I don't own any of it.

When you go to Hogwarts, you tend to see some pretty strange things. Mountain trolls on Halloween, creepy teacher with a man on the back of his head, etc. So, long story short, you tend to think that you've seen everything.

However, your opinion might be changed when, in the middle of the first year's sorting of your second year, a large portal appears out of nowhere and dumps 11 kids on your floor.

It gets better when they start yelling at each other.

"What the-"

"Where are we?!"

"I am going to destroy Klarion!"

"Why am I short?!"

"Uh, my king?"
"…"

"Flash, your SHORT! HAHAHHAHAHHA!"

The best part is that they don't even realize that they are in the middle of a gathering until Dumbledore steps in.

"Excuse me?"

The bickering continued, since no one paid any attention to Dumbledore.

"EXCUSE ME!"

That's when it stopped, and they realized that they were in the middle of the great hall. With people. That had sticks. And were aiming the sticks at them.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but you seem to have fallen into our sorting ceremony. May I ask who you are, or where you came from?"
A seemingly sweet 17 year old with blue eyes and a strand of hair annoyingly hung in the middle of his head. "Hello sir. If you would please ask the children behind us to lower whatever weapons they are pointing at us?"

Dumbledore gave a glance, and the wands went down.

"Ahh, thank you," the boy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I apologize, but my colleagues don't exactly like threats."

"No one does," The old man said. "Well, I would love to keep talking, but I am sure that these children would appreciate to being sorted. How about we continue this in my office? Minerva, can you finish the sorting? Severus, please come with me."

Minerva nodded as the group, along with Dumbledore and Severus, strode down the hall.

Just as they were in the middle, the Blue eyed boy called up to the rafters. "Come on, Bruce, Richard. You can trust him."

Suddenly, two small figures with black cloaks fell from the ceiling. One was taller than the other, although not by much. They were silent as they caught up with the group, as most of the students stared in wonder.

Right after they closed the door on the group of 13 and the teachers, they continued sorting. this event would lead any person in Harry Potter's position to ask,

"Who are these people?"

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Harry woke up, glad to be back at Hogwarts. He went to get dressed, find Ron, and head down to the Great Hall.

"Hey, mate!"

Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley, ran up to him.

"Hi, Ron. How was your summer?"

"It was great! Yours?"

Harry gave Ron an"Are you kidding me?" look.

"Sorry, mate. Well, oh, dang it! We're gonna be late for breakfast if we don't hurry!"

We raced to the Great Hall.

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Ron and Harry sat down by Hermione, right before the breakfast began.

"You guys were almost late," she whispered harshly.

"Sorry, Ron was talking to me," Harry whispered sheepishly.

"Hey, don't blame-"

"Welcome, Hogwarts students! This is your first day of classes, and before you dig in and get your schedules, I would like to place a special announcement."

"As you all know, we had a few unexpected visitors during last night's sorting. I am here to tell you that, due to some fortunate and unfortunate circumstances, they will be participating at Hogwarts this year for an undetermined amount of time! So, we will be quickly sorting them this morning."

Many murmurs sprang up while they got out the sorting hat. I looked around for the kids that had decided to "visit." They were all sitting at a table in the back of the room. Instead of the t-shirts with strange emblems and jeans. Ya know, except for the two creepy cloaks, who seemed to have robes that actually showed their faces now.

"All right everyone, let's show them some respect. First is a new third year, Kaldur Ahm!"

The African American with blonde hair walked up to the front with a steady and brisk pace. The hat was on him for mere moments before it screamed," RAVENCLAW!"

"Next up is a fifth year, Barry Allen!"

A blonde male headed up to the podium, seemingly restraining himself from running. He had light green eyes and a smile on his face. The hat sat on his head for a few moments before deciding,"RAVENCLAW!"

Man, Ravenclaw was getting a bunch of members today.

The table cheered for the blonde as he skipped to a seat.

"Next up, the third year Artemis Crock!"

The girl that strode up had that kind of look that said, "Don't even think about trying something or I'll crush you." She had longer blonde hair, and striking blue eyes.

The hat seemed to glare at here, and was on her for exactly three seconds before shouting, "SLYTHERIN!"

