades?”
A few of the upper years stare at her, drunk but ashamed. Some of the younger years just look confused - and some queasy. She’s sure some have already thrown up. Most the students avoid her eyes.
“Well?” she prods. Her question was genuine.
One of the upper years gets her question and stands up to face her. “P-pride of self, professor. Um, you know, our orientations.”
A wave of emotions washes over Minerva. Anger that these children think this is what pride means. Sadness that years of fighting for queer wixen rights still hasn’t brought the safe spaces needed. Shock and happiness that these children think this is something worth celebrating.
McGonagall waves her wand, disappearing the alcohol from the premise. “Fifteen points from your house for every fifth year and up here. Forty points from every student who brought alcohol here - and detention, which you will see me about tomorrow. I will have water and sandwiches sent up. You will all partake. Any students who are not feeling well are to report to Madam Pomfrey right away. Line up here,” she gestures to her left, “ and I will escort you. No lying, now. If you vomit anywhere in this room, you will be cleaning it up. Now!” Students jump to follow her directions. As she suspects, it’s mostly first and second years, along with some third years who line up to go to the nurse. “Students with detention will report to my office tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp. I expect everyone in bed after they have finished their sandwich. I will speak to you all about this again tomorrow.”
There’s some slight groaning as the students follow her to Poppy. Her friend wakes immediately once she hears “alcohol”. She leaves the competent nurse in charge of the students. She knows Poppy will send some headache and stomachache cures to the Gryffindor common room, as well as taking care of the students now in her ward. The last stop McGonagall makes is down to the kitchens, where she personally apologizes and asks the House Elves if they could send up plenty of sandwiches and water to Gryffindor Tower.
Minerva won’t sleep well tonight. She has plans to make. She will show the Hogwarts students that there are better ways to celebrate and show their pride. She will show them how to party without the illegal shenanigans. She will show these students what it means to be safe and loved and accepted.
Today, 19 years ago the battle of Hogwarts happened.
We lost warriors who fought for love, freedom and equality
Let this be a reminder that even fictional stories can be real, can touch us deep and can teach us how to avoid future mistakes.
Today part of George Weasley died with his twin Fred.
Teddy Lupin was orphaned because his parents fought for him to live a better future.
Colin Creevy threw his camera aside and fought hard to protect and his younger brother lost his best friend and role model.
It’s the day Lavender Brown proved girls can be heroes. They’re more than girlfriends or eye candies. They’re warriors.
Severus Snape, with a group of this fandom hating him, had finally finished his job, protected Harry till the end and died broken, full of regrets and lonely staring at a copy of the only pair of eyes that made him feel like he matters.
The day the Malfoy learned how mistaken they were and stepped back when the war almost shredded them apart. They’ll never be the same.
It’s the day Neville Longbottom proved his true heritage as a true Gryffindor pulling the sword out of the Sorting Hat.
The day Hogwarts’ professors, all of them, will remember with pain with the memories of their fallen students being ripped from this life way too early.
And a long long list of names to follow.
This September though, May 2nd, 2017, the mark of the 19 years after epilogue we will celebrate our victories as we mourn our fallen warriors.
As we hope for a bigger victory. A better future. A safer world.
P. S. I still think Harry should’ve married Draco, but this might be just me.
Now who remembers Dennis Creevy? A valiant Gryffindor, whose brother died in the last battle? What ever became of him? He married, and had a son, Jonah (Johnson). Jonah is a fifth year Hufflepuff, and he’s just getting started with all of the Potter/Weasley madness.
How did Moaning Myrtle die if she saw the Basilik's eyes through her spectacles and Colin Creevy just got Petrified by seeing the Basilik through his camera?
My best guess is that most cameras usually contain mirrors inside them when looking through the viewfinder.
So you’re not looking at the exact image but a reflection of the reflection
which is probably why he didn’t die and was petrified instead.
“Draco Malfoy and Y/N Sire.” Cupid said, checking the two of you off. Cupid held his bow and arrow, positioning the heart-tipped arrow at your back. “Steady, hmm, quite the mover.” Cupid said, as you moved through out the Forbidden Forest. You heard a noice and stood still giving Cupid enough time to shoot you.
