Helena nodded, handing the slip of paper back to my wife who then erased the ink from the page. Bloody hell, these Slytherins are smooth. It took a moment to realize that I was among them now, and the thought oddly comforted me. The Sorting Hat once sang that in Slytherin, you find out who your friends really are. Before I had taken it as a vague threat. Now I see it as their saving grace.