I know I don't usually do shout-outs but... meh. Anyways, you should check out Fanfictionist2004 . They have good storyline ideas and the stories they write are good to read in free time, so I'd recommend their story called Prongslet. I've read it a couple of times by this time. Anyways, onto the story:
"Woah! He's huge!" Ron exclaimed.
"That's rude, Ronald!" Hermione scolded.
"You sound like my mother..." Ron mumbled.
"Well, you would probably need your mother if you are going to insult a member of staff!" Hermione retorted.
"I wasn't insulting him! I was just pointing it out!" Ron reiterated.
"Break it off, you two. It would be better not to fight before we even get to the express." Harry stepped in. He was used to this fighting because him and Jason were like this and he always would be grateful whenever Abigail stepped in.
"Firs' years onto 'he boats!" The giant man bellowed. Hermione decided to go onto a different boat so as not to fight with Ronald while on the journey so Harry and Ron were left with two boys of their age.
"Hello. I'm Seamus Finnegan; me friend here is Dean Thomas." One of the boys introduced.
"I'm Ron Weasley." Ron answered.
"Pleasure to meet you." Harry added. "I'm Harry Potter."
"Good to meet you guys, too." Dean Thomas, the other boy who had not spoken, replied.
And so the journey went on and they finally reached Hogwarts, they were told about Hogwarts and the Sorting Hat broke into song:
"loyal and patient hufflepuffs, the fairest in play and kindness at heart. Brave Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart; determined and chivalrous to get through it all. Wise Ravenclaw, their intelligence and wit will get them through. Finally, the ambitious slytherin; house of the snake, only the most cunning and self-preserved will prove themselves here!"
("pretty much every wizard that's gone bad has been in Slytherin" Ron added.)
"Anyways, I shall put this sorting hat onto your head and you will be sorted into your house." McGonagall explained.
"Abott, Hannah!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Bones, Susan!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Crabbe, Vincent!"
"Slytherin!"
"Davis, Tracey!"
"Slytherin!"
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Finnegan, Seamus!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Goyle, Gregory!"
"Slytherin!"
"Granger, Hermione!" The sorting hat paused for near to five minutes at most and at least four minutes before calling out:
"Gryffindor!"
"Longbottom, Neville!" Again, the sorting hat paused.
"Gryffindor!"
"Malfoy, Draco!"
"Slytherin!"
"Nott, Theodore!"
"Slytherin!"
"Parkinson, Pansy!"
"Slytherin!"
"Potter, Harry!" Harry walked over to the stool where the hat was placed upon his head.
Hmm... interesting...
'What is?' Harry thought.
The only Potter this generation and the tradition may break this year...
'How come? What tradition?' Harry asked.
The tradition of The Sorting Of Gryffindor. All generations of Potters before you have been in Gryffindor but, your mind is ready for the snake house. Yess... such cunning and ambition
'Not Slytherin! Please, not Slytherin!' Harry thought, determined not be in Slytherin
Why not? You have a thirst to prove yourself and Slytherin will do you justice
'I don't want to be there... like you said, my whole family are Gryffindors and my parents,(mainly my father) godfather, and my pretty-much godfather along with my god-siblings are all against Gryffindor!' Harry replied to the hat, 'hey, being determined to be in a certain house is Gryffindor, right?'
Well then... you do have a reckless nature so let's put you with others like you in...
"Gryffindor!" Soon, McGonagall continued calling the names.
"Weasley, Ron!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Zabini, Blaise!"
"Slytherin!"
"Good job, Ron!" A red-head, who looked similar to Ron, exclaimed to Ron once he was sorted.
"I mean, obviously he was going to be sorted. He got his letter so they were going to sort him, weren't they?" Harry questioned, using his mother's logic. He had inherited many traits from his father but his trait was from Lily and also from having Remus/moony as his uncle.
"I was congratulating him on being in Gryffindor..." the boy, who Harry recognised as a prefect, replied.
"So you wouldn't have congratulated him had he been in any other equally noble house? Aren't prefects supposed to promote house unity?" Harry asked. "Should I tell Dumbledore he should try harder to get people to promote the house unity?" The boy looked dumbstruck.
"Anyways, I'm Percy Weasley, the Gryffindor prefect." The boy introduced himself, not knowing how to respond.
"I'm Harry Potter. Good to meet you, older brother of Ron." Harry told him.
"He's not just my older brother, Harry. Also, how did you render him speechless like that? I couldn't have thought of that? Are you a bookworm, too!?!" Ron asked, horrified.
"No... I just inherited my mother's logic, I'm pretty dumb, if I'm being honest." Harry admitted. It was at this moment he got a flashback. These were pretty common but usually only when around the person it was about.
"What do you mean, I'm smart? I just inherited my mother's logical thinking. Im the dumbest one here even though I'm the oldest!" Last-Harry exclaimed.