♡♡♡♡♡ Your PoV
I felt dizzy, a simmering pain in my back. I tried heading straight back to Hogwarts, but I couldn’t. I fell at time and gripped onto trees trying not to collapse. I walked until I saw the Hogwarts Castle. I tried the run, but before I knew it I saw pink.
“Oh she’s waking up.” A voice hushed. I groaned, and stood up rubbing my head with my palm. “What happened?” I asked. “I found you outside the Forbidden Forest, passed out, looking like you went to a party and then came back hungover. So how are you?” Your friend, Ezra, said. “I’m good, Ez. I just feel funny.” I said.
“Well, get back on your feet, you have three boys to break up with on Valentine’s Day!” Ezra told you. “You only want me to get out of here to make boys suffer as your entertainment?” I quirk an eyebrow. “Oh, how did you know?” Ezra deadpanned. “Just a hunch.” I say, sarcasm dripping in my voice. “And then win a hottie and break his heart, it’ll be the talk of the school for the week, they’ll want to know who broke up with who, and oh it’s just nice.” Ezra fantasizes.
“Well, I mean I’m up for a challenge.” I say, Madam Pomfrey enters and sets down a tray by your table. “How do you feel dearie?” Madam Pomfrey interrogates. “I feel alright. I don’t feel sick, it was probably a awful smell from the forest.” I say.
“That good news, just take these medications and you’ll feel better than ever.” Madam Pomfrey handed me potions of resisting ache and such. “May I go?” I ask. “Yes, just sign out.” She gleamed at you. I signed out and thanked Madam Pomfrey. “Who first?” I question Ezra, who took out a list.
“First up, Colin Creevy.” Ezra said. “Ironic. Did this boy honestly think he had a chance with you, he was absolutely creepy. Ah! Colin Creepy.” Ezra laughed. “I like how you fooled him with the ‘First Kiss Talk’. He fell so in love with you.” Ezra told you. “There he is.” I said, “Gum.” Ezra took out gum and handed it to me, I took a piece and chewed on it the mint flavor tingling my tastebuds.
“Hey Colin.” I grinned sweetly. “Oh, hello Y/N!” Colin beamed. “I got you something.” Colin blushed, pulling out a box of chocolates. “Oh my gosh, Colin these are amazing, but that’s not what I came for.” I say, the end of my sentence becoming gradually sadder. “What’s wrong Y/N?” Colin asked. “Colin I don’t think this is going to work out.” I said, putting on a sad smile.
“And it’s not me. It’s you.” I said, grabbing the box of chocolates and heading of with Ezra. I looked back at a stunned Creevy. “Poor boy.” Ezra fake poured. “Let’s just go before he tells.” I said. Spitting out the gum in my mouth into the wrapper. “Dean Thomas.” Ezra said. “Sad, I kind of liked him.” I shrug. “Oh well.” Ezra said, checking him off. “Gryffindor Common Room?” I ask, thinking he’ll be there. “I’m not sure.” Ezra said. While heading to the Gryffindor Common Room, I spotted bleach white haired boy with a girl.
I inspected the scene closely and saw that the girl was in tears. I felt awful, but that is the same thing I’m doing to boys. It has always been like this, get them in love with me, get all I need, and then throw them away. It seems that I’m not the only one doing this. I seemed to feel awful about the dilemma all the time. They were in love and I wasn’t, I just couldn’t. I just don’t want to be heartbroken.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Draco’s PoV
Pansy Parkinson was sobbing at my feet, I felt awkward, it was embarrassing. I needed to get out fast. I pushed Pansy off my feet and walked off casually. I still heard her sobs and screams of coming back to her, but I didn’t. I still had Astoria Greengrass and another chick to break up with. I headed towards the dungeons to the Slytherin Common Room. It was decorated in silver hearts, which was hugely preferred towards the pink ones.
I saw Astoria sitting and reading a book, she looked up and gave me a grand smile. “Hello Draco.” Astoria said, her voice sickly sweet for my liking. “Hello Astoria.” I said, playing a gloom face. “What’s wrong?” Astoria questions, becoming worried. “I think we need to call this an end.” I said, as I felt a tingling pain in chest at my heart specifically. “Why?” Astoria said with tears in her eyes. “I-,” I stop talking as my head gets dizzy. “I need to go to the Infirmary.” I say, clutching my head as I stand up and fall down.