"Now it is time for Arthur Curry, a fifth year!"

The blonde man strode up to the chair with a rather arrogant aura. He sat down near the hat and seemed to be waiting impatiently. The hat finally called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

He came over to the table and sat down by Fred Weasley.

"Please come up, Richard Grayson, third year."

The boy who came up was shorter than average, and had bright blue eyes. He had been one of the people with cloaks on. With jet black hair and a mischievous grin, he sat on the stool. This boy probably took longer than the last three combined, but then finally said, "SLYTHERIN!"

Even though the table clapped, most of the student's mouths fell open. No offense, but the kid didn't look nearly scary enough for the table.

"Next is the third year, Roy Harper!"

The angry looking red head seemed to stomp up to the stool, muttering something about,"Stupid dimension traveling." He sat there for a few seconds before the hat yelled,"GRYFFINDOR!"

Again, that was kind of a shocker, but not as much as the short kid. He walked over to the table and sat by Arthur.

"Come forward, John Jones, sixth year."

This guy had shockingly green hair. He walked up to the stool, slowly but surely. Once he made it up there, he sat down for a while before the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"

He calmly went and sat by Kaldur.

"Sixth year Clark Kent!"

The boy that had talked to Dumbledore walked up to the stool, smiling extremely brightly. The hat wasn't even completely on him before it yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
He ran and sat down by Cedric Diggory.

"Come on up, Conner Kent, third year."

The boy looked exactly like the man before, except he seemed angrier. He stalked up to the hat, and it pondered a while. The hat, after quite a long time, decided to put him in," HUFFLEPUFF."
He went and begrudgingly sat by Clark. This boy was also a shocker, as many expected a Slytherin out of him.

"Next is Megan Morse, third year!"

This girl also had bright red hair, and seemed to be excited as she skipped up to the hat. It took a surprisingly long time to sort her. The hat finally yelled,"HUFFLEPUFF."

She went to sit down by Conner, and the boy seemed to brighten up at the sight of her.

"Oliver Queen, fifth year! Your next!"

The blonde seemed to be smirking at the ladies as he walked up to the podium. He sat there with a sly smirk on his face until the hat yelled," GRYFFINDOR!"

He walked over to the table and sat by Roy, who dropped his head to the table in exasperation.

"Bruce Wayne, fifth year, please come up."

The room fell silent as he stalked to the front. He had sharp blue eyes, and dark black hair. He kind of looked like Richard. He was extremely pale, though. He seemed to glare at everything and everyone. He even seemed to scare the hat. After a few moments, the hat seemed to be scared at whatever was in the kid's head, because he brokenly called out,"SL..SLYY…THERIN…"

As we all stared in horror as the kid took off the hat with a smirk, as if to say, "I told you so." He stalked over to the table and sat by Richard, who seemed utterly pleased by the other's presence.

After Dumbledore recovered, he read the last name on the list.
"And last but not least, Wallace West, Third year."

Wally almost ran up to the podium, but seemed to be restraining himself, walked briskly to the front, his bright orange hair following him. As he sat down to put on the hat, right as it touched his head, he yelled," GRYFFINDOR!"

After the 13 had been sorted, the schedules had been handed out. Wally, Oliver, Roy, and Arthur seemed pleased with their schedules.

"Hey Roy, guess what? We have Potions and Broom Flying stuff with Dick!"

"Well, at least I'll enjoy two classes." The red head grumbled.

Ron looked at the two and their schedules, and gasped. "Your excited to have classes with a SLYTHERIN?"

The two laughed. "Yeah, why not? Dick is in there!"

"Well usually, people in Gryffindor don't like Slytherin." Harry explained. "Kind of like your friends over there."

Arthur and Oliver were practically shaking, seemingly terrified. "We h-h-ha-a-ve TWO clas-s-s-es wi-th-th BRUCE." Oliver sighed.

Harry and Ron gave them looks of sympathy. They had seen the creepy kid too, and they felt bad for them. Wally and Roy started to snicker. "You know," Roy said in a lighter mood. "I feel really sorry for the Slytherin house…"
"They have two bats in their belfry."

Harry looked at them questionably. Two bats?