I had dreams once, many dreams, but of course it goes without saying that all of these dreams will forever remain unfulfilled. As a child, I dreamed of becoming a dancer, I dreamed of the stage and of music. My mother, a half-blood herself, was all for it, but my father, a pureblood, told me that there was nothing to be gained from disgraceful muggle professions. So of course that dream was quashed, because I had to follow my father's wishes, just as my mother did.
We have always had to follow father's wishes, always. I am only in Slytherin because my father told me that I had to be no matter where the Hat tried to place me. I should have been a Gryffindor you know; I should have dressed in red and gold, colours of the warm day, not green and silver, colours of the cold night-time. I should have gone up to a tower each night to sleep, not been stuck down here in the dungeons. I should have been a friend to Hermione Granger, not a bitter enemy. But alas, it was not to be, no matter how much I, as well as others, willed it; for father said that I had to be a Slytherin, and if father said something then it was done.
Slytherin is cold, dank and dark, not only literally but metaphorically also. Slytherins will never have true friends, for if we are foolish enough to open up to anyone then we would just be laughed at and pushed away again, so I, as a Slytherin, face a future alone. Slytherins will never find true love; we simply have to marry whomever our parents decide is best. Slytherins will not get ahead on our powers and abilities but because people are too scared of us to deny us anything.
You see, people would think that Slytherin is the House I always wished to be in, the one I fitted best into, when, in fact, the opposite is the truth. Slytherin is everything I hate, everything I fear… everything that I have been forced to become.