Heir of Merlin
Potions was not nearly as bad as it could have been, far from it actually. Malfoy had failed and was in Remedial Potions with the rest of the Slytherins, and Snape just ignored Harry, a much deserved improvement, and even Neville's normal explosion didn't happen, he seemed to have grown a backbone over the Summer.
After class was over Harry and Ron headed outside to relax for their hour break. When they reached the lake shore Ron turned to Harry and berated him, "Harry, when are you going to ask Ginny out?"
Harry blushed to rival Ron's hair, "Am I that obvious?"
"Yes you are obvious," Ron said, and I hear you talk in your sleep, he added silently.
"I talk in my sleep?" Harry asked, blushing worse than ever.
"Did I say that out loud?" Ron asked, seeming perplexed.
"Didn't you?"
"No."
"I don't feel so good.." Harry collapsed suddenly.
Hello Harry Potter Merlin
Wha'? Who are you?
I am the Sorting Hat, and you are the one heir of Merlin.
Wow!
I need to leave you now, five more heirs to inform. Try and find your inheritance.
Harry awoke on a bed in the hospital wing with Ron standing over him, looking worried.
"Harry! Are you okay?"
"I need to speak to Dumbledore!"
"Bad news?" Ron asked as they ran out the door and met up with the others.
"Maybe,"
As he ran up to the stone gargoyle it sprang aside as soon as he reached it. He gave it a surprised look and then jumped up on the stairs.
The door sprang open as well and as soon as he regained his breath he began relating the story (excluding his conversation with Ron).
As soon as he finished the narrative Dumbledore strode over to the Sorting Hat and put it on Harry's head. It made no sound.
As the Six left Dumbledore's office Harry whispered in Ron's ear, "I'll ask her next Hogsmede weekend."