Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I swear! I wouldn't be writing this if I owned Harry Potter, and if I were Cassandra Clare, I wouldn't be such a crazy person (I own neither series – man, I wish I did, though).

Warnings: nothing, really. Maybe a bit of swearing? OOC-ness, for sure (I'm terrible at writing in character)

Enjoy!

"And now, may I introduce the new transfers for this year?"

The Sorting Hat ignored the Headmaster Dumbledore in favour of opening its leathery eye. Six figures – completely dressed in black (except for one, who looked like a glitter-factory had thrown up on him) – stood in the middle of the Great Hall. A few of them were shifting awkwardly, but for the most part they looked completely at ease.

Transfers to Hogwarts were an unusual commodity. The last time it had been tried – some fifty years ago – it hadn't ended very well (everyone was still perplexed as to where those pigeons had come from).

"They're on loan to us from a special community for the protection of our school. Please give them a warm welcome."

Scattered applause sounded around the room, but the Sorting hat noticed that most people were just staring at them. They were certainly stunning people, that was for sure.

"Jonathan Christopher Herondale,"

"Are you kidding me?" a boy with golden hair and a stunning face muttered as he ascended to sit on the stool. "It's Lightwood, old timer. Jace Lightwood."

"I apologise," the Headmaster said, amused. "Please give a warm welcome to Jace Lightwood,"

The boy smirked and jammed the hat onto his head.

Hello.

"By the Angel, it speaks!" Jace choked.

A ripple of amusement ran through the room, and the boy scowled.

Interesting – very interesting.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jace muttered, tensing.

Shadowhunters, huh? Haven't seen one of those in years.

"Did Dumbles tell you that?"

No, no. I've come across a few of your kind in my day. So Tom is summoning demons, then?

"Yeah – if by 'Tom' you mean 'Moldy',"

The Sorting Hat just sighed and went back to sorting through this strange boy's memories.

Raised by Valentine, but not his son, hmm? And how does that make you feel?

"What are you, a shrink?"

Of a sort. Brave – very brave. Loyal as well. To your family. To your girlfriend. Hufflepuff would be good for you.

"Look, Dumbles wants us to protect that Potter kid. Think you could sneak me into there?"

Sneak? I think you'd thrive in Gryffindor, my boy.

"Good."

Are you sure?

The boy smirked. "Of course."

Very Well. "GRYFFINDOR!"

The table of lions roared in approval, and Jace placed the hat carefully back on the stool and sauntered over to the table. The Hat noticed with mild interest that he sat fairly close to Harry Potter and his two close friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

"Isabel Lightwood," Headmaster Dumbledore intoned.

A stunning young woman with inky black hair strode confidently forward and grabbed the hat.

"So you're alive, huh?" she muttered, flipping it around so she could inspect it.

"Please, Ms Lightwood, put the hat so that you can be Sorted."

"Whatever," the girl muttered, sitting down gracefully on the stool and crossing her legs. The Hat was plonked onto her head.

Good evening, Miss Lightwood.

"Huh. You do talk," the girl sighed. "Alright, get on with it."

You're very loyal to your friends.

"Of course I am. I'm a Lightwood," she said, like the Hat had said something insulting.

I mean no offense.

"Just hurry up so I can go and sit down." There was a pause.

You're very forward and true to your values. You, like your step-brother, would do very well in Hufflepuff.

"That had better be a compliment,"

Ah, so quick to judge. The Hat lamented. Of course it's a compliment. Not for Ravenclaw, though. You prefer action to planning.

"Are you sure you're not talking about Jace?"

Slytherin is out of the question. No offence intended, of course, but I don't think you have the necessary ambition; though, of course, your cunning would fit in well there.

"Thanks," Isabel preened.

Are we in agreement? Gryffindor?

"If you must," she sighed.

Good. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Isabel practically skipped over to her step-brother after putting the hat down, flashing a stunning smile to one of the remaining boys in her group.

"Alexander Lightwood,"

"Just Alec. Please." A boy with messy black hair and an uncomfortable expression sighed, looking far more timid than his siblings. The Hat watched with interest as he walked forward and shoved the hat onto his head.

Hello, Mr Lightwood.

Unlike his siblings, Alec showed no surprise at the Hat's voice.

"Can we please get this over with?" he said softly, eyes darting around in what appeared to be paranoia.

You're very cautious.

"It keeps my siblings alive,"

Yes, another Shadowhunter. Your siblings are quite accomplished.

"I know," there was a thread of resignation tainting the pride in his voice.

You are not pleased at that?

"I'm glad that they're good fighters."

The Hat didn't say anything else, just flicked through a few memories.

