Harry's POV:

What. The. Bloody hell. Happened???????????????????????????????????????????

One moment the hat was all normal and the only hiccups with the system where name problems. The next moment, the hat was screaming its head off, Percy apparently has been through more then me, and the hat is called Bill.

Who knew?

"After that, ah, interesting sorting, I have a few announcements to make." Professor McGonagall said. "As usual, the forest is out of bounds to ALL students. We have three surprising teacher changes this year. Accompanying the exchange students as their chaperone, Coach Hedge shall also fill in as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Now listen hear, Cupcakes!" Coach Hedge interrupted. "There shall be no namby-pamby twig waving in MY classes. It isn't a Halloween Party. Instead, we will be going physical. Swords and fists and things. You all need toughening up, my little boy could take you any day!" The coach sat down, not that I realised he had stood up in th first place. He was almost shorter then Flitwick! Still, his classes sounded interesting.

"Thank you, Coach Hedge. Now as I was saying, we are very pleased to welcome back an old member of staff whom we all believed dead. Professor Snape will be returning to Hogwarts in two days time, ready for the start of lessons. He will be teaching potions again and we know you will all welcome him cheerfully." At this, she shot a look at the Gryffindor table before carrying on.

"As you all know, I am now headmaster and can't be head of Gryffindor. So you will be getting a new one. He is a ghost-" every one on the table groaned and Nico banged his head on his plate repeatedly. "-but I am sure you will be EXTREMELY happy when you see him. Ah, here he is now!"

Everyone began looking around until some fourth year Gryffindor shouted "He's in the ceiling!" Everyone looked up and, sure enough, a pair of scuffed shoes were descending from the roof.

They were followed with a frayed, worn robe.

A Gryffindor crest on his chest.

A troublemaker smirk.

A splash of freckles.

A mischevious twinkle in the eye.

A mop of bright red hair.

There was absolute silence as the ghost landed.

"I'm back, baby!" Said Fred Weasley.