Prologue: Sorted into?
Tension was lingering in the air. The tables around them were full with other students and all the first years were shifting their feet nervously as they were called up one at a time. Be brave, she reminded herself, and remember to breath it's important to breath.
"Adelaide Fions?" The Professor called. "Adelaide Fions!"
Adelaide's eyes flew up to where the professor was standing. They were patiently waiting for her with the sorting hat. Adelaide rushed up the stairs her long black hair flowing behind her. This was it. This was her judgement. This was her one chance to prove herself and she knew it. Her heart began to beat even more violently in her chest as she sat down in the chair waiting for her. Everything began to go into slow motion. Her eyes travelled to her two older brothers who were staring at her from the Slytherin table with sneers. In that moment she began to doubt everything.
Was this really what she wanted? Did she truly belong in Slytherin? Did she want to be in Slytherin or was it just what was expected of her? Deep down she knew the answer but she didn't want to admit it. She knew this was only for her family's best interest but she was far too scared to go against them.
The hat was placed on her head and there was silence, everything was quiet and everyone's eyes stared up at her judgingly. There was another long pause, too long. Nothing happened the hat sat on her head with no words, no concerns, it didn't even seem to breath.
"Well this is a predicament," The hat whispered finally. "You belong in every house. Each part of you is brave, kind, wise, and cunning. There is no way to sort you into a house, and I don't believe you have decided which house you'd like to be in despite what you may think.
"Slytherin," she whispered.
"Are you sure?" The hat asked. "There's no going back from this decision."
"I have to be in Slytherin," She said.
"You remind me of a boy a sorted once several years ago," The hat said. "Only he said, "anything but Slytherin". I told him he could do great things in Slytherin, yet he repeated himself. I called out Gryffindor, and I thought he was a fool, giving up a chance to be great. Yet he proved me wrong. I believe you could be great in Gryffindor, but see if you can prove me wrong as well. SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table cheered but none of the professors made any moment to clap. The hat was lifted off of Adelaide's head, she climbed down the steps, and over to the Slytherin table.
She sat down and was furious. Why hadn't they clapped? Didn't anyone care about Slytherin? Gryffindor and Ravenclaw clapped for Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor clapped for Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff clapped for Gryffindor, and the professors clapped for all three, so why hadn't they clapped for Slytherin. Her thoughts were full of ways to make everyone pay for disrespecting her, when she paused.
It isn't everyone else's fault that they act this way, She thought. And it isn't Slytherins fault, it's the dark lord's fault and it always has been. The reason they disrespect us is because he came from our house. People are scared that another dark lord will come out of our house again. I want to change this, no I have to change this! I'll show them that not all Slytherins are bad they just pressure us into being that way. I will do this.
