Author's Note: This story is a compilation of my OUAT/HP crossover drabbles.

These will all be part on one overall story, but they will not be posted in chronological order, because I am not writing the story in chronological order. These are scenes throughout several years spent at Hogwarts.

Once I have the whole story plotted out in my head, I will redo this to post everything in the proper order. If you'd like to be involved in this process, find me on Tumblr, where I am posting my notes, ideas, thoughts, and asking for input. My main URL is scheherezade06 and my sub-blog specifically for this project is hufflepuffkillianjones

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This scene is the scene that started this whole journey: What is Killian Jones was sorted into Hufflepuff?

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"I wanted to be in Gryffindor, Liam," Killian whined, his eyes most certainly not brimming with tears. "I told that daft old hat I wanted to be in Gryffindor!"

"And what did the hat say?" Liam asked the younger boy.

"It gave me a choice," Killian huffed despondently.

Liam waited expectantly. Killian frowned and fidgeted, but Liam remained silent. Killian eventually sighed and explained.

"It told me it could do what I wanted or it could do what was right," Killian murmured, quietly, looking embarrassed.

Liam studied his little brother for a long moment.

"Why does it upset you so?" he asked in a gentle voice.

"I wanted to be important," Killian said.

Liam leaned back, steepling his fingers and touching them to his lips.

"You think being sorted to Hufflepuff makes you unimportant?"

"Everyone knows it's the house for orphans," Killian said bitterly. "For lost boys and girls that can't fit anywhere else."

Liam tilted his head to the side.

"How do you make that, little brother?"

"Gryffindor chose the bravest," Killian said, meeting Liam's eyes before looking pointedly at Liam's scarlet and gold tie. "Ravenclaw taught the cleverest, and Slytherin only wanted the ambitious. But Helga just took the rest—the ones that the other three didn't want."

"So, Gryffindors can't be clever?" Liam teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Not as clever as a Ravenclaw," Killian declared.

"Don't let Professor McGonagall hear you say that," Liam warned.

"I'm being serious, Liam," Killian complained.

"So am I, Killian," Liam said, "and I've been at Hogwarts a little while longer than you have, so you should listen to me."

Killian was still frowning, but he reluctantly gave Liam a "go on" gesture.

"So Gryffindors are brave, but some are brave and stupid," Liam said, making a face to indicate he knew this from experience. "And Ravenclaw—well, what good is cleverness without ambition? Or ambition without cleverness or bravery?"

Killian's brow furrowed.

"Killian, from what house was the last Hogwarts Tri-Wizard Champion?" Liam asked.

"Hufflepuff," Killian mumbled, looking away.

"Do you think the Goblet of Fire would choose a coward?" Liam asked. "Or an idiot? Or a lay-about?"

Killian sniffled and looked uncomfortable.

"Hufflepuffs have all the virtues of the other houses, Killian, and they're fair. Fair and loyal," Liam said. "Hufflepuffs exemplify good form."

Killian fidgeted, not quite pouting, but looking uncomfortable.

"But what if I'm not?" Killian protested after a moment. "What if I'm not brave or clever or ambitious?"

He chewed on his lip and stared up into Liam's eyes.

Liam made a chuffing sound and smiled at Killian.

"Then, little brother, you would not have received a letter."

Killian blinked at that.

Liam clapped his brother on the back and then mussed his hair.

"If there's a Jones brother who should be unhappy with his sorting, Killian, it is not you," Liam said. "Remember that. I'm proud, little brother. I'm proud that you're a Hufflepuff. So should you be."

Killian smiled weakly at Liam.

"Good form?" Killian said after a moment, testing the words. "I like the sound of that."

Liam nodded.

"I thought you might."

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More Killian Jones Backstory: Killian loses Liam:

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Killian didn't particularly care for Christmas.

Liam had died at Christmas.

Killian had been so excited to go home for the holiday during his first year at Hogwarts. But their father's Death Eater "friends" had finally found the Jones brothers. Killian and Liam had run, Liam slinging spells over his shoulder as he propelled the younger boy ahead of him down the alley.

Killian had been sure that they'd made it to safety when he saw the flash of green. Liam made no sound as he fell forward, collapsing onto Killian, eyes glassed in death, mouth slack. Killian choked on his scream, his chest tight in fear and loss.

He didn't get to say goodbye.

Killian stayed in the alley all night, holding his brother's cooling body as tears spilled silently down his cheeks.

In the morning, a muggle garbage man found the Jones brothers and summoned the police.