What the Hat Told You. HARRY POTTER.
Maybe it was his imagination, but Sirius thought the hat rested too lightly on his head, making him feel uncomfortably like a foregone conclusion.
There was a pause, and then the Hat said, rather puzzled, Oh.
Yes, Sirius agreed. It's Andromeda's fault.
Mmmm… Well, you're bright enough for Ravenclaw. More than bright enough. Definitely not a Hufflepuff. The Hat began to mumble, and Sirius caught only one word in five. He waited with a fairly convincing display of patience.
Hah! What was your mother's name?
Anastasia Vance, said Sirius.
This will make up for the time she pinched me. GRYFFINDOR!
Tom put the hat over his eyes a little nervously, not quite certain what to expect.
Oh, he knew where he'd be placed. That wasn't a problem.
Well, said the hat's dry, dry voice. Well.
Yes? said Tom defensively.
I just wonder, and I wonder with many people, if I should tell them more than your House. For obvious reasons.
Tom didn't say anything, and the hat seemed to find this response…appropriate.
I've never done it, it added. You can rest easy now, if you were worried.
I wasn't, Tom said, trying to sound confident.
Good for you. SLYTHERIN!