I DO NOT own Harry Potter or Fairy Tail...only the story and the OC.

When the doors opened, a boy slowly walked into the middle of the Hall.

Everyone was shocked and amazed with the boy's face.

Then again murmurs started to fill the Hall.

"Bloody Hell" Ron muttered not too loudly. After saying this Harry and Hermione too were as shocked as anyone else.

The Boy had an eye patch covering his right eye, which had a very visible vertical scar under the eyepatch, and another shorter horizontal one on the left cheek.

"Oh Dear!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"I would only suppose that this was your emergency Mr. Vanderbosch?" he continued.

"Yes Professor, My Deepest apologies for my tardiness." The Boy formally replied.

"Formalities? Definately a Pure-Blood...wait Vanderbosch? Were have I heard that name before?" one Draco Malfoy thought to himself.

"Gasp* It's Him" Luna Lovegood thought. And offcourse she knew it was him she shared a compartment with him in the train, and she definately didn't forget his face, which leaves her bewildered, and also shocked at his scars on his face, and they look as if they already healed a long time ago.

"There is nothing to be forgiven for, but may I kindly ask what has happened last night?" The Professor politely asked.

Nicholas was silent at first.

"I am afraid I cannot say," The Boy once again replied.

'What could have happened? Yesterday he was fine.' Luna thought.

Along with the rest of the students, they were all murmuring to one another.

Hermione could only observe this suspicious character. Harry and Ron noticed this, but only decided to talk about it later. Harry, Ron, and Hermione later glanced at the faculty table and saw that most of the Professors are also a bit bewildered with the "new student", most of them were also murmuring to one another about the boy now called Mr. Vanderbosch.

Harry glanced at their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin who was looking as if he saw a ghost. Harry then glanced at the potions master. Professor Snape seemed to be more serious than usual starring at the boy as if he knew him from somehere.

Dumbledore deciding to ask the boy about it later continued, "Very well now since it is getting a little bit late I suppose we should be getting on with your sorting Mr. Vanderbosch."

"Ofcourse Professor," the boy once again greeted formally.

"Now then we may now begin your sorting Mr. Nicholas Vanderbosch," Dumbledore told the boy.

The first stood silently for a few seconds. Then he found himself walking towards the sorting hat that was magically teleported there.

As Nicholas walked towards the Sorting hat, the rest of the students were once again murmuring amongst themselves.

"I wonder which house he will be?" one Hufflepuff asked.

"He'll probably be in Ravenclaw," one Slytherin said.

"No, he has Slytherin material," Daphne Greengrass replied to the other Slytherin.

"I wonder were he'll be sorted in," Ron said to Harry.

"Well that is only between the Sorting hat and the person being sorted. Dont you remember our first year?" Hermione replied.

"Only difference is he'll be in the same year as us." Harry told them.

Nicholas stopped in front of the hat.

There was silence.

He just stared at it.

"Uhh...does he know what he's supposed to do?" another student murmured to another.

The Slytherins were trying to hold their laughter.

Realizing that Nicholas didn't know what to do "You may now sit and put it on your head." Dumbledore calmly told Nicholas.

Embarrased but not really affected, Nicholas did what he was told. He slowly lifted the hat, sat on the stool and then wore the hat ontop of his brownish black haired head.

There was silence.

Everyone was waiting for something to happen. Nicholas' face was stern and serious, and this made everyone even more anxious about the situation.

"What's taking so long?" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione.

"The hat is probably telepathically talking to him right now. Don't you remember? You went through this before. " Hermione replied.

"Oh yeah, I remember." remarked Ron.

Harry just smiled at Hermione's sarcastic remark.

Five minuites have passed, and everyone was starting to get impatient. Nicholas' face changed from stern and serious to confused and dumbfounded.

The Trio noticed this.

Then suddenly...

"HAHAHA!!"

Everyone got startled at the sound of laughter (Nicholas included), then they saw the Sorting Hat laughing hard. The students were a bit freaked out, because the sorting hat does not usually do this.

"What is the matter old friend?" Dumbledore asked the hat.

"I haven't felt this in years! Haha, Albus after so long another Vanderbosch has come to be sorted! Haha." The Sorting Hat bellowed.

The Hall was full of confused students and dumbfounded professors.

Nicholas looked as if he didn't know what was happening.

Harry didn't know what was going on, the sorting hat acted rather odd than usual, but later shrugged of the idea because the student that was being sorted too was also unusual being late for three years, Harry wondered what was his reason why. Harry then glanced at Professor Snape, and he looked bewildered at the sorting hat's words.

"Another Vanderbosch?" Nicholas asked confused.

"Yes, right you are my boy, but as it appears to me you do not know anything about your family. Do you?" The Sorting hat told Nicholas.

"No...it appears I don't," Nicholas replied with a trace of solemn grief, but his face showed traces of anger on it.

When the students heard this they where now once again murmuring to one another.

"Clearly something like this has never happened before," Hermione beckoned to Harry.

"No I s'pose not," Harry replied.

