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"Slytherin!"

Whispers throughout the crowd filled the vastness of the Great Hall as students and teachers alike were taken aback by the sorting hat's reply. The young girl who appeared to be the culprit of Hogwart's newest scandal sat underneath the hat, utterly frozen. Her mind and body had shut off completely as one of the worst moments of her life was on display for hundreds to witness. It felt as though she was up there for an eternity. That was until finally she felt a grasp on her arm, escorting her off of the chair. The girl snapped back into her unfortunate reality, as she was met with the face of her new Headmaster.

"It cannot be," she forcefully whispered to Headmaster Dippet. "The sorting hat must have made a mistake. Please, just let me try again and surely it will put me in Gryffindor."

"The sorting hat does not make mistakes, child. Go on now, you must sit with your given house," Dippet replied as he pat her shoulder and returned to his post. She looked up to see a new first year sitting upon that dreadful stool, but she could still sense all gazes on her. With tears in her eyes, she made her way to the long table in the far right corner, tainted with the ghastly color of emerald green. The girl sat, practically hanging off the edge of the bench as though it repulsed her.

"Well, well. Looks like one of thems finally got some sense," an older student commented as her fellow housemates laughed along with him. She payed no attention as her eyes were fixated to the red of the table furthest from them. No, no, no, no, this can't be happening, she thought. They'll kill me. I don't deserve this, I've worked so hard. I'm just like them.

As one of the last remaining heirs of Godric Gryffindor sat with a catastrophe building in her head, a young boy seated merely a few students away stared at her with fascination in his eyes.

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