Story of a Slytherin: Merope Gaunt
Authors Note: Usual disclaimer, J.K Rowling created the wonderful Harry Potter world and I don't take any credit or anything for it. This will probably be a pretty short fanfic although future chapters may be longer (as this one is super short). Rating is subject to change.
P.S Tthis is a rough draft and may undergo some editing later.
Chapter One: The Sorting
Merope Gaunt would never forget the day she had been sorted.
She had waited, tired, cold, and afraid, for her name to be called. No sooner had the sorting hat slipped over her head when she heard a voice in her ear. "Ah," it said (Merope jumped) "a descendant of one of our founders, the great wizard Salazar Slytherin. Funny…" the hat's voice suddenly put on a thoughtful tone, "you're not particularly cunning or ambitious. But then," the hat added, "you're not particularly brave, or, forgive me, intelligent You do; however, have a seed of kindness in you that could grow, and you are a hard worker when you want to be," it said, "I think we'd best put you in HU—"
No thought Merope, gripping the stool she sat on, "No?" the sorting hat inquired, "do you have a better suggestion?"
I need to be in Slytherin she told the hat, "Need to?" the sorting hat sounded amused, "and why would do you need to be in Slytherin?"
My father will kill me if I'm not, she told the hat, I need you to put me there.
"Your father will kill you." the sorting hat repeated skeptically.
Yes thought Merope he really will she added
"Really?" asked the hat, "well, I'm afraid you'll have to risk your father's wrath in HUFF—"
--Stop it! He'll kill me! Merope mentally cried I need to be in Slytherin! She felt tears prick behind her eyelids and she willed herself not to cry. Please she added desperately.
"Well…." Said the hat hesitantly, "you have very few Slytherin-like qualities in you… you are not, as I said before, particularly cunning or ambitious "
Look, if that's all it takes, I'll be cunning, I'll be ambitious thought Merope, really she added I really will. Just put me in Slytherin, please!
"Merope," the sorting hat said slowly and clearly, "you will be eaten alive in Slytherin."
I don't care thought Merope anything is better than my father's wrath, won't you please please please just put me in Slytherin?
"If you're sure," said the hat doubtfully (Yes! Merope practically screamed) "well then, I wish you all the luck in SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted and the Slytherin table burst into applause as Merope scurried over, shaking and pale. For a moment she caught sight of her brother's sneering face and nodded slightly at him before taking her seat at the Slytherin table.