Nico Di Angelo at Hogwarts- Darkness Prevails

The Sorting Hat is screaming!

HERMIONE

I heard Nico's groan. He sounded- frustrated. huh.

I turned to him. "What was that?"

He frowned. "A prophesy. Well, I hope it's not but-" He stopped, looking thoughtful.

I thought for a second- King of Ghosts? Wasn't that picture on Nico's vault a skull with a crown on it? Could this... prophesy... be referring to him?

The hat couldn't have been speaking a prophecy... could it? Nico, Professor Dumbledore and a couple of the teachers looked like they thought it was.

My thoughts were (rudely) interrupted by no other than Ronald Weasley. Uh- that boy was so annoying, but there was a way his flaming hair looked in the candlelight... No. 

"'Mione, what was that? Was it a real prophecy?" Ron has to speak quite loud, as the great hall was alive with talking.

I frowned and kept looking at Nico. There was something about him that was... off. He didn't seem to know so many things, things that couldn't be excused for being an international wizard... And what were those gold coins that he constantly had in his pocket? I had seen one, briefly, when it fell out of his pocket on the train. It had a picture of the empire state building (or something like that), and the writing said 'DRACH'. Well, it probably said more than that, but I'm not that quick at reading (whatever Ron and Harry might think!).

I turned back to Ronald. "I don't know. I'll try and-"

"Read about it in the library. We know." The other boys chorused in harmony. 

I smiled. "You guys know me too well."

Suddenly, Dumbledore stood, instantly quieting everyone down. The sorting went on as usual, and at the end of the list (Zacanthy, Ella), he beckoned to our table. I could see Ron's ears turning bright red, confused at why Dumbledore was pointing at him. I rolled my eyes and pointed to Nico. Obviously, Dumbledore wanted him sorted.

"Now, this year, we have a transfer student from America's Ilvermorny school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." All eyes turned to Nico, some curious, others hostile.

"I expect you make Nico Di Angelo feel welcome here at Hogwarts. Nico, could you please come to the front so you can be sorted." Nico looked a little awkward at the attention but moved to the stool at the platform.

He went towards it, warily. He sat on the seat stiffly, and clenched his hands so tight they were turning white (well, white-er, that guy was the palest Wizard I have ever seen!). He hesitated for about 10 seconds and then unclenched his hands. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET ME- GET ME OFF THIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!! GRYFFINDOR! DEFINITELY!!!!!!!!! SUCH PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The sorting hat was screaming. The great hall was deathly silent.

Then, the sorting hat did something totally unexpected. It jumped off Nico's head, shuffled towards the tables, and crumpled, shivering. Nico just smirked and muttered something that looked like (I am amazing at lip- reading), 'Should see Percy'. Who was Percy?

Nico strode off, back to his seat with us at Gryffindor. We looked at him strangely. He didn't offer any information up. Then, the Great Hall erupted in talk. This time, however, I could see the teachers talking as well. 

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore yelled. It went silent.