Heather looked up at the old man pacing back and forth then back at the clock. She had been sitting in the old man's office for fourty five minutes now.
"Ms. Mackrell, are you aware of what happened today?" the old man asked.
"No, sir," Heather whispered.
The old man slowly walked over to his desk and sat down.
"Do you see this plaque?" the old man smiled as he took a large silver plaque from his desk.
"Yes sir,"Heather answered.
"Read it."
"To Head Master Albus Dumbledore, for over 25 years of service."
"I have been head master at this school for over 25 years and have never seen anything like what happened tonight."
"With all do respect sir, I don't know what happened."
"Have you any demon in your family?"
Heather looked up at Dumbledore.
"Well of course, my father's a demon."
Dumbledore slowly looked up at Heather.
"Well then, I suppose we've found the cause of our problem."
"What do you mean?"
"The sorting hat is meant to go into your mind and discover your roots, your past, your future, your hidden secrets. But some things, like a demon's evil, can burn away at even the most pure creature."
"But my dad's not evil."
"But he's demon, and the demon is evil."
"So what do I do now?"
"You will join your classmates. I will have your things taken to the Slytherin dorms."
"Slytherin? I'm in Slytherin?"
"I do believe Slytherin is where you belong."
"Thank you professor, thank you," Heather smiled as she bound out the door and down to the dungeons to join her fellow housemates.