"Please not Slytherin," Harry thought and spoke to the sorting hat as it was in the process of choosing his house in front of all.
"Are you sure, you could be great you know, it's all here in your head," The hat whispered into his ear as it was making up Harry's mind for him, "But, in your mind, you chose Gryffindor, and your heart wails for the house of Salazar Slytherin, and your mouth speaks the same as your mind."
"Just not Slytherin, not slytherin," he repeated over and over again to the hat of which was apparently not listening. The words escaped slightly from the corner of his mouth and echoed endlessly in his head.
"I try to follow your mind, but in this case, that does not matter, so therefore I shall follow your true hearts desire, and not the words that you speak," the old battered hat hissed, "so better be SLYTHERIN!!!"
Harry closed his eyes wanting to not believe it, but he felt the hat being whipped off his head, and he opened his eyes, the whole great hall was staring at him with nervous glances. He slowly and reluctantly stepped off the stool as the Slytherins broke into a huge glass shattering applause and cheering. This in no way cheered Harry up, but he still made his way over to the table, glancing at Ron as he passed, but Ron was to busy with his finger nails to notice, Harry could tell he wouldn't have that kind of friend for long. As he approached the Slytherin table, he caught Malfoy's eyes, as he beckoned him over near him. Harry figured that he mine as well and made his way over towards his new found, but not exactly wanted friends.
"Change you mind Potter?" Malfoy hissed in his ear as he sat down next to him on the strangely cold wooden seat.
"Obviously."
"Why such the sad, depressed, unnecessary dead look?"
"Well, you wouldn't be exactaly thrilled if you were to be forced into a house that you never wanted to be in, in the first place. If you were to make some really cool, wonderful friends and lose them because of some stupid pathetic waste of rag, or if you were brought to this stupid sad school just to be practically killed with the thought of being placed into the wrong house, now wouldn't you!?" Harry yelled for the entire hall to hear. He was ready to yell some more, but caught Dumbledore's eyes. By the looks of him, Dumbledore didn't appear to be himself, while everyone else in the hall exchanged now worried glances, but still with hints of nervousness in them, Dumbleodre's eyes changed. What used to be the nice warm, sparkling blue eyes, were now a dull gray with no color or life in them whatsoever. He looked as if he were angry and yet ashamed as he looked at Harry and continued to stare at him with the dead cold stare throughout the remainder of the sorting.
No one seemed to be thrilled about the hat's decision, especially Harry.