“Draco! You alright, mate.” A blurry figure of Blaise told me. “I’m not.” I said. “Come on let’s go.” Blaise putting my arm around his shoulder dragging me to the Infirmary passing out as I saw pink.
I woke with Blaise beside me. “You awake?” Blaise asks. “No.” I retort. “Alright let me make you a grave.” Blaise cheekily smiled. “Gosh, I feel awfully weird.” I told Blaise. “I just want to get out of here.” I said. “Ask Madam Pomfrey. And quick I have to go to the Valentine’s Day Ball with my girlfriend.” Blaise told me. “There’s a Ball?” I question. “Yes.” Blaise said. “Now hurry.” Blaise rushes. I ask Madam Pomfrey if I could leave, she said of course but I still got medications. We went to the Slytherin Common Room and Blaise went to get prepared and I think I’ll join him to the Ball.
I looked at pure black suit with a white blouse underneath. “You need something festive.” Blaise said, handing me a pink bow tie, I put it on even though I dislike the color. “Ready? You don’t have a date don’t you?” Blaise interrogated. “Yes and no, but I’m still going.” I said. “OK.” Blaise sighed.
We walked out of the Slytherin Common Room, Blaise’s Ravenclaw girlfriend beside him, as I was the third wheel. We headed towards the Grand Hall. It was decorated in intriguing decor. I walked down to the end of the staircase. Watching all the love in the air, I looked up at the staircase and found two girls, one with pink and blond hair and the other with H/C hair.
She was absolutely breath-taking, I couldn’t remove my eyes off her. “Stop staring at her lover boy.” Her friend told me, I didn’t realize that they were down the stairs already. “By the way, she’s single.” Her friend winked at me, walking away. I looked back at the girl’s friend. She looked stunning, with her curled/straightened hair with a rose crown on top, her flowing fair pink dress that reached her knees were paired with glimmering silver heels.
I walked towards the girl, who was oddly alone. “Hello.” I said, catching her attention. “Ello.” She smiled, making a grin appear on my face. “May I have this dance?” I ask, putting out a hand for her to grab in which she did. “Sure.” She said. “I’m Draco. Draco Malfoy.” I told her. “Y/N. Y/N Sire.” She tells me as I twirl her around.
“You look lovely.” I say, “Thank you. Well, you look rather dashing yourself.” Y/N complimented me. “Thank you.” I laugh. The songs kept playing as we stared at each other, a stare like this could only appear to be in a Romance Novel. The song came close to an end and this was my chance, I dipped her and gave her a kiss. I pulled her up and she didn’t pull back, she laid her arms around my neck pulling me closer. Her soft, chocolate lips went on my slightly chapped, mint lips. A breeze swept right by us as a pink and white aurora surrounded us. We let go and looked at each other with Cheshire Cat grins on our faces.
Headcanon that the year the students went back to Hogwarts, the head boy and head girl along with the prefects arrived at school several days in advance to plan a special scavenger hunt for he first years, to help the students familiarize themselves with the school. With the help of all of the professors and the ghosts they set up a grand and elaborate puzzle.
On September 1st, all the students enter the Great Hall and take their seats. The first years get sorted into their houses but the tension in the room is almost too much to bear. Students are staring blankly at different areas of the hall, areas where their friends were killed, or where they killed someone else. The teachers try to maintain a straight face, but they know that nothing will ever be the same. Minerva McGonagall overlooks all the empty seats at the tables, forcing herself to maintain her composure. So many lives lost, so many children dead. Sybill Trelawney keeps her eyes fixated at the Gryffindor table, where she had remembered Lavender Brown, always praising her predictions and encouraging other to follow suite. Horace Slughorn stared at his own plate, unable to look at any of the students. Too many children had died in his lifetime. He had seen too much death for him to bear. Hagrid silently sobs for every child in the room, living or dead, who has suffered as a result of this war. They silently applauded all of the first years, who could sense the tension in the room, but couldn’t really understand what was happening.
