The bold italic is from the book Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Chapter Names: Luna Lovegood and The Sorting Hat's New Song.

When talking about the houses I am not trying to be mean to anybody in those houses. I have friends in Slytherin and that might be the one that I have the characters describe the most offensively. But Gryffindor and Slytherin have a rivalry. 

As they were looking for a place to sit they were eventually joined by Neville who was not able to find a seat. 

"Hi, Harry," he panted. "Hi, Ginny... Everywhere's full... I can't find a seat." 

"What are you talking about?" said Ginny, who had squeezed past Neville to peer into the compartment behind him. "There's room in this one, there's only Loony Lovegood in here-"

Neville mumbled something about not wanting to disturb anyone. 

"Don't be silly," said Ginny, laughing, "she's all right." 

She slid the door open and pulled her trunk inside it. The boys and Thalia followed suit. 

"Hey, Luna. Is it alright if we take the seats here?" Ginny asked. 

Luna looked up and everyone got a good look at her. She had waist-length dirty-blonde hair and eyebrows almost the same shade. Her eyes were a pale silvery color and seemed to be in a constant state of surprise. Luna had a feeling of something eccentric about her. Her wand was visible between her hair and left ear and she wore a necklace of butterbeer caps. The magazine she held was upside down in her hands. 

Luna's eyes scanned the group and she eventually nodded. Percy, Thalia, and Nico stowed their trunks and owls. Then the two boys turned to Harry, Neville, and Ginny and placed their trunks and Hedwig on the opposite side of the compartment. 

"Thanks," nodded Ginny as they finished stowing their supplies. 

Percy took Penny out of her kennel and held onto her.  Eventually, the cat fell asleep in his lap. 

"I don't think I've seen you three around her before," Neville said. 

"We just moved here. A family member suggested we go here. We've never had any formal training in magic," Thalia told him. 

"Well then I guess introductions are in order, I'm Neville Longbottom." 

"Percy Jackson," Percy said holding up a hand. 

"Thalia." 

"Nico Di Angelo." 

"Are you those three that have had the Wizarding World in a buzz lately?" Neville asked. 

"Yeah, I guess we are. We saw the article. We didn't like it but we saw it." Percy leaned back in his seat while petting Penny. 

They collapsed back into silence again until Ginny asked, "Had a good summer, Luna?" 

"Yes," said Luna dreamily, without taking her eyes off Harry. "Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. You're Harry Potter," she added. 

"I know I am," said Harry. 

Neville chuckled. Luna turned her pale eyes upon him instead. 

Luna must have spaced out during their previous conversation cause she said, "And I don't know who you are." 

"I'm nobody," said Neville hurriedly. 

. Percy laughed. 

"Nah, you're not Nobody," he said still laughing, "That's Annabeth." Thalia and Nico gave small snickers. They had heard the story of Annabeth pretending to be Nobody to trick the Cyclops, Polyphemus during their quest in the Sea of Monsters. 

"Is that meant to be offensive?" Harry asked.

"Nope, just an inside joke between me, my girlfriend, Grover, Tyson, and Clarisse. A few other people get it though." 

"Who are Grover, Tyson, and Clarisse?" asked Ginny. 

"Clarisse was there for my birthday party. That I didn't want." Percy playfully glared at his friends who smiled back innocently, "Tyson is my half-brother on my dad's side. He works for my dad. And Grover is my best friend and has been since sixth grade." 

"That's Neville Longbottom," Ginny helpfully told Luna who was still looking at Neville curiously.  "Everyone, meet Luna Lovegood, she's in my year but she's a Ravenclaw." 

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," Luna recited in a sing-song voice.

Luna raised her magazine up again and continued reading.  

The train rattled onward, speeding them out into open country. It was an odd, unsettled sort of day; one moment the carriage was full of sunlight and the next they were passing beneath ominously gray clouds.

"Guess what I got for my birthday?" said Neville. 

"Another Remembrall?" guessed Harry. 

"No, I could do with one though, I lost the old one ages ago....No, look at this..." 

Neville dug around in his pack with his free hand. After a few seconds of feeling around he found what he was looking for and pulled a gray cactus-like plant, only instead of spines the cactus had boils. 

"A cactus?" Percy asked. 

"No, no," corrected Neville, "Mimbulus membletonia." Neville had a proud look on his face. He loved Herbology and was happy to have the magical plant. 

The plant looked like it was pulsing, giving it an unnatural effect. It was obvious that the plant was not something from the Mortal world. 

"It's really, really rare," said Neville, beaming. "I don't know if there's one in the greenhouse at Hogwarts, even. I can't wait to show it to Professor Sprout. My great-uncle Algie got it for me in Assyria. I'm going to see if I can breed it." 

Harry knew that Neville's favorite subject was Herbology, but for the life of him he could not see what he would want with this stunted little plant. 

