"I guess some things never change."

"S'not what I meant. I was going to be Minister and put laws on the books about Muggle-baiting - I wanted to get rid of the Statute, even, so we could help them with their plagues and all. But the people who didn't want that, the people who wanted to keep Muggle-baiting, they thought of Muggles as... like portraits. Just something that can talk."

"Oh, I see! I'm afraid getting rid of the Statute would be even harder now, because Grindelwald wanted to get rid of it and some people think it was stopping You-Know-Who from being even worse. You-Know-Who was--is--a dark wizard who started trying to take over in the 1970s. He wanted purebloods to be in charge of everything and for muggleborns to be pushed out of society."

"Some things really do never change. - was that his actual nom de guerre?"

"No. He attacked anyone who said his actual name, so everyone is still scared to say it."

"It's Voldemort. So you know."

"...huh. Alright. Seems a bit odd to take a perfectly respectable pseudonym and then terrorize people into making up a different, sillier pseudonym, but what do I know. Um - and is he or isn't he still around?"

"It's complicated. Eleven years ago, he tried to kill Harry, and instead something happened and he disappeared. Everyone thought he was dead. But then last year his spirit was possessing the Defense professor. Harry, er, made him stop, and the new Defense professor is alright--"

"He's a git."

"is definitely not You-Know-Who. Anyway, Professor Dumbledore said his spirit is probably still out there somewhere."

"Euch. That sounds awful."

Edmund fidgets a bit, the diary bubbling to the forefront of his mind. "I might beg off for now and head to this Professor Snape's office, if you all don't mind? I've probably got some settling in to do."

"Better you than me," mutters Ron.

"Good luck with--everything."

And they can go their separate ways.

And Edmund, only slightly nervous, can meet his new Head of House. He knocks on the office door.

It's opened by a hook-nosed, greasy-haired man with an annoyed expression that turns into a confused one as he says, "What do you wa--who are you?"

"I'm Edmund Pevensie. I'm... new? And in Slytherin. Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell you I was coming?"

"He did not. And you've already been sorted? Do you need a class schedule?"

"Yessir. He Sorted me in his office. I do need a schedule." Unless it's the same as it was in 1940. "And I'll presumably need the dormitory password."