I sit here, year after year, decade after decade, century after century. I sing a song, and everyone applaudes. Year after year, decade after decade, century after century.
I am forever cursed to divide children. Their innocent minds must be judged by me, and I cannot help but sort them. I hate that word. Sort. To organize into specific groups. I have to divine these children's futures. And I am tired of it.
I made Lord Voldemort. I placed Wormtail. I created the darkest of wizards with a simple word. But that is not my greatest failure.
I must tell you what I am first. I am the sorting hat, of Hogwarts. My job is to place children into their correct House. But I must bring you back, to the days of the founders. I was a selfish creature, a Phoenix. I served under Salazar Slytherin. I was his most personal familiar, the one he trusted most. And I betrayed him.
I lead a dark creature into Hogwarts, hoping to have the magnificent castle to myself, but my basilisk failed. It fled deep below the ground to Salazar's secret chamber. The founders caught me, and punished me, sealing my spirit inside of this hat for all eternity. Forever would I split this school apart, bringing the worst to light.
But I am tired. This school is dying. Hogwarts is dying. And it is my fault. Many times I have attempted to end this cycle, in some hope that without me, the Houses would cease to exist. But that will never happen.
And now you know. My greatest failing is not creating the dark wizards, but forever allowing them to exist. My simple life prevents that. Prevents that which should have been a Utopia. And I wish, I wish I could fix this. Fix this world.
But I cannot.
So I sit here. Year after year, decade after decade, century after century.
And I wait.