Throughout the great hall, a sound could be heard. The sound was more like birds chirping, and yet there were no birds in the great hall. "Harry Blackstone " the aged witch rang out to which everyone was surprised because the individual was dressed rather strangely.

"Yes, Ma'am" the boy questioned with what seemed an authentic Texan accent, though he resembled the Potters windswept hair every male seemed to have. "Ah, it must be my time to shine," he said with excitement.

"I will have to ask you to take your current hat off, as it is tradition," the stern-looking woman said with an exasperated sigh.

"No can do Ma'am"

"But I must insist"

"I know that Ma'am, but it seems that everyone else is wearing a cap, so I see no reason why I would have to part with my priceless Diamante, just to put that disgusting rag you call a hat," Harry said with a sad look " I mean not disrespect Ma'am, but if it's, all the same, I'd like to go to Ravenclaw now,"

"Potter! take that stupid hat off your head and get sorted like a proper wizard" a voice said

With that announcement, the entire hall had erupted into mayhem at the sight of the obvious foreign student who turned out to be their savior Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Everyone was shocked at how different he looked. With his black leather duster that covered a white and red plaid button-up shirt, he also had a pair of blue jeans that seemed to have wand holsters on both sides of his waist, and what seemed to tie the whole ensemble was his prized Stetson Diamante. The hat was the crowning achievement of those who were in the know about the latest and greatest cowboy hats. This hat was hand-made with the fur of Beaver and Chinchilla, and what some didn't know was that the lining of the hat was made of real Demiguise hair, there was a self hatband with 14 karat gold buckle set and 26 diamonds inlaid to the buckle. suffice it to say Harry's hat was worth more than what most wizarding families made in ten years.

"Well, It seems that young mister Blackstone has quite the taste in hats, so to save the trouble for everyone I shall transfer my consciousness over to his hat," the sorting hat said to please everyone.

" You rip any seem in my hat, I will eradicate and dissolve your ambient magic, am I understood great ancestor Linfred of Stinchcombe," Harry warned, though this was news to everyone including Dumbledore who prided himself on knowing as much as he could, this was just incredible, the sorting hat was in fact Harry Potter's very first ancestor to start the Potter line.

"Ugh, and here I thought Fleamont, Charlus, hell even my own son Hardwin never even questioned my disappearance, but I guess seven hundred years isn't too long of a wait for one of my descendants to recognize my magical signature. I promise that I will not rip your hat, and risk my very existence." with this revelation done and over with, Linfred of Stinchcombe passed his magic over to his great descendent's Diamante just to sort him.

The deputy Headmistress was still baffled that the hat that had been sorted for almost a millennia was in fact Harry Potter's very first ancestor. "Get on with it Hat,... er Linfred we still have many students to sort, you may converse with your ancient grandson later," she sighed.

"Yes, of course, Minnie, time waits for no wizard... let's see here, plenty knowledge, ambition in spades, courage to could topple even the great Griffindor, but no you find solace in knowledge for knowledge sake nothing else. With all this in your head, there is only one spot to place you. Better be...Ravenclaw!"

A/N: Hey guys, this little story was just a way for me to get my creative juices flowing, but I also wanted to see if I could put a spin on who the sorting hat was before, but hey it was a shot, that's why they call it a one-shot.

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