Professor McGonagall was too old for this. She had watched over this school for many years, and seen the rise and fall of a generation, their futures taken from them in a war they should not have had to suffer. However, it had been many years more since the war, and much of the world had begun to move on.

She scanned through the sea of faces before her. There was two she was looking for. One of which she was greatly familiar with, whose parents she had mourned. Harry Potter. She remembered the marauders. James, Lupin, Peter, and Sirius. Oh Sirius. Why did you betray them? And poor old Peter. Why? She shook away those thoughts. Black was locked up and the marauders were no more. Harry was in Hogwarts now, under the protection of the greatest wizard since Merlin. He would do just fine here, and, as she hoped silently to herself, more than just fine if he took to his father.

Then, she spotted the second face. Lucas Mopate. He once lived in America and had just moved to England. Unfortunately for Ilvermorny, they had somehow not managed to detect this young lad, and now he is attending Hogwarts. She was rather surprised when she realized he lived in a mansion by the coast, and more so when she was ambushed by some muggle guards. It took a while to explain what was going on. It was rather uncommon for a muggle born to be of such status, most were children of the lower and middle class. Perhaps the royal family occasionally had a wizard or two, but there had not been one for a while. The current queen was the only witch left of the royals family, her father was a wizard that ended up getting assassinated during the war.

The young Mopate was from a much more influential family on a global scale, with dealings in the muggle military, food, banking, medicine, and all other sorts of muggle services. It had appeared to the professor that her information on the muggle world was severely lacking.

Unlike the other muggle-born she had her eyes on, this one was not sporting much Gryffindor traits. Indeed, unlike the young Hermione being much more of a Ravenclaw, McGonagall could see that she had the makings of a Gryffindor. Meanwhile Lucas was more of a mystery, and one that she could not see through. The boy would fit well in Slytherin if he was of purer blood. Luckily, he was spared from the nonsense Serveus lets his house get up to. Being muggle-born doesn’t do you much favors with the old families, good riddance to them and their outdated traditions.

It was a pity that he wouldn’t be a Gryffindor, it’s too far of a stretch. Most likely a Ravenclaw, with his actions. As the last of the children filed in, the professor stood up and walked to the podium to begin the sorting.

Abbot, Hannah!

—

Lucas awaited in the Great Hall with the rest of the first years. He saw a handful of other children, from their reactions he could tell that they were from the muggle side of things, the pure bloods such as that Ginny from the Weasley family had no idea who he or his family was, much to his relief. Due to him and his family being rather prominent in the muggle media, several half bloods and muggle borns knew who he was. The older kids most likely knew more about him and his family, which was probably why they stayed a distance away from him. As more and more people got called up, more people began staring at him, noticing him. Although the attention from Slytherin was minor, most of the other houses had a fair few who were watching him. Although Harry Potter undoubtedly got more attention from the more magically knowledgeable children raised in a magical environment, those who had nothing to do with magic before this all stared at him.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

Mopate, Lucas!

Lucas heard his name called by the professor. As he walked up toward the sorting hat, he couldn’t help but wonder which house he was in. Definitely not Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, but he was not exactly the studious type. From what he found out of Slytherin, there has never been a muggle-born student there. He brushed his hand against the pistol he had tucked in the holster hidden by the robes. He reached the sorting hat.

‘Lucas Mopate. Hmmm… you are quite the troublesome child now aren’t you? Despite being muggle-born, you have a lot of ambition. You are clearly not a Gryffindor nor Hufflepuff, and you are no Ravenclaw. Very well then. Slytherin you shall be. Good luck, and try not to use that gun too often. ‘

“SLYTHERIN!”

—

Professor McGonagall froze. Wasn’t the Mopate family full of muggles? How is he a Slytherin? The professor watched as he removed the hat and walked on over to the Slytherin table. She snuck a glance towards Dumbledore. It was the most serious she had seen him act since the war. She looked back at Lucas before continuing to call out names. She was able to hear some of the muttering of other students, mainly the muggle-borns. This year would be quite eventful.

“I don’t get it. Why are people so shocked? He’s a snake, and that’s that!” Ron shook his head. He gestured wildly towards the group of Hufflepuff seniors that were conversing with themselves. Harry couldn’t help but explain it to him. “That kid is the heir to the Mopate family!” “The Mopates are the biggest family on the muggle side of things!” Harry and Hermione exclaimed at the same time. “He’s muggle-born!” Ron blinked before trying to consider what that could mean. “But isn’t he in Slytherin? Maybe he’s a half blood?” Hermione shook her head. “No, I’ve read Magical Britain: A Registry. It contains every single magical family in the British isles. The Mopates are not one of them.” Ron slowly came  to a realization. “Wait, doesn’t that make him…. And he’s in slytherin… are you certain he’s a-“

Ron was cut off when a scream had rang out from the Slytherin table.

“You’re a MUDBLOOD!?!”

Malloy had leapt out of his seat and was pointing at Lucas. Crabbe and Goyle struggled to also get up from their seats, just to trip over themselves and fall flat on the floor. “WHAT?” Another Slytherin, whom Harry would learn was called Flint, roared out and raised his want to cast a spell. “Bom-“

He was cut off, however when a loud bang rang out at the table. Lucas had drawn a pistol and shot Flint, the bullet blasting through the wand and piercing the shoulder. Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared between the two, while McGonagall sent out a ghostly white figure from her wand into the hallway before using her magic to levitate Flint, who by now was screaming in agony, out of the hall. Dumbledore had not been idle either. After casting a spell to grab Lucas’s gun and gather the remains of Flint’s wand, he looked at Lucas and teleported away from the Great Hall.

Harry was still stunned even after Dumbledore left. He could clearly see the blood that was still on the plates. Snape had rushed out the Great hall, it was his house after all, while the other professors tried to get the situation under control. This was not how he imagined this day would go.