𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢'𝔰 ℜ𝔞𝔤𝔢 (A PJO and HP crossover)

Sorting

The hat suddenly sprang up surprising almost all the first years and none of the older guys. And it started singing. 'Okay. A singing hat. This is not weird at all' Percy muttered under his breath. 

"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 have 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 whole school applauded as the cap ended its song. Professor McDonald (I'm sorry, IDK why that came up.) started calling out names of the students, as they came and sat on the stool. She placed the hat on top of their hats one by one.

It was the first time Percy, Harry, and other first year students were seeing a sorting ceremony. They found it pretty cool. People were sorted into one of the 4 houses. Slytherin legacy students wanted to be sorted to Slytherin, and most of them managed to. Everyone else wanted to be in Gryffindor. From what Percy heard from around, the bravest witches and wizards came from Gryffindor, Dumbledore himself being the greatest living proof of that. 

A lot of names were being called with no one paying much attention, until Harry Potter. 

He was clearly a well known reputed figure around the wizarding world, without even stepping a foot into this place earlier in life. Percy planned on knowing more about him soon enough. 

It took a long hell of a time for Harry's sorting - that was the opinion of the others. While most people were sorted in less than half a minute, it took Harry more than three. The bushy brown haired girl - Hermione, Percy later remembered- was sorted in about 1 and a half minute, which was probably the second longest time taken by the hat. 

That was all until Percy Jackson was called up. 

"Jackson, Percy."

Percy had felt that he should probably have changed his name to something else, but then he realized there were probably hundreds of other 'Percy Jackson's in the world. No such point in changing his lovely name. He was not going through 7 years under a false name. 

Percy walked towards the sorting hat. He seated him on the chair, and felt the sorting hat being placed upon his head. 

"Hmm. An American. Long time since I have met one from across the pond. Shame the country's half dead."

It was a deep wise voice inside his head. Percy was startled at first. 

"A brave wizard, but with an unclear blocked mind. I can't seem to understand whether you are a muggle born or from a long line of wizards."

"My father was a wizard, but my mother was a muggle. My father was lost on the sea, before I was born. My mother died a few years back and I am raised by my aunt, that is my father's sister, who comes from a long line of ancient witches and wizards in America." Percy said inside his mind. He didn't know how speaking to the hat worked, but he just thought of the words in his mind, hoping the hat could understand them.