Hogwarts Exchange Students
Rated T for Teen, for slight cursing
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters here; they belong to J.K. Rowling, Akira Toriyama, Yoshihiro Togashi, Eiichiro Oda or Ken Akamatsu. The world, including names for Quidditch teams and most spells, belong to J. K. Rowling, which I've used for my own convenience, albeit trying to loosely follow the Harry Potter plot. The sorting hat's lyrics are mine own this time.
Chapter 6: New faces revealed!
Harry was now in the Great Hall, excited and expectant like everyone in the room. Three flying ships came to Hogwarts, one looking out of a fairy tale and two out of sci-fi movies. Harry had seen the Thousand Sunny, Luffy's famous ship, land on the lake in front of Hogwarts. He'd seen the red airship turn into a piece of paper as soon as the students boarding it exited it. And most impressive, he'd seen the Capsule College ship turn into a mere capsule, to later be reused. He couldn't wait to see what this amazing group of students would bring to the school.
Nothing in the Great Hall announced the coming of any student beyond the first years. Minerva McGonagall brought in the sorting hat, like every year, and like every year the hat begun its song.
"Come here from near
Come here from far,
In Hogwarts a home you'll find
In one house of four
Will it be Slytherin
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?
In that house you'll find
Some minds alike
In thought or wit or kindness
"You young one now
Away from home,
Despair not for you'll see
The brave of heart
In Gryffindor
In Slytherin the wit
In Ravenclaw those bright of mind
And in Hufflepuff all in between
"I'll tell you now
Which is your house
Your home away from home
So put me on
And clear your heart
Today you I will sort."
Hidden from view, Pan felt a knot in her stomach. The song was right; this wasn't her place. She had no idea why her dad wanted to send her here, its not like she was going to be picked for the tournament anyway. Trunks was stronger. Bra was smarter. She truly didn't have any distinguishing features.
She watched as that old, cat-like teacher called those midgets they called first years, and the tension in her rose. She wasn't much above them, two short years, yet they seemed like so long. Soon, the last one of the first years was called. Her nerves were at their peak. But hearing what she recognized as the Headmaster's voice seemed to calm her down.
"Welcome, students, old and new, to another year at Hogwarts." Dumbledore's voice resounded through all the Great Hall. "As anxious as we might all be to start the feast, I have a few announcements I must make beforehand. As you no doubt noticed, three foreign ships arrived today at school, and on them many wizards your ages, from around the globe.
"We will have students joining us from four different schools of magic throughout the world: Capsule College of Magic from the United States of America, Gol D. Roger's Academy for the Magically Gifted from the island of Puerto Rico, and the Mahora Academy and Reikai Schools, both from Japan. They'll be joining us for the school year, and will be sorted as you were, for we wish to revive a Tournament not held for centuries: The Triwizard Tournament. The name is not completely accurate at this time, but it is the principle of it that matters."
Hermione's eyes glistened at the thought. She was probably the only student in the entire school who knew about the tournament, and its origins between Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. She listened intently, wondering what brought this to happen.
"International magic laws have made communication difficult between our countries, and we are hoping this tournament will change this, and offer us insight into each other's abilities" Dumbledore explained. "A practical event such as this will help us more accurately measure the advantages and disadvantages of each magic style, and allow you to try your luck with abilities quite unlike your own. This is the reason you may not see some familiar faces this year: because we're offering the same opportunities to our fellow schools.
"Joining our faculty from these foreign schools are Piccolo Daimao Jr., your new school doctor" As Dumbledore said this, a sharp-faced man of green skin and a turban stood up, not seeming particularly thrilled to be there. "Shizuru Kuwabara, your new Divination teacher." A young woman with brown hair stood up and sat down quickly, looking quite bored. "And Negi Springfield, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Harry gawked, noticing the young boy, who barely looked ten, that was following Evangeline during the world cup, stood up, looking quite embarrassed.
