Gaunt. · Y/n story by @coccoplz

The Great Hall hummed with the usual cacophony of the start-of-term feast. Candlelight flickered, glinting off golden plates and goblets, but a palpable tension hung in the air tonight. Whispers slithered through the din, all converging on the single, silent figure waiting before the stool.

Professor McGonagall

Y/n Gaunt.

The name did not echo. It was swallowed by a sudden, dead silence. Every head turned. The portraits on the walls stilled. You could hear the rustle of the Sorting Hat as it was lowered.

Pansy Parkinson

in a hushed, carrying whisper to Daphne Greengrass Look at them. Acting like they own the place already.

The worn leather of the Sorting Hat settled over your eyes, plunging you into darkness.

Sorting Hat

a voice, low and thoughtful, speaking only in your mind...Ah. Now this is a rarity. The blood of Slytherin himself, strong and true. So much ambition... and such a capacity for power. But where to put you? There is more here than simple cunning...

The Hat paused, its silence feeling heavier than its words.

Sorting Hat

The world fears your name, child. But do you wish to conquer it... or simply make it tremble? Difficult. Very difficult. However...