If The Sorting Hat Misspoke

¨Slytherin!¨

Hiding beneath the Sorting Hat´s shadow, Harry couldn´t have been more dumbfounded. I´m a what?

Professor McGonagall lifted the hat from Harry´s head and held out her wrinkly hand in the direction of the Slytherin tables. Sensing the fear in his eyes, she held onto his shoulder to walk him over to a grinning Draco Malfoy.

¨Better not get in my way, Potter.¨ Draco crossed his arms as Harry stood by his side, nearly shoulder to shoulder.

Harry looked about the Great Hall for any sign that this could all just be a dream, although it was more like a nightmare. When his eyes wandered through the professors, his eyes caught onto Snape, whose brows were heavily furrowed and whose dark eyes that were somewhat gloomily staring at him with a feeling that he couldn´t quite describe.

And then there was Dumbledore, who looked on at Harry in horror, possibly realizing that there was more of Voldemort in him than he had first suspected. Much more.