I've been wanting to write a Harry Potter au since ever! Using the information I had of each of the Ninja's personality, I put them through the sorting hat quiz to sort them into the different houses. The results were a switch between only two houses.

However, I was half shocked and half amused when Lloyd would continuously end up in Slytherin despite me using many different quiz websites.....

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Lloyd lobbed his broomstick at the nearest wall of the Gryffindor common room in rage. The Nimbus Two Thousand collided with a low oak table and clattered to the carpeted floor, its bristles in a disarray. With a sweep of his scarlet and gold Quidditch robes, Lloyd stomped over to an armchair farthest from the discarded broom. He sat down with a huff and glanced sourly at his shoes.

He heard someone tutting and looked up to see Cole rushing over to the Nimbus and picking it up. He neatly placed it against the wall so that it no longer lay in disgrace. The dark-haired fifth year directed an indignant look at Lloyd who rolled his eyes and continued glaring at his shoes.

"Don't take your anger out on the broom, Lloyd," Cole said with the air of a mother who has perpetually banned her older child to bully the younger.

"Yeah, don't beat yourself up about it," came another voice from the portrait hole. Kai was climbing in through the entrance, a slight, forced smile on his lips. "We can't expect you to catch the Snitch every single time, you know."

He would've matched Cole and Lloyd in terms of attire if he hadn't taken off his Quidditch robes, revealing the red t-shirt he always wore underneath. His usually styled and immaculate brown hair were ruffled up from flying around on his broom.

And for pulling on them out of frustration when we lost, Lloyd thought, remembering how loud Kai had cursed when Morro had caught the Snitch, declaring Slytherin the winner. It was a good thing none of the teachers heard him otherwise Gryffindor would've lost many points along with the match.

Lloyd was grateful Cole and Kai were not sulking as much as him. It was his fault they had lost and it was only his right to feel bad. At least, that's what felt appropriate to him.

"Seliel is going to kill me," he muttered, more to himself than his friends. "Better find a closet to hide in and write a will."

Kai pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded admittedly as if it were obvious. "Yep, we all know the safety protocol when Seliel is provoked." Lloyd pretended not to notice when Cole elbowed Kai and frowned at him.

One would think he did it because he didn't want Lloyd to feel worse but the blonde knew it was to express his disagreement on the accusation that Seliel was a control-freak shark with pink-dyed hair, a teal highlight and swan shaped ear studs.

Cole Brookstone, a Beater for Gryffindor, had somewhat of a crush on the team's tenacious captain. Seliel Emerson, who played as one of the three Chasers, was the only female captain in the current four house teams and was the fourth girl to lead a Quidditch team in the history of Hogwarts. Her being a girl captain and her obstinate attitude made her a target of much criticism. Seliel always seemed oblivious to it but Cole never liked the words thrown at her.

Kai, stepping away from the dark-haired boy, understood why he really received the elbow. "Captain's pet," he mumbled, making Lloyd smile a little.

"Look you can't blame Seliel for being a little angry," Cole put in, shrugging. "You know how she gets whenever we compete against Slytherin. Losing to them is nothing short of a calamity for her."

Lloyd appreciated the fact that Cole was sticking up for his crush but he would be ever so grateful if Cole actually helped in saving Lloyd's hide from his dream girl's wrath.

Noises grew louder outside the common room and Lloyd quickly prepared himself to come face to face with the other sullen Gryffindors including the rest of the team. Someone said the password in a disheartened tone of voice and the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. Kids of all years poured in, not daring to meet the eyes of the already present Seeker, Beater and Keeper.

The other two Chasers, Akita and Stephanie (whom everyone called Seven) were at the front of the group. The two gave Lloyd sympathetic glances, looking as if they wanted to say something as well. Before any of them could utter a single word, Kataru, the other Beater and Akita's older brother, burst in through the crowd with a red face and heavy breathing.

"Lloyd, hide!" he yelled, not quite recovering from his mad dash through the castle. "Seliel is on murder-level hundred and she's coming straight for you."

Kataru's warning would've been useful if he'd arrived a few minutes earlier. As soon as he said this, the groups of Gryffindor kids fell back from the entrance cautiously. Kataru was roughly pushed out of the way and there stood the captain herself. Her pink hair appeared red in color as though visualizing her mood.

"Garmadon!" Seliel shouted at the top of her lungs, catching Lloyd in her line of fire.

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Kai, who always got insulted by Seliel during practice and even matches, was familiar with all the scolding and shrieking. Consequently, he sympathized with Lloyd better than anyone else and planned pranks to play on Seliel all the way down to the Great Hall. Cole, still steadfast that the captain's actions should be excused, apologized to Lloyd in her place.

