Hi this is my first fiction, and I'm not sure how good it is, but I hope you like it.

He dove into the mind of the boy on the stool. He had felt the high magical energy he was emitting and wanted to know who he was.

Twelve people stood before him. At their head was a tall slim man in a suit with spiky hair like the boy's. He knew looking at them what their names were. Aries. The closest friend. Aquarius and Scorpio. The two hotheaded lovers. Taurus. The perverted bull. Pieces. The mother and son. Gemini. The young twins, who cried for their enemy when they felt her love. Capricorn. The stately goat. Sagittarius. The crazy archer. Virgo. The maid, obsessed with her own punishment. Cancer. The crab, the hair dresser. Libra. The scales of justice, always impartial.
And him, the leader. Leo the lion. Loke, the boy he was to sort. The leader of the zodiac.

'Hat I assume you know better than to tell anyone.' The boy, Leo he now knew, had a smile in his voice. 'If you promise that I may show you more.'

I never reveal anything that is shown to me during the sorting.

'That was what I thought you would say'

The hat felt himself falling and images began to rush over him.

Leo's first summoner, a young boy, only looking for a brother and a caretaker in a harsh world. Leo did everything for the boy and he eventually grew up and did great things, but never forgot the harsh life he had led or the person who had led him out of it.

Centuries flew by, summoner after summoner, a young girl looking for a friend, a old woman, wanting to protect her village and family, a man consumed by power, taking over the world. Then a woman, Karen, came and the hat felt overwhelming grief from the boy, man really. A man who had tried to help his friend, feeling like he had ended up killing their oppressor. Banished. And a girl who had given his hope back, Lucy. And happiness, happiness came with her image, she helped him rise above the grief that had consumed him and had taken the pointless blame off his shoulders, given him a porpose, a reason to live. He still grieved, years later, but it was simply sadness, not blame. He had found the one who had killed Karen and she was gone, he had preserved and won the battle with himself.

There is only one place for a lion. You belong in

"GRYFFINDOR!"