Hogwarts Heroes
Chapter 1
The Great Sorting Debacle
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The first years filed into the Great Hall, but at the end there were eleven people who were most definitely not first years. The youngest appeared to be twelve and the oldest was seventeen. All of them seemed to glow with power. One girl, with spiky short dark hair actually did glow faintly silver.
After the song (which made the strange people jump), and the sorting, Dumbledore introduced the newcomers.
"Ah, what an excellent Sorting!" he said. "However, before we start our wonderful feast, we have a few new students, transfers from a small American camp for Wizards. Their director, a Mr Chiron Brunner, has specified that they are all in fifth year despite their different ages." Here he paused, and Fred Weasley took the opportunity to call out.
"WHY?" he asked, and the question was taken up by many of the students. Dumbledore held his hands up for silence.
"The reason is that the camp they are from accepts wizards from all ages and teaches them from their arrival, whether they arrived at age seven, or age fifteen. These ten students have all been taught to their fifth year, and will now be joining us while their school recovers from a disaster. Namely, an overpowered spell gone wrong." One of the older Americans, a tall blonde boy, nudged the boy beside him, a curly-haired Latino, and whispered something, making the Latino boy turn bright red. "They will now be Sorted."
Dumbledore pulled out a scroll and handed it to Professor McGonagall. She opened her mouth to call the first name, stopped, then closed it again. She turned to Dumbledore, showing him the scroll and speaking quietly.
"I can't read it. It's in a different language Albus." The students in the Great Hall shifted and murmured to each other. One of the Americans, a pretty blonde girl, walked up to the front and joined in the conversation.
"What's wrong? Oh Chiron! It's Greek. He wrote it in Greek. Yes, he does that sometimes. So, what now?" Dumbledore called for silence.
"Since we have a slight problem with the scroll," he was interrupted by Annabeth muttering loudly.
"It was is Greek! He wrote it in Greek. Stupid…" she devolved into Greek curses as everyone else in the Hall stared. Dumbledore stared, then shook his head and continued.
"A slight problem with the scroll, the Americans will come up, state their name and Professor McGonagall will put the Hat on their head. Now, who's first?"
The demigods shifted nervously, and pushed Percy to the front.
"Really?" he asked them, but Piper just pushed him out. Percy shrugged. He walked up to the stool, said "Percy Jackson" and sat down. Professor McGonagall put the Hat on his head, and Percy stared out at the Hall, his sea-green eyes swirling with apprehension.
Hello Percy Jackson. This is new. I haven't Sorted a demigod in ages. Percy started at the voice, then frowned. Can, can you hear me? Percy thought. The Hat seemed to be happy, or at least, the part of it that was in his mind was happy. That's the fastest anyone's been in ages! So, lets see where you could go, shall we? I just need to take a peek at your memories… No! Percy thought, terrified, but it was too late. On his head, the Hat began to tremble slightly, then shake. A single tear ran down Percy's cheek as the Hat went through his time at camp and in Tartarus, every monster, every death. Then the Hat's mouth split open. Hundreds of students leaned forwards, waiting for the word, but instead of a word, they got a scream, a long scream of pain and horror and fear. Percy reached up and ripped the Hat off his head, the scream getting higher as the Hat was thrown to the floor. Percy growled and went to his friends, glaring at the tattered and screaming headpiece.
"Memories," Percy said, face blank and expressionless. "The dam thing looked through my memories. Of camp, the labyrinth, the first war, the giant war … that place. Gods, I hate it!" he cried, his words louder than the still-shrieking hat. "Oh, just SHUT UP!" Percy yelled at the Hat, retreating behind the wall of his friends. Annabeth wormed between Nico and Will to hug him tightly. The Hat fell silent, and it was then that they noticed that the Hall had gone completely and eerily silent.
No-one moved, not the students, not the Professors, not even the ghosts. The demigods stood in a line. Percy pushed his way through, scowling.
"Headmaster, I request that we aren't sorted," Percy said, not even trying to put any respect into his voice. Dumbledore seemed taken aback.
