Not Hufflepuff
"Potter, Harry." Announced Professor McGonagall.
Harry slowly walked up and sat down on the stool. All around him he could hear whispers wondering if the small boy sitting on the stool was the Harry Potter. As the blackness of the hat engulfed him, his previous worries of the sorting returned. In the darkness, he waited nervously.
A small voice around his head came, "Hmm, difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes- and a thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting…So where shall I put you?"
Harry's knuckles were white from clutching the edges of the stool. Nervously, he thought "Not Hufflepuff, not Hufflepuff."
The small voice spoke again, "Not, Hufflepuff, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Hufflepuff will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that- no? Well, if you're sure- better be SLYTHERIN!"
Harry realized the last word had been spoken aloud ot everyone. McGonagall removed the hat and with a sigh of relief, Harry moved to join his new house.
"Thank God," Harry muttered as he sat down with his new best friend, Draco Malfoy, "Hufflepuff sucks ass."
Author's Note: Don't worry, I don't actually hate Hufflepuff.