When Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 4: The Sorting and Suspicions

Harry's POV

The door to the Great Hall swung open and seven people came marching in. I recognized Percy and Annabeth standing close to the front, and the blond guy Jason just behind Percy. 

"Please come up when I call your name and sit on the stool and let the Sorting Hat sort you in your appropriate house," McGonagall commanded. The seven transfers nodded. 

"Chase, Annabeth!"

The blonde girl with the princess curls and the gray eyes strode to the front. Every step she took looked purposeful and she seemed to let out an aura of confidence and power without even trying. 

I looked over to Hermione and noticed her narrowed eye look as she sized up Annabeth. I had seen that look more than often on her, she was analyzing something. I wondered if she was just as suspicious about the exchange students as I am. 

Annabeth sat down cautiously on the stool, her back ramrod straight and her eyes flickering all around the room. I shivered when they landed briefly on me. 

The Hat settled itself on Annabeth's head and didn't even take a second before shouting out, "HOW ARE YOU ALIVE? GRYFFINDOR, GRYFFINDOR!"

I, along with the majority of the school, stared wide-eyed as Annabeth handed the hat back to McGonagall and sat down across from Ron. What the heck was that all about? 

McGonagall looked just as surprised as we were but she recovered quickly, clearing her throat and calling out the next name. 

"di Angelo, Nico."

The guy who walked up next from the small group wore black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a tattered bomber jacket over it that-you guessed it-was black as well. He had pale skin and even from here I could see how dark his eyes were as they looked around the Hall. If Voldemort ever had a child, this kid would look exactly like his child. 

Wait...

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I missed everything around me until the Sorting Hat called out "SLYTHERIN IF YOU MUST, JEEZ WHAT IS UP WITH YOU PEOPLE? HOW ARE YOU STILL SANE?" 

Nico slid off the stool, gave the hat a dark glare before striding over to the Slytherin table. Of course, that guy was a Slytherin! He looked like death incarnate, just proves my Voldemort's Son theory. And to my shock, he sat right next to Malfoy and the two immediately struck up a conversation as if they were best buddies or something. 

Definitely worth looking into. 

"Grace, Jason," called out McGonagall.

The blond I had seen before strode forward, again with the same purposeful steps that I had seen Annabeth take. But this guy seemed to emit even more power, like a controlled storm of emotions and strength ready to let loose when needed. It was unlike Percy, whose power rampaged around him unknowingly like large waves splashing around you. 

Jason's eyes sparkled blue with the intensity of a leader as he sat on the stool. The Hat placed on his head, before calling out after barely three seconds, "GRYFFINDOR, GRYFFINDOR AGAIN, OBVIOUSLY!"

This was getting very interesting, I watched Jason sit next to Annabeth and flash Nico a small smile and wave. Why had the Sorting Hat said 'obviously'? The Hat never did that to me, and I'm the Boy Who Lived!

"Jackson, Perseus."

"Just call me Percy," my lookalike said to everyone, grinning. I could practically hear the girls swoon and I saw Annabeth's eyes narrow. I couldn't help but smirk, was she getting jealous? She should've known that boys like Jackson won't last long in long relationships.