Tom Marvolo Riddle
I hadn't heard much about the houses but enough to know where I wanted to go. The song wasn't exactly descriptive but I learnt Gryffindors were all stupid, Hufflepuffs were boring and far too nice and Ravenclaws just studied and studied. Slytherin however, I could fit in there. I was manipulative, cunning and witty.
I hadn't been able to believe it when Professor Dumbledore had told me I was a wizard. It wasn't the fact that I could do magic but why no one had told me that I could. Or how my stupid father had left my mother to die and left me because she was magical! Then my mother had named me after him. I needed to change my name. I didn't want to be named after a coward.
"Riddle, Thomas." Said Professor Dumbledore, holding the list to his half mooned spectacles.
I walked over and sat on the stool, Dumbledore putting the old tattered hat on my head. "Ah." The hat said into my head, I jumped; I knew it could talk but I didn't know it could get into my head. "I see, cunning, very ambitious, but also clever; very clever!"
"Please don't put me into Ravenclaw; I don't want to waste my time being a swot! What would be the point of that, I actually want to do something with my life!" I thought hoping the hat would pick it up.
"You will do great things you know. There's only one place for you." The hat said.
"SLYTHERIN!" it proclaimed. The people on the far most left table all started clapping. The other three tables all applauded but rather sceptically. I smiled happily however ignoring the other houses s and sat down. Everyone was patting me on the back cheering for me. I was home. I have fond memories of that day, little did Hogwarts know that they had just accepted the greatest wizard of all time into their midst!