Y/n took a few steps to the hat, the sound of her boots echoing in the silent room, every head was turned to her, and the first years seemed to take a step back away from the sorting hat. Nerves vibrated in y/n's skin. She sat on the stool, when the sorting hat hummed.
"Another riddle." The hat shifted on her head, it's face creasing. "Curious, so curious."
"What's so curious?" Y/n said in a quieter voice, so only the hat could hear.
"You have so much potential." The hat replied, shifting on my head again. "So smart.."
She looked at the ravenclaw table, and her lips curled in distaste. Know it alls. She couldn't be in a house with them. Wouldn't be.
The hat laughed out loud, as if hearing her thoughts. "No?" Y/n shifted her head in disagreement.
The sorting hat laughed deeply again. "You're quite loyal, aren't you?" It's brown rough material dropped on her head slightly, this time speaking in a quiet voice. "Are you loyal to your legacy, y/n Isabelle riddle?"
She sat quietly. No response.
The hat shifted for the fifth time. "Very brave, too. You would do anything for the people you loved." It tilted its edges "If only you had someone to love."
She gripped the chair harder, glaring straight ahead. The hat laughed deeply before saying..
"Most of all, you want to prove yourself."
It's loud edge of its voice echoed before it took a softer one just for me to hear. "Not to your legacy."
She breathed deeply, electricity in her veins, sparkling in her hand.
"Not Gryffindor." Y/n whispered. "Not Gryffindor"
The deep voice hummed. "I recall the same, but opposite words 6 years ago." The hat chuckled as her brows lifted in confusion. The hat didn't say anything else.
"Slytherin." It called out, slight disappointment on his tone.
The other tables slowly clapped, while the slytherin table roared with approval. She walked to the table, sitting between Draco and Mattheo, who both offered her proud smiles while Draco put his hand on her shoulder and cheered.
Y/n's eyes filled the giant room, to Albus dumbledore who gave her a amused nod. His gaze shifted so somewhere else, and y/n searched the room. What was so similar about this moment?
She huffed in annoyance and stuck her fork into her steak.
At least she was Slytherin.
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Fantasy🖤🥀An enemies to lovers story of y/n, a descendant of defeated Lord Voldemort & the "chosen one" Harry Potter.
