Slytherin

The Sorting Hat didn’t place me in Slytherin.
My blood did.
My lineage did.
My Destiny did.

The house was chosen for me before I even drew breath.

Yet somewhere deep inside a voice began to whisper,

“It does not matter what one is born, what matters is what one becomes.”

So I chose to stay. Not because I agreed with them.

But because I knew that change has to start at the source.

I became an anomaly :

A Slytherin who believed in truth.

A Slytherin who chose to wield power not for conquest, but for healing.

A Slytherin who would stand as a testament that legacy is not destiny.

And so today, when I walk through the world, I wear the colors of my house.

But I wear them with a purpose.

Not to conquer, but to create.

Not to serve the past, but to forge the future.

And I?

I became the alchemy of everything my house feared:
A woman who saw through the illusions

And chose love, integrity, and freedom instead.