Black, Sirius
Listen, hat. You and I both know you want to put me in Slytherin. And I'm here to tell you I won't have it.
"Won't you, now?"
I don't care if it's the Black family house. I don't care if I could do great things. I don't care if my parents disown me for being sorted into Hufflepuff.
"You seem to have this all thought out. And you're right, you're certainly right."
That my mum will cut me off of the family tree? Let her.
"No, no, I can see into your head, not into hers. I mean, I did once see into hers, but I very much doubt she was planning that far in advance. No, you're right that Slytherin would help you achieve greatness, follow in the illustrious shoes of some of your Slytherin ancestors."
Maybe you can't even see my thoughts, if that's what you think I want. I don't want to be well known, I don't want to be great. I just want to be among people who don't care who your family is.
"Then which house would you prefer?"
I've already said to just put me in Hufflepuff. I won't pretend I'm smart enough for Ravenclaw. And I can't see the eighteenth in a line of Slytherins being placed in Gryffindor.
"You don't think it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to everything you were taught, to go against your family tradition to preserve what you believe in?"
Well. I wasn't thinking of it that way. Yeah, I'm bloody brave at that.
"Very well. Although I wonder if you won't end up one of the most well-known wizards to come out of -"
GRYFFINDOR