"But, you must be sorted, it's tradition!" Dumbledore exclaimed. Percy glared at him and took a step back, allowing Annabeth to take his place.
"Excuse me Headmaster, but Percy, Nico and I have gone through hell, literal HELL, as well as two wars. Everyone else has been through at least, at least one war. People have died, Headmaster, and your Hat, your Hat makes us relive every moment, every betrayal, every loss, every death! So excuse me Headmaster, but none of us are going to put on your Hat."
The Hall was silent. Dumbledore sat, mouth open, gaping like a fish.
"What do you mean death?" Harry Potter asked loudly. His friends agreed, calling out their own queries.
"Whaddya mean war?" Ron called.
"Hell? What are you talking about?" Hermione asked.
Suddenly there was a blinding light in the centre of the Hall, and when it faded, fourteen new figures stood before the assembled wizards and wizards-in-training.
"They mean Hell. Hell, Tartarus, the pit, whatever you call it, it's still Hell," a tall, pale man in dark robes said, his eyes lingering on Nico.
"What are you guys doing here? This is our quest, you aren't supposed to interfere, it goes against the Ancient Laws!" Thalia said, glancing at the others like can you believe these guys? A girl with long auburn hair and a silver bow, Artemis, moved forwards. Thalia knelt, tilting her head back to look at the Huntress. "My Lady," she said softly, reverently.
"Thalia Grace. Lieutenant of the Hunt," Artemis replied absently, running her fingers across her bowstring. "We may interfere because this isn't a normal quest. As you may know, Hecate's pet world is in danger, and we called you here to fix it. However, you are our chosen ones if you will, our heroes. We may interfere if there is great danger to our heroes, or it directly involves our domain, or if the quest is in great jeopardy." Annabeth tilted her head, considering.
"But why are all of you here? I know we are your heroes, but none of us speak for Hera or Demeter. I know it involves Hecate, it is her world, and Hades because of that Death Flight or something, but why are all of you here?" Annabeth asked, glaring at Hera with iron-grey eyes.
"You are wrong on one count, dear," Demeter said, eyes crinkling with a secret smile. "I have chosen Calypso to be my hero on this occasion. As for my sister Hera," she paused, frowning slightly, "I have no idea. But we are here to help." At this Percy stepped forwards, frowning.
"No offence, but you just sort of blew our cover." Hera laughed lightly, the first sound from the marriage goddess.
"The cover was already blown." Hera said, amused.
"We are here to fix the damage," Hecate added, coal black eyes peering around the room.
"And also to warn you," Zeus boomed. The demigods stared at him.
"Warn us?" Piper asked, slightly wary.
"Yes, daughter. Warn you," Aphrodite replied. "And might I just add, you look lovely today, my dear." Piper sighed.
"Thanks," she muttered, smoothing her hands over her turquoise dress.
"Back on topic, the warning," Hephaestus chided. Aphrodite edged ever so slightly away from him.
"Yes, the warning!" Ares grinned, a manic look in his eyes.
"The warning brother," Artemis said, nudging Apollo who stood at her side.
"Oh, the warning. That. Ah. I remember now.
World join and war avert,
Make peace and join forces or die,
Please, please be careful.
That warning," Apollo said, eyeing Will, who stood beside Nico.
"Basically, join forces against the threat, or get killed," Percy summed up.
"That's about it," Poseidon said, nodding at his son. "Hecate?" The goddess of the Mist nodded and the wizards' expressions went blank.
"They remember up to the putting the Hat on Percy, no more. And apparently you have all been sorted." Hecate indicated the crests on the robes they had worn over their usual clothes. "You should probably sit at your tables, too."
With that, the gods left, leaving behind eleven confused demigods.
Percy, Will, Frank and Hazel sat down in Hufflepuff, Leo, Calypso and Annabeth in Ravenclaw, Jason, Thalia and Piper in Gryffindor and Nico in Slytherin.
"Well," Piper said. "That happened."
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First in a series of one-shots based on HoO characters in Hogwarts.
Be prepared for craziness, insanity, laughs and over-the-top-ness.