Albus Potter sat upon the stool as the entire school watched.
"Perhaps Ravenclaw," the Hat whispered.
Images of his brother, cousins, uncles, and aunts flashed through his head. They wouldn't really mind, but he would. He wanted to be a Gryffindor. Not because it was what was expected or because everybody else was, but because before the hat even touched his head, he was a true Gryffindor. It was where he wanted to be.
"I want to go to Gryffindor."
"Then it's settled." The hat proclaimed, "GRYFINDOR!"
His family and the teachers and students clapped loudly. And it was done.