The Anger .

The next morning, Harry received a notice via a Ministry owl while sitting at the Hufflepuff table with Daphne, Susan and Hannah. It was a short note from Madam Bones informing him an emergency session of the Wizengamot had been called for that afternoon. The note also told him to make himself ready in neat and tidy robes to be picked up by Cygnus from the Entrance Hall at 1.30pm. And that a note had been sent to his Head of House, Professor Flitwick, informing him he would be away for a few hours 'on family business'.

He also found Daphne had received a similar letter, as she would be joining him in attending the Wizengamot trial.

He also received, via Hedwig this time, his copy of that morning's Daily Prophet. He sighed when he saw the headline. *#*

BOY-WHO-LIVED BETROTHED TO GREENGRASS HEIRESS

In a stunning surprise it has been learned by the Daily Prophet that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, through a long time existing betrothal contract, is betrothed to Miss Daphne Greengrass, eldest daughter and Heiress of Lord Cygnus Greengrass, reports Rita Skeeter.

The betrothal contract, believed to have been signed by the Late Lord James Potter and Lord Greengrass, was activated by Mister Potter not long ago in accordance with his deceased father's wishes.

Both Mister Potter and Miss Greengrass are current First Years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Readers will remember it was only a week ago today that Mister Potter first entered the Great Hall at Hogwarts ready to be sorted. However, readers will also recall how the Daily Prophet brought you the news of what actually happened.

Mister Potter remained in a private ward at St Mungo's until the early evening of last Thursday, when he immediately rejoined the student population at Hogwarts. Mister Potter, unlike Potters before him, was then surprisingly sorted into Ravenclaw. Clearly, Mister Potter has inherited the intelligence of his late muggleborn mother, Lady Lily Potter nee Evans.

Further, Mister Potter does not wear spectacles; nor does he bear a scar where the Killing Curse supposedly struck. This brings into question just how much of that night we all believe to be true is actually true at all. It is unknown how this betrothal will affect the balance of power within the Wizengamot. However, the Daily Prophet will bring you the news, as it relates, as we always have.

For all the young witches out there hoping they would be the lucky one to capture the heart of the famous Mister Potter; sorry, girls; he's taken. And it appears he's been taken since 1980 or 81.

More on the supposed Boy-Who-Lived, Mister Harry Potter and the House of Potter: pg 2.

More on Miss Daphne Greengrass and the House of Greengrass: pg 2.

An analysis of the effect this will have on the balance of power within the Wizengamot: pg 3.

*#* "Damn it!" muttered Harry, flipping to the next page. Looking at his betrothed, he said, "The Daily Prophet just outed us. It's now public knowledge."

Daphne just shrugged and said, "You knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later."

"Yeah," he sighed. "I was just hoping we'd have another few days and could get the trial out of the way before the story broke."

"Why?" she asked. "At least this way, while people are going to be focussed on us and our betrothal, Madam Bones will be able to slip your godfather's trial in under their noses."

Looking up and thinking about it for a few moments, he said, "You're right. It'll have people looking at the left hand while the right hand is doing all the work. Thank you, for that." "That's what being involved with me will do for you, Mister Potter," she said with a small smile. "You have my political knowledge at your disposal."

"Smart, beautiful and modest," said Harry.

"That I am, good sir," she said with an air of smugness.

"Actually, I was referring to me," he replied with the same air.

Susan and Hannah broke into giggles.

Daphne whacked him on the arm and exclaimed, "Prat!"

At precisely 1.30pm both Harry and Daphne were standing in the Entrance Hall waiting for Daphne's father to arrive and collect them. He did not disappoint.

With Professor Flitwick there as Head of House for Ravenclaw and representing Professor Snape as Head of House for Slytherin - the two felt he didn't want to be there due to the current threat he had over his head - they were joined on time by Cygnus.

A few words to Professor Flitwick and the promise they'd be returning as soon as their business was concluded, the party of three departed the castle and began to walk towards the main gates. Cygnus informed them both they'd be using the fireplace in the Three Broomsticks to floo to the atrium in the Ministry.

After a few words between Daphne and her father, Cygnus said to Harry. "Alright, Harry - I've been quite the patient man How did you do it?"

"Do what, sir?" Harry innocently replied.

"You know very well what I'm talking about," he replied with a smirk. "I watched the sorting, remember. And I know you fooled the Hat. I want to know how you did it."

Harry laughed while Daphne looked on, confused.

Nodding, he said, "After I read what traits by which the students were sorted, I analysed all my emotional traits in as coldly a logical manner as I could," he said. "I then went through my mindscape looking for what the Hat would use to sort me. With me so far?"

Cygnus nodded and gave a verbal nod of agreement.

"I then took those memories that would be in favour of sorting me into either Gryffindor or Slytherin and buried them as far as I could. Then I took the memories that would be against sorting me into Gryffindor or Slytherin, such as thinking Gryffindors were too stupid to be sorted into another house or were nothing more than cannon fodder, and thinking that I wanted to put a pillow over Malfoy's face and smother him in his sleep, and brought those forward. I made them seem more important to me.

"That then made it safe for me not to be sorted into either of those two Houses. Next, I brought right to the front all my desires to make friends and work hard, without hiding any traits about my intelligence or wit. I was pretty - 'slap-dash' - with that.

"When the Hat was placed on my head and started rummaging through, I sent mental shouts of 'Friends! Loyalty! Hard work!' and made it like I was trying to cover up my eidetic memory. The Hat found the not-so-subtle attempts by me to influence it to put me in Hufflepuff; and, because of the lack of subtlety there, did not look any deeper. Ergo, it did what I wanted and put me in Ravenclaw. However, I've no doubt I'd have been happy to be in Hufflepuff if I'd gotten things wrong, and it actually went with what it thought was my first choice."

Cygnus was laughing out loud as he was walking along.

Daphne, who had slipped her arm into Harry's elbow as soon as they started walking, whispered out loud, "I don't believe you pranked the Hat!"

Harry chuckled and said, "There's nothing to say it wouldn't have put me in Ravenclaw, anyway."

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