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Once upon a time, I wasn’t forgotten. I know, it was a long time ago. And I’m the only one who still has memories of those days. Sometimes, even I tend to forget what it felt like. To be a girl. Named Melody Malfoi. Yes, that was me. But today ...
Right now, I’m merely sitting on a shelf, contemplating what to sing next year. That’s how I spend a lot of my time. When I’m not talking to any ghost or living creature here in Hogwarts, that is. And every now and then, I get quite a bit nervous when Fawkes is burning himself again. I’m only an old hat. I don’t know how easily I could catch fire. And what will happen to me, my spirit that is, not that old damn hat I’m living in. I don’t know. Can a spirit burn to death or even feel pain or anything? How should anyone know when I’m the only one who has ever been like that. I’m no ghost, nore living in a body, nore horcrux or any other form of soul. How should anyone know ...
Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I started this to tell my story. How I became the Sorting Hat. But where to start ... Maybe, yes. That could be a good beginning. So let me take you on a journey, back to the year 993.