Tom Marvelo Riddle
(aka Voldemort)
"Riddle, Marvelo, Tom!"
The young woman who the Sorting Hat had sorted so long ago, Minerva McGonagall, ushered Tom Riddle up the aisle. The Hat felt sudden fear. Just by looking at him, he could tell the boy was pure evil, nothing but evil, not a dot of nobleness.
As he felt the edges of his hair, he knew where he belonged. As he lowered him onto his head, he began to have second thoughts.
I have never seen such a dark, evil mind. Perhaps Gryffindor or Hufflepuff will tame you..
I heard Gryffindor is for the real good kids, and Hufflepuff is for the dummies. Slytherin is where the powerful go. I want to be there.
But you have a twisted mind, young boy.
WHAT? I DO NOT.
You do, now shut up, I'm trying to think.
Lallallallaaaa..
Boy, another thought and I'm announcing that you do not belong in Hogwarts and will have to get on the train.
You can do that?
If I really have to.
Okaay..
You are cruel, boy. No, hush. You are immensely cruel. Am I correct in saying you enjoy torturing young animals? Of course I am. You lead people into horrible traps. You are cunning and power-hungry, albeit smart and brave. No, but the only place for you is..
"SLYTHERIN!"