Harry POV

We walk into Hogwarts waiting for us to be sorted because we are seventh years we will be last.  we walk into the Great hall and Stand at the end of the line. I look around for Ron and Hermione both who look  at me in pain. I understand If my school My home was destroyed I would be pained too.    

    the sorting hat opens it mouth as it is placed on the table one by one every is sorted when my name is called I feel the thrill I did when I was first sorted into Gryffindor. The hat is placed on my head and Soddenly it yells " Slytherin!"

I swear i could hear a pin drop