Author's Note: This is about what might have happened if Harry was in Slytherin. This is the first fanfic I have ever written, so I don't know how good or bad it is. PLEASE READ & REVIEW!!! If you like it, tell me, if you don't, well, tell me anyway, but in a nice way. Remember, I wrote this late at night when I was supposed to be sleeping.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Harry, Ron, Dumbledore, the Sorting Hat, Houses, Snape, Death Eaters, anything and everyone in the Great Hall and Hogwarts belong to JK Rowling. The beginning of my story also belongs to JK Rowling.
What If Harry Was In Slytherin?
"Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second, he was looking at the back of the black inside of the hat. He waited.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh, my goodness, yes- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting. So where shall I put you?"
It seemed to be thinking so Harry decided not to interrupt it by thinking something.
"You would do good in Slytherin," the hat murmured. "Although, you did defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named when you were one…Yes, you would do best in SLYTHERIN!"
As the Sorting Hat shouted its choice to the hall, a wave of disbelief flowed over Harry. When he removed the hat, he noticed the entire hall was silent. On every students' and teachers' face was a look of shock except for Snape and Dumbledore. The Headmaster, as always, looked calm, but the Potions Master had a peculiar mixture of horror and disgust.
Harry was still frozen to the stool and everyone was still staring at him when Snape broke the silence.
"Well, go to the Slytherin table! Don't just sit there! The hat's not going to put you in another House!" Snape looked as if he wished it would.
Stiffly, Harry rose from the stool and trudged to the table full of future Death Eaters. As he sat down, whispers fill the Great Hall. He smiled sadly at Ron and looked down at the table.
Author's Note: Did you like it? I doubt it. Review anyway!