I'm a Proud Slytherin and Will Defend The House No Matter What
If I'm being honest with myself, I always knew I was a Slytherin. Of course, I despised Draco Malfoy with every ounce of my 8-year-old heart when I read the first book and the Death Eaters definitely filled me with my first ever dose of political fear.
Still, whenever the Sorting Hat recited the traits of each house, I knew where I belonged. This feeling was finally confirmed when Pottermore sorted me into Slytherin. Some people might get upset about that result, but I was unperturbed. Of course, I did have 10 seconds of reflection wondering if I'm an evil witch and if the woman I cut off in traffic meant something more. But then, I moved on. As much as I loved Harry, Hermione, and Ron, I just wasn't a Gryffindor. Despite the Harry Potter world's steady dislike for Slytherin, I found myself identifying with the house more than I ever have with my zodiac sign.
Yes, Slytherin gets a bad rep. Ron's wide-eyed proclamation in the book and film of "There isn't a witch or wizard alive who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin" implies that the house is, okay, a little flawed. The whole only-pure-blood thing is reminiscent of the worst parts of our political past. Still, here I am defending Slytherin house, and I will continue to do so until my oversize green-and-silver keychain is pried out of my cold, dead hands.