The Sorting Remembered
There was a chill in the air as I was placed on the young, apprehensive looking boy. I could tell he was nervous before I even touched his head. It was my job to decide this boy's house, I'd look into his deepest thoughts to decide which of the Founders would suite him best. Would he be brave for Gryffindor or cunning for Slytherin? What about the wisdom of Ravenclaw or the loyalty of Hufflepuff? This was a very troubled young boy, whom I saw never had many friends. He certainly had the potential for Gryffindor but there was a darkness buried deep inside his head and I knew that Hufflepuff was out of the question. The boy was smart but not very wise and I knew Rowena would've preferred he go somewhere else. That left Gryffindor or Slytherin. He could potentially make a name for himself in either house but I knew for him to have the best chance to succeed that Gryffindor would be his best shot. I had already sorted two exceptional young men into this house who I hoped would potentially lead him down the right path, and from what I understood there was another young man still to be sorted that would likely be going to Gryffindor. I knew that if these young men could form a friendship that it would be for the betterment of all of them. Looking back now I wonder what if I had acknowledged that darkness in that young eleven year old and had placed him in Slytherin? How would their lives had changed and for that of the rest of the wizarding world? The past is the past however and I think back and realize that perhaps I did make the right choice and he simply failed to realize his own potential. Still though just what if I had second guessed before placing Peter Pettigrew into Gryffindor with young James, Sirius, and Remus? Just what if?