Emerald~ Albus Severus Potter

As I walked shakily to the worn and weathered hat that rested in the view of everyone at the front of the Great Hall, I could only try to not dread what could come next. Dad had thought he'd assured me before James and I had left the station of the train that even if I was a Slytherin, it did not mean I was a bad person. It did not mean that I was going to end up in a cold cell in Azkaban someday with his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher sipping tea down the hall, saying that she was "merely trying to correct the way that that horrible school was run". And that my namesake had been proof that Slytherins were not evil. I had heard the story of Severus Snape before; it did not exactly put the thoughts consuming my mind to ease. I guess he had sort of, in a way, been at least helpful but he did not strike me as the hero that Dad said he was. The way he had acted had gotten creepier than the last every time I'd heard it. Aunt Hermione once told me of a story of a different Slytherin who put more of a pleasant view of the house in my mind. I concentrated on him as I took a seat on the wooden stool that the entirety of the hall had eyes focused to. The hat was placed on my head and soon a new voice spoke inside my mind, drowning out the little glimmers of hope from the story I was repeating in my head.

"Ah, Albus Severus Potter. I've been waiting to meet your mind."