Alrighty, I am here with chapter 2! I've been trying to make Nico a bit less OOC…but I've been failing.

I have a lot of ideas for this! This chapter we shall sort Nico

Hey, guess what? YOU JUST LOST THE GAME!

DISCLAIMER: I am not British nor and I a man. Therefore I do not own.

Without further delay, I present chapter 2!

2. Quiet, the hat is talking!

Nico stuck to the very back of the group, his head down, trying to look as short as possible (which was hard, because Nico was pretty tall) and blending in with the long shadows. At least the stupid robes he had to wear were black.

Suddenly, the group came to an abrupt stop. Nico looked up just in time, almost knocking into a particularly large eleven-year-old (who didn't even notice the near collision).

The group was squeezed in an empty hall, but Nico could still see the tips of the huge, beautiful doors that led to Zeus-knows-where.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," The lady up front said. McGonagall "The start-of-term feast will begin soon, be before you may take your seats at a table, you must be sorted into a house…."

Nico tuned out the rest of this, since he had already been given the speech. Before he knew it, the crowd began to move, sweeping him a long with it.

When Nico finally made it into the room, his jaw dropped.

It was absolutely huge, and lit with thousands upon thousands of floating candles. The flickering light illuminated the four long, kid-filled tables set in the hall, the golden plates and goblets glittering. The ceiling was a velvety black, dotted with stars, like the sky. To be honest, the place reminded Nico of a much smaller, less beautiful Olympus.

On the other side of the hall was a long table filled with adults, all facing the four tables. Nico assumed that since this was supposedly a "school", the adults were teachers.

Nico and the first years watched as McGonagall set a crooked, three legged stool in front of them. She then placed a battered, dirty pointed wizard's hat on said stool.

Complete silence.

Right when Nico was starting to get irritated, the hat twitched. A large rip in the hat opened up like a mouth, and the hat began to sing, which only managed to make him even more irritated.

Wait, what?

For a moment, Nico debated on whether he was hearing things or not, but by the look on all the first year's faces, he knew he wasn't the only one who heard it.

He didn't pay much attention to the song, but it was saying something about the four houses.

When the hat finished its incredibly annoying song, the hall burst into applause, before becoming strangely silent again.

So they had to try on a stupid hat. What kind of an initiation was this?

McGonagall took a yellowish scroll from her robes, and began to read off names.

"Abercrombie, Euan." McGonagall called.

A scared looking boy stumbled up to the stool, and put the hat on his head. A few moments later, the hat called, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The table on the far left erupted into applause. Nico stayed alert the whole time they were sorting, dreading what was coming. From what he could gather, the hat read your mind.

There were things in Nico's mind no one needs to see.

'Ambers, Kylee' was made a Hufflepuff, 'Cooper, Romy" was made a Ravenclaw, 'Pein, Jerry' was made a Slytherin, Finally, with 'Zeller, Rose' becoming a Hufflepuff, Nico was the last standing. All eyes in the hall were on Nico, who stood tall, his face passive.

McGonagall seemed to notice him for the first time. She looked at her scroll, then back at him, then at Dumbledore, who stood.

"We have a…last minute addition to our school." He said "He will be in the fifth year, and will only be staying here for this year. His name is Nico di Angelo," the old man turned to Nico. "Go on then."

Nico narrowed his eyes, thinking it over. He took a hesitant step forward.

"Go on, don't be shy." Dumbledore said again.

Nico sighed in frustration and walked to the stool. He placed the hat on his head and closed his eyes, expecting the worst.

"Ah…a sharp one you are." The hat's voice spoke in his mind. "Cunning and brave, and defiantly intelligent. Oh but where to put you? Perhaps I should dig a little deeper, eh?" Nico felt the hat dig deeper into the depths of his mind. Much to Nico's horror, the hat began to talk aloud.

"Oh…oh what's this? Tragedy and blood and suffering! And death! So much death!" The hat cried "Terrible horrors! Secrets! Betrayal! Torture…darkness…and…AHH! NO! GET ME OFF HIM! GET ME OFF!" Nico ripped the hat off his head, his heart pounding. The hat twitched in Nico's hands, and managed to wheeze…..

There you have it! Chapter two! Quite a cliffy, eh? Stay tuned for the next chapter!

Ha ha. Just kidding. I'm not that evil.

The hat twitched in Nico's hands, and managed to wheeze, "S…Slytherin!"

No one cheered. They were all to busy staring at Nico, some in horror and some in fear.

Nico stood up from the stool, his face void of emotion. He was used to stares and whispers.

He calmly took his seat at the Slytherin table. A pale blonde boy eyed him and stuck out his hand with a smirk. "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy." Nico raised an eyebrow, not shaking Draco's hand. Malfoy's smirk fell. He scowled and turned back to the giant beef heads next to him.

Dumbledore stood yet again. "To our newcomers," he said, his arms stretched and a smile on his lips, "welcome! To our old hands – welcome back! There is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Tuck in!"

The was a bit of forced laughter and an outbreak of applause as Dumbledore sat down neatly and threw his beard over shoulder as to keep it out of his way. Food had randomly appeared on the tables, heaping plates of delicious entrées and sides and whatnot. Nico absentmindedly wondered whether the cups worked the same way they did at camp. He tried it (earning some odd looks from people around the table) and decided that they didn't.

Nico heaped his plate with food and looked around. There were no braziers, no fire to burn a portion of his food to the gods. He knew that if he didn't sacrifice something, Zeus would probably blast Nico with his lightning bolt.

He set down his plate, trying to decipher a way to work around this problem. For now, the problem could be avoided by just not eating, but that wasn't long term. He'd starve.

He'd have to talk with Dumbledore…

But how would he ask without giving something away? He could say it was for religious reasons…which wasn't a complete lie….

"You gonna eat, mate?" a voice shook Nico out of his musings. He looked up to see a boy about his age, with blond hair and green eyes much like Percy's.

Nico shrugged indifferently. "Not hungry." At that exact moment, his stomach growled.

Dammit!

The boy smirked. "Right. Go on, eat. It's not like its poison."

"Not a fan of meat and potatoes."

"Oh come on."

"I'm a very picky eater."

The boy held up his hands. "Fine, fine. Starve." He thought for a moment. "You're accent is odd. You're not from England, are you?"

Nico considered lying, or ignore him, but he was sure the boy would just pester him.

Now he really reminded him of Percy.

"No. I'm not. I'm American." The boy looked surprised.

"Really? Didn't think Hogwarts accepted exchange students. What are you? Muggle-born, Pureblood, or half-blood?"

Nico's eyes widened at the last part. Half-bloods? They had demigods here? Or did it mean something different? He went with the safe answer.

"I wouldn't know."

"Why?"

Nico scowled at his plate. Why was he answering this boy's stupid questions anyway?

"What is this, twenty questions?" he hissed angrily, glaring sharply. The boy looked taken aback.

"Sorry, mate." There was an awkward silence. "Um…My name's James Abrams. And you're Nico di Angelo, right? Cool last name. Is it Italian?"

Again with the freaking questions!

"Yes." Nico said, sounding quite monotone.

"Cool…"

Silence.

YAY! Well, Nico's made a new friend! Good for him! I tried to make him a bit less OOC but I understand I kinds failed.

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Well, tata for now!