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I have always liked watching.
All my life I have loved to just sit in some hidden place and watch what people do. When we lived in a muggle suburb for a while I used to love climbing up onto the fence and just watch people go on with their lives. You see, my mum and dad didn't really notice me. I was just a thing that was there.
Sometimes I would be compelled to watch someone in particular. When I was seven, it was this big kid. Eventually he beat the shit out of me because I freaked him out by watching all the time. But that didn't stop me. I still felt compelled to watch people. When they beat me up, I would be drawn to another.
And then, that night when at the Sorting Ceremony, I felt the familiar tug telling me that there was someone to watch. I couldn't see who until they stepped up to be sorted.
Harry Potter.
Everyone thinks that he's a perfect Gryffindor because his parents were and he was Sorted there. They forget the fact that it wasn't immediately shouted out. In fact he sat there for about five minutes. But no one cares about that. He's in Gryffindor and that's what matters to them. They're satisfied.
I'm not.
I want to know what other house he could have been in. So, I watched him. At first it seemed he was the perfect Gryffindor. But then I noticed how cautious he was, so unwilling to trust. It was the traits. The traits of a Slytherin.
It makes sense, really. He doesn't try hard enough for Ravenclaw. He could do well if he wanted to, but he doesn't. So, not Ravenclaw then. He's really loyal to those friends of his. A Hufflepuffs loyalty. And he's humble. But not Hufflepuff. And that leaves Slytherin.
But I will keep his secret. Sometimes I suspects he knows I know. He gives me these smiles sometimes, like he knows more than he portrays. We get along well. Don't see each other often, but we're civil.
And so that is my tale of the Boy-Who-Lived.