A/N: I got a review from someone saying that my chapters were too short and to-the-point. I'll try to make them longer and more informative/detailed. Hope you like this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything that you would recognize. The parts that I got directly from the book I will bold (Sorting Hat Song etc.) .

"Firs years! Firs years cumere!" bellowed a large, hairy man. Harry's eyes lit up as he recognized the professor. He was just like he remembered, with his wild chocolate mane and gentle ivory eyes. Hermione was rigid with fright at the giant that was Reubus Hagrid. "Ere ye go" he instructed, gesturing to a row of boats, lying idly in a vast lake.

" My brothers said that there are monstrous sea serpents in there" whispered an anxious voice. Harry forced himself to remain silent as he heard Ron. " Sea serpents? Merlin's pure beard! Ye've got quat the imagination der. Ye don't lern 'bout dose till seventh year..."

" Oh look at it Harry! The books don't do it justice. It's simply magnificent" cried out Hermione as they exited their floating vehicle. Harry smiled at her awe. " It really is great, isn't it?" he asked as they entered the grand castle.

A tall woman in crimson robes and a pointed black hat welcomed them at the entrance. " My name is Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor. Welcome to Hogwarts" she greeted, earning a loud cheer from her audience, Harry included.

" Now, I would like to go over some rules before we enter the Dining Hall. No flying, no spells for un-educational purposes, and no horseplay. Mr. Filch shall go over the rest at dinner. Let the Sorting begin!" she cried, and opened the mahogany doors.

Gasps ran through the young crowd as they took in the great room. Long rows of fine wood tables decked with food welcomed them, along with hundreds of other wizards and witches. Piping hot soups, glazed hams, steamed vegetables, and yellow butter filled the hall, along with others.

At the front of the four rows lay another table, filled with staff. First sat Severus Snape, a man who played a cold part in Harry's memories. Sitting by him was Harry's first tribulation, Professor Quirell. The boy's scar pained far less, now that Harry was able to defend himself. Yet he could still tell by the slight jab Voldemort was still at Hogwarts.

Next to Quirellmort was Sybil Trelawney, a woman Harry noticed he did not pay enough attention to in the original timeline. Though Fate had ridiculed her, she was the woman who changed Harry's life, who predicted the Prophesy. The Divination teacher had sat down by the other Head of Houses. Hagrid was looking as happy as ever.

But the one that Harry truly noticed was Albus Dumbledore. In truth his beard was still white, his cheeks still rosy, and his spectacles at the tip of his nose. All that was normal. Although now Harry looked at him through different eyes. He was still a man who Harry looked up to, but now a man who needed to be asked some questions.

"Now, before we start with our annual start-of-the-year feast, The Hat must Sort!" The Headmaster shouted. There was applause as the first years nervously lined up, looking expectantly at The Hat.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can top them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a steady mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

I'll eat myself if you can findA smarter hat then school roared in applause as she finished her song, and The Hat started placing the children. It started off with "Abernathy, Margret" and on, and on, and on. At last it called out "Granger, Hermione". Harry gave her a reassuring squeeze of the hand as Hermione awaited her telling.

"Hmm. Plenty of courage I see. A mind eager to prove, though no deviousness of Slytherin. Loyal, but…RAVENCLAW!" The Hat bellowed. Harry gaped in shock, yet followed it after with polite clapping. 'What had changed?'

Straight after the Patil twins had separated for the first time in their life, 'Potter, Harry' was called. Gasps and hushed whispers ran through the Hall.

" Potter, did he say?"

" What was that?"

"Is that The Boy Who Lived?"

" The Harry Potter?"

Harry stepped up to the podium, bravely facing the Hall. He placed The Hat on his wild ivory hair. 'Well, well, well. A time traveler. Haven't had one of those since Wendelin the Weird' mumbled The Sorting Hat, tsking twice. Harry's eyes widened. 'She knows about me. How can she know about me? And Mr. Binns never mentioned Wendelin the Weird was a time-traveler'. The Hat went back to Sorting. 'Seems Gryffindor to the core, although I'm getting a trace of Slytherin in here. Very loyal, but…there's something here. Something very interesting. Could it be? Yes, of course…..RAVENCLAW!"

The Hall was silent.