"As new classes you have the option to take Dark Arts, with Miss Evangeline McDowell." A young woman who looked a lot like the Evangeline he met at the cup, but a decade older, stood up, her nasty little smirk the same. "And Alternative Magic with Brook Rumbar" A very tall skeleton wearing purple robes and a purple top hat on his black Afro stood up tall at 8 feet. "And other new, young professors will be substituting the professors we sent away from the exchange." Many young professors, including Bill, stood up. "So without further ado, let us continue the sorting."
"We will start the sorting with the students of Mahora Academy, from Japan," said Professor Minerva McGonagall. "Mahora is an all-girls school, even though we will include an honorary male student, who was home-schooled." She took out a booklet, and began calling the names in alphabetical order. "Ayase, Yue."
A short, blank-faced young lady came forward. She had pearly-white skin, her eyes and hair both the darkest of purple. McGonagall put the hat on her long, bushy hair, most of it on a loose ponytail on over her back, but two small braids upfront, and it was a while before the Sorting Hat finally declared her house.
"Hufflepuff!"
"Fei, Ku."
A Chinese girl of big, slanted black eyes and dirty blonde hair in messy pigtails came in, her frame quite thin and defined. She was also sorted into Hufflepuff.
"Inugami, Kotarou."
What would be the only boy from the whole academy came in, hands in his pockets and an obvious attitude problem. He glared at professor McGonagall for even suggesting he should take off his black hoodie covering his even darker mid-back length hair.
"Slytherin."
"Kagurasaka, Asuna."
A taller young lady of long, cherry-blonde hair in two very long pigtails, tied with little bells, came in. Her eyes were bi-color: her left eye blue, her right eye green. She walked forward with her head high and sat down briskly.
"Gryffindor!"
"Karakuri, Chachamaru."
Ron now stood at the edge of his seat. He crossed his fingers, hoping his long-time friend would be sorted with him, his brown eyes locking with her green ones. The second their eyes shifted from each other's, the sorting hat separated them.
"Hufflepuff!"
Ron groaned. "Aw, come on!" he said. Hermione, however, seemed quite pleased with the news.
"Konoe, Konoka."
A girl with dark brown eyes and hair reaching mid-back, silk smooth bangs over her forehead came forward.
"Hufflepuff!"
"Miyazaki, Nodoka."
Down the runway came a small girl of dark purple hair covering most of her face in thin bangs. She walked with a slouching posture towards the hat, her eyes gazing everything and everywhere. The hat sorted her on Ravenclaw.
"Nagase, Kaede."
Skipping to the hat was a kitsune-faced young lady of light brown hair and lightly tanned skin. ((A/N: What the Japanese refer to as a Kitsune or fox face is fine features with characteristic narrow, upward-slanted eyes, seemingly closed; it's something like this ˆ-ˆ)). She was quite tall, and quite busty too, and plenty of the boys were staring at her.
"Ravenclaw!"
"Sakurasaki, Setsuna."
A thin, porcelain-skinned, flat-chested young lady came forward, her posture quite warrior-like. She wore her black hair in a high ponytail to the left, and bangs on the right, with a few loose strands of hair on either side.
"Gryffindor!"
"Saotome, Haruna."
The next girl made her way to the sorting hat with an evil grin on her lips as her eyes, slightly hidden by thick-rimmed rectangle-shaped glasses, scanned the boys on the main hall. She had long, bushy hair with two antennae-like bangs and a few loose strands over her forehead. It took quite a while until she was finally sorted into Slytherin.
"Tatsumiya, Mana."
Busty and with wide, motherly hips, the next girl seemed to be quite the tropical beauty. She had somewhat Japanese features, but her skin was naturally tanned, her hair dark brown and with plenty of volume, and her eyes a yellowish brown. She was also sorted into Slytherin.
"I will now call the students of Capsule College, please come forward as I call your name," said Minerva McGonagall, taking out a digitalized scroll. "Briefs, Bra."
