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JACKSON POV

Shoot. Yes, that is all I have to say about this situation. Because I'm fairly sure you actually have to put the hat on your head to be sorted.

So now I can probably say this is the most awkward sorting in the history of Hogwarts, I thought as I sat down.

I had actually even hoped I wouldn't be in Slytherin. Judging by what Nico and Percy had told me, Slytherin was evil and Nico was put in it before the hat changed it's mind. Even as I sat down, I was still hoping it would change it's mind and that I'd be put into Ravenclaw or Gryffindor (not that I have anything against Hufflepuff).

Unfortunately for me, the hat didn't say anything as I sat down at the only available seat, across from a pale-blond boy.

He looked like he wanted to tell or ask me something. "I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way. Are...are you a...half blood? Like, er, Nico and Percy?" he whispered.

I could tell he didn't mean the wizard definition. I paused, and muttered, "Yes. Are you?" he looked excited. "Yep. My dad is Mercury, you know, Roman. What's yours?"

"Er...I can't really say. Sorry. "

He looked a bit put out, but shrugged. "If you say so. Anyway, I'll introduce you to the rest of Slytherin after dinner, 'kay?"

"I guess. Oh, and I'm Jackson."

-*TIME SKIP*-

True to his word, Malfoy sat me in one of the chairs in the large common room (which was actually really nice, though I suppose it could've been a bit brighter) and had all the fifth years come over, and some others he was friends with.

"Jackson, this is Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, Montague, Millicent Bulstrode, Crabbe and Goyle, oi! Nott and Parkison, come 'ere!"

This went on for a while, until I finally mastered their names, and most sat near me and Malfoy and worked on homework or talked.

"You sure you can't tell me?" Malfoy asked, leaning in close . "Look, I know what it's like to be judged just because who you're family is. My adopted father is in the Dark Lord's inner circle for goodness sake!"

I hesitated. "I really don't know. You Romans are very judgmental," I said. I had overheard Nico muttering this to Percy the day before.

But Malfoy just smiled. "Good thing I'm not just a Roman then," he gestured around the room.

"Says the one in the house for the cunning and evil!" I snickered. I had barely know Malfoy for two hours, but I already was trusting him like we'd been friends for years.

He looked offended. "I'm hurt. Anyway, you're in it too! Oh, and nice sorting." I huffed. I didn't want him to bring that up. I still had no idea what had happened.

He looked at me curiously. "What happened, anyway?" he said curiously.

I shrugged, and changed the subject. "Why don't you introduce me to some of the odd stuff of your lovely wizarding world?"

He looked excited. He started explaining something called Quin Dittching, talked about these weird beans which had flavors like pepper, mint, and milk, and informed me Hogwarts. Namely, the classes, rules, the people, ghosts, passage ways, and odd facts like they use owls to deliver mail.

Soon, we fell asleep in front of the fire.

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Draco was busy stuffing cereal in his mouth, a fact that I was pretty sure Ceres/Demeter would be proud of.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the Harry glaring at a boy I had eventually identified as Seamus, and Ron and Hermione were glaring at each other.

The first class we had was Potions with the Ravenclaws. When we got there I gave the professor, who's name Malfoy told me was Snape, a cheeky wave. He glared at me and opened his mouth before realizing (A.) Malfoy, his star pupil, friends with me, and (B.) I was in Slytherin.

The class was relatively easy, (we had to make a simple sleeping potion) not counting the time I accidently set fire to a Ravenclaw's robe, who glared at me and muttered some choice words about Slytherins, which was kind of upsetting but I got over it.

After that we had a free period, which I spent annoying Malfoy to no end while he was studying.

I looked at my schedule. We had Care of Magical Creatures. With the Gryffindors. Zeus! I was not ready to see the Golden Trio, with the exception of maybe Ron, though it would be nice to see Percy and Nico, who had been pretty nice to me.

RON POV

I saw Malfoy and his croonies coming up behind me, giving a shout of laughter at a joke that had obviously ben directed at Harry. Ugh, they were such prats. I saw Jackson with them, which was a shame. He had seemed okay so far, except for when he had fought with Harry...which, admittedly, had been one of the only times we'd seen him.

I saw Jackson trying not to laugh, and he caught my eye. 'Sorry,' he mouthed. I nodded at him. I wasn't sure what to think of the odd Slytherin yet, but as sure as anything Harry didn't like him, and Hermione wasn't a huge fan either.

Professor Plank-Something appeared. "Everyone here?" she asked. "Good. Let's go, then. Who can tell me what these are called?"

She gestured to the pile of twigs in front of her. Hermione's hand immediately shot into the air. Behind me, I could see Malfoy doing a buck toothed impression of her. I wasn't on good terms with Hermione, but it was still rather cruel, so I was glad to see Jackson stop him with a light slap on the arm. He whispered in Malfoy's ear, who frowned a bit and nodded.

Just then, Pansy Parkison, I think her name was, shrieked as the twigs shot into the air, revealing themselves to be pixies. "Ooooh!" Parvati and Lavender said.

"Keep your voices down! So, does anyone know the names of these? Ah, Miss Granger?"

"Bowtruckles," Hermione said confidently. "They're tree guardians, and they usually live in wand trees."

"Five points for Gryffindor. Yes, these are bowtruckles."

The rest of the lesson went on, leaving me rather bored. Malfoy occasionally made a comment, which made Jackson glare at the blond and clearly remind him about something. Nico and Percy also went over and hung out with the two Slytherins instead of us, which was kind of hurtful. I mean, jeez.

The class ended with us rolling up our drawn pictures of the bowtruckles, and Harry muttering about stupid Slytherins (specifically Jackson, for some reason I guess he didn't see him stopping Malfoy from making rude comments, and I didn't have the courage to tell him I thought he was okay, and Malfoy) while handling a bleeding thumb he had gotten from squeezing a pixie too hard.

As we tromped over to Herbology, I wondered just what was going on between Jackson and the rest of us, mostly Nico and Percy. They seemed to know each other, along with Malfoy and Neville. It was like some weird triangle. Er, pentagon, I suppose. I was interrupted from my musings by Professor Sprout talking about the importance of O.W.L.s. Great.

PERCY POV

That night, I had a dream. And not a good dream, full of unicorns and rainbows. This was a demigod dream. Did I mention I hate those? Anyway, so as soon as I fell asleep, I found myself in a dark room. Men in masks and cloaks were lined up against the walls of the large room. At the end of the wall, was a throne, in which sat a white-skinned man with no nose.

Voldemort. I wanted to laugh at the name, but the situation was so serious, I couldn't bring myself to, even though I knew no one could see me in a dream. Well, most people anyway.

At the end of the room, a huge iron door flew open. A hooded figure stood there. The figure looked like a woman, and she practically radiated darkness as much as Hades.

Voldemort stood up and bowed. The Death Eaters looked awed, like the Dark Lord they knew would never bow. Then the woman looked up, and her hood fell away. She was beautiful, in a scary way. Her dark hair flew even though there was no wind, and she had eyes that kept changing from golden feline eyes that looked like Nico's. She was deathly pale, and had high cheek bones and looked about twenty, but somehow I knew she was ageless.

"Lady Nyx. Glad you could join us."