Salutations, just a quick AN, this chapter isn't that well written. It was just meant to give an insight to Harry's way of thinking, during the story, you might say. In this story Harry is already the epitome of Slytherin. As you can see how he chooses to go to Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. So, yeha enjoy, the next chapter is the story and what the summary actually refers to. This is pretty much a bonus chapter.
"Harry Potter!" called McGonagall
A small boy, with messy, raven hair and emerald eyes, that shown like the color of death trudged elegantly up to the stool seated toward the front of the Great Hall, looking down imposingly at the rest of the student body.
The petite looking boy placed the Sorting Hat on top of his messy hair and sat on the stool.
"Ah Mr.…Potter, a pleasant surprise, so many have been anticipating your arrival, young Savior," the hat, to Harry's emanate surprise, whispered. He frowned uncertain to trust the animated hat. "No need for dramatics boy, I'm here to sort and nothing more…my my don't we have some secrets here Golden boy…" the hat mentioned.
" I am nobody's Savior nor am I anyone's Golden Boy!" snapped Harry, "Do your Sorting, hat before I lose the minuet amount of patience I posses!" He hissed.
"No need to be snappy young one. No no defiantly not Hufflepuff, I fear what would become of that house if you were placed there. Ravenclaw perhaps? You have a drive for knowledge like no other, but alas you are much too cunning for Helena's house. No, your determination to strive out shines all; you are very resourceful little one are you not. Yes, you'll make your real friends there, very ambitiou-"
"Not Slytherin," Harry cut in harshly.
"Why ever not its all here, in your head, you'd be great –"
"But watched, all the time, they would be suspicious of me, hat. They'd always be watching, the evil Savior, just imagine! Place me where a hero would go, your medial Savior. Perhaps Gryffindor; were the brave dwell at heart…hmm, yes Gryffindor, the public wouldn't concern themselves with me then, I would do no wrong." Suggested Harry.
"Your quite sure aren't you, young one. You'd have to be determined, very much so. For I fear, the Lions would rip you apart,"
"Don't worry I will be, it's high time the Lions got bitten by the snakes fangs,"
"hmm…very cunning Mr. Potter, just like your father, if your sure better be…"
"-wait wha-"
"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted.
The small boy jumped off the chair and handed the worn hat to Minerva, who had a proud glint in her stern eyes.
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