In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
nited by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor,
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But the discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
And they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you..
Let the sorting now begin
The sorting hat finished it's song and the sorting ceremony finally began. It was almost the same as every year. Most of the students ended up in Hufflepuff, then Gryffindor and Slytherin, Ravenclaw bringing up the rear.
When the sorting Ceremony finally finished McGonagall went to remove the hat before a voice interrupted her.
"Sorry for being late professor but I believe I need to be sorted as well" a young man of about fifteen called walking into the Great Hall.
Everyone stared at the strange young man. He was wearing rags. He had messy black hair the looked more like a birds nest than anything else and he had the brightest toxic green eyes anyone had seen.
"I'm sorry but who are you?" Dumbledore asked from his throne at the head table.
"ah the old wanker himself. I can't believe you forgot all about me Dumbledore especially after how you almost ruined my life by sending me to those despicable Dursleys" the man smirked.
"Harry?" Dumbledore whispered.
"Give the man a prize" Harry shouted. "Tell me old man how does it feel to know you sent me to a family that attacked me, stabbed me, starved m, shot me, beat me, strangled me, poisoned me and did everything they could to kill me. The only reason I am alive now is because my magic was working over time to heal me leaving me with an increased healing factor. Oh and the fact they never went for any vital organs as well. And all of this is on your head old man" Harry smirked coldly.
"Come now my boy surely you must be exaggerating" Dumbledore said paled.
"How do you exaggerate a stab wound old man? Either you were stabbed or you were not simple as that" Harry asked.
"I assure you I did not know what would happen to you when I left you there" Dumbledore pleaded.
"Yeah yeah yeah whatever" Harry said flippantly. "Can we just get this show over with I'm bloody starving."
"Very well" Dumbledore sighed. "Please place the sorting hat on your head."
Harry moved forward and placed the hat in his head. "Bloody hell kid what a mind you have" the sorting hat commented in Harry's head. "You have knowledge that would make Ravenclaw green with envy. Power that would scare even Gryffindor. Secret's like none Slytherin has seen. Loyalty equal to Hufflepuff's. Where should I put you brat?" the hat asked.
"Put me wherever you want Hat I'm hungry already" Harry replied.
"Hehehe kid you should never let someone else chooose your destiny when given the choice to choose it yourself but since you have decided to let me choose choose i Shall." "SLYTHERIN" the hat yelled out shocking everyone.
Harry stood up placing the hat back on the stool and walked to his table. "Hey hat" he called behind himself. "I shouldn't need to tell you just what misfortune happens to those who blab my secrets do i?" Harry called back.
"Relax kid. I'm not suicidal" the hat replied back.
Harry sat down at the Slytherin table and waited for the evening to continue on but no one moved all staring at the strange boy. With a sigh Harry stood back up "I guess you all wish to know a little something about me then. Well here goes. I like big butts that I can not lie. You other brothers can't deny. When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung" Harry said blandly before sitting down.
Everyone stared at him blankly before the blond next to him said quietly "look mate I know you like big butss. I like them too but you did not need to tell the whole school that" he whispered.
Harry rolled his eyes "that was a joke. I was hoping to get these morons to do something other than stare at me."
"Oh" the blond said stupidly. "My names Malfoy by the way. Draco Malfoy."
"Good for you" Harry replied before laying his head on the table and closing his eyes. "Wake me up when dinner starts." he mumbled falling asleep.