I always wondered what harry's name stood for, and here it is. I thought that it went best with my collection of hat stories.
Harry stood in a line of nervous first year witches and wizards at the Hogwarts academy of wizardry, awaiting to be sorted by the magical sorting hat. He was very nervous- what if the hat didn't place him? What if they sent him home? Or worse, what if professor Mcgonagal, the person anouncing the students names when they were to be sorted, said his whole name!
The girl in front of him, Poll, Alexis, was called and quickly sorted in to Ravenclaw.
Harry gulped. He was up. Please don't say my name, please don't say my he chanted in his head.
"Potter, Harr...Harriett?" the professor called.
He gulped as he walked up to the hat and muttered "Emmm, Mum was so sure that she was having a girl". The whole student body laughed at the now red faced harry.