The sorting hat is stolen. And I'm the theif.
I always wanted it. Ever since I saw it, I had this desperate urge to know more about myself. And eventually, my curiosity got the better of me and then the following happened. " Tell me which house do I belong to. " The boy demanded. " But you're a Muggle, how can you belong to any of the magical houses?! " said the hat in a surprisingly curious manner. The boy settles the hat firmly on his head, determined to get an answer. Unlike countless of his friends, He never really desired to be a part of Gryffindor. That was too mainstream, he was never a fan of clichés. He wanted to be in Slytherin. But he unquestionably didn't want the hat to alter its judgment because of his inclination. So he attempted to not think about the house he wanted to be in the most. Immediately dismissing his thoughts, he directed his attention on the moving hat, which gave the impression that it was about to execute a significant statement. " So... let me get this str...