A/N:I got this idea in the middle of PE, and it's been bouncing around in my head since. Basically, what if Nico Di Angelo was being sorted at Hogwarts, and the sorting hat refused to sort him? Enjoy!
Nico was walking down to where the stern looking lady was holding a hat, and boy was he pissed. How dare his father offer his services to Hecate to watch over her favorite wizard, no matter how brief the "mission" was supposed to be. Now he was stuck, in a school of all places, everyone was looking at him, and a talking hat was going to look through his memories. Sounds like fun. Anyway, Nico finally made it all the way to the platform/stage/ whatever the heck it was, sat on the dumb stool, and had the hat plopped on this head. The dumb thing, of course, immediately began a telepathic conversation. "Hmmm, this one's interesting. There's not enough information to make a decision in the surface thoughts, is there? I'll have to take a look at your memories." "Um, you really don't want to d-" he interrupted me. "Nonsense! It won't bother you a bit, and will only take a moment. Now then...Hmmm...ah, you poor dear, it's a shame your mother died...Oh what's this! Headmaster, HEADMASTER!" Nico suddenly realized the hat was no longer speaking inside his head, but that the whole hall could now hear what the hat was saying. "I cannot possibly sort him. Absolutely not!" "Why my good hat, what makes you say that?" The hat's next words freezes all the blood in my body. "Why not? Why not! Because headmaster, he cannot possibly be a student here. He's in his 80s!"
Let your imagination run wild from this point. Go, go little plot bunnies! Be free, and tell your owners to RnR!