Iris Rosier always believed she was the odd one out. She didn't share her family's beliefs and constantly felt as though she was different from them. The moment a house elf and a hidden letter come into her life claiming that she's not who she thoug...
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ACT TWO, the returned CHAPTER THREE, triwizard tournament
Harry had caught another glimpse of Iris when she exited the train once they arrived at Hogwarts. The students were led back into the castle with Iris staying beside the Ravenclaw, Elissa and Theodore Nott, the pair chatting happily about how excited they were for the upcoming school year. Iris had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach that was telling her something was going to happen—something big. She had gotten the same exact feeling back in second year when the chamber of secrets had been opened. Secretly, she wondered if she would ever get the chance to have a normal school year.
Iris parted ways with the Ravenclaw girl and followed Nott back towards the Slytherin table where she would be sitting at. She sat down beside Astoria and Pansy and across from Draco and Oliver. Her eyes wandered over to the Gryffindor table where the golden trio sat. She sent Harry a small friendly nod before turning to her friends as they guessed which first years would be in what house during the Sorting.
"I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Art professor is now that Professor Lupin has retired." Pansy said. All of their eyes turned towards the table of teachers to see who was joining, but there wasn't a single person there. "Could they not find another professor, then?
"I really do miss Professor Lupin. He was probably the best Professor we were going to get." Astoria said sadly.
"He was a werewolf." Draco said, squinting his eyes at her.
"So?" Pansy, Iris, and Astoria asked simultaneously. Draco raised up his hands in surrender before they turned towards the doors of the Great Hall. They opened and a hush fell of the entirety of the room. They were dripping wet, which Iris supposed had to have been from swimming across the lake as opposed to sailing. They shivered furiously as some of them took glances over at the different tables—a majority of them looking fearfully at the Slytherins.
Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first years and took the dirty wizard's hat and set it on top. Silence. Everyone stared at the hat before the tear at the brim opened wide and it sang:
A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng. Yet how to pick the worthy ones When theu were dead and gone? 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead? Now slip me snug above your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!
