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After a few moments, Pomfrey looked up at them and snapped out, "Go to the fireplace in the infirmary and call Saint Mungo's. Tell them I've got many multiple trauma victims here and need any and all assistance they can send."

When neither auror moved with the alacrity she expected, she barked at them, "Go!"

Again, they got. A few moments later one returned and said to her, "My partner will place that call. I'm a trained battle medic. What do you need?"

Hesitating just a moment she said, "Go to the head table. One of the professors was attacked by what appeared to be a malevolent spirit. He's the one in the lilac coloured robes and turban."

The battle medic healer ran towards the head table just as his boss, Madam Bones, entered the Hall with young Susan in tow. Just as she cleared the doors she stopped, just as stunned as her two aurors first were.

Susan was first to recover. She ran into the chaos looking for her friend, Hannah Abbott.

Feeling her niece run past her, Madam Bones snapped to and strode over to Pomfrey. "Poppy!" she cried. "What in Merlin's name happened here?" Just glancing over her shoulder at the head of the DMLE, Pomfrey snapped, "I don't have time to answer your questions, Amelia. I'm trying to save this young man's life! Go see if you can get any sense out of Minerva or Filius. That's when she noticed Harry lying on the table."

Madam Bones just nodded with a grim look, drew her auror's badge from underneath her robes and tapped it with the tip of her wand. Speaking into it, she barked, "I want all on duty aurors not otherwise engaged to hustle their bums to the Great Hall in Hogwarts now! We've got an emergency here, people!"

Tapping the badge again she dropped it back into her robes and carefully made her way through the chaos to the head table. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. Clearing the last of the students, she was confronted with Minerva McGonagall clearly berating Albus Dumbledore at the top of her lungs behind a privacy bubble. The woman was also clearly apoplectic with rage.

Not wanting to spend her time trying to calm either verbal combatant, Aunt Amelia simply fired stunners at them both, knocking both out. Checking to ensure there would be no one about to hex her back she spun on her heel, stuck her finger and thumb just inside her mouth and let blast with a loud whistle.

The students were startled enough to quieten down and look back at her.

"Right!" she called. "I'm Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE. I'm taking charge here, so listen up." When she was sure she had their attention she continued, "I want all students who are uninjured to take seat at either the Gryffindor or Slytherin tables, or standing along the wall on the other side of them. I do not care what your normal houses are, you will do this. I want this passage up the middle..." indicating the space between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, "... cleared immediately. Those students who have been injured in any way, I want you sitting at either the Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff tables."

Waiting a few moments to ensure everyone had heard, she again continued, "Well? Move!"

Once she saw the children were beginning to move she turned back to the staff table. Glaring at the remaining conscious staff she snapped out, " What the bloody Hell are you lot doing just sitting there? You have clearly injured and distressed students to deal with! Professors Snape, Sprout and Flitwick check on the students for injuries. The rest of you, assist them. Now!"

The staff, finally, began to move.

"Potter just had to come in and make a big scene, didn't he?" snarled a tall, greasy haired man wearing black robes. "Waltzed right in and..."

"Shut up; right now, Professor Snape!" barked Madam Bones. "If I want your opinion I'll give it to you! Now, go and do your job and look after the students."

Rounding on her battle medic auror she asked, "Well?"

Approaching her, the battle medic auror cast his own privacy shield before telling her, "The man's dead. It looks like he was suffering a recent possession, but that possession has now ended. I've nothing else that explains it."

Frowning at her auror Madam Bones sighed and said, "Cast a Notice-Me-Not field over the body but don't move it. This is clearly now a crime scene. We'll begin our investigations once we sort out the children."

As she turned back to look down the tables she saw the children had almost finished sorting themselves out with the exception of a few small groups of crying girls. That's when a group of medi-witches and -wizards rapidly walked into the Hall from the Entry Hall.

She watched as the school's healer, Poppy Pomfrey, grabbed one of the senior healers that had just entered, and was gesticulating wildly over the prone form of the boy on the Hufflepuff table. The new healer motioned for a third to join them. The others began seeing to the few minor injuries of a few students who appeared to have minor cuts and abrasions.

Bones called the diminutive Professor Filius Flitwick to join her from where he had being using his skill in charms to heal some of the minor injuries of the students.

"Alright, Filius," she began. "Now that the team of healers from Saint Mungo's is here - What the bloody Hell happened?"

Flitwick began to describe how the sorting started out as it always did each year. Then what happened when young Harry Potter's name was called and he walked up to the stool. He told her how the boy looked quite angry and how some of the other First Years appeared afraid of him. And how, when he reached the stool, his face developed a mien of fury. He told how the boy then looked up at the face of the Deputy Headmistress, where she stood alongside the stool with the Sorting Hat in her hand, and said, 'No.'

He described how the boy then berated the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmistress before he started to storm out of the Hall unwilling to be sorted, or even attend the school.

He described how the boy then stopped and climbed onto the Hufflepuff table stripping himself to the waist as he did, before screaming at and berating, pretty much, most of the school.

Then he explained how the boy finally let out a blood curdling scream towards the ceiling before his face seemed to burst open with blood. He described how an evil spirit seemed to have been ejected out of the boy's forehead as the boy appeared to expend a massive burst of accidental magic - which is how the mess around the hall occurred and some of the children were injured - before he collapsed where he stood.

Flitwick then described how the spirit ejected from the head of the young Mister Potter seemed to hesitate for a few moments before it sped towards Professor Quirinus Quirrell. It struck the professor in the head; where it seemed to rip out a kindred spirit. The Professor then collapsed onto the table; apparently, dead. The two spirits merged into a larger entity before it flew out one of the blown out windows of the Hall into the night. It was not too long afterwards that the aurors burst into the Hall.

Madam Bones listened carefully to the testimony of the diminutive professor before her before she turned back to the demi-carnage amongst the house tables.

She turned back to the Professor before reaching into her robes and pulling out a stoppered phial. She asked, "Alright, Filius; may I have a copy of the memory, please?"

"Certainly," the Professor replied. He stood there for a moment or two clearly thinking hard before pressing the tip of his wand to his right temple. Carefully drawing the wand away there was a silvery misty strand pulled with it from his temple.

As he drew his wand away Madam Bones opened the phial and held it out. The professor carefully allowed the strand to drop into the phial before allowing it to release and pulling his wand away. Madam Bones restoppered the phial and replaced it within her robes.

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