Blase Zabini

Blaise Zabini.
The forgotten Slytherin. I mean, I go to classes, eat my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I've never liked Slytherin, even. And the other Slytherins never liked me.
I've often wondered how I was put into Slytherin in the first place. I am the opposite of everything Slytherin stands for. I am a Muggle-born, I hate snakes, I think Harry Potter is kind of cool, I think Draco Malfoy is a turd. I am the kind of person who is classically described as "sweet," "kind," and "gentle." And they all hate me.
I remember to this day what the Sorting Hat whispered into my ear.
"Blaise Zabini, eh? Oh, yes yes yes, I do love a challenge. Your personality simply screams 'Gryffindor,' but I don't think Gryffindor is for you. It wouldn't give you the proper, well, structure, you need. And I think, that the most appropriate thing for you, would be SLYHERIN!"
I remember the shock I felt, from being told I would do excellently in one house, and then being placed in the house that was its mortal enemy, so to speak. I still don't know why I was put in Slytherin. Structure? Ha. These people seem to enjoy tearing me down, more than helping to build me up. But, I'll overcome that stereotype about Slytherin House. I'll prove that at least one good person can come out of Slytherin. Me.


(A/N) Hey, I actually managed to avoid the whole "is Blaise Zabini a girl or a boy" issue. Please, please review! An oh, by the way, I don't own anything.