Death of a hero, born as another

Percy Jackson AND Harry Potter crossover book/chapter 7: sorting and a few minor matters(not including going to common room.)

On a stool sat a large, patched hat. It was brown in color, looking ordinary—at least, until it began to sing and talk.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The hall erupted into laughter at the end of the Sorting Hat's song, students grinning and applauding in amusement.

"Abott, Hannah!" a stern-eyed professor called. A small, shy girl with brown hair, black eyes, and freckles hesitantly shuffled forward. She sat down and placed the hat on her head. After a few moments, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

The Hufflepuff table cheered as Hannah shakily walked toward them, feeling a rush of relief.

"Flinch-Fletchly, Justin!" The same professor called, and the sorting continued as expected. Justin became the first Ravenclaw, Blaise Zabini the first Slytherin, and Lavender the first Gryffindor.

Soon, it was time for Percy.

"Potter, Harry!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, and the room fell silent. Then, whispers erupted. "Potter?" "THE Harry Potter?"

Percy felt a hundred pairs of eyes on him, their whispers buzzing like a hissing fire around him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

"Well, well, well… looks like we've got another demigod wizard here, and a student of the goddess of magic, Hecate, astonishingly," the Sorting Hat's voice echoed in Percy's mind. "I thought she swore never to teach magic again? That is interesting, anyways. Where should I put you? In Gryffindor with the brave and daring, in Hufflepuff where the just and loyal reside? In Ravenclaw with the smart and intelligent? Or in Slytherin with the ambitious and cunning?"

Percy had expected this. Hecate had warned him about it.

"In Gryffindor, with my girlfriend Annabeth and my friends, please," Percy thought desperately.

"In Gryffindor, eh? You would do well in Slytherin... But, since you're so stubborn, better be... GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat announced, and a wave of relief washed over Percy. He placed the hat back on the stool and walked shakily toward the table covered in red and gold. The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, and two red-haired twins in particular were chanting, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

The teachers exchanged surprised glances. It wasn't every day that students showed such enthusiasm for a new housemate.

After all the first-years were sorted, Dumbledore stood up and waved his hand, silencing the crowd.

"Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment!" With that, he sat back down.

Percy turned to Ron, bewildered. "Is he nuts?"

Ron stared at Dumbledore in awe. "You can't call him that, Percy. He's brilliant! Just... a little eccentric," he muttered.

Shaking his head, Percy moved toward the end of the table, where the Weasley twins waved him over.

"Hey, guys!" Percy greeted them, walking toward their boisterous corner.

"Hey, Harry!" they chorused. "We thought you'd come ask us a question, seeing as you looked confused before you turned to ickle Ronniekins for answers."

Percy grinned but then raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, is Dumbledore mad? Because he seems a bit... off."

The twins laughed in unison. "Mad? He's the greatest and wisest wizard in Britain! But yeah, I guess you could say he's a little mad," they said before pausing suddenly. The room went quiet, and Dumbledore stood again.

He addressed the students with his usual air of politeness. "Welcome to Hogwarts! Or, to the older students, welcome back! Now, before I dismiss you, I have a few reminders. Firstly, there's a notice from Argus Filch, the caretaker. A list of banned items from Zonko's Joke Shop is hanging by his office door. Any student who wants to see it can read the full, mile-long list there."

He paused and took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Secondly, I must inform you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

The room went dead silent.

"Thirdly, as some of our older students know, the Forbidden Forest is strictly off-limits to all students as it is very dangerous."

Dumbledore gave a quick nod. "Finally, I must remind you that first-years are not allowed broomsticks. That is all. Thank you." He smiled warmly, sat back down, and the buzz of conversation returned to the hall.

Percy, scanning his timetable, groaned. "What?! We have Potions with Professor Snape first period? Blimey! We're really unlucky. They say he favors the Slytherins and hates Gryffindors the most!"

Ron was about to launch into a full rant when Annabeth, sitting next to him, hushed him gently.

"Hush, Ron. We need time to let all this sink in," Annabeth scolded softly. A few students around them nodded in agreement.

Ron flushed red, embarrassed. "Sorry, guys…" he muttered, looking at the floor.

"It's okay, Ron. We all make mistakes," Percy reassured, giving his friend a pat on the back. Just then, Percy Weasley, the Gryffindor prefect, stood up and hollered, "First-years! Line up in a single file and follow me back to our common room!"

The first-years quickly stood and formed a line behind him, their chatter dying down as they made their way out of the hall.

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Im sorry i took a long time to make this but it was because I had too many things to do. (My classmates would disagree) I originally planned to make a story a week or a day but then again, Writer's block. anyways i will post less frequently and wouldn't post at all from 10th-13th March because of school camp. Once again, sorry for the long wait and wishing you guys a happy year ahead. :)

Yours, BlossomAftonJackson...