The Great Hall of Hogwarts was buzzing with excitement as the first-year students waited to be sorted into their houses. The camera panned over the sea of faces, stopping on a particular girl with long curly hair and a mischievous glint in her eye. Her D cup breasts threatened to spill out of her robe, but she didn't seem to care. This was Harriet Potter, and she was ready to take on whatever Hogwarts had in store for her.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and she heard it muttering to itself. "Hmm, this is an interesting one. Not quite a typical Gryffindor, are you?" Harriet rolled her eyes. "Just get on with it."
The Sorting Hat bellowed, "Slytherin!" The crowd gasped, but Harriet just grinned. "I knew it," she muttered.
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