"POTTER!"
The shout rang out across the great hall, echoing in the sudden silence, seeming to sweep all other noise before it leaving a empty hollowness of noise behind. The sorting hat which had just issued the resounding proclamation appeared to gloat silently or as much as a moth eaten and worn Wizards hat was capable of doing.
The eleven year old girl upon who's head it currently rested on, sat on a stool in the middle of the floor, shaking in her second hand faded black robes.
Her long yet untidy tumbling raven black hair framed her thin and delicately boned face, as she lifted her piercing yet soft green eyes up from the floor and stared across the open air of the hall, into an identical pair of green eyes.
A pair of identical green eyes which belonged to the most famous wizard in Britain, a pair of eyes hardened in battle and now open in shock, the eyes of Harry Potter.
"And what did you mean by that?" Minerva McGonagall the new Headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, finally spoke up into the silence from the top staff table.
"Potter, I said this girl is a Potter, there's simply no denying it." The hat spoke more quietly, now it had the upmost attention from every soul in the hall.
It was plain from the tone that it was using that the hat was throughly enjoying its moment in the limelight and the disruption it had caused.
Harry Potter sat numbly at the Gryffindor table, locked into a gaze with the small first year girl currently perched upon the stool, a girl who shared his untameable hair, his signature green eyes and now it appeared his name.
Unable to form a coherent thought to the bombshell delivered by the hat and as hundreds of hissing whispers broke out all over the great hall. Harry Potter could only stare until the whispers had turned into a full fledged roar of questions and gossip before he realised that this could be a possibility for a family and that he would stop at nothing to get an answer to that question.