Demigods at Hogwarts (A Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover)

5. Why is the Talking Hat so Biased?

- Hermione POV -

"Are you made of bravery? Do you have the guts?

Gryffindor is the house for all who are not total butts!

They saved us once and they'll do it again,

We hope to welcome you to the house of heroes then!"

"Are you smart, do you read books?

Do you get called "nerd" and receive strange looks?

Off to Eaglepaw with you...or was it Owltail?

Oh right...Ravenclaw! You probably won't fail!"

"Are you happy, happy or perhaps simply happy?

Hufflepuffs are so joyful they are downright sappy!

You'll hug, dance, and smell flowers together!

You don't have to be brave or smart, just kind forever!"

"If Slytherin is your house, boo you!

You better not be in league with You-Know-Who!

You slimy snakes don't have what it takes,

Hogwarts would be a better place, without you nasty, evil mistakes!"

There was a suspenseful pause after the sorting hat had finished it's song. My mouth was hanging wide open. I was already fuming from Harry's arrogance and tall tales about Dumbledore somehow being alive, and the crazy sorting song practically pushed me over the edge.

Luckily, Professor McGonagall recovered from her shock and stood up before I could lose my sanity.

"My formal apologies students! The sorting hat seems to be defective after being set on fire during the war last year. Allow me summarize. There are four Hogwarts houses, which you will have classes and share dorms with. Have no fear students, the sorting hat went heavily off stereotypes, and each house is unique and important. If you are daring and brave, you will be selected for Gryffindor. If you are creative and wise, you will be selected for Ravenclaw. If you are loyal and honest, you will be selected for Hufflepuff. And if you are ambitious and cunning, you will be selected for Slytherin. Now let the sorting begin!

I glanced quickly at the first years. The 11 year olds looked shaken up by the hat's song, and were all now praying to be sorted into Gryffindor. The transfer students, on the other hand, were highly unimpressed and seemed to be bored by professor McGonagall's speech. Were they ADHD or something?

There was definitely something special about them. I studied them throughout the whole sorting. They didn't look like much more than your average teenager, but there was a look in their eyes that said otherwise, like how Harry looked after Sirius died, but more intense. And I have to admit, Percy was kind of handsome. But he was clearly together with the blonde and I could clearly see it was a bond I wouldn't be breaking anytime soon. Harry and Ron, on the other hand, seemed to have different ideas.

"That girl with the multicolored eyes is so hot! Do you think she's up for the taking?" Ron muttered. I was slightly offended, we had only just broken up, and girls aren't just "up for the taking"!

"I don't know about you but I'm going for the blonde." Harry said, determined. "And the look on her face will be priceless when she realizes that I'm the one who's asking her out!" Harry whispered back dreamily. I slammed my head against the table. Harry can be so much like his hotheaded father sometimes!

"I thought you said the lot of them were Death Eaters!" I muttered back, annoyed.

"Oh they probably all are, except the blonde. I hope she gets sorted into Gryffindor!"

I slammed my head on the table again, and decided to let the matter rest. Besides, the first transfer student was about to be sorted.

"Annabeth Chase!"

The whole school slowly stopped muttering to watch as the blonde, Annabeth, confidently walked up to the sorting hat. She placed it on her head, and there was a pin drop silence. Even the teachers were watching curiously. All of a sudden, the hat started screaming.

"AAAAAARGH THE MEMORIES!! THE PAIN!! AN UNDENIABLY BRAVE SOUL!! GRYFFINDO- wait. No...hmm. You are an interesting one. You may choose between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Really? Alright alright...if you insist. Well then it will be...RAVENCLAW!"

There was a smattering of applause, and Annabeth walked relieved towards the Ravenclaw table, who welcomed her with open arms. The hat had never reacted like that to anyone else. She seemed really interesting, I would like to get to know her!

"Frank Zhang!" The hat called.

It was a tall, strong boy with a strange babyish face who walked to the front and put the hat on it's head. The hat performed a similar dance of terror the second it touched his head.

"NOOOOO! THE HEARTBREAK AND PAIN!!! I CAN'T BEAR IT!! SUCH A KIND YET BRAVE SOUL PUT THROUGH SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS!! Choose!! Gryffindor or Hufflepuff! Well if you are sure...HUFFLEPUFF!"

A girl named Hazel Levesque got sorted into Gryffindor, Jason Grace got sorted into Hufflepuff, and Leo Valdez got sorted into Ravenclaw, surprisingly.

When Nico Di Angelo was called up, the hat visibly paled and started crying, but ended up sorting him into Slytherin.

"Ha! What did I tell you, he IS a death eater!" Harry whispered proudly to me.

"Get it through your thick skull that just because someone is a Sly, it doesn't mean they are a death eater!!!"

A pretty girl with multicolored eyes named Piper McLean got sorted into Slytherin, and Thalia (She cut the hat off when it tried to say her last name) got sorted into Gryffindor. She wrinkled her nose at Harry and went to sit as far away from him as possible with Hazel Levesque. Way to go Chosen One...

After Will Solace got sorted into Hufflepuff, It was time for the sorting everyone was waiting for...

"Perseus Jackson!"

He walked up to the hat, and the second he touched the old thing, it started wailing and ripped a hole in itself.

"I- I beg you! Send no more! This is the bravest one of them all! He has accomplished and seen more than even our beloved Harry... Potter! (INSERT DRAMATIC GASP) Gry...ffi...ndor! Gryffindor! GRYFFINDOR! Have mercy!....Be Gone!"

Percy took the hat off, looking concerned for the crying mess that was once a respected hat.

"Um...should I...ok then..." Percy left the hat to its misery and awkwardly shuffled off towards our table.

After everyone had settled in, McGonagall had the final words.

"Let the feast beg-!"

All of a sudden, there was a big bang, as fireworks went off. The sorting hat began to stutter out verses, and everything was covered in a cloud of purple smoke.

"We mourned the death of our headmaster,

Who left us in the middle of a disaster.

But like a phoenix, he rises from the ashes,

From his crooked nose to his moon-shaped glasses,

Could the very same Dumbledore be back?

We must hope so, for soon Hogwarts will be under attack!"

Peace out! :)

💙, Aqua