Demi-Wizard Percy Jackson

Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON. THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS ARE J.K ROWLING (HARRY POTTER) AND RICK RIORDAN (PERCY JACKSON)

A tall, black haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there, after the doors opened. She had a very stern face and my first thought was that she was not someone to cross.

Ron whispered, "Harry, cut it. Everyone's staring at you and Percy."

Harry tightened his grip on my hand, "I'm not losing Percy again, Ron."

Ron stayed quiet.

"The fir'-years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The room was so big, I bet Smelly Gabe's apartment will fit in a tiny corner.

We followed the professor across the stone floor. I could hear voices from the door on the right. The whole school must be there. We crowded a small room.

She began talking about stuff and whatnot. She left and a lot of ghosts entered the room. Harry and Ron stopped talking while I let my thoughts wander.

The ghosts talked and noticed me.

The ghosts approached me, and bowed. The room fell silent.

"Please don't tell Lord Hades we escaped young Lord," One whispered.

Harry whispered, "What's he's talking about?"

I swallowed my nerves.

They took the hint and welcomed the first years.

"Move along," said a sharp voice. "The sorting Ceremony's about to start."

Professor McGonagall returned. One by one, the ghost left.

"Now form a line," She told us, "and follow me."

My stomach flipped as we walked to the hall. I held on Harry tightly. There were so much going on, I thought I was about to explode. Four long tables were arranged filled with students older than us. One long one stood on a platform above us with professors and old man, the headmaster.

The ceiling was dotted with stars, it looked so real.

Hermione whispered, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: a history."

Professor McGonagall placed a stool, on top of the stool, a hat that had seen better days sat.

I had no idea why a ratted hat sat on the stool, but everyone focused one it. Soon, it began singing:

"Oh, you may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you find

A hat smarter 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