Percy Jackson, Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter Siete!

I love that drawing. Hufflepuff speaks my soul.

CHAPTER 7

The first thing Percy noticed were the horses. They looked like what the result would be if Nico resurrected a horse. They were certainly interesting to look at. They looked like demonic shadow zombie horses. The horses perked when they saw him.

"Master! Master!" They cried. The horses started trampling and making a show, trying to get closer to him. Oddly enough, no one noticed. Percy looked around to make sure. A few students were looking at the horses. Harry, Luna, and blonde haired boy nearby being some of the few.

"What are those things, d'you reckon?" Harry asked Ron, nodding at the horses.

"What things?" Ron asked, perplexed. He saw nothing where Harry was nodding.

"Those horses-"

"I can see them too, Harry," Percy said. Although he didn't really like Harry, he felt bad seeing Harry like that.

"You see the horse things?"

"Yeah. The zombie ones?"

"What are you two talking about? There aren't any horses." Now they all were confused. Two of them saw the horses, but one didn't.

"Come on! The carriage is about to leave." Hermione called from inside the carriage.

"It's all right," said a dreamy voice once the boys had gotten into the carriage. "You're not going mad or anything. I can see them too."

Percy was trying to calm down the horses. The ride to Hogwarts has started and the horses wouldn't stop rustling.

"My lord! My Lord! Welcome!" They neighed.

"Hey, if you stop rustling and I promise I'll talk to you."

"Of course, my Lord!" They neighed. They quieted down and started trotting like the other horses.

"What are you?"

"We are the thestrals! We live at Hogwarts."

"Why do some people not see you?"

"One a person who was seen death will see us. It is very depressing." Percy and the thestrals spent the rest of the ride talking about various subjects ranging from the forest to light pollution. The others in the carriage were looking as Percy queerly. It looked like he was having a very intricate one-sided conversation with himself. That did not earn him any sanity points with Harry.

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Percy was awed by Hogwarts. Annabeth had drilled enough information about architecture to know that this was a piece of art. The architecture was magnificent. Once he got into the school, he was herded away by Professor McGonagall. He was herded into the moderately sized group of first years, and soon afterward they were all herded into the Great Hall. After all that herding, Percy felt like a sheep.

The sorting started, and Percy watched as each of the first years were called up and put a ragged hat on their head. There was silence for a few seconds before the hat yelled out one of four names: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. After the sorting was over, there was only Percy, standing alone. Dumbledore called him up, and he put on the hat.

At first, there was silence, then a voice rang through his head.

"Well aren't you an interesting one." A loud voice rang through his head. On instinct, he yelped and threw the hat off his head. The voice was silence, and he poked the hat.

"Is it supposed to talk to me?" He asked to no one in particular, just hoping for an affirmative answer.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson. The sorting hat was charmed so that it will have a telepathic conversation with you. No one will hear what it says. Please put the hat back on." Professor McGonagall said. Percy gingerly put the hat back on his head and sat back down on the stool.

"Well, there was no need to throw me like that." The hat said to him.

"Why can you talk to me?" He whispered under his breath.

"There's no need to whisper. I can communicate with you telepathically."

"Oh." He replied telepathically. 'Even after all I've been through, a telepathic hat sure takes the cake.' He thought.

"I can hear you." The hat remarked. Percy blushed, embarrassed.

"What exactly are the houses?" Percy asked. He had asked before, but no one really explained it well.

"Houses are the different groups that you share common rooms and classes with. The four houses are Gryffindor for the brave, Slytherin for the cunning and ambitious, Ravenclaw for intelligent and creative, and Hufflepuff for loyal and hardworking."

"So where to put you." The hat said.

"Definitely not Ravenclaw." Percy thought. He was nowhere near as smart as any of the Athena kids.

"Nonsense. You would fit in Ravenclaw. You are very smart, just not in the typical sense."

"Huh. That's the first time anyone's said that to me."

"You would also fit with Slytherin. You are a very cunning warrior. You are also very brave. Gryffindor would be glad to have you. Beyond glad. You are one of the bravest people I have had the honor of sorting. Almost as brave as my creator, Godric Gryffindor. Ah, but your loyalty. That is your fatal flaw! It is one of the most prominent traits in you. Very hard working also. You would fit into any of the houses, but which one?"

"You aren't going to look into my memories, are you?" Percy thought fearfully.

"I would never!" The hat replied, so offended, he almost yelled it out to the entire hall. "I would never breach someone's privacy like that!"

Percy apologized to the hat. Who knew hats could get so offended?

"Do you have any preferences on where to be put?" The hat asked.

"Not Ravenclaw, I would never fit in with any of the smart kids. Harry and Ron still hate me, so not the Gryffindor house. Either the Slytherin or Hufflepuff house."

"Well then. It better be HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted out the last word, and Percy was sorted.

AN: OMG OMG OMG. Twice the amount of views I had since last chapter! Thank you! You guys really keep me going. You all make me feel really appreciated and proud of my work. In thanks, I spew out this uber long chapter. Almost 2,000 words!  :) TINY RANT TIME!!!!! Percy Jackson, in my opinion, is the ideal Hufflepuff. While on first sight he seems like the idealic Gryffindor, his fatal flaw is loyalty. Not bravery. Loyalty. Hufflepuff=Loyalty. Therefore, he goes into Hufflepuff. Random Harry Potter thing:  While I was typing this, I thought of this. Mr. Weasley says you shouldn't trust anything nonliving that can think for it's self, right? That means that the sorting hat is most likely dark magic. Also Artificial Intelligence. Siri does seem like she's dark magic sometimes. さようならmy friends! (BTW that means good-bye in Japanese. Google translate is wonderful!)

Update: Took out some ocs and slightly changed the grammer.