You Are My Sunshine (Solangelo @ Hogwarts)

The Day the Sorting Hat Needed Therapy

Minerva, a daughter of Hecate, asked me to wait outside the Great Hall until I heard my cue. Pressing my ear to the door, I listened to the Sorting. Lots of Hufflepuffs this year, not a lot of Slytherins.

And that weird song about unity and the overly sweet sounding voice... what's with that?

Then I hear Prof. Dumbledore speak again.

"Thank you, Ms. Umbridge, for those... interesting words. Now students, I have an announcement. Hogwarts shall be hosting it's first ever transfer student! I hope you will make him feel at home. Please welcome Mr. Nico Di Angelo!"

I choose to be a little dramatic with my entrance. I push the double doors apart, and they slam against the wall. The temperature drops like in the compartment, and I replace the fire in the torches and candles with Greek Fire. The shadows cling to my legs as I enter the Hall.

I make my way to the front of the hall and bow to the amazed and frightened students.

"Hello," I say, my voice easily heard in the silence of the hall. "I'm Nico Di Angelo."

I wave my hand and everything returns to normal.

Minerva brings up a hat, and hands it to me. I sit on the stool and put it on my head.

Oh hello! A demigod, I see. I haven't met one of you in a while.

"Who are you? What's your name?" I think.

I am the Sorting Hat, but if you want to know my name, it's John. Now, I'm going to look at your personality, m'kay?

"All right, knock yourself out."

You're quite brave, so Gryffindor is naturally an option. Ravenclaw would suit you fine as well; you are wise beyond your years. Hufflepuff... no, you have conflicting loyalties. You are quite resourceful and cunning, Slytherin would be good for you. I suppose the only way to do this is to look into your memories.

"WHAT?! NO!!"

I'm sorry, but I have to.

John tries to look at my memories, but my mental shields block him from seeing anything.

Please lower your shields, I don't want to be fired.

"Okay, but be prepared for what you see."

I lower my shields, and my memories begin flashing past my eyes.

Meeting Percy... Bianca's death... The Labyrinth... The Titan War... Tartaru-

The horrible slideshow that is my life abruptly stops as John begins to scream. "GET ME OFF HIS HEAD! NOW!!! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE AND SANE?!?! GET ME OFF THIS BOY'S HEAD!!! GRYFFINDOR!! ANYONE WITH THOSE MEMORIES DESERVES GRYFFINDOR!!!"

There's no clapping as I make my way to the scarlet and gold table. I sit down at the mostly empty end. A blond girl scoots away from me a little.

Dumbledore clears his throat. "Well then... Let the feast begin!"

Heaps of food appear on the golden plates in the middle of the table.

I grab pitcher of pomegranate juice and pour myself a glass. I'm not really hungry; I lost my appetite in the bronze jar.

Harry's POV

Nico got sorted into Gryffindor. Woohoo! There was something really freaky about how he made all the lights go out in the hall, though. He isn't eating anything either... he's just drinking a glass of red liquid. Ron mutters to me.

"I dunno about you, Harry, but I think he's a Death Eater..."

He's got a point; what could the Sorting Hat have seen that was so bad? We might have to do some snooping later.

Hermione asks from my other side, "Where are the ghosts? I haven't seen any since we arrived."

"Maybe they're on break?" Ron suggests stupidly.

"Honestly, Ronald, how have you managed to pass anything at this school?"

He looks at her. "Because you help me on my homework. I thought you were the smart one, Hermione!"

She scoffs. "But I really wonder what happened to the ghosts..."

The food disappears as quickly as it appeared, and is replaced with desserts. Soon, we're all heading off to bed, stuffed to the gills.

Nico falls into his bed immediately and goes to sleep, still clothed. I guess he's just really tired. Look at the bags under his eyes!

The rest of us get changed, pretending to not notice the eyes Dean and Seamus were throwing each other as they practically strip teased. (A/N: Take a moment to picture that. Lol)

After brushing our teeth, we all pull a Nico and flop into bed, falling asleep immediately.