It's our last year and were all sitting together, me, Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron, Draco, and Blaise. Were on the train on the way to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione are Gryfindors, while Blaise, Draco and I are all Slytherin. (The Best House.)
Now I know Slytherin is a bad house, and I saved everyone when I unatentioally killed Voldemort as a little kid, so why am I in Slytherin? Honestly I don't know, it's kinda a big deal, the world's savior being in the worst house.
Flashback: We were on the train on the way to Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione, and I. We all had just met and we were talking about what house we were going to be placed into. We were also talking about how bad Slytherin house is and how murders come from that house.
Fast forward to the sorting cermemony: Potter, Harry! I walked up to the stool, and put the hat on my head, and chanted "Anything but Slytherin" over and over again. The hat was completely silent until it yelled out the hated word, "Slytherin"
Sure most of the magic world hated me after that but honestly whatever, I ended up making friends with only two Slytherin's, Draco and Blaise. The years past by pretty uneventfully, though I got even more haters when I became the teachers pet in every class.
Now it's our last year, Hermione and Ron and I stayed friends, and had become friends with Blaise and Draco. Ron and Hermione were together, and Draco and I were together. Everyone who hadn't hated me before hated me now because o it, and I was happy, so that's all that matters.