"Does it-er-do anything?" he asked. 

"Loads of stuff!" said Neville proudly, "It's got an amazing defensive mechanism-hold Trevor for me..." 

He dumped the toad into Harry's lap and took a quill from his school bag. Luna Lovegood's popping eyes appeared over the top of her upside-down magazine again, watching what Neville was doing. Neville held the Mimbulus Mimblotonia up to his eyes, his tongue between his teeth, chose his spot, and gave the plant a sharp prod with the tip of his quill.

Percy, Ginny, Thalia, and Nico all raised their arms just in time to protect their faces from the liquid that squirted out of the plant in defense of being prodded. They lowered their arms to see everyone else in the compartment and everything in the compartment was not spared from being hit with the liquid. Penny was meowing in disgust. She did not like being covered with plant liquid. 

Everyone wrinkled their noses at the smell. It was a very rancid smell that was so strong you could almost taste it. It tickled the back of the throat and made everyone want to gag. 

Neville apologized and assured them that the Stinksap -because that was in fact what the liquid was called- was not harmful. Harry it seemed had gotten a mouthful of the sap and was not impressed. 

Unfortunately for Harry, Cho Chang walked into the compartment filled with Stinksap. 

"Hi, Harry. Bad time?" she asked. 

Harry blanked for a second only managing one word, "Hi," he said. 

"Yes, it's a little bit of a bad time," Percy jumped in. He recognized that Harry had a crush on this girl but was embarrassed by the situation they found themselves in. "We're in a bit of a stinky situation." 

"I see," Cho giggled. "I thought I'd stop by and say hello." She walked away from the compartment. 

"It's fine," Ginny assured, "we can get rid of it easily, see?" She waved her wand and said, "Scourgify." The Stinksap vanished. 

Neville once again apologized for the mess. 

After a long, boring hour of silence, Hermione and Ron finally came back from the prefects' carriage. 

The trolly lady had already made her rounds and everyone was munching on sweets and swapping Chocolate Frog cards. 

They were alerted to the arrival of the two prefects by the hooting of Pig in his cage and the compartment door sliding open. 

Crookshanks studied Penny curiously before tentatively playing with the cat. Ron stowed Pig up in the racks and stole one of Harry's Chocolate Frogs. Harry glared playfully at the redhead and swat his arm. Ron dodged and sat down while eating the head of the frog. 

Hermione took a seat in the compartment as Ron lay dramatically across one of the seats laying across Harry's and Percy's lap in the process. 

"Well, there's two fifth-year prefects from each house," said Hermione, looking thoroughly disgruntled as she took her seat."Boy and girl from each." 

"And guess who's a Slytherin prefect?" said Ron, with his eyes still closed. 

"Malfoy," replied Harry at once, his worst fear confirmed. 

"Course," said Ron bitterly, stuffing the rest of the Frog into his mouth and taking another. 

"And that complete cow Pansy Parkinson," said Hermione viciously. "How she got to be prefect when she's thicker than a concussed troll..." 

"What's so wrong with them?" Percy asked, confused at the distaste in their voice for the two Slytherin prefects. 

"They're mean, rude, arrogant, most of them are evil," Harry listed. "Slytherin has produced the most dark wizards of any house. Malfoy and Parkinson are especially rude." 

Percy nodded he had his fair share of dealing with bullies and from the way Harry was talking the two prefects were somewhat of bullies, but he also didn't think it was nice to judge the Slytherins on the fact that the house had produced the most dark wizards. 

"Tell us about the houses," Thalia said leaning forward with her hands on her knees like she didn't know the traits most of the houses preferred. 

"Ravenclaws are usually very smart or creative. Luna is one she could probably tell you more about the house," Ginny told them, "Gryffindors -which is our house-" she gestured to herself, Neville, Harry, Hermione, and Ron "-are usually braver and more courageous. Hufflepuffs are mainly overlooked but I've seen a few they can be smart but the house mostly values loyalty, modesty, and honesty. Slytherins tend to as Harry said be rude and arrogant, but I've met a few nice ones." 

"Who's the Hufflepuff prefect?" Neville asked after Ginny finished her explanation. 

"Ernie Malcolm and Hannah Abbott," Ron said around his mouthful of Chocolate Frog. 

"Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw," Hermione interjected. 

"You went to the Yule Ball with Padma Patil," said a vague voice. 

Everyone turned to look at Luna Lovegood, who was gazing unblinkingly at Ron over the top of The Quibbler. He swallowed his mouthful of Frog. 

"Yeah, I know I did," he said, looking mildly surprised. 

"She didn't enjoy it very much," Luna informed him. "She doesn't think you treated her very well, because you wouldn't dance with her. I don't think I'd have minded," she added thoughtfully, "I don't like dancing very much." 