Loyal – yes, I can see that you and your siblings share that personality trait. And intelligent. You love to study?

"It's more interesting than training. I can't match up to Izzy or Jace."

I think you underestimate yourself. Yes, I think Ravenclaw will do you well.

"Not with my siblings?"

Bravery is a trait that you possess, yes, but it is not your defining trait. Ravenclaw is where you belong.

"If you say so."

Such doubt, the Hat clucked disapprovingly. "RAVENCLAW!"

Alec slunk away quickly, going over to sit at the end of the Ravenclaw table. The Hat noticed that the boy covered in glitter beamed at him, and Alec reluctantly smiled back.

Interesting.

"Simon Lewis."

A tall boy with curly brown hair and pale skin walked up to the stool and calmly put the Hat on his head. The Sorting Hat realised that this was the boy that Isabel Lightwood had smiled to.

"Hi," he said before the Hat could say anything. "Please put me anywhere but Slytherin."

Why? The Hat asked, intrigued.

"Because some dweeb called Malfoy annoyed the hell out of me. And I'm pretty sure Bane's gonna be put in there." There was a pause as the Hat gave an unpleasant start at the name 'Bane'. But of course, they couldn't be talking about the same man. What were the odds? "Besides, they all look creepy."

Slytherin is not a bad house, my boy, though I do agree that it does not seem to be for you. Maybe Ravenclaw?

"Look, don't get me wrong – I like Alec. I really do. But I've heard that Ravenclaw's are supposed to be, like, freaky smart. I'm average smart."

I think you could be just as intelligent at Mr Lightwood, should you put your mind to it. Still, your loyalty to your friend Miss Frey is truly amazing. You – quite literally – died for her.

At that, Simon jerked upright in the seat.

"You're not going to…" he started.

Do not worry. Dumbledore is well informed about the doings of Downworlders, and I will not tell anyone else.

"Oh, the Headmaster knows. But the other teachers…"

I don't have many dealings with them. Your secret is safe with me.

"Thanks."

Hufflepuff, then, unless you have any objections.

"None that I can think off. They all look like pretty cool guys,"

Good. "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Thanks, dude," Simon said, taking the hat off and going over to the 'Puff table.

"Magnus Bane!"

A horrible feeling went through the Hat. Surely not…

"Hello, darling!" the boy drenched in glitter chirped as the Hat settled onto his head.

Oh, no…

"Awh, wasn't I missed?"

"SLITHERIN!" the Hat practically screamed. "He's in SLITHERIN! Now GET HIM OFF ME!"

"Let's do this again sometime, darling," Magnus laughed, and the Hat shuddered.

Go away.

"See you!" Magnus grinned, taking off the Hat and bouncing over to the Slytherin table. In a sea of green, he looked very out of place; more so when it became obvious that no one was clapping for him, and there was a defined space between Magnus and the children on either side of him.

The Hat barely noticed Alec Lightwood giving his boyfriend a suspicious glare; too busy trying to scrub its memory of all things Bane.

"And, last but not least, Clary Fray!"

The last of the strange group – a small girl with stunning red hair – sat down calmly and accepted the Hat onto her head.

You're the last, right? There aren't any more of you hiding around, are there? The Hat asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'm the last," Clary laughed.

Oh. Good. The Hat forced its concentration back to Sorting the girl. Hmm…very interesting – Valentine's daughter, you say?

"Great. Let me bare my soul to a strange," Clary sighed.

Oh – thinking you were in love with your brother; how awkward.

"Oh, you have no idea. Think we could hurry this up? Jace gets grouchy when he doesn't get to eat."

Yes, Jace. The Hat paused, delving deeper into Clary's thoughts.

"That's very intrusive." Clary growled. "I've already had a few people in my mind, and I'm not exactly happy that you're there as well."

I apologize. I just want to put you in the House that best suits you.

"Just go with Gryffindor," Clary sighed.

Why? You are brave, of course, but I think you would do well in Hufflepuff, with your friend Simon.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Clary rolled her eyes. "Look, think about this; Jace is insane. If I'm not there to rein him in, bad things will happen."

The Hat paused to review everything he had found out about Jace Wayland-Herondale-Lightwood (talk about identity issues) and supressed a shudder.

Point taken. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Clary nodded her thanks, and hopped off to go and kiss her boyfriend.

"Now that the Sorting is done, let us eat!"

The Hat tuned out the Headmaster in favour of mulling over the transfers (careful to avoid thinking about Magnus Bane). It was certainly going to be an interesting year.

The Hat was glad it was safe in the Headmaster's office.

Author's Note: I hope this didn't suck too badly (first actually published fan-fiction). I think I'm going to make this into a series. Next Year: Fairy Tail!