Ok Son, when I put the sorting hat on your head I want you to say "Not Slytherin" and then you get a cookie.
lets try. Come on Harry say "Not Slytherin"!
you can do it Prongslet, "Not Slytherin"!
Come on say it for daddy.
No! Say it for Padfoot!
dont say it for the cookie! I ate them all!
Peter! Your supposed to be on guard duty! What if Lily comes in! She'd kill us! You know she wants Harry to choose his own identity!
Um...I'm confused do you want to choose for him?
No of course not! Harry can choose any house he wants. As long as it's Not Slytherin!
what is going on in here?
Ah Lily! I mean Hi Lily!
Black what have you got behind your back?
oh! You want to see my bum! I know it's a work of art! But come on Lills, James is standing right here! Plus There's a kid in the room!
A kid? Where's Harry?
Padfoot you idiot!
where's my baby!
He's right here just where you left him!
Black I'm positive I did not leave my baby behind your back!
course not! We were playing peak a boo! Weren't we!
yea! Yea! Peak a boo!
where did Harry get that hat?
oh this hat, funny story about THIS HAT. James put it on him!
Padfoot you idiot!
it kinda looks like the sorting hat.
um... I can explain?
its adorable!
it is?
Jamie your so thoughtful! You dressed Harry up to surprise me!
I did?
we better take it off while we eat dinner, you know how messy he can get. Come along Harry where having hot dogs for dinner, and for desert tentacle tart.
No lythrin!
ten years later
when Harry Potter sat in front of the entire school waiting for the Sorting Hat to decide his fate. His stomach growled. And he found himself thinking "Not Slytherin"! When the sorting hat finally placed him in Gryffindor, he found himself with a craving for tentacle tart.