She retreated behind The Quibbler again. Ron stared at the cover with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds, then looked around at Ginny for some kind of explanation, but Ginny had stuffed her knuckles in her mouth to keep herself from giggling. Ron shook his head bemused.

 "Traitor," he muttered with a laugh. Ron checked his watch and stood up saying, "We're supposed to patrol the corridors every so often and we can give out punishments if people are misbehaving. I can't wait to get Crabbe and Goyle for something..." he was interrupted by Hermione. 

"Don't abuse your position, Ron," Hermione reprimanded.

Ron muttered something under his breath. 

Hermione heard whatever he said and asked, "So you're willing to descend to his level."

"Ron," Nico said, "descending to someone else's level is never a good way to solve something. Bullies may not go away but that doesn't mean you have to go down to their level." 

"I'll make Goyle write lines," Ron said suddenly. Nico sighed it seemed Ron wasn't going to take his advice. "It'll kill him he hates writing," Ron added. 

He lowered his voice to Goyle's low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair, "I...must...not...look...like...a...baboon's...backside..."

Everybody laughed, but nobody laughed harder than Luna Lovegood. She let out a scream of mirth that caused Hedwig to wake up and flap her wings indignantly and Crookshanks to leap up into the luggage rack, hissing. She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor. 

"That was funny!" 

Her prominent eyes swam with tears as she gasped for breath, staring at Ron. Utterly nonplussed, he looked around at the others, who were now laughing at the expression on Ron's face and at the ludicrously prolonged laughter of Luna Lovegood, who was rocking backward and forward, clutching her sides. 

"Are you taking the mickey?" said Ron, frowning at her. 

"Baboon's...backside!" she choked,  holding her ribs. 

Harry glanced at the magazine Luna had dropped as everyone else laughed at what was going on between Luna and Ron. Percy looked up and followed Harry's gaze to the magazine. He didn't know who was on the cover, but with how magazines work it had to be someone important. The man was holding a bag of gold in one hand, and in the other, he was choking a goblin. The title was hard to read and mixed with the rest of the titles on the page.

Harry asked Luna if he could look at the magazine and when she nodded he eagerly picked it up and began reading. Harry's face turned to a look of disbelief, then humor and many other expressions. He eventually turned the magazine upside down too. 

"Anything good in there?" asked Ron leaning over to take a look over Harry's shoulder. 

Hermione scoffed, "No...It's the Quibbler. It's fake news." 

Luna looked offended, "Excuse me," she said. "My father is the editor for the magazine." 

Hermione hastily tried to apologize about what she had said but the damage was done. Luna snatched the magazine back from Harry and disappeared behind it again. 

The compartment door slid open once again and this time instead of a friendly face they were met with the cruel sneer of Draco Malfoy and his 'friends' Crabbe and Goyle. 

"What?" Harry snapped at Malfoy before he could even begin talking. 

"Manners," Malfoy mocked. "Or I may just have to give you a detention." 

Malfoy puffed out his chest showing the gleaming prefect's badge attached to his clothes, "You see. I am a prefect. You however are not," Malfoy sneered. "Which means I can give you a detention." 

"You may be able to hand out punishments Malfoy," said Percy, his arms crossed across his chest. "But if Harry has not done anything you have no right to punish him. That would be an abuse of power."

"And who are you?" asked Malfoy with a sneer still on his face. 

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Percy smirked. 

Malfoy's sneer fell a tiny bit. He didn't like being denied the information he wanted. 

"Go away, Malfoy," Hermione snapped. Malfoy turned to them and gave them one more malicious look -to which Percy replied with a glare that made everyone shiver- before turning around and motioning for his goons to follow him. The door slammed closed behind the trio that left. 

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and Percy dropped his glare from the door. 

"Chuck me another Frog?" Ron asked. 

The train chugged along the train tracks with the weather changing every few minutes, as if the clouds couldn't make up their mind. The demigods were doing anything they could and Percy was absentmindedly petting Penny and twirling a pen in between his fingers. Nico was twiddling his ring around his finger, and Thalia was playing with the bracelets on her wrist. As the day descended into night, lights came on in the carriage.

When the lights turned off Luna rolled up her magazine and resorted to staring at the compartment's occupants. Harry was craning his neck trying to get the first look at Hogwarts. 

"We should get robes on now," Hermione called out. 

One by one they left to go put on robes. When they were done Ron and Hermione pinned their prefect badges to their robes. 

At last the train began to slow down and they heard the usual racket up and down it as everybody scrambled to get their luggage and pets assembled, ready for departure. Ron and Hermione were supposed to supervise all of this; they disappeared from the carriage again, leaving Harry and the others to look after Crookshanks and Pigwidgeon. 

"I'll carry that owl, if you like,"  said Luna to Harry, reaching out for Pigwidgeon as Neville stowed Trevor in an inside pocket. 

