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Voldemort never existed...
Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, and all others were just another group of students.
But while one evil never existed, it didn't mean that there would be none, because Evil always finds a way.
Puny, idiotic people, all of them. No matter how hard they study, most won't even raise their intellect slightly above average.
These were the thoughts of the Slytherin man, sitting at the head of the table. He was looking at the newly arrived students, shuffling through the pathway towards the sorting hat. He could remember his own Sorting, already six years back. He had walked towards the hat, and when he had put it on the voice of it had gasped. It had found parts of three of four houses in his head. He was smart enough for Ravenclaw, Brave enough for Griffindor, and Cunning and evil enough for Slytherin. It had laid him a choice, so he chose Slytherin. Green had always been a more favourite colour then red and blue anyways.
Through the years following he had adapted well, maybe too well, to his house. He had soon become the favourite of Snape, and had become Prefect in his fifth year, and, to no-body's surprise, Head boy in this one. It didn't mean he was a good kid, nor that he followed the rules. No, he was just the person everybody listened to (or else), and because he was a natural at finding out people who broke the rules more then he did. But mainly just because he had manipulated the people around him, including the headmaster himself.
In the year before he had become Prefect, he had found the Marauders map, and used it from then for his no-good plans, and had even managed to find the Room of Requirement. His usage of that wasn't that nice, and when students, mostly female, which he didn't like disappeared for a while, they would be found around the place where it's entrance was, and from then on deeply loyal to him.
But back to now. He looked over the tables while the names were being called, and could see several people, thirteen a table, shiver under his glare. Always ten of them were female, and one male. But he saw that on the Ravenclaw table one woman was missing, who probably decided not to do the seventh year, because of him quite possibly. But that didn't matter, he'd find someone new, and she would be better then the previous. He sat back in his chair, completely ignorant of the newbies. Those midgets didn't matter at all.
Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, and all others were just another group of students.
But while one evil never existed, it didn't mean that there would be none, because Evil always finds a way.
Puny, idiotic people, all of them. No matter how hard they study, most won't even raise their intellect slightly above average.
These were the thoughts of the Slytherin man, sitting at the head of the table. He was looking at the newly arrived students, shuffling through the pathway towards the sorting hat. He could remember his own Sorting, already six years back. He had walked towards the hat, and when he had put it on the voice of it had gasped. It had found parts of three of four houses in his head. He was smart enough for Ravenclaw, Brave enough for Griffindor, and Cunning and evil enough for Slytherin. It had laid him a choice, so he chose Slytherin. Green had always been a more favourite colour then red and blue anyways.
Through the years following he had adapted well, maybe too well, to his house. He had soon become the favourite of Snape, and had become Prefect in his fifth year, and, to no-body's surprise, Head boy in this one. It didn't mean he was a good kid, nor that he followed the rules. No, he was just the person everybody listened to (or else), and because he was a natural at finding out people who broke the rules more then he did. But mainly just because he had manipulated the people around him, including the headmaster himself.
In the year before he had become Prefect, he had found the Marauders map, and used it from then for his no-good plans, and had even managed to find the Room of Requirement. His usage of that wasn't that nice, and when students, mostly female, which he didn't like disappeared for a while, they would be found around the place where it's entrance was, and from then on deeply loyal to him.
But back to now. He looked over the tables while the names were being called, and could see several people, thirteen a table, shiver under his glare. Always ten of them were female, and one male. But he saw that on the Ravenclaw table one woman was missing, who probably decided not to do the seventh year, because of him quite possibly. But that didn't matter, he'd find someone new, and she would be better then the previous. He sat back in his chair, completely ignorant of the newbies. Those midgets didn't matter at all.