James Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

“Shall I tell them now?”"Wait!” Lily thought. “Do I get a choice?”The hat hesitated. “You want to be great. This would make you great. The moment I say your name you will be famous. The Slytherin Muggle-born girl. You will make history. It will help other Muggle-borns too, and change the way Slytherins think, to know that Slytherin chose you for his house. It would be momentous.”“Do I get to choose?” Lily asked again.“… yes,” the hat said bitterly.Lily smiled. “Then no,” she thought.“Why not?” the hat asked her.Lily thought of the looks wizards had given her parents at King’s Cross. Cassie's dismissive smile, the feeling that she had just brushed the surface of what she was facing. Slytherin had been the same way. He had been one of the school's founders, a powerful man who had said that people like her weren’t good enough. Except he thought she was good enough. He wanted her, but she didn’t want him. “Because I don’t need his help to be great.”Lily felt the hat sigh. “Then it seems like the man who could hold a grudge like no other is also willing to claim you … Gryffindor!” the hat shouted to the room at large.