The Sorting Hat
'Potter Harry'. I started sweating I could feel my heart thumping like a heard of elephants. With my knee's knocking and my legs hardly holding me up. Professor McGonagall called my name again 'Potter Harry, come on Potter we don't have all day'. I stepped up towards the front of the hall. As Professor McGonagall had said my name the whole hall had erupted in whispers. I sat down heavily on the chair that was placed at the front of the hall. The great hall went completely silent, Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on my head. In my mind I was saying 'please not slytherin, not slytherin'. Well the hat muttered not slytherin eh? You could do great things in slytherin'. Well I have chosen and you will not change my mind…
SLYTHERIN!