McGonagall then stands up to deliver her very first speech as official headmistress of Hogwarts. After a few words about the school rules and expectations, she pulls out a piece of parchments with names written all over it and begins to recite them. After the first five names however, she sets the parchment down and continues reciting them. She doesn’t need to read them. She’s memorized each and every one of them already.
Once she has finished, she leaves the podium. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley step up from behind the table to the podium. Hermione Granger walks to the front from her seat at the Gryffindor table. Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, George Weasley, and essentially every child who fought stands up and together they engrave all of the names into walls of the Great Hall. Every person who had given up their lives in the Wizarding Wars – James Potter, Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Fred Weasley, Marlene McKinnon, Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Ted Tonks, Regulus Black, Alastor Moody, Dobby, Albus Dumbledore, Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, Emmeline Vance, Lavender Brown, Colin Creevy, Cedric Diggory, and everyone else.
The next morning, the Gryffindor prefects gather all the first years in their own common rooms.
“In order to help you get to know the school better, we have planned a scavenger hunt for you. All the first years are doing this, so the first house who gets the Cup will win. Now remember, the winner will only be recognized if they touch the Cup and say “I declare, insert house name, the winners!”.”
The prefects hand the eager kids an envelope, and then sweep out of the room.
The Gryffindor first years eagerly tear open their clue and begin their search of the castle. The first few tasks are rather simple. Find the kitchen and ask Winky the house elf for a spoon and an envelope. Go find Hagrid’s hut and knock on the door. However, with each clue, the tasks become more and more daring.
Finally, they receive a clue that instructs them to go into the Forbidden Forest alone. All the Gryffindors run to the Forest, where they meet up with the Ravenclaw first years.
One of the Gryffindor boys announces to the other children that he’ll go in and get the clue. They glance over at the Ravenclaw kids, who are looking warily at the dark forest. “Hey, do you want to get our envelope for us?” They ask.
Laughing, the Gryffindor boy runs into the forest where he finds Firenze.
“Are you alone?” The centaur asks curiously.
The boy shrugs. “Yeah. Do you have a clue.”
“Firenze looks the boy up and down for a second and hands him an envelope. The boy then sprints out of the forest to his waiting friends. However, when they open the envelope, they have no idea how to solve the riddle.
“Hey do you guys know what this means?” They ask the Ravenclaws, who are still trying to assess the dangers of the forest.
One of the Ravenclaw girls looks over at the envelope and then laughs. “Of course.”
“Maybe want to help us?”
She looks at them and then at the forest. “Can you help us?”
The Gryffindor boy sighs, but nods after one look from his friends. He then leads the girl into the forest.
“Why are you so scared of this place?” He asks.
She gives him a look. “Well first of all, look at it. It’s terrifying. Besides, professor McGonagall specifically stated that it would be against our judgement to enter the forest. But that’s not why we didn’t want to go in.We were trying to assess the best way to approach this situation before making any rash judgements.”
“You were going to try and get the envelope logically instead of just running in and grabbing it?”
“Who knows what kind of dangers are in here? I’d rather lose this game instead of losing my head.”
Before he can reply, Firenze appears in front of them, his face sporting a half smile. He silently hands them another envelope and then gallops away.
“Okay he seemed a lot more welcoming this time than he did when I first came here,” Gryffindor boy said. He shrugs it off, however, and they run back to their friends.
The other Ravenclaws are already huddled around the Gryffindor clue, deciphering it for them.
“The answer is room under,” a Gryffindor girl says flatly. “What is that supposed to mean.”
Meanwhile, the Ravenclaws get to deciphering their own clue. “the Sea. What, are we supposed to go swimming?”
The two houses stand there, completely confused before a Ravenclaw boy suddenly says, “guys, I’m hungry. Can we go get some food first?”
The other nod in agreement and are about to run back to the castle when they stop and look at each other for a brief second. “Hey,” they say at the Gryffindors. “Want to come with?”
They nod and together, the two houses run to the Great Hall where lunch is being served. However, the hall is virtually empty, save a few students. Without even realizing it, the two houses gather around the Ravenclaw table and seat themselves comfortably, talking to one another. It isn’t for another half an hour before one of the Gryffindor girls, who is holding both clues in her hand, notices something.
“Guys, what if these clues go together? Like what if it means “room under the sea?”
