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Anael was shocked; he couldn't believe Y/N had something with the current Minister of Magic. He had some doubts, but he knew he had to see everything first before asking questions. They followed Y/N from the past to find out more. They were in the north compartments, where they were all Slytherins at the tables; Anael could see that the little group had black suits. They sat at a table; Draco, Pansy, Blaise, and Y/N. While Crabbe and Goyle sat at another table next to them, they could hear and talk as well.

"Carla's stopping the fun again," Draco complained, rolling his eyes.

"She's the Headgirl. What do you expect?" Pansy spoke in a disbelieving tone as she adjusted her black tie. "You can't expect her to be on our side... if it were me, I'd drain those Gryffindors, one by one."

"We're talking about my sister," said Y/N looking at them. "She says she's not into that sort of thing. If only she knew how much fun she was missing out on seeing those Gryffindors pissed," he recalled how in previous years they'd tease them for fun, and this year he was going to do the same.

"Remember when the mudblood hit Draco?" Blaise started laughing, and the compartment went quiet for a moment.

"It's not funny, Zabini," Draco glared at him.

"In fact..." Y/N spoke.  "A mudblood humiliated you, Malfoy," he laughed at him because it was the most humiliating thing that had happened to Draco in his third year.

"I washed my face for days!" The blond defended himself in disgust. "Being touched by a mudblood is humiliating, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone."

"By the way, I heard our parents were reunited," Pansy muttered under her breath. "I think they were talking about meeting with our Lord..." she muttered as quietly as she could.

"I think so too," Draco affirm. "My mother ordered me to be in my room and not to come out until she says so."

"Are we going to be chosen? Are we going to be Death Eaters?" asked Goyle, who was standing next to him, listening to the conversation.

"Undoubtedly," said Y/N. "After the Dark Lord's fall, his son must be looking for some strength to take his revenge and kill those who don't follow his orders."

"And I think killing the mudbloods once and for all," Crabbe grinned without showing his teeth.

Anael clenched his fists; he didn't like the kind of conversations they were having. He remembered the prejudice at Ilvermorny and Hogwarts and, from what he could witness at the moment, the taunts reminded him of his life at school.

Y/N looked at his pocket watch and knew he had to go to his sister; he belonged to the prefects' group. He remembered when Professor Snape told him that he had gone to Dumbledore to recommend him for the prefect group in his fifth year onwards. He made his way to his destination and found his sister sitting there, waiting for everyone to arrive.

"Y3/N, I'm surprised to see you so early," Carla greeted with a hint of arrogance as if to mock the situation.

"I'm glad to see you too, sis," he smiled sideways and didn't hesitate to hug her; she wasn't at the mansion during the summer.

"As you should," she returned the hug. "You must tell me what you've been up to this summer," they separated from each other slowly.

"And you must tell me about your trip to the United States," he answered, and she smiled without showing her teeth, nodding.

There were murmurs nearby; the group of prefects was approaching. One by one, they entered and sat down in the seats that the train had; the only one standing was Carla.

"Good evening, prefects," greeted the emerald-eyed blonde. "Before we begin, I would like to welcome our new prefects to our team," she clapped, and everyone applauded as they saw the six fifth-year students, two from each house, a boy and a girl. "It is a great honor to be prefects, and it is a great responsibility that has been placed in our hands. Our Heads of House nominated you for some reason, and it is because of your potential as a student," she looked at each of them.

At that moment, Anthony Miller from the house of Ravenclaw entered; he was in the seventh year just like Carla, and along with her, he was chosen as Hedboy.

"Sorry, I'm late. I was helping some first-year students," he excused himself and went to Carla's side to continue with the speech.

Carla smiled and continued with her speech. She knew that students of seventh-year were a little bored by the speech for the simple fact that they already knew the rules, but deep down, she felt she had to remind them how to do their job correctly and more to some of the Slytherin group who sometimes abused their authority. There were no questions, and Anthony continued to speak, hinting that there would be future meetings and announcing patrol shifts during the school year.

"Who is him?" asked Anael pointed.

"His name is Neville Longbottom," Y/N respond. "He's the current Herbology professor on Hogwarts. Neville was the selected prefect of his year along with Hermione. No one was surprised that she was selected as a prefect because...

"She's the brightest witch of her age," Anael finished the sentence.

Y/N nodded, looking at Hermione, standing next to Neville and some of her house. After a long chat and a reminder of when the next meeting would be. They could see the castle from the window, and in a few minutes, they would arrive.

"Hogwarts," said Anael.

"Our home," said Y/N.

