A young boy with long, greasy black hair watched in awe as his fellow classmates were sorted into the houses they would reside in for the next seven years. Within these houses, friendships would be forged, relationships wrought, and futures built. The house you were placed in would determine who your enemies would be and who your friends were. Slytherins hated the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws the Hufflepuffs. His mother had been a Hufflepuff, but Sev hoped to be placed in Gryffindor. You see, his only friend in the world, muggle born Lilly Evans, had been sorted into Gryffindor only moments ago.
"Snape, Severus." Proffessor Mcgonagall called out and the young Severus walked to the platform and put the ancient sorting hat onto his head.
"Ahhh, Elieen Prince's son. You are nothing like her, I can see. Yet you love her with all of your heart. You are loyal to those you love and have bravery in your heart. Gryffindor traits, those are. Yes, I know of you'r desire to be placed there young mister Snape. And I must admit, Gryffindor would do great things for you."
"So-so, am I going to be in Gryffindor then?" the young boy asked the hat.
"WHAT! But you said-" the boy mentally screamed.
"Let me finish a sentence. Gryffindor would do great things for you, but you would not do great things. In Slytherin, you would do great things."
"That's fine! I don't care if I do great things! Just please, put me with Lilly! Please!" The boy begged to the hat.
"Sorry, my boy, but it must be...Slytherin!"