The rest of the students stare at her for second, before nodding in agreement.
“It’s worth a shot. I mean what do we have to lose?”
“The Slytherin dorms are under the Great Lake. What if that’s what it’s referring to?”
They tear out of the Great Hall and down to the dungeons, where another group of first years are already standing.
“Did your clue lead you here too?” A Hufflepuff boy asks them.
They nod together. “But I’m assuming that we can’t get in right? I mean it’s the Slytherin common room and none of us are Slytherins.”
“Nah, don’t worry about that” the Hufflepuff says. “We already have a sort of truce thing going on with the Slytherins. We helped them out earlier, and they helped us out too. They’re going to let us into their dorm.”
As if on cue, a group of Slytherins walked up to the other three houses and stared at the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. “Your clue led you here?” One of them asks.
“And why would we let you in?”
They looked at each other and shrugged. “There is honestly absolutely no reason for you to help us.” A Gryffindor girl finally says.
The Slytherins look hesitantly at the Hufflepuffs, and then at each other before heaving a sigh and opening the entrance. The Hufflepuffs entered first, then the Ravenclaws, the Gryffindors and finally the Slytherins entered.
Standing in the centre of the common room was the Cup.
“Okay, that wasn’t there when we left,” one of the Slytherins said, bemused.
“Well who’s going to take it?” a Ravenclaw asked but bfefore anyone could respond, a blue ring appeared on the ground around the cup.
“How rude,” a Gryffindor mumbled.
“Well I guess it’s only fair if we all have it,” a Hufflepuff boy said. “I mean, we all got here because of each other.” He glanced at the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. “I’m assuming you guys needed each other’s help.”
“Who knows what that ring is though,” a Ravenclaw noted. “It could be really dangerous.”
A Gryffindor girl stepped out from amongst them and looked at the ring before walking straight up to it.
As if there were an invisible shield around the Cup, she was blown backwards. It wasn’t enough to maim her, but it was enough to give her a shock.
“Guys come look at this.”
The group went and surrounded a Ravenclaw who was sitting on the ground with bits of parchment scattered on the floor around her.
“I took all of our envelopes that held the clues and pieced them together. There were secret notes written on all of them. All we need to do is have the Slytherins say this enchantment.”
“Why us? We haven’t even learned anything yet. It’s our second day at school.”
“I don’t know. It’s what the envelopes say. Just go along with it.”
The Slytherins agreed, though they were 100% confused, and said the enchantment together. At once, the line disappeared.
“So who’s going to take the Cup?” the Ravenclaw asked again.
All four houses looked at each other.
“If you let us do it,” one of the Hufflepuffs said. “We promise we won’t say it.”
“Might as well,” the other houses agreed.
The Hufflepuff walked over and grabbed the Cup and walked to the rest of the first years. He then set it on the ground.
Everyone stared at the Cup for a few seconds. No one said anything. They were all really confused by this whole thing.
“OH THANK GOODNESS!”
They jumped and looked at the entrance of the dorm. The prefects were standing there, looking at them proudly.
“I’m just really relieved that you guys got the point of all this. Otherwise this would have just been a complete disaster let’s be honest.”
“Just because you’re in different houses doesn’t seclude you from each other,” a Slytherin prefect explained. “There are no houses that are better than one another. You are placed in houses for no other reason than to be with people that have the same talents as you and can help bring out the best in you. Just because you’re in Gryffindor doesn’t mean that you’re better than any Hufflepuff, in the same way that being in Slytherin doesn’t make you better than Ravenclaw. You all needed each other in some way to get where you are now. If you had just stuck to your own houses and hadn’t looked out for each other, none of you would have won. We just–”
“The point is,” another prefect interjected. “We did this to promote inter-house relations. When we just started here at Hogwarts, there weren’t many chances to actually have house to house interactions – unless you count quidditch, but even then, that was competition based. From the events that occurred over the past few years, we realized that we needed to show everyone that your house isn’t what defines you. Rather, it’s your relationships and your choices that really identify who you are as a person.”
Every year after that, the older years would join together and create all sorts of events that promoted inter-house relationships so that there would never be another battle as the children and adults alike witnessed in May of 1998.