Sorting Hat
“Please, please let me be in Slytherin.” He prayed as the opening of the hat loomed over his head.
The boy of eleven had worried for the past month about this moment. What house the hat yelled would determine the fact of him being disowned from the Malfoy family or not. There was no choice. It had to be Slytherin. His father would personally kill him if he wasn’t in Salazar Slytherin’s house.
“SLYTHERIN!” A voice above yelled. Draco Malfoy let out a huge sigh of relief as the Slytherins applauded. Walking to the table, knees like jelly, he smiled.
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