"Well, let me tell you. Your family is one of the oldest Pure-Blood families in the world...a family even older than the Olivanders." The Hat told Nicholas.

The students were definately astonished at this news, because most of them did not know about this.

"I knew it!" Draco Malfoy silently remarked.

"Along with this school's great founders, one of your ancestors helped in creation of me, The Sorting Hat. Ofcourse the founders were the ones who created the hat and they created me with their magic...and as well as the unique, amazing, different magic wielded by Cornelius Vanderbosch. Your ancestor from centuries ago, and I find it odd that his unique magical presence runs through you. Only yours is different...more deeper and indepth. Which makes me rather joyful about this haha!" The Hat told Nicholas.

Nicholas was only silent, and his face was a mixture of confusion and embarassment.

The rest of the students really did'nt know what was going on. Harry just watched and waited for what is to come. Hermione on the other hand was keen on listening to every word just to feed up her ever growing curiosity. On the Ravenclaw table a most of the students and Luna too, and due to their curious trait, they just listened and waited.

"Your family also attended this school alongside the other wizards and witches in the world. They were known for their brains and cunning." The hat continued.

"That makes two possibilities, Slytherin and Ravenclaw." Harry told Ron and Hermione.

"But, most of them I had sorted into the Slytherin House, and only 4 Vanderboches landed on the Ravenclaw House." the Hat told Nicholas.

The students once again whispered to one another about this new information.

"A Pure-Blood Family to the right House." Draco Malfoy told his seatmates.

"Yes indeed this would make a good and fine addition to our House." Blaise Zabini replied

"And what's this got to do with me?" Nicholas replied already knowing that the sorting was taking too long.

"Because, you my boy are quite different than your family." The Hat once again told Nicholas.

Nicholas' face once again changed to confusion.

"Different? Different how?" Nicholas asked the Hat with a bit of a demanding tone..

"You have intense qualities from all of the Houses, which makes you very very difficult to sort." The hat announced.

Now the Hall was now full of loud murmurs because this sorting was too unusual. Even the members of the faculty were also getting a little befuddled by this.

"What!"

"How?"

"Impossible."

The hall was full of renarks, murmurs, and whisphers of disbelief and amazement mostly from the students.

And because of the hat's previous remark Harry remembered his own sorting, which the hat also once remarked it being difficult.

Dumbledore and the rest of the faculty only observed in silence.

"Now to begin your sorting we must characterize your intense qualities."

Nicholas' face took an emotionless turn.

Now the Hall fell silent.

Then the hat spoke up.

"First things first...you are highly inteligent and a fast learner, a trait you got from both your mother and father's side. But, aside from your father's already inteligent family, you got most of your inteligence and curiosity from your mother's side, which was another well known Pure-Blood family."

Nicholas' face was still emotionless. Only being silent just to be done with it.

"Another trait or quality you have is Loyalty, it was evident that you did something out of sheer loyalty in the past." The hat said.

Nicholas only grimaced and his face changed from emotionless to solemn and just looked down at the floor. A painful memory has resurfaced in his mind. And still he remained silent.

"Loyalty?" Susan Bones told herself and the rest of the hall once again murmured and whisphered. Especially the Hufflepuff table.

"Yet two more qualities remain. And you have more of these qualities than the first two...Bravery and Cunning, but which weighs more. There were multiple times when you saw nothing but death and darkness, as it is evident with your appearance, and only your cunning has brought you to where you are now. But, which is the quality that outmatches all the others?" The hat asked himself.

Nicholas was once again silent at the hat's remarks.

"What happens now?" Luna thought.

The situation now filled the Great Hall with tension and suspense.

"Each quality of yours does have a unique tale and song of it's own, tales of grief, of happines, and of love. And, only one has outmatched the other three." The hat spoke.

Everyone was now finally silent as they are finally about to know which house Nicholas Vanderbosch was about to be sorted in.

Nicholas only looked down and just waited patiently.

"Better be..." The Hat announced.

There was silence.

"GRYFFINDOR!!"

There was a loud applause that covered the entire Great Hall. Everyone clapped loudly to Celebrate the welcoming of a new student

'We have a new schoolmate' Luna happily thought while clapping alongside her housemates

'Nicholas Vanderbosch...hmmm intetesting I'll just ask father about knowing anyone named Vanderbosch...I swear I heard that name somewhere before," Thought Draco Malfoy.

Though they were still a little bit befuddled by the Sorting Hat's unusual actions, but still the students of the Griffindor table warmly welcomed Nicholas.

"Hello and welcome to Griffindor. I'm Percy, Prefect and Head boy of the Griffindor House." Percy welcomed the new student.

Nicholas smiled and shook hands with Percy.

"Hello name's Seamus." Nicholas did the same thing with Seamus.

"And this is Nevile, George, Fred, Ron and Harry Potter." Seamus continued.

Nicholas waved at them with a friendly smile.

"Hello." Lavander and Ginny greeted.

"Nice to meet you." Nicholas replied with a smile.

After the first greetings Nicholas finally started munching down his own plate. Which , much to anyone's dismay was a little too fast for how a normal person would eat.

