"Yeah. I think the sorting hat could sense that, the first time. I talked it into Gryffindor, but it wanted me in Slytherin. When I got resorted last year it didn’t even give me a chance to speak to it. It just laughed at me," Harry said, miserably. He didn’t mind life in Slytherin, but it did sort of chafe. He considered himself a Gryffindor at heart.