After word of introduction from Professor McGonagall, you find yourself standing in line with the other first years, preparing to be sorted. You eyes wander the hall nervously. You couldn't help but gasp like all the other first year kids, the Great Hall was a truly extraordinary sight. Then your gaze switch to the tables.
Kids that you once could have taken on seven at a time as a teenager (including 7th year Slytherin beaters) now appeared like menacing giants, especially those of the Slytherin lot. Now, stereotyping was a bad thing, but you didn't like the look in the Slytherin's eyes. You didn't really mind what house you were put in, so long as it wasn't Slytherin.
One by one, the kids were called forward, sorted into one of the four houses. All those kids you saw, you'd read about them in the books, but it was utterly surreal seeing Ronald Weasly, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy in the others in the flesh. Then came your turn.
"Giljaras Dragoner!!" called Professor McGonagall, holding up the roll of parchment. You walked forward, cringing under the leering eyes of the older students. Puffing wearily, you place the ragged hat onto your head and sat down into the stool.
"Hmm, difficult, difficult indeed" the hat started. I sense you are much too impulsive and emotional for Hufflepuff, nor Ravenclaw. No indeed."
"I sense, that your mind seems different from any other first year I have ever placed. If I am not mistaken, it seems that your mind and soul is linked to another being. A being of great strength and power" the hat continued in its cryptic drall.
Uh oh, it knew who Drak was.
"Plenty of courage, but I sense a tortured soul that has seen much suffering, and my goodness, a power never contrieved of any wizard I have ever seen. A power spawning from beyond this realm. And there are other secrets about you, secrets that you would dare not tell...
"So where shall I place you then?"