'The only accommodations ever made for students in need were for Gryffindors in need.'

'And even then,'   The note continues, 'The majority of the Gryffindors in need were also neglected, much like the rest of those in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.  When does it end?'

Albus scowls and lays the folder aside.  

He reaches for a quill and some parchment instead.

'The majority of those Death Eaters who died in the last war would have come to a sticky end regardless.  Once again, you confuse nature and nurture. The majority of these students were bad to begin with, and no amount of help on my part would have done them any good.'

“Fawkes, if you would be so good as to take this to our dear Potions’ master?”

“Harry won’t fall the same way as those who grew to be Death Eaters did.  He is too kind, too willing to help and not hurt,” He murmurs to himself.

Behind his back, the portraits watch, and when they are certain he is not watching, one leaves his frame in search of a certain Slytherin Head-of-House.