Fire and Fury (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

The Dreadful Sorting Hat

Despite being part 'raised' by his (horribly strict) father, Malfoy and i have never actually met, nor would he know of my existence, thankfully. Draco Malfoy was a perfect example of a Death eater's child. A perfect Slytherin Ron would say. Well, Ron would be thinking that right about now. 

"Pathetic with your rags you call clothes, is this seriously the company you want to keep Potter?" Malfoy sneers. It has been a total of three minutes since we got off the boats that lead us to the magnificent Hogwarts school of Wizardry. We were literally on the steps that lead us to the dining hall, when we ran into Mr High Class, and lets say, he wasn't too impressed by the fact that the famous Harry Potter was hanging around a Weasley. 

"Id rather hang out with him than someone like you" Harry retorts unimpressed. I felt slightly proud of him, though i dont understand why. Malfoy lunged forward like he was about to arch up, but Professor Minerva Mcgonagall interrupts them both, 

"If Im not disturbing you boys, i'd very much appreciate if you hurry along to the dining hall before i send you back on the train" She glares at them under her square glasses, before walking along toward the dining hall. The boys split, Malfoy spitting at him before walking along.

"Ugh a typical Slytherin" Ron mutters.

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"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your black,
Your sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in ,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in ,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old ,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Everybody claps after the sorting hat song, the first years talking excitedly about what house they want to be sorted into. The pit in my stomach just seemed to go deeper and deeper, almost never ending. I think im going to be sick. I watch as all my new 'friends' get sorted into Gryffindor, though i might not actually like Ron Weasley (i actually dont like him very much at all, purely because of his change of attitude toward me since i said i had a parent in Slytherin) and Harry Potter (although my interest in him is still there, id say we truly cant be friends cause of the whole Voldemort-is-my-father -thing, plus my father might use me to hurt him... which i dont know if im okay with that yet), i do truly like Hermione and her nerdiness (father would definitely disapprove).

"Nora Ryde" Great. My turn. I try to walk as confidently as i can, and sit in the seat, feeling everybody's eyes on me. I take a deep breath as i feel the hat being placed on my head. Not even a split second after, i hear its voice booming into my head,

Hmmm unique... Cunning, ambitious, driven...

I highly doubt thats all i am.

Well... You've got courage and have as much nerve as the next Gryffindor but... You would do so well in Slytherin Nora Riddle... Yes i see big things for you there.. 

I dont care! I want to be a good person, not like my family. I want to be someone i can be proud of.

Then i know exactly where to put you

"SLYTHERIN" The sorting hat's voice booms over my head, as my heart drops so far into my chest, i felt the throw the sorting hat into the bin where it belongs. It seems even the sorting hat thinks i deserve to follow my father's path, and even wanting to do better won't change that. As i solemnly walk to the cheering green bannered table, i decide that i truly dislike the sorting hat and all of my experiences that i've experienced at Hogwarts so far. A great start to my first year at the almighty Hogwarts. I find my place next to Draco Malfoy who pats me on the back with a big smile, 

"You're in the right house, not with those piss pockets" He sneered, looking over at the Gryffindor table. I glare at him and go practically nose to nose with him, 

"Dont be so proud of blindly following your fathers footsteps, its actually quite embarrassing" I growl, before turning around and watching the front. I suddenly felt a whole lot better. But then my heart skips, and the pit that was disappearing becomes even deeper.

The sorting hat called me Nora Riddle.