A friend on Tumblr said she wanted to write a Solangelo Hogwarts AU. Therefore I couldn't stop thinking about Solangelo in Hogwarts, and I ended up writing the first chapter.

Three years before: The Sorting

Nico wanted to cry when he was put in Hufflepuff.

It just wasn't fair. He was already different from the rest of his family and the one thing he had been hoping on to show he truly belonged was ending up in Gryffindor like everyone else.

Both of his sisters were in Gryffindor, Hazel was a second year when he was getting sorted and Bianca was in fifth year. Ever since Bianca had gone to Hogwarts the two of them had been crossing their fingers and hoping beyond hope that they would follow in their sister's footsteps and be draped in gold and red for their school career.

When Hazel had been sorted, Nico was sure he would end up in the same house. After all, Hazel was adopted, and if she could take after the family without even being blood related surely he could as well. He hadn't let himself hope and daydream though, just in case he was disappointed, but still, a small part of him was certain he would end up where he wanted.

Both his sisters were smiling widely at him when it was his turn to try on the hat. He was small-even for a first year-small and pale with slightly curled black as night hair and big brown eyes that glimmered like a rivers surface. The hat's rim went right over his eyes and he stared at the hats insides for a solid five minutes. The hat was quiet to everyone but him, only he knew the hats frantic whispers in his ears, trying to decide. He was quickly labeled as difficult, but after that he just heard a mesh of murmurs and the occasional house name before it was howling out its answer.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Nico heard two gasps-which he knew belonged to his sisters-before the hat was lifted and the Hufflepuff table began to clap for him. He did not freeze in his chair, but got up quickly and went to the table, wanting attention off of him, wanting everyone to forget that he had been put in the house everyone made fun of for being lame.

He sat there, kept his head down, and did not eat a morsel of what should have been his first meal at Hogwarts. He hadn't eaten breakfast because he was too excited and had only ate a pumpkin pasty because Bianca had told him he would be sick at the sorting if he didn't.

During the meal, two little tears had escaped his down casted eyes; none of the other kids around him seemed to notice. This was the Hufflepuff table after all, if they saw one of their own crying they would do something, they were loyal and kind like that, but they were all too excited to be there to pay him any mind at the moment.

When the feast was done and the Headmistress made her speech, Nico followed the Hufflepuff prefects to their common room. It was near the kitchens, threw a moving portrait of a large badger. The common room was big and very cozy looking, with a lot of yellow hangings and big fat armchairs and couches that were stripped with the house colors. There was a bookcase and a big fire place, adding to the nice, comforting feeling.

Nico found himself relaxing when he entered the room, he felt….at home. More at home then he had ever felt in his life. He wanted to curl up in one of the armchairs and take a little nap by the fireplace. He did not fear being hurt or bullied here like he had been in the past. This was the place he could always be safe, and always be comfortable.

There were underground tunnels that led to the dormitories, the doors were perfectly round like a barrel tops and opened up to an equally round dorm room with big beds that were dressed in yellow blankets and sheets and pillows. The four-posters were black as was the headboard and one of the smaller square throw pillows that rested on the bigger yellow ones.

The prefect the had brought them down there went to his own dorm and Nico sat in silence for a moment with the three other boys that he would be sharing his room with for the rest of his school days.

"Wow," one of them said finally. He was almost as short and thin as Nico was, with big sapphire blue eyes and a head of lovely dark brown curls, he had a splatter of freckles across his cheeks, just like Bianca did. "Look at this place-it's awesome." He looked at them. "I'm Cecil, by the way! Cecil Prescott!"

The other boys introduced themselves as Malcolm and Dakota, Nico muttered his name and by Cecil's excitable nod he guessed they had heard him.

Nico inspected the other two boys. Malcolm was the size of an average eleven year old with softly curled light blond hair and dark gray eyes; he was looking around the room a little quickly, like he wasn't sure why he was there. Dakota was tall and broader than the rest of them; he had a red mark around his mouth from drinking a lot of strawberry juice and messy black hair.

Dakota was the first to choose a bed; he went to the first one by the door on the left side of the room and threw himself right down, resting his face in the sheets, a moment later he was snoring softly. Cecil laughed in delight at his sleeping form and skipped off to pick out his own bed.

Malcolm gave him a stiff nod which Nico returned. The blond boy took the bed closest to the door on the right side, which left Nico with the last one. Cecil had taken the bed next to Dakota's so Nico took the one that was between him and Malcolm.

A few moments later he sat in his big bed, which was extremely comfortable, and looked around at the room and his roommates. This was his home now-this was where he belonged. And for whatever reason, looking at it all now, he was okay with that.

…

Until, of course, the next day and he saw his sisters happily chatting away at the Gryffindor table. They sat with their friends and each other at the same time.

The knob of depression that had settled in his stomach last night now made itself known once again. Neither of them noticed when he entered with his dorm mates and when he carefully snuck to his house table. At least he was not alone in feeling like he was put in the wrong house.

"How can I be in Hufflepuff?" Malcolm nearly whimpered for the fifth time that morning. "I'm smarter than my sister-and she's older and in Ravenclaw! I was supposed to be in Ravenclaw too! What happened, what went wrong, was I not thinking intelligent enough thoughts when the hat was sorting me?"

Cecil smiled at the blond brightly. "Your way too nice to be in Ravenclaw, Malcolm."

"Nice? Nice? I don't care about-"Malcolm trailed off, biting his lip, because apparently he cared very much about being a nice person. Nico had to say he agreed with Cecil-Ravenclaw's could certainly be nice, just like Gryffindor's could be smart, but the wise house was also known for their sneaky thinking and occasionally being a tad stuck up. Malcolm was not sneaky, Malcolm was stuck up, Nico knew that much about him, he was quiet for the most part and pretty nice when he wasn't all panicky. The comment about being smarter than his sister was a sibling jibe and did not count to true character in Nico's opinion because everyone did it.

"You belong were you belong." Nico told the blond softly, not wanting him to feel distressed.

Malcolm's eyes had turned a little watery, but he stopped talking and nodded his head sharply.

Cecil grinned and looked at Nico. "The little badger speaks!"

"I've spoken before now." Nico mumbled shyly.

Dakota grumbled and looked at Cecil, "Leave him be."

"I wasn't making fun of him!" Cecil insisted, and somehow Nico knew he really wasn't.

Nico somehow managed to escape the Great Hall without his sisters approaching him. He had his first class to get too after all-Potions. Dakota and Malcolm were walking a little ahead, the broader boy trying to comfort the still disappointed blond.

Cecil was skipping at his side. Somewhere along their trip, he had grabbed Nico by the arm, let out a shout of excitement and said, "Nico, you and I are going to be the best of friends!"

"Okay." He had said.

"And we're gonna have the best times of our lives here!"

"Okay." he had repeated.

He wasn't aware of just how true that statement was at the time.