This fan fiction is based on the J.K.Rowling’s book serie ”Harry Potter”. I think that you all have some view who’s Harry Potter and what kind of books they are.

Harry Potter stood in the Great Hall, in the Hogwarts, with all others who strarted at Hogwarts in the year. All the older students were starring at them and the Sorting Hat, which was on the chair front of the Hall. The new students sat on the chair in their turn and put the Hat on their head, and the Hat told everyone what was the student’s house. Harry was waiting for his turn, and watched how some first-years were biting their fingernails. Harry felt a little pinch in his stomach, too, but he didn’t know what he should have scare about.

“Potter, Harry”, the Hat shouted finally.

Harry stood up and walked suspiciously in front of. He sat on the chair and put the Hat on his head. At first the Hat didn’t say anything, and Harry begun to think that it didn’t work. Then he heard muffled mutter.

“The Harry Potter… The big, famous Harry Potter. What should I do with you? What do you think boy?”, it said thoughtfully.

“Oh, I really don’t know what you have to do”, Harry whispered quickly. He was embarrassed because the all-knowing Hat couldn’t tell what was his house.

“Don’t you know, boy, don’t you know? Are you sure? Have you any ideas?”, the Hat continued.

“I really don’t know. Please, tell me to what kind of house I’ll go. I don’t want to go to Slytherin”, Harry begun to get nervous a little.

“You don’t want to go to Slytherin! Oh no, boy, you make me amazed. You were born to Slytherin, and I’m going to put you there”, the Hat answore slowly, but decisively.

“No, you cannot do this! You cannot! I’ll go to where ever other house than Slytherin”, Harry groaned desperately. He tried to be peaceful, but he remembered all that he had heard about the Slytherin. What have I did that I deserve that, Harry thought.

“Keep calm boy. You’ll survive it, I know it. You are created to Slytherin. You are their last hope, boy, remember that… Last hope. SLYTHERIN!”, the Hat shouted the last word so loud, that everyone in the Hall heard it.

“SLYTHERIN, SLYTHERIN, SLYTHERIN”, the voice grumbles in Harry’s head. He holds his head but the voice doesn’t stop. At the moment Harry realises that the voice comes out of him. He opens his eyes as soon as he realises he keeps them closed. Harry looks at around, and notices that he is in his own bed in the Hogwarts. For good measure he straightens his arm and touches carefully the curtains around  the bed. They feel the same than always before. Suddenly he hears the familiar voice.

“Harry? Harry, are you awake?”, Ron whispers from the next bed.

Harry breathes deeply. Yes, he’s in the Gryffindor’s bedroom in the Hogwarts. He’s at home.