The Grandson Of Voldemort Is A What?

Chapter Nine: What House Will It Be?

Walking into the Great Hall, as they called it, was an experience to say the least. Candles floated in the air, suspended by magic as they swayed around. The ceiling was enchanted to show the night sky outside, and all the pillars and arches made it abundantly clear that they were in a castle.

Annabeth would have lost her shit. 

Percy grinned as he took it all in, following behind the group of eleven year olds in front of him. The others whispered at his appearance, obviously they didn't get a lot of transfers. 

The banners for the Houses hung proudly over their respective tables, and Percy could make out the colors in the robes. 

This was it . . .

He wondered what House he would get . . . Shrugging to himself, Percy turned his attention to McGonagall. She sat the worn hat down on its stool, backing up a few steps as the seem opened. Its voice was misty, all around them yet nowhere all at once. Echoing in the Great Hall. 

In time of Old, when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best school
And pass along their learning. 
"Together we will build and teach!" 
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendship fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those
Whose intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach those 
With brave deeds to their name."
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them all the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the hour founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him 
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw. 
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest, 
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years, 
But then discord crept among us. 
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The House that, like pillars four,
Had once held up out school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed 
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
As they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether Sorting
May no bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger 
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within.
I have told you, I have warned you . . .
Let the Sorting now begin. 

'Okay . . .' Percy thought, 'I'll be going over the older Sorting Songs. That was ominous as fuck.' Percy's green eyes lit up with mischief as he smirked to himself. 

The first years were called one at a time, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, Slytherins, and Gryffindors alike, until Percy was the only one remaining at the bottom of the steps to the dais. 

"Now," Dumbledore stood up, hands folded in front of himself. "as you've all noticed, we have another new student. His name is Percy Jackson, he is from America. Due to certain situations, he had to come here. The school he attended before had a different way of teaching, so he shall be in the fifth year classes. I expect you all to make him feel welcomed, just like with the other newcomers. That is all, let the Sorting continue." 

McGonagall waved Percy forward, towards the stool. 

This was it . . .

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This was it . . . 

Harry would finally see that Percy was just like his Grandfather. His worries would be validated and the girls would have to listen to him! 

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched that black hair, and shouted out Slytherin, Harry could get everyone to listen to him. 

Dumbledore would listen, he'd see that Harry was right and that they shouldn't just trust some random teen. Much less a teen with Voldemort's blood running through him. 

This was it . . . 

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Percy sat down, the hat falling over his eyes as McGonagall stepped back. 

That other worldly voice now spoke in his ear, his mind, instead of out loud. Just as disturbing with a touch more creepiness and skin crawling effect. 

"You . . . Oh, I have not seen one of your kind for quite some time." The Hat whispered, almost in awe. Percy couldn't help but feel like he was being picked apart by eyes, which was weird-the hat didn't have any eyes. But he's dealt with weirder. "You are quite . . . extraordinary, aren't you? Though you don't think so, do you? You don't think you're worthy of all the praise those at your little camp pile on you. You can only think about the ones you didn't save, the lives that slipped through your fingers." 

The Demigod felt his spine straighten, finger curling, lips pulling back. 

"Tut, tut." The Hat cooed. "Don't get defensive, it makes the reading harder, you'll just prolong this whole ordeal." 

Taking a deep breath, Percy calmed his racing heart, shoving all of his worries and anger into the back of his mind. 

"Good," The presence that was the Hat, seemed to lean in, to take a deeper look into his mind. "Let me just skim some of your memories, only skim for I do not want nightmares for the rest of the year." The tone the voice spoke with faltered at the end, dipping into a sadness that only those who had seen too many tragedies befall the wrong people could. 

Flashes of memories passed, just flickers and never a whole picture. Like the Hat was speed reading in order to spare the child the story was being told to the grief a full retelling would entail. 

"You have so many accomplishments, so many sorrows, so many major events that shaped you into who you are." That sadness was back, Percy bit his lip as he fought to keep his shoulders straight and chin up. "Your actions, the things you did and the stances you took; all because of one reason. The thing that drives you to protect, the reason you have such talents." 

The Hat seemed to take a breath before they continued. 

"You are brave, no doubt, intelligent, in more ways than one, cunning, especially when the time calls for such a way of thinking, and you work hard for everything you've ever earned." 

Percy smiled, a faint one, but there nonetheless. He could tell he would get the House he'd had a feeling he'd be placed in. Honestly, there was only one he could ever be placed in . . . 

"I shall listen to your fatal flaw, boy, it's . . ."  The voice changed, no longer in his ear, now for all to hear. "HUFFLEPUFF!"