
The Sorting
The Great Hall buzzed with anticipation as the first-years filed in, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the grandeur of Hogwarts. Among them was Harry Potter, his heart pounding with nervous excitement as he awaited the Sorting Hat's decision.
As the Hat was placed upon his head, Harry's mind raced with thoughts of his father, the legendary Severus Snape, and the legacy he carried as the son of a Slytherin. Would he follow in his father's footsteps, or would fate lead him down a different path?
"Ah, a Potter," the Sorting Hat murmured in his mind. "But not just any Potter. No, there's something more to you, isn't there? A legacy of cunning, ambition, and determination. Yes, I see it now. Slytherin!"
The words echoed in Harry's mind as he made his way to the Slytherin table, a mix of shock and uncertainty coursing through him. How would he be received by his new housemates, knowing the history between his father and their Head of House?