It was an overall normal day on The Argo II.
Leo was eating while arguing with Frank, Annabeth and Percy were talking quietly (and exchanging spit every now and then), Hazel was trying to break up the fight between Leo and Frank, Jason and Piper were doing exactly what Annabeth and Percy were doing, and Nico was sitting on a chair, his head hanging down so that his dark hair fell over his eyes. He tapped his foot as he stared at the ground.
The room whirred. A robotic voice spoke. Everyone looked up.
"In-ex-ac-tly-10-sec-on-ds-y-ou-wi-ll-ap-pea-r-at-a-sch-ool-fo-r-wiz-ard-s. 10-9-8-7-6-5-"
Everyone panicked. Leo ran up to the top of the Argo II and picked up Festus' head, then he ran down again. "Go on, Robot Dude," he said, grinning.
"3-2-1-" continued the robotic voice. "Zero!"
And they were transported into Hogwarts...in the Marauders' Era.
Sirius' POV
"Shut it, Prongs," I said, elbowing my best friend, James Potter. He's a huge pain in the arse-just letting you know.
"But PADSSSS," he whined. "I see the most beautiful girl in the world!"
"SURE," I said, rolling my eyes. "I think I would have noticed by-oh boy, she's beautiful.
The girl had choppy brown hair. It gave the impression that she had deliberately cut it to make herself uglier-and she had failed dismally (learned that word from Remus...). Strands of her hair were braided. She had brownish green eyes and was holding hands with a blond boy. She wore a snowboarding jacket (I take Muggle studies, okay?).
"Whoa," I said. "What's SHE doing here? Not that I'm complaining or anything..."
"She has a boyfriend, you idiot."
I whipped my head round, only to see a short boy with black hair and pixie ears grinning mischievously at us.
"Blondie?" I asked. "Pft. She can ditch him."
"EXCUSE me?"
Beautiful-Girl had appeared at our side.
"I'm not going to "ditch" Jason for YOU," she said, circling him. "Jason is amazing."
"Whatever," James muttered and turned back to his food.
"What are we doing here?"
Every head whipped around to stare at the blonde girl who had spoken. Friends nudged each other. "Who in Merlin's name is that?" I heard Frank Longbottom mutter to my new object of affection, Marlene McKinnon.
Marlene shrugged.
Dumbles looked up and finally seemed to realise there were unfamiliar people in the hall. He stood up. "Ah, you must be the Seven-and Nico Di Angelo."
Me and James turned to Remus for answers but Remus just shrugged and continued to eat.
"We will Sort you," continued Dumbledore. "And then you will go to your separate houses."
"Chase, Annabeth!" called McGonagall.
The blonde girl walked up to the hat. She had a sort of snobby but wise air to her and she was also quite pretty, depending on how you looked at her.
We waited several minutes before the hat finally yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw house waved her over.
"Di Angelo, Nico!" said Minnie.
The gloomy looking boy walked over to the hat, hands in pockets.
Nico's POV
"I see...I see..." drawled the hat.
I hated that hat.
"You hate me? Really? Well...I think you would make a rather good Slytherin, but at the same time...you're perfect for Hufflepuff. What with-how you express your emotions."
"Shut up," I muttered.
"You can't shut me up...I'm a hat. So...not Ravenclaw, you're not wise at all." The hat sounded smug.
"Shut up!" I yelled. Everyone turned and stared at me.
"Perhaps Gryffindor," continued the hat. "But I don't think so. SLYTHERIN!"
I slunk over to the Slytherin table.
"Hi," I muttered.
"Who are you?" asked a boy with greasy black hair.
"I'm Nico Di Angelo," I said contemptuously. I turned away, but then glanced at Greasy-Hair again. I didn't know why, exactly, but he reminded me of Bianca. Somehow...
"Grace, Jason!"
I saw Jason turn to Piper and grin at her. My heart ached.
Jason walked up to the stool and sat. It was several moments before the hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"
"Jackson, Percy!"
My heart skipped a beat as Percy walked over to the hat. It wasn't a moment before the hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Levesque, Hazel!"
Hazel quickly kissed Frank, waved to me and smiled nervously at Leo before walking up to the hat.
"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat again.
"How come the Gryffindors get so many members this year?" complained a guy at my table. He had blond hair and dark gray eyes. He reminded me of Annabeth.
"No idea," I mumbled, turning away.
"McLean, Piper!" shouted the lady with the Scottish accent.
James' POV
Miss Beautiful walked up to the stool, a nervous look on her face. She bit her lip and shot a smile to the boy she was previously holding hands with.
Piper's POV
I was incredibly nervous. I had to get into Gryffindor. I couldn't NOT be in Gryffindor. If I wasn't in Gryffindor, I'd be separated from Jason. And THAT was messed up.
I swallowed as I climbed onto the tall stool and put on the hat.
Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, I prayed. I was so stupid...I really should have used chamspeak...
"Gryffindor, eh?"
I jumped.
"Sorry if I alarmed you," said the voice. "But I just don't think you're right for Gryffindor. You have TRAITS of a Gryffindor, but you seem the type that would be better in...HUFFLEPUFF!"
Crestfallen, I took off the hat and walked over to the table that was clapping the hardest. I looked around, confused. Nico was sitting there...and I thought Nico had gotten in Slytherin...
"The Hufflepuff table is over there," rectified a boy with brown hair, nodding at a table with a bunch of people wearing yellow. I blushed, and Nico looked sympathetically at me as I walked to the Yellow Clad people.
"Valdez, Leo!"
"Yeah, Leo!" I cheered in my head, like I had for Jason. Leo was like my brother...and like Hazel's, which was beside the point. Right...where were we?
Leo sauntered up to the stool, grinning mischievously, his face alight with happiness.

About a minute later, the house yelled Gryffindor. I saw Jason's face light up. "YES!" Leo yelled, punching the air as he sat next to Jason, who sent me a guilty look.
I sighed.
"Zhang, Frank!" said the stern Scottish lady, sounding bored.
I watched as Frank made his way to the stool and sat.
3rd POV (Frank):
"You're a Hufflepuff at heart," mused the hat. "But where to put you...where to put you...hey...you're the son of...Ares, was it? Marsy?"
"Mars," corrected Frank.
"Well, then, I think Slytherin would be best," said the house. "It would teach you your strengths...Slytherin!"