I liked this idea, so I tried to make a fic. Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Review, please?

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Your Mama always said that Slytherins are no good.

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Your Mama told you about your father, once. Your Mama told you of how in love she was, and how in love she thought he was too. She told you of how he left you, the both of you, and never looked back. She told you about the big, bad Slytherin man. And, in the end, your Mama said that Slytherins are no good. You agreed with her, then.

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You were almost sorted into Slytherin! What would your Mama think of that? You think about how you'll break it to her, that you barely made Ravenclaw. You think and think and think. And you decide that your Mama won't think anything about the situation, because she won't know about it. You still agree with her, after all. Slytherins are no good.

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You met your father the other week. He sought you out, looked for you everywhere. You met your father, and he's no big, bad Slytherin man. The two of you talked and talked and talked. And by the time your conversation was over, you already though your Mama always had it wrong. Slytherins are the best.

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You're a scumbag, an asshole. You lie and cheat and rob and you erase people's thoughts. You're the big, bad Slytherin man (except not, because you're a Ravenclaw, after all). You still think your Mama had it wrong.

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You don't know who you are. There aren't many things you know and the things you remember are even less. But you do remember a pretty woman telling you of how Slytherins are bad and a handsome man telling you of how they aren't. The both of them visit you. They never do it together, though. And you don't know in which one you believe.

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They stopped visiting. First the woman, then the man. They're dead. At least that's what they tell you. The fact that they no longer exist makes you sad. Sometimes, you get glimpses of who you were. At least that's what you always think. Until you see yourself lying and cheating and robbing, then you think you're just imagining it. You're not. You still don't know which one of them you believe in.

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You come to the conclusion that it really is you. The person that lies and cheats and robs. And you remember of when you almost got placed in Slytherin and how the man, your father, left. You think that, maybe, the pretty woman, your mother, had it right all along.