"Mmhmmm..." Jason replied, sarcastically.
"You're way too modest, Harry. Soon, people will mistake you for having low self-esteem or depression." Abigail tutted, chuckling.
"Depression isn't only low self-esteem, Abby. You should know better then this!" Harry exclaimed.
"Changing the topic, I see? And, I know, I am just pointing out how dumb some people are..." Abigail pointed out.
"I just don't know much about mental health disorders!" Jason retorted. Both others chuckled.
"You precious bean, Jace." Abigail imitated.
"My name isn't Jace!" Jason yelled, his hair going a bright red as well as his eyes.
"Oh. My. God. My god brother is a metamorphmagus!~" Abigail danced around. Jason groaned. Well, at least the subject was changed.
"Isn't logic the same as knowledge?" Ron asked.
"And that's why you aren't a Ravenclaw, Ronald." Percy groaned.
"Intelligence is not necessarily the only quality of a Ravenclaw. Don't they also need to be witty? Or just admire the traits?" Dean Thomas questioned.
"Yeah, Percy just doesn't do much research or admiring of other houses, does he?" Harry asked.
"That sounds like a cunning remark. You sure you aren't a Slytherin?" Dean Thomas asked. Harry felt his head hurt as he had another flashback
"Sorry, Harry, but you seem a lot like a Slytherin... Are you sure you won't be with all of those evil people?" Jason asked.
"Not all Slytherins are evil. Was Merlin evil?" Abigail asked rhetorically.
"No..." Jason responded.
"Exactly. Not all of them are bad, you could just as easily have an evil Ravenclaw or Gryffindor then an evil Slytherin." Abigail answered.
"Thanks, Abby." Harry thanked, smiling, But still hoping he was a Gryffindor.
"Harry, you alright?" Ron waved a hand over his friend's face. The feast had just ended and Harry had been clutching his head for a minute or so.
"I-I'm fine..." Harry assured him.
"Hey, Harry... where did that scar come from? As in, the lighting one? It just flashed purple and you spaced out..." Hermione told him. "There isn't anything about magical scars in books about magical injuries."
"What scar? I don't have one..." Harry replied, truthfully.
"I mean, the one on your forehead." Hermione responded.
"He didn't know he had it until just now, how would he know?" Ron added, annoyed. Harry sighed. This was going to be a long year.
Harry pretty much had the same encounters for all of the teachers but I decided to change Snape's reaction. He would have been more bitter since he had lost his friendship and love of his life to his enemy and they just lived happily while he was left all alone. Anyways, here is the potions class:
"Potter, Potter!" A girl sneered. "You seem to be enjoying your time with the red-haired weasels. Are you sure they aren't only using you for charity?"
"Pansy, we should probably lay off. He must already be infected by his fake friend's germs! As well as the filthy little mudblood." A blonde boy told her. Harry instantly remembered the girl was a Slytherin named Pansy Parkinson and the boy was the pale Draco Malfoy. His and Malfoy's father's had had "Not-very-pleasant" experiences while in school.
"Lay off, Malfoy!" Ron defended.
"Why should he listen to you? You've already proved your family is hopeless. Ours are two of the purest there is, you've also began associating with those who don't even belong in a loathsome school like Hogwarts." Parkinson scowled.
"Well, the Potters were a pureblood family. We only aren't a part of the sacred 28 because of the fact that some muggles have it as a last name. Weasleys are also a part of the sacred 28 so, though you might think they're blood-traitors, they're still a pureblood family." Harry added. Parkinson glared at him and Malfoy just looked at him in shock.
"Come on, Dracey! We're leaving!" Pansy looked up and walked away and into the potions classroom.
"Sorry about Pansy. She was raised to believe in pureblood supremacy since she was young. She believes in it so she acts like this when around mud- muggleborns. I only am not like that because I have an ounce of common sense, unlike her." Malfoy apologised, before rushing off to join Pansy.
"Come in." Professor Snape's monotone voice told the class. Everyone walked in.
"Tell me, Potter... What would I get if I added the powdered rout of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked.
"You would get the drought of living death, sir." Harry replied, glad that his mother had told him about potions.
"Where would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?" Snape tutted. Hermione's hand shot straight up.
"In the potions cupboard." Harry added, bluntly. The Gryffindors burst out laughing and Malfoy even let out a small chuckle before going back to his emotionless facade. Snape glared at him.
"What? You can't expect me to dissect the bezoar of a goat, would you? That's far too violent, Professor." Harry grinned. The Professor went on with the lesson, bitterly calling on Harry and also insulting Hermione.
"Do you take pride in being an insufferable little know-it-all, Miss Granger?" The teacher asked. Hermione looked upset and offended but she never said anything.