"Draco Malfoy." Called Minerva McGonagall.

A young blonde confidently walked up to the stool.

He sat down, anticipating the placement of the Hat upon his head and the echo of 'Slytherin' around the great hall.

He felt it on his head, closing his eyes in anticipation, ready for that scream of-

"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled.

"What?!" Draco yelled, frozen in shock.

"Go on now, Draco, others are waiting."

He stood up, numb, as the effects of the Hat's decision ripple through the Great Hall.

"Welcome to Gryffindor, mate!" One boy offered as Draco passes.

Draco was silent.

He made his way to the very end of the table, where absolutely nobody sat for a good four feet.

He put his head in his hands.

He began to cry.