Although a few snickers ran across the room as her name was mentioned, they quickly subsided as a young, blue-eyed witch stepped into view. Even though she was a mere thirteen years of age, Bra Briefs had quite the womanly figure, her breasts and hips quite developed for her age. She wore her robes -black, like Hogwarts mandated- above her knee, the movement of her hips emphasized by the moving fabric, and these modifications to the uniform made Minerva McGonagall wrinkle her nose. Her hair was neck-length, electric blue, and silky straight with plenty of volume. Bra Briefs sat down on the sorting stool, and the sorting hat on her hair actually looked quite fashionable.
"Ravenclaw."
Bra took off the hat and directed a smile to professor McGonagall. She made her way over to the Ravenclaw table, crossing her fingers that her big brother might soon join her. It was, after all, the house for those smart.
"Briefs, Trunks."
Everyone who knew anything about Quidditch cheered now, greeting the Quidditch hero into the room. Without his broom, Trunks was actually quite shy, and the slight lowering of his head made his thick lavender bangs cover his eyes. His robes, although almost as long as normal ones, were short-sleeved and the chest area was a bit more open. He sat on the stool, looking quite a bit too big for it.
"Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table went mad with cheers; they were whooping and clapping like maniacs. The boys were ecstatic to have a renowned Quidditch player in their team, the girls happy for the eye-candy joining their house, but it was win-win for all. Trunks took a seat by the back of the house, lowering his head a little for his sister's fierce glare. The hat somehow wasn't convincing him too much.
"Nijam, Uub."
A dark-skinned boy of a black Mohawk and a timid smile stepped forward, his eyes round as he tried to take the whole school in. He was rather skinny, as if underfed, but his muscles were quite defined despite this. His robes were sleeveless, and maybe a bit too short. He sat down and put on the hat, and after a long debate with itself, the hat finally decided to place him in Slytherin.
"Son, Goten."
A young man of dark, messy, long hair stood up, a goofy grin in his face. He fixed his robe, the first proper robe in the group, and sat on the stool and waited for the teacher to put the hat on him. If courage was what it took to be in Gryffindor, he had loads. He was quite ready to share the house with his best friend, when the stupid hat (in Goten's opinion) decided to sort him into Hufflepuff. Sure, he wasn't as brave as his dad, but he was brave! He sat down in the final table, arms crossed and cheeks poufy.
"Son, Pan."
Finally, it was Pan's turn. She was sour-faced to try to hide her nerves, but the silken-haired beauty of black hair and eyes walked proudly to the hat. Her robe's tail was fluttering behind her, long in the back, but short enough in the front so you could see her ankles; her sleeves were short, and she wore a handkerchief on her head. She sat down, the porcelain skin by her ankles even more visible now as she tried to clear her mind to hear the hat sort her. She was surprised, however, when the hat began talking not to the world, but straight into her head.
"Proud young lady, aren't you? Maybe Slytherin?" the hat began, as it analyzed her. "Definitely not a Ravenclaw… Oh, you feel Hufflepuff is your house, because of insecurities? Interesting… But what's this? You have a strong heart young lady, a courageous, headstrong heart underneath it all. I believe you belong in… Gryffindor!"
Her heart leaped. She wasn't about to spend the year listening to her uncle's ramblings, being outdone by Bra or being protected by Uub. She would be with Trunks, her crush since, like, forever! There he was, the first to stand and cheer to greet her into her new house. Maybe Gryffindor would become her new home after all.
A/N: Alright, so maybe not all sorting are the best, but I'm trying to avoid everyone going into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Not easy, I tell you. I warn you, since now, if a character has or had any sort of evil intent in the series, or, like in Uub's case, represents something evil (like Majin Buu), they will be sorted into Slytherin. Don't think this will break off any social groups; a lot of inter-house relationships will be built here. Next up! More sorting! I'll do One piece and YYH in the next batch. Wish me luck and REVIEW please!