Salazar Anguis Slytherin.
Godric Leo Gryffindor.
Helga Melis Hufflepuff.
Rowena Aquila Ravenclaw.
The four Founders of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
One is known for his cunning, another for his bravery, another for her loyalty and the last for her wit.
But what history doesn't know was their mischievous streak for pranks.
September 1st, 1991
"Potter, Hadrian?"
Everyone hushed, necks craning out of their seats as they looked at the first-year walking up to the sorting hat.
This boy was tall for a first year with a lean frame and pale skin. His face was heart shape with high cheekbones and a sharp nose, framed by long strands of hair that were so black that it was like looking into a void. His key feature was his eyes, eyes the colour of the Killing Curse that held knowledge and wisdom, yet mischief.
As he sat down, everyone was mutter about him. How he was the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. The 'Chosen One'. The last thing he saw before the hat slipped over his eyes was everyone trying to get a good look at him.
Hmmm... Interesting mind you got here, Mr PotterA voice said in his head. Harry mental chuckled, his mouth smirking as the hat sorted through his core personality traits.
You are quite an interesting case, Mr. Potter. Yet, can you take your shields down? I need to make sure I put you in the correct house. The hat said, ignoring the boy's chuckle.
Really, Sebastian? I know you know who I am. Hadrian said, the hat surprised. The surprise turned to a massive shock as the shields around the boy's mind were let down, flowing him with memories of a forgotten time.
H-how?! How are you alive?! You slippery bastard for hiding that from me?! Sebastian shouted at the 'boy'. 'Harry' smirked, prodding at the hat to sort him already.
But not in the bloody Gryffindor's house. I would rather die than be in that idiots house.
Ok. That. It shall be... SLYTHERIN!
Many things happened as 'Hadrian Potter' took the hat off. Everyone was staring at him in absolute shock. Professor McGonagall was staring at him with a myriad of emotions. The Headmaster, Dumbledore, looked furious and confused. Professor Quirrell looked sick. Hagrid looked betrayed. And Professor Snape looked shocked yet murderous, as well as uncertain.
'Harry' smirked as he looked directly at the hat.
"Just to let you know, dear hat. My parents were married on any account," The 'boy' smirked.
"This time, bastard!" The hat snapped. 'Harry' placed the hat down before walking to the table of the snakes, who looked shocked yet excited.
Oh, how he will have fun fixing his house to what it was 1000 years ago.
