The Keeper of Secrets. (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

The Sorting Hat

Ophelia stepped into the grand office of Professor Albus Dumbledore, her heart racing with anticipation. The room was filled with books, strange artifacts, and a sense of warmth that wrapped around her like a cozy blanket. Dumbledore himself sat behind an enormous desk, his twinkling blue eyes sparkling with mischief and wisdom. His long silver beard cascaded over his robes like a waterfall, and he wore a smile that made her feel instantly at ease.

"Ah, Ophelia Fontaine!" he said, his voice warm and inviting. "How wonderful it is to finally meet you! Your father has spoken so highly of you. He was not only a promising student during his time at Hogwarts but also a great help in my research on historical artifacts."

"Thank you, Professor," Ophelia replied shyly, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "He always had a knack for finding interesting things in history."

"Indeed!" Dumbledore chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Your father was a Gryffindor who had friends in every house. A trait some purebloods found rather unbecoming, I might add! But it speaks volumes about his character. I've heard quite a bit about your mother's work in political and international affairs as well, even if she never attended Hogwarts."

Ophelia smiled, her heart swelling with pride. "Thank you. They've always been supportive of my interests."

"Now," Dumbledore said, his expression becoming more serious, "we must move on to your sorting. The Sorting Hat has quite a task ahead of it!"

As he called for the hat, Ophelia's heart raced. She knew her parents had been in different houses—her mother had attended Beauxbatons Academy in France—while her father had proudly worn the colors of Gryffindor. She wasn't entirely sure where she fit in, but she believed the hat would know best.

The hat appeared, an old, tattered piece of headwear that seemed to shimmer with magic. It began to sing a song about the four houses, weaving tales of bravery, cunning, intelligence, and loyalty. The words danced around the room, each note resonating in Ophelia's heart, stirring her emotions as she imagined the legacy of her family.

When the song ended, the hat was placed on her head, and she felt a wave of warmth wash over her. A voice echoed in her mind.

"Ah, a curious one! You have qualities of each house. I sense bravery, loyalty, and a sharp mind. But where to place you?"

Ophelia held her breath, feeling the hat's magic swirl around her thoughts. "I don't want to be sorted based solely on my abilities or family legacy," she thought, striving to convey her sincerity. "I'm open to any house, as long as I can be somewhere I know I can make a difference. I've seen too many people misuse their power and knowledge in history, and I want to be a force for good."

The hat was silent for a moment, seemingly pondering her request. "Your heart is admirable, and your intentions are noble. But what about your ambition? I sense a deep desire to prove yourself. You could achieve great things in Slytherin!"

"But I want to do good and stand for what's right," she thought calmly, her heart steady as she accepted the hat's scrutiny. "Please, place me where I can help others and be a true friend. I want to value all lives, no matter what."

"Hmm," the hat mused, considering her words. "Gryffindor certainly values bravery and loyalty. But I also see intelligence and creativity, qualities that could flourish in Ravenclaw as well..."

Ophelia felt a sense of hope rather than frustration. "If I'm meant to become someone who makes the right choices in life, I want to be among those who uphold those values, just like my parents! I trust you to guide me toward a house where I can truly make a difference."