Of Snakes and Lions
Chapter 1: Such Potential
"WEASLEY, PERCIVAL!"
The hat was settled on the ears of the tall red haired 1st year that fidgeted on the battered black stool and yelped when the hat fell over his eyes. But the hat was used to such nervous habits after so many decades of looking into the minds of children.
'Well hello there, another Weasley eh? It'll be Gryff-wait.' the hat paused, suddenly seeing something in this boy that was startling, uncommon for a Weasley and a Gryffindor.
It was ambition. This boy could reach the stars and beyond he held such motivation and a love of power, and position that no Gryffindor should posses. Something that the cunning house of Slytherin was built on.
'Aren't I going to Gryffindor?' the boy thought anxiously, he was clearly worried about upholding family honor, to keep their name with the Lions rather than the Snakes.
'If you wanted to,' the hat said, choosing its words carefully, 'you could be go somewhere to help you reach greatness. That's what you want isn't it?'
'Well yes,' the boy was hesitant until the implications hit him. 'Are you talking about Slytherin?!'
'Of course, what other house is built on power?' The hat said, sounding sensible enough.
'But-but my family,' the boy stuttered frantically, 'they've all been Gryffindors, it's just not allowed!'
'It all depends on what you want.' the hat told him, leaving the sentence hanging with endless possibilities.
He could sense the boy's internal conflict, ambition against duty and watched it play out.
But it was none of it's concern how this conflict resolved it's self, the hat made it a matter not to get involved in such wizarding manners, just as it had not gotten involved in the Sorting of the Riddle boy who was driven by equal ambition.
He could hear the boy praying to whatever Gods he had that he wouldn't be let into the House of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the hat felt his resignation to family honor rather than the promise of glory.
'Well then, I see you've made up your mind, better be GRYFFINDOR!'
And he felt the boy's wordless relief as he slid off the stool, walking away from the Snake's temptation.
'And such a pity too,' the hat thought regretfully, as it was placed on the head of a predictable Hufflepuff, 'the boy had such potential.'
Chapter 1: Such Potential
"WEASLEY, PERCIVAL!"
The hat was settled on the ears of the tall red haired 1st year that fidgeted on the battered black stool and yelped when the hat fell over his eyes. But the hat was used to such nervous habits after so many decades of looking into the minds of children.
'Well hello there, another Weasley eh? It'll be Gryff-wait.' the hat paused, suddenly seeing something in this boy that was startling, uncommon for a Weasley and a Gryffindor.
It was ambition. This boy could reach the stars and beyond he held such motivation and a love of power, and position that no Gryffindor should posses. Something that the cunning house of Slytherin was built on.
'Aren't I going to Gryffindor?' the boy thought anxiously, he was clearly worried about upholding family honor, to keep their name with the Lions rather than the Snakes.
'If you wanted to,' the hat said, choosing its words carefully, 'you could be go somewhere to help you reach greatness. That's what you want isn't it?'
'Well yes,' the boy was hesitant until the implications hit him. 'Are you talking about Slytherin?!'
'Of course, what other house is built on power?' The hat said, sounding sensible enough.
'But-but my family,' the boy stuttered frantically, 'they've all been Gryffindors, it's just not allowed!'
'It all depends on what you want.' the hat told him, leaving the sentence hanging with endless possibilities.
He could sense the boy's internal conflict, ambition against duty and watched it play out.
But it was none of it's concern how this conflict resolved it's self, the hat made it a matter not to get involved in such wizarding manners, just as it had not gotten involved in the Sorting of the Riddle boy who was driven by equal ambition.
He could hear the boy praying to whatever Gods he had that he wouldn't be let into the House of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the hat felt his resignation to family honor rather than the promise of glory.
'Well then, I see you've made up your mind, better be GRYFFINDOR!'
And he felt the boy's wordless relief as he slid off the stool, walking away from the Snake's temptation.
'And such a pity too,' the hat thought regretfully, as it was placed on the head of a predictable Hufflepuff, 'the boy had such potential.'