The 100 go to Hogwarts!
Author's notes: I really (really!) love the 100 and you can't tell me that Bellamy isn't falling for Clarke.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the 100, but I don't.
Chapter one:
Clarke's POV:
The train ride was long and lonely, Wells and I aren't talking and I don't have any other friends. Pure bloods aren't exactly popular right now and my pure blood, descendent of Gryffindor status has me at the bottom of the food chain. Hogwarts was attacked by a group of pure blood extremists, the attack killed thirty students, two staff members, and left the school closed for five years. While the school has been closed I have been attending ARK school for Wizardry.
Now it's reopened and everyone is flocking back, five years of students that have to be sorted and shown around the school.
Now I am lined up with what feel like million people, waiting to be sorted.
"Ok" head of Gryffindor house, Abby Griffin calls "I need all fifth years to move to the front"
All the fifteen year olds push to the front of the hall, preparing to be sorted. They file out into the grand hall where they will be sorted and then sit at their designated table.
A fifth year boy with a, possibly third year, girl clutching his hand pushes past me on his way to the front. The boy looks anxious, I can't imagine that he is that worries about being sorted. He releases the girl's hand and I watch as she shuffles herself into a corner, frightened and alone.
As the fifth years leave I find my self pushing through the crowd to reach the girl. When I reach her I offer my hand.
"Hi my name is Clarke, what's yours?"
She smiles and takes my hand "Octavia"
Bellamy's POV:
I had to leave O alone in that hall.
A woman named Abby Griffin leads us past four long tables with absolutely no students at them.
"Welcome students" headmaster Jaha stands on a stage at the end of the room "as you can see you are the eldest students here, we hope that you will strive to be good examples for the younger students and focus on getting good grades"
A few kids laugh, including a guy next to me. I don't.
Griffin moves to stand next to a stool "each of you will come up when I call your name, you will sit and I will set the sorting hat on your head and it will decide which house you belong in" she looks to her list and everyone gets silent.
"John Murphy"
A guy with longish dark hair moves to the stool and sits.
"Slytherin!" The hat yells.
(Yes the hat!)
"Bellamy Blake"
I push through the crowd and sit on the stool. The second the hat touches my head, I hear a voice.
"Well, well, Bellamy Blake, you are loyal, and brave, and you would do anything for your sister. You don't seem overly selfish or amazingly intelligent... You are a..."
"Gryffindor!" The hat screams aloud.
I march over to the Gryffindor table. Now all I have to do is wait for Octavia to be sorted into Gryffindor.
Clarke's POV:
Mom calls for the forth years and I pull Octavia along with me. I lead the march to the end of the great hall. We pass the ten guys that were sorted into Gryffindor and the boy from earlier, Octavia's brother, waves. Octavia waves back and smiles happily.
My mom stands next to the sorting hat and winks at me.
"You will come sit on the stool when I call your name, I will place the sorting hat on your head and it will sort you into your correct house. Any questions?"
No one raises their hand.
"Ok then, Octavia Blake"
Octavia smiles nervously and squeezes my hand.
"You've got this. First kid in our year to be sorted" I encourage.
Octavia's smile widens and she jogs up to the stool. She sits down, the hat is lowered onto her head, and silence.
Sometimes it takes a little bit to be sorted, but after four minutes, even my mom is worried. Her brother moves to the bottom of then steps, he starts to climb the stairs but I grab his arm.
"No. Octavia is ok" I promise.
He looks between me and his sister before backing off and standing to the side.
More silence.
"Slytherin!" The hat announces.
Mom removes the hat and Octavia smiles apologetically to her brother. He is a Gryffindor and she is a Slytherin, this could get bad.
Bellamy POV:
O scurries over to the Slytherin table, I won't be able to watch out for her in there. I heard the Slytherin were the worst of the worst.
"Clarke Griffin" Abby Griffin calls proudly.
So the head of house has a daughter, probably some spoiled brat girl who couldn't possibly be sorted in to-
The girl that befriended O and stopped me from marching up on stage is the one to climb the stairs. Her face is calm and determined, she has a goal and plans to achieve it.
The head of house places the hat on her head like a tiara on a Princess. The girl looks like Princess on her throne, ready to condemn us all.
"Gryffindor!" The hat shouts.
She is a Gryffindor? I have to live with her? I slump in my seat as she comes to sit next to me. The others congratulations her and clap her on the back. I glare at the table and try to decide how I am gonna take care of O.
Clarke's POV:
The brother doesn't seem to like me, but he'll get over it.
My attention is drawn back to the stage as mom announces the next sortee.
"Wells Jaha"
Wells climbs the stairs proudly, his head held high. I clench my fists and pray he is sorted into any house other than this one, I cannot deal with him.
"Gryffindor!" Cries the traitorous hat.
My head drops to the table with a chunk. I feel Octavia's eyes on my from across the room and I lift my head to smile at her.
Octavia glares at Wells as he claims the seat next to me and then gives me an encouraging smile. I know I need to find her afterwards and talk to her, or else our friendship is doomed.
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