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Everyone was in the Great Hall; Y/N came down late because he was receiving instructions from his sister, and for the thousandth time, she was reminding him to behave. He proudly entered the Great Hall, wearing his respective house uniform, looking up at the beautiful ceiling that the sky was showing at that moment. As it was night, he could see the stars shining brightly. He knew it was going to be boring since it would be the new year's welcome; he sat between Draco and Blaise.

"Was the order of the tables like this?" Anael looked a little lost. "When I was in Hogwarts, I was there." He pointed to the Ravenclaw's table.

"Yes," he answered, "Slytherin first, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and then Gryffindor," he counted as he looked as well. "It was like that for decades until that year because of... "He paused when he saw the pink-clad lady at the professors' table. "Toad face..." He sneered as he looked at Dolores Umbridge.

"I read about her too," commented Anael.

Dumbledore could be seen standing at his golden lectern when he made his presence known; the golden owl on the lectern spread its wings.

"Good evening students, I am glad to see you back for another year, and I hope you have done very well in your OWLS," every student looked up, and some showed the utmost contempt as they remembered their OWLS grades. "I am pleased to introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dolores Umbridge," she smiled haughtily. "I would also like to..." He couldn't finish because Umbridge had risen to her feet and come to Dumbledore's side.

She was short in stature, wide-eyed, with short, badly coiffed hair.

Arrogant.

Y/N of the present looked at her with total contempt and began to remember all the misfortunes that happened that year because of her.

"Good evening, children; I'm glad to be here and see everyone smiling at me," she smiled as she looked at each student without a hint of welcome. "I'm sure we'll all be excellent friends," she paused and took a breath to continue speaking. "The Ministry of Magic has considered the education of every wizard and witch to be important; it is worth noting that every headmaster has brought something new to this school," he looked at Dumbledore, and he nodded in a half-hearted but well-disguised nod. "What must be preserved, must be preserved, what must be perfected must be perfected, and practices that should be banned must be eliminated," she annoyed everyone with her giggle and withdrew to sit back down in his seat.

Dumbledore retook part and continued with the other announcements, welcoming the first years and seating them in the famous chair to put the Sorting Hat on them. Certain of them were drawn to the Slytherin house, which meant there was work to be done. Magically the food appeared on the table, and as always, the feast was exquisite.

"Good speech by Umbridge," said someone at the table.

"What do you think?" Blaise asked, eating a piece of bread.

"It means the Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts, " Y/N commented while eating.

When dinner was over, the prefects took it upon themselves to teach the first-year students everything they needed to know. For example, they had to be careful with the stairs as they were changing. All the Slytherin boys went downstairs to the dungeons where their common room.

"This password is to enter the common room. Every fifteen days, the password changes, so keep an eye on the board of announcement. Any questions?" Y/N questioned the new faces and saw someone raise their hand, "Yes?" He looked at the first-year student.

"When is the library open?" he asked, and Y/N couldn't help to remember the insufferable Granger with her silly books; he takes a deep breath before answering.

"Every day and it closes at eight o'clock at night, it is on the third floor, and there is a part on the fourth floor as well, "Y/N answered the question. "Any other questions?" he asked and saw no hands raised.

The first years were able to appreciate the common room; it was long with coarse stone walls and a ceiling. It contained green lamps hanging from the top. Being in the dungeon, part of it extended partly under the black lake, bringing a green light. It was possible to see the Giant Squid passing by and various fascinating magical creatures in the windows. The common room had black and dark green buttoned sofas, and armchairs and walls were decorated with tapestries telling stories of medieval wizards and witches.

"Without further ado, go to bed; you have an early morning class tomorrow," said Y/N, leaving the first years to go to their respective dormitories.

"I have a question, could you help me?" said Blaise, mocking Y/N as he directed the first years.

"Y/N, could you tell me where the bathroom is?" Draco accompanied Blaise.

"Shut your mouths," Y/N rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, I have a class with Professor Binns tomorrow," Pansy complained.

"Easy, skip the class," Draco said, leaning back on the couch.

"Good idea," Goyle said, barely filling his fat stomach.

"Yeah, good idea," Crabbe joined him while eating.

"I hear you're going to lead the Quidditch team," Blaise started a topic, "Congrats mate."

"Yes, it's because there's no one else for the position, and they turned to me," replied Y/N. "And thank you."

"I also heard that Potter is going to be captain of Gryffindor," Draco scorned.

"More reasons to cause him to fall off his cheap broomstick," he smiled arrogantly.

They realised it was late and all went to their dormitories. The next day was the first official day of the sixth year.

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