Hermione (and a few other people) was watching Nicholas, with traces of disgust, and curiosity on her face. Harry and Ron saw this, and then Ron decided to poke her shoulder. Fred and George were trying to hold their laughter. Nicholas realizing that Hermione was staring. "Sorry I just haven't eaten all day." Nicholas spoke. Then she replied. "Oh its alright, I'm just not used to...um...see someone eat that fast. I am sorry if I offended you." Hermione replied embarrased.

"None taken." Nicholas calmly replied with a smile.

Ron then asked Nicholas a question.

"Oy mate might I ask you a question?" Ron asked Nicholas.

"Ok...and what might that be?" Nicholas in return replied with a question.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Then he asked away.

"I don't mean to pry, but how did you get such a big scar?" Ron asked.

'Not to mention said scar is bloody bigger than Harry's' Ron thought at the back of his head.

Nicholas swallowed his food, then replied "An emergency happened, and sometimes accidents can happen around emergencies."

"Oh..." remarked Ron.

As Nicholas took another spoonful, Hermione then asked a question. "The Sorting Hat said that you are from a Pure Blood family, but I have never heard of..." then Nicholas cut her off, "The name Vanderbosch?" Nicholas said while putting down his spoon, then looked at Hermione with a questioning manner.

Hermionie paused and was a bit dumbfounded, then answered, "Yes."

Nicholas only sighed and took another spoonful. "That adds up to the things I did not know about my family," he said with a solemn tone.

There was a bit of an awkward silence, but it was soon broken when Nicholas asked a question "Does that Sorting hat usually sort like I was sorted?"

Most of the students within the 3 feet radius of Nicholas heard this.

"Uhhh...no," Harry answered the question.

"Hmmm..." was Nicholas' only response.

"Well usually that Hat sorts the student without talking and, not to mention laughing, it usually talks to you telepathically then only shouts the name of the house you are sorted into," Hermione elaborated.

"I would imagine your surprise with what just happened," Nicholas said before drinking from his goblet.

The Feast finished with an entertainment provided by the Hogwarts ghosts. They popped out of the walls and tables (much to Nicholas' surprise since he never saw a ghost before) to do a bit of formation gliding; Nearly Headless Nick, (who was surprised that the new student shared the name he has,) the Gryffindor ghost, had a great success with a reenactment of his own botched be-heading.

It had been such a pleasant evening that Harry's good mood couldn't even be spoiled by Malfoy, who shouted through the crowd as they left the hall, "The dementors send their love, Potter!"

"What's with him?" Nicholas asked Harry.

"Probably just bored," Hermione told Nicholas who was alongside them.

"Probably," Harry then remarked, and Ron only nodded in agreement.

As The Four houses started to seperate to head to the dormitories. Luna glanced at Nicholas for a few seconds. She saw that he was already socializing with his housemates, then she went along with her own housemates before they would leave her behind.

Later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Nicholas followed the rest of the Gryffindors along the usual path to Gryffindor Tower, but when they reached the corridor that ended with the portrait of the Fat Lady, they found it jammed with students.

"Why isn't anyone going in?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry peered over the heads in front of him. The portrait seemed to be closed.

"What's going on?" Nicholas asked.

"I don't know," said Harry.

"Let me through, please," came Percy's voice, and he came bustling importantly through the crowd. "What's the holdup here? You can't all have forgotten the password-excuse me, I'm Head Boy-"

And then a silence fell over the crowd, from the front first, so that a chill seemed to spread down a corridor. They heard Percy say, in a suddenly sharp voice, "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

People's heads turned; those at the back were standing on tiptoe.

"What's going on?" said Ginny, who had just arrived.

A moment later, Professor Dumbledore was there, sweeping toward the portrait; the Gryffindors squeezed together to let him through, and Harry and the Group moved closer to see what the trouble was.

"Oh my-" Hermione gasped.

The Fat Lady had vanished from her portrait, which had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas littered the floor; great chunks of it had been torn away completely.

Nicholas was silently looking around for anything unusual that could have anything to do with the incident, or more like trying to sense odd magical activities in the area.

Dumbledore took a quick look at the torn painting and turned, his eyes somber, to see Professors McGonnagall, Snape, and Lupin hurrying toward him.

"We need to find her," said Dumbledore. "Professor McGonnagall, please go to Mr. Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

"You'll be lucky!" said a cackling voice.

It was Peeves the Poltergeist, bobbing over the crowed and looking delighted, as he always did, at the sight of wreckage or worry.

"What do you mean Peeves?" said Dumbledore calmly, and Peeves's grin faded a little. He didn't dare taunt Dumbledore. Instead he adopted an oily voice that was no better than his cackle.

"Ashamed, your headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying somthing dreadful." he said happily. "Poor thing," he added unconvincingly.

"Did she say who did it?" said Dumbledore quietly.

"Oh yes Professorhead," said Peeves, with the air of one cradling a large bombshell in his arms. "He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in you see." Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore from between his own legs.

What Peeves said next shocked everyone in the area, Nicholas included.

"Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."