Disclaimer: JK Rowling own Harry Potter…
A/N: … and too many resorting, different house harry potter Fanfictions inspired this one.
Illusions, is one thing.
The real deal, they can't see.
The truth is simple
There are many sides to me.
I'm either the next mad dictator,
To which I frown n wince,
Or the heir to the golden thrown,
Of that of a Pampered Prince.
"It's this or that."
They insist, they proclaim.
Some think I'm both, while I say I'm neither.
Hence they point to the power, the gold, and the fame.
What they fail to see,
What they, one day hopefully, will grasp,
It's not only me, but many themselves,
Follow more than one founder, Perhaps?
Traits of the founder's four,
You can try, but you can't divide,
Fail you will, if you don't use all your potential
For you need them all, to survive.
Glad that I'm not alone.
Like I said, you possess, traits not your 'own'.
Ice Queen Daphne's Loyalty,
Challenges that of a Puff,
Moon Goddess's incarnation, Miss Lovegood,
Is made of strong stunners' stuff.
Draco's dramatic and puts on good shows
Some which rivals Albus Dumbledor's
With a knowledge thirst like never before,
What the hell is Granger doing in Griffindor?
The Sorting Hat makes no mistake
You see
He simply put you
Where you want to be.
So comes the Question
Who are we indeed?
It is but our choice, you see,
To choose which life we want to lead.
I decided that I won't choose
Why when I can have both?
But when I see mangy lions and slimy snakes fight
There is nothing more I loathe.
Looks like I have to Pretend cause even
In the event of a sorting ceremony encore
I'm pretty sure the sorting hat can't proclaim
That I am, always have been, always will be, Slythindor