Chapter 1 - The Sorting Hat does its Job
This is my third fan fiction, and this one will be better, as it won't be made late at night.
"Potter, Harry!" Professor McGonagall called out, reading from a scroll.
Harry walked nervously to the stool with the hat resting on it
Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin... Harry thought to himself as the hat was lowered over his eyes.
Not Slytherin? I am afraid you don't get a choice, lad, especially since Slytherin is where you belong, and need to go. You will be happy in Slytherin, I promise.
And with that, the hat yelled to the whole hall,
"Slytherin!"
