I messed up on the first chapter whoops DX

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or their characters/story. If I did I would be in a mansion in Costa Rico. End of story.

PERCY POV

So, after I accidently started laughing, I basically tuned out the rest of the hat's song and the sorting. All I heard was: SLYTHERIN! GRYFFINDOR! RAVENCLAW! HUFFLEPUFF! I mean, seriously, can someone in this weird British world please name something normally?

"Perseus Jackson!" The lady called. I walked up to the frayed hat, thinking: REALLY? Turns out, once I put it on, it started talking to me. Okay, this is probably the point where you are signing me up for a mental hospital, but really. I am serious.

Ah, young demigod. It has been a while since I've seen one of you!

What the-you're a hat? Talking to me?

Yes. Ah, a son of Poseidon, yes? Tricky.

So, that is how the hat sorted me. It made slightly annoying comments at time to time, and once or twice I swear it shuddered. Finally, it called out: "GRYFFINDOR!"

As I got off the stool, and went to the red and gold table, I heard the lady call out: "Nico di Angelo!"

NICO POV

When I heard the old lady call my name, I knew this wasn't going to turn out well. The last thing I saw before the hat dropped over my eyes was the Golden Trio.

Another demigod? The hat sounded surprised.

Yep.

The hat went through my head. I tried not kill the hat for going over Bianca's death

Alright, let's see... "SLYTHERIN, FOR HERITAGE!"

I was about to stand up when it saw Gaea and the Fields. It shrieked and pushed itself of me, and squeaked, "GRYFFINDOR!" Silence. I guess no one had ever had the hat change it's mind before. Or shriek. By the way, if there is anything to get the entire population in a wizarding school staring at you, it's this.

Well, this is awkward, I thought, and walked over to the Gryffindor table.

PERCY POV

Nico plopped down next to me. I nudged him and muttered, "You just had to freak out the hat, too," he cracked a smile, then gave his son-of-Hades-glare at the Golden Trio who were glancing at us from time to time and muttering.

As soon as the food popped in front of us, leaving many of the eleven year olds with open mouths, I nearly took a bite. Well, I did. I spit it out the second it touched my tongue. I had completely forgotten about the sacrifice for the gods. I looked around for a fire. There was none.

I got up and walked to Dumbledore. "Sir, we need a brazier, and, what year are we going into?" I said.

"Fifth year," was the reply, then he waved his wand. Walking back to the table, I saw a brazier had appeared in the middle of the table in front of me and Nico, successfully startling about half the table.

Neville, seeing us, waved to us and smiled. Hermione grabbed his hand and whispered something to him, making him huff and glare. I was this close to seeing if swords worked on bushy haired know it all wizards. Okay, not really, but in the back of my mind I wondered if Nico was going to. He was glaring daggers at Hermione, who glared back, but hers just didn't hold a candle to Hade's or Nico's.

HERMIONE POV

That's it. They had to be Death Eaters. Ron didn't really care, and Harry was hesitant, but I got him slightly convinced when the hat shuddered then shrieked. They must of done something really bad to have the hat do that. Especially the smaller one.

"Should we befriend them?" Ron asked. I hit him on the head for chewing with his mouth full.

"No, Ron. We can't befriends Death Eaters, and besides, they already know we're on to them," I replied. Then I saw something strange. Percy was sending Harry sympathetic looks, and even the smaller one looked slightly guilty.

There weren't really any Death Eaters who would do that. They were just getting stranger and stranger.

I cleared my throat and asked the two, "Who are you're parents?"

"My mother lives in America, and my father drowned. My aunt was the magical one,"

He nudged Nico, who muttered, "My mother and sister are dead, and my father is with them. Me and Percy are cousins, and we have one more cousin, Thalia,"

Percy looked shocked. "Nico, are you blushing?"

"NO!"

Percy started teasing him, while I filed their information away. They probably were lying, as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named only accepted purebloods. But it was strange that er, V-voldemort had recruited them. They were only, what, thirteen and sixteen? Seventeen? Well, Malfoy was only fifteen and he was probably a Death Eater.

"So, what year are you going in?"

"Fifth year,"

"What?" I said. "You both are the wrong age for that!"

They looked uncomfortable. I started asking more questions. They came from a school called Delphimoles, which was in America, and tried to use their form of transportation to come here, but failed and ended up where they were. In the hospital wing, they had just explained their intentions to Dumbledore who accepted them in his school. Apparently, at their school they had a different age acceptance, which was why Percy was going into fifth, and Nico was just extremely advanced. I half wanted to drop the idea of Death Eaters at that.

At one pointed, Nico stopped talking and looked hazy, like he was talking to someone inside his head, or thinking really hard. I figured it was the latter, though I wasn't sure why.

Soon, Nearly Headless Nick came drifting by. I sat up and waved. "Hi, Nick!"

Nick came floating over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Percy stare at the ghost, grimace with the air of someone who wanted to get something over with, and tapped Nico on the shoulder and whispered to him. I was wondering why he was acting so strange when Nico stiffened, turned, and glared at Nick.

Nick gasped and bowed. "Milord," he said. My mouth dropped opened. Nico made a shooing motion with his hand and the ghost zoomed off.

Harry and Ron had noticed. "How in Merlin's pants did you do that?" Ron gasped. With, and you guessed it, his mouth full.

Nico grimaced. "Family trait?"

The food disappeared and Dumbledore stood up. "Now we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of you're attention for the usual start-of-term notices," he said. "First years should know the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds, and our older students should know by know too." I smirked. Dumbledore carried on about staffing and Quidditch, until Umbridge stood up.

"Hem, hem," I was disgusted. She was even worse that Harry made her sound. She clearly didn't know anything about Hogwarts. She made a dainty little speech sugar coating the fact that the Ministry was taking over Hogwarts. The staff looked extremely displeased, Harry and Ron looking more so. Percy looked the same as Harry, but Nico looked alarmed.

When she finished, only a few people clapped, and even then it was only once or twice. The Gryffindors didn't even bother.

As Dumbeldore finished his speech, I remembered we had to lead the first years to the dormitory. I told Ron that.

"Oh, oh yeah-hey! You lot! Midgets!"

"Ron!"

Finally, we had everyone up to the dormitories. Nico and Percy seemed to be going into Harry's dormitory. I sent a silent prayer that they truly weren't Death Eaters before going up to my bed.