Dead Man's Revelation (Harry Potter & Percy Jackson Crossover)

THE SORTING

Hundreds of heads from the four tables that sat side by side in the hall swiveled towards the mahogany, double doors as they swung forward and two figures strolled in.

The elder one was a familiar sight to them. The Headmistress was walking forward with a strong air of sternness, completely ignoring all the stares of the students. But the stares weren't targeted towards her at all. No. It was pointed to the tall, pale boy strolling him beside him with an intriguing look on his face as he glanced around, completely acting oblivious to the stares.

Murmurs were starting to arise around the room.

A good number of the girls were talking excitedly amongst themselves. In the Gryffindor table, the famous pranking duo gave up three Galleons each with a glare at the familiar dark-haired gril who was triumphantly grinning. The boys talked angrily, glaring at him. The rest took in the aura of darkness and fear he emitted (though it was slightly dimmed now).

Nico ignored them all. He was to busy taking notes of every little nook and cranny of the hall. Being a demigod, one learns to be paranoid. Environment could be a demigod's biggest enemy if he doesn't know how to utilize it.

Four long tables that stretched from the very front to the end stood side by side filled with students with the same identical black robes as his except with a badge, depending on the house. Above his head, lit candles floated as if tied to the ceiling by some invisible string. But where the ceiling is...where the ceiling should be, was a full canvas of the night sky complete with the swirling Milky Way.

Nico liked stargazing, contrary to what others might say. The only thing that kept him from doing it was the fact that his beloved Uncle (sarcasm needed here), ruled the skies and could have a whole lot of opportunity to blast him from the face of the earth whenever he felt like it.

Nico preferred not to take his chances. The ceiling-sky was slightly unnerving him.

Still...

He stopped at the edge of the stage, directly in the middle of the four tables and in front of another table where, he assumed, were the professor's table. In front of it, a few feet away from him was a stool and another man in crimson-red robes stood holding a battered-looking black, pointed hat.

Professor Mconagall left him standing there as he stood beside the stool and started to address the students.

"Settle down, please, settle down." She called to the murmuring. "Now, as some of you may already know, we have a foreign exchange student here in Hogwarts. I fully expect you all to accept him as one of your own." She said, surveying all them with a go-against-me-and-you-will-meet-consequences look.

She turned to her seat at the middle of the Head Table and gestured to the man. He opened up a scroll that appeared out of nowhere and read from it.

"Nico di Angelo!"

His voice echoed around the room and Nico approached him, having no idea on what to do. He sat on the stool - because it had to be there or something. The man jammed the hat on his head without hesitation and the brim went down as far as his eyes, making him see only the dark inside.

He barely had time to wonder what they expected him to do with a pointy hat obscuring his vision - maybe they wanted him to tap dance or wave his wand and say some weird words until sparks came out of it - when another voice boomed in his head.

A demigod, eh? Oh , this will be a very interesting year. The voice said.

Nico's mental barriers flared up out of instinct and he felt something thump softly against his walls. Who in the name of Hades are you? He thundered in his head. GET THE HELL OUT!