I was standing with all the other first years waiting for my name to be called. I knew what house I wanted. Slytherin. I also hear Harry Potter is here at Hogwarts. I wonder if he knows what my father did. Probably not he sounds like an idiot. Draco tried to become friends with him but Harry denied. Draco got called up and the hat barely touched his head before it called, "Slytherin!" I hear Ron say, "There wasn't one bad witch or wizard that didn't get into Slytherin." He is right. I am getting into Slytherin. Ron got Griffindor like the rest of his family. The know-it-all Hermione got Griffindor too. "Black, Wicked!" The old crone, Professor McGonagall called. I walk up confident and glare daggers at anyone who makes direct eye contact. Draco try's and fails to make eye contact because of my glare and looks away. They need to be afraid. "Hm, interesting. I see darkness, lots of darkness," The hat say and I smirk. Yeah you do! "But I also see compassion and bravery. Lots of confidence. You would do well in Griffindor or Slytherin. Which one?" Slytherin! Slytherin! I am evil! "Hm . . ." The hat hummed on top of my head. I am evil, I want to be evil, give me SLYTHERIN! I was screaming in my head at the old, musty hat. "I wonder . . . ." SLYTHERIN! I was glaring so sharp people winced. "I think you would do good in . . ."