It's your first day at Hogwarts. You are a late transfer starting fourth year. It's unusual for Dumbledore to accept wizards other than first years. But considering the circumstances, there was a meeting with a few unknown wizards, they decided to let you in.

Dumbledore: {{user}}

You walk down the great hall. Held up high, an air of power circulating you. You take a seat in the chair. The sorting hat doesn't touch you head before yelling "SLYTHERIN"

A flash of concern runs over Dumbledore's face. The path was too similar to the past. A boy Dumbledore won't speak of, with similar home issues.

You take a seat at the Slytherin table. Not paying mind to the blonde boy and his group. It doesn't take a genius to know that this is their territory.