Dabify

Tom's Sorting.

The Dab God sat in the sky, all Godly like, watching Tom Riddle as he entered Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This would be interesting. The Dab God could see it. Tom Riddle, so clever, so bright, would be sorted in Gryffindor house. Despite being a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, deep down, Tom really was a good kid. The Dab God could not allow this. Oh no no no no no no no no no NOOOO HONEY! This was not how things worked in the Dab God town. So what did he do? Well, naturally, he raised an eyebrow at the sorting hat as soon as it had touched Tom's head. Here's the more detailed story...

Tom Riddle stepped foot into the Hogwarts castle. The place seemed impossibly huge to a kid who grew up in an orphan. Tom stared around him. So many people. So many people who could easily hurt him. He wouldn't give any of them his trust, it was decided right then and there. Tom stopped, almost bumping into the kid in front of him, before the doors of the great halls. There was a lecture being given about Hogwarts, and the four houses. Tom was listening, focused, absorbing in every single word. He was going to be a good student. A good student indeed. This was his only shot at a great life.

Tom walked into the Great Hall along with the rest of the kids his age, only to find that there were even more kids sitting at great long tables. There were four long tables. One for each house, Tom assumed. Even though most kids were really nervous to be here, at Hogwarts at last, Tom was excited. He never knew true family. His life at the orphanage had been ruined for being a wizard. Here was somewhere he could be accepted for who he was.

He never tried to do anything bad. Bad things just happened to him. He was a bright kid. A brave kid. A loving kid. A wise kid. Anything but an evil kid. The dab God was disgusted. No kid deserved to be that bright. 

Tom was also fairly attractive. The other first year girls were already giggling and whispering at the sight of him, but Tom didn't have time to notice that. He was too focused on the school itself. The magically enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, and the floating candles. Tom loved this place already. The students didn't seem that bad either. Everyone seemed so kind. No one would need to know of Tom's past. He would make friends here.

The first years waited anxiously for their turn to be sorted, but Tom was anything but anxious. He didn't care what house he was sorted into, he just cared that this school accepted him. The poor kid, living such a harsh life. All he hoped for was to be loved, truly loved. Not a fake love of the sort a Slytherin would give. A real love.

Too bad the dab God was here. He watched, bored by the event, as students were sorted one by one. He even yawned. But, there was a certain boy that caught the attention of the dab god. Merope's son, he could see, was right there. The dab God could already tell that this kid was different. Far different from the others. He was going to go far in life. But, the dab God hated his family and his blood, so he therefore hated him. He wasn't going to let this kid meet the bright future he was destined for.

The Dab God took a peak into the future...

"Riddle, Tom!"

Tom took a step away from the crowd of first year students, which was considerably thinner than it was currently in the present, for the other students, by now, in the future, would've been sorted. Tom didn't nervously slowly step up like some students, or nervously run up to just get it done with. He simply savored each moment. Memorized each step. Memorized all of the movements around him, as if this was the most important moment of his life. It wasn't, but the young boy didn't know that.

He slowly sat down on the stool, and looked around at the room around him, filled with so many bright, young, students. He was soon to be one of them. As far as the DG (dab god) could tell, Tom didn't care about which house he was sorted in, so the dab god decided that he would have to put him in the house that would give him the worst future.