“Too much emphasis has been placed on the importance of the solitary traits each House has become associated with. Slytherins are loyal; Gryffindors are cunning. Hufflepuffs are intelligent; Ravenclaws are brave.” Gwen said gently. “The crest on your chest does not solely define who you are, or could be.” She smiled faintly. “I was a servant who became a Queen.”
“I was a warlock who was loyal to a man who feared and hated magic.”
“I was a King who ruleda land where magic was outlawed – and knew that the man whom I trusted above all else was also the most powerful warlock in the world.”
Merlin’s jaw dropped. “You knew?!?!”
Arthur rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Of course I knew. Clotpole. Do you really think that I would have gone off so many times with only you to guard my back if there wasn’t more than met the eye?”
As Merlin sputtered, Morgana stepped forward. “The point is,” she said imperiously, “You all have the traits of all the Houses. There are multiple children that were Sorted tonight whom could have gone to more than one House, and done quite well.” Her cool, pale green gaze rested briefly on Harry, who squirmed. “Therefore, we decree that the following people will be re Sorted each year, for a minimum of four years of their seven at Hogwarts. They are: Harry Potter. Hermione Granger. Ronald Weasley. Draco Malfoy. Daphne Greengrass. Blaise Zabini. Dean Thomas. Neville Longbottom. Padma and Parvarti Patil. Theodore Nott. Pansy Parkinson.” She paused. “Severus Snape. Minerva McGonagall.”
The two teachers jumped in surprise. “WHAT?!?!”
“As the Heads of the two most polarizing Houses in the school, you two wield the most direct influence over the student body and mind. Therefore, each year you must alternate. Severus Snape, you will be the Head of Gryffindor. Minerva, Head of Slytherin House. That includes changing personal residences.” Morgana’s voice was hard, unyielding.
“My lady, as honored as we all are by your presense and counsel, surely-” Dumbledore began, finally finding his voice for the first time since the Four had appeared.
“We are well aware of your ongoing strife between magical beings and the one who calls himself Lord Voldemort.” Merlin said coldly. “As well as the belief among some here that those of pure magical heritage are somehow better than those without. It is an indirect effect of Nimue’s Curse upon Uther.” He paused and huffed in exasperation when his grand statement didn’t have the shocked effect he had expected. “O, for the love of…Who is your historian? Do you truly have no idea of your heritage, and the true cause of all this strife?”
“Professor Binns is our History of Magic teacher, my lord.” Percy Weasley called out tentatively. “He is a ghost. Erm…he tends to focus on the Goblin Wars more than anything though.”
“The Goblin Wars.” Arthur repeated, narrowing his eyes at Dumbledore. “So, the descendants of magical Britain – and Camelot – are learning the history of another species before their own?”
“Professor Binns is an excellent and valued member of this faculty – ”
“Silence!” Morgana thundered. “I See now, Merlin, why you were Called so strongly. There is much to correct and change, if they are to hope to survive.”
“Morgana.” Gwen interrupted quietly, placing a gentle hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “Peace. Enough for tonight. It is past midnight, and the children are frightened and exhausted. Look.”
The witch froze, glancing around the Great Hall. She sighed heavily, and slumped. “You are right, my queen. That is enough for tonight. Off to bed. All of you.” She commanded, raising her voice. “Tomorrow we will reconvene here, and you will learn of your heritage, history, and blood.”