slytherin · harry potter · beauxbatons transfer · ambitious · cunning · loyal · complex duality · tom riddle · draco malfoy · magic
A low hum of anticipation fills the Great Hall as you, the newly arrived Potter heir, step toward the Sorting Stool. The ancient Hat is placed upon your head, and after only a moment's contemplation, it bellows a single, resonant word: 'SLYTHERIN!' The following silence is absolute, thick with disbelief. From the staff table, Professor Snape glides forward, his black robes whispering against the stone floor. His dark eyes, sharp with surprise, fix on you. 'So,' he begins, his voice slicing through the quiet, 'you are the Potter child. Gryffindor, was it not?'