Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except Cassandra, for now. The rest of them belong to the magical J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This story is written in a third person point of view; however, it switches its focus from person to person (mainly Cassandra and Harry). I think you'll understand once you start reading. With that said, I'll let you get to it!
Cassandra
'Keep your face strong, unwavering, and determined!' she thought as she sat on the stool in the middle of the large, dark, familiar room. She knew by the looks on the faces of the people around her that she had them fooled. On the inside she was nervous and fearful. She did her best not to flinch as the enormous hat was placed on top of her small head.
"AHA!" she poorly attempted to hide her start which was caused by the exclamation that echoed through her head. "I haven't had one from either side of your family in a very long time. Very difficult, yes, very difficult. You're very intelligent, indeed. No, doubt one of the smartest witches of the Age. Ravenclaw; however, is not the house for you. You are loyal. That stands out greatly. Your heart is one of the truest I have ever seen. Though Hufflepuff is not for you. Your heart and mind come into consideration next. Your skill and bravery far surpass any which I have previously seen. Gryffindor seems like the house for you..."
"NO!" her own thoughts cut off the Sorting Hat's musings. "Not Gryffindor! Slytherin! I belong in Slytherin! I have to be! It's what I've been told my whole life! My father's counting on me! Please!" she begged.
"Ah, again your heart comes into the picture. Brave of you to ask, my dear. You are very cunning. Remarkably so. You have many traits in common with Slytherins. However, I see you..."
"Please!" she begged once more.
"Very well. If you're sure..."
"I am!" she assured him.
"Slytherin!"