"Oh-er-thanks," said Harry, handing her the cage and hoisting Hedwig's more securely into his arms. 

The demigods were not able to help because they had been told they needed to use the boats instead of the carriages so they could be sorted with the first years. 

"First years line up over here, please! All first years to me!" Professor Grubby-Plank called out. 

The questers made their way to the teacher who was calling for the first years. She looked them over once before nodding to an empty boat. 

"You three, over there." The demigods walked to the aforementioned boat. Thalia and Nico stepped in warily after Percy assured them that his father wasn't going to drown them. Even though Poseidon had never made an attempt to kill his brothers' children Nico and Thalia were still weary of water knowing the temperament of the Sea King was ever-changing. 

The boat ride to the castle was peaceful, but the castle was breathtaking. Towers soared high above their heads and the castle sat majestically upon the hill. The castle glowed with an inward light that made it look even more magical. Percy, Nico, and Thalia all knew that if Annabeth was there she would be going on and on about the architecture of the castle that stood high before them. 

The royals hung to the back of the group of first years while Grubby-Plank led them up the stairs and to a grand entryway where a stern but kind looking professor -McGonagall- was waiting for them. 

When everyone was in the hallway in front of a set of massive doors Professor McGonagall spoke up. 

"Welcome to Hogwarts. You will be sorted into your houses momentarily. The house will be like your home. Misdeeds will lose you points but good deeds will earn you points. Keep up with your schoolwork and homework. Keep out of trouble and you should find yourself in no trouble." Thalia snickered. 

'Them stay out of trouble. Probably not going to happen,' she thought. 

"The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin," McGonagall continued ignoring Thalia's interruption.

McGonagall left for a moment before coming back out and motioning for the students to follow her. 

"We have two groups of students to sort tonight," McGonagall called as the Great Hall settled down as people waited for the Sorting to begin. "The first group is our usual first years. But the second group is the Princes and Princess of the Olympia family. They will be placed in the fifth year." 

Mutters were heard around the hall. These were the people who had been the talk around the Wizarding World. The alleged sons and daughter of the three kings. 

McGonagall placed an old hat on a stool. The hat looked unassuming at first but then a hole opened at the hem of the hat. 

The hat started to sing: 

"In times 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 same self yearning,
To make the world's best magic 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 wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those 
Whose ancestry is purest." 
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose 
Intelligence is surest." 
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name." 
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot, 
And treat them just the same." 
These differences caused little strife
When they first came to light,
For each of the four 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 the discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears. 
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our 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 not 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."

The Sorting Hat finished its song and snapped its mouth closed, waiting to be put on waiting first year's heads. 

The first years went first. Some were sorted into each house. When a house was called out that house cheered the loudest. Slytherins didn't cheer unless they got a new member. When this happened the other houses would only politely clap as the Slytherins did for them. 

Finally, it was their turn. 

McGonagall turned to them and made eye contact. She unrolled the piece of parchment in her hands and called, "Di Angelo, Nico" 

"Hm... What do we have here?" The Sorting Hat spoke in Nico's mind, "A demigod I see. Son of Hades. Fatal flaw is grudges. You hold them very well. You are cunning. Some of your tactics can get you out of trouble in a pinch. I know just where to put you...SLYTHERIN!" The last word was shouted for the hall to hear. 

Nico had been startled at the hat speaking in his mind. He had tried to put up mental barriers but the Hat wasn't trying to read his mind just his personality. 

The Slytherin cheered for their newest member. Nico walked over to the table and sat down in a secluded spot farther away from the other members. 

"Grace, Thalia," McGonagall called. 

"Ambitious are you?" The Hat asked Thalia. Who jumped up from the stool. "Relax child. I am just the Sorting Hat. You have a great want for power so much so it is your fatal flaw. You are ambitious like your mother, yes. Great potential. Don't let yourself get blinded by power," the Hat warned, "SLYTHERIN!"

Thalia took off the hat and walked over to the Slytherin table where Nico had cleared a space for her to sit next to him. 

"Jackson, Perseus." 

"Loyal to a fault," The Sorting Hat said immediately. Percy jumped at the voice just like his friends had done. The Hat waited for him to calm down before speaking again, "I am the Sorting Hat." Percy kept his guard up still but some tensions seemed to leave his shoulders. 

"Loyal to a fault, powerful but modest," the Hat mumbled, "Good moral compass. Smart too. I believe you would work best in...HUFFLEPUFF." 

Percy walked over to the Hufflepuff table which was cheering loudly. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were cheering much quieter than Hufflepuff but still cheering. The only people cheering at the Slytherin table were Nico and Thalia. 

*pushes 3966 word chapter towards you* Sorry for the late update. Here's an extra long one to make up for it.  Don't kill me? Please? If you want more chapters you're gonna need me alive. 

--Scarlett