Lloyd did not want to go to dinner. He had made up an excuse that he wasn't feeling well but the truth was he couldn't stand Slytherin's post-victory faces, triumphant smirks and teasing shouts of "L-L-O-Y-D! His dad is bad as so is he!" all through dinner.

Kai and Cole had dragged him along anyway, saying that he needed nutrition to sustain himself after listening to Seliel scream at him for fifteen minutes non-stop.

As soon as the three of them entered the Great Hall, the worst began. The teachers hadn't arrived yet so this gave the students an opportunity to do whatever they liked. Lloyd clenched his teeth and deliberately shuffled over to the lonliest part of the Gryffindor table. Kai and Cole joined him, the former shouting discourteous statements at the Slytherins as they began the teasing song.

"Hey, Lloyd!" Morro yelled as the rhyme died down. "Tell us about your punishment from Captain Pink-Head! Are you going to sweep her house with your Nimbus during the holidays?"

The entire Slytherin table burst out in peals of laughter. A few kids from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff sniggered too. However, the Gryffindors remained stone-faced. Lloyd turned around to glare at the Slytherin Seeker. Morro was too busy laughing at another joke a Slytherin seventh year had just cracked. Lloyd's eyes landed on the girl next to him and his heart skipped a beat and wrenched up at the same time.

Harumi Jade, with her icy blue eyes and snow-white hair, wore an equally cold smirk on her face. Lloyd could not believe how someone, who initially seemed so friendly and innocent, could land in Slytherin, and worse, be a manipulator. Feeling sick, he turned back to the food on his plate.

"I bet the work you'll do at Pink-Head's house would give you enough money to lend some to your Walker friend over there," Morro called out, making Lloyd ball up his fists. "At least then he could buy some new dress robes."

"Another word about Jay or Lloyd and I'll shove the Nimbus down your throat, you whiny, Morro-nic loser!" yelled Nya Smith furiously from the Ravenclaw table, putting a hand on the shoulder of a fifth year next to her with auburn hair, freckles and red-tinged cheeks.

The pun was realized and this time the Slytherins glared while the other three houses tried to suppress their laughter.

"I would be more careful with my words if I were you, Smith," Morro snarled at the girl, who only gazed back with contempt. "At least, I don't go around making friends with people like Garmadon and Walker. They've got muggle filth all over them."

"Don't be so hard on her, Morro," Harumi spoke up loudly, malicious intent sparking in her eyes. "Nya should be appreciated to be such a protective and trust-worthy girlfriend to Jay. Unlike Lloyd, he can actually tell the difference between true feelings and forged."

This comment struck up last year's events into the minds of all the students. When Lloyd Garmadon's first crush, which was a combined plot of the Slytherins, had ridden him of the ability to trust love. His few days of friendship and intimacy with Harumi resulted in the jeopardy of Gryffindor's Quidditch status and the house in general. The Slytherins were all lying, deceptive snakes.

'Never trust a snake,' Aunt Trissy had warned him once. But he had not paid heed.

Lloyd gulped down a lump in his throat as his friends and allies gave him reassuring looks while his enemies let out a loud and taunting "Oooooohhhhh".

The song about him and his father began once more and he tried to drown out the noise. But Morro's insults, Harumi's icy stare and Seliel's earlier scolding made it hard for him to so. Blinking back tears, Lloyd shot up from the table and rushed towards the double doors. The Slytherins' gloating and cheering chased him out of the hall.

"Join forces with the darkside already!" Morro yelled slyly after him as he disappeared into the Entrance Hall. "Your father would be proud of you for once!

"L-L-O-Y-D! His dad is bad and so is he!" echoed like a siren in Lloyd's ringing ears as he made his way to the castle's east courtyard.

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"Don't pay any mind to what the Slytherins say about you or your father, Lloyd," said Zane Julien, another one of his Ravenclaw friends. "They are just greedily hoarding the satisfaction of finally winning against you."

"Zane's right. They're all gits," Jay Walker added, his straight forward words in contrast with Zane's carefully chosen fragments.

"We'll show 'em next time," Cole smiled, clapping Lloyd on the back good-naturedly.

They were all in the east courtyard, sitting under the canopy of the verandah and watching the fountain bubble up and flow with a cheerful babble. The others couldn't eat any longer after Lloyd's departure and had to excuse themselves to come give the blonde some well needed friendly company.

Nya was pacing back and forth in front of the group, muttering negative things about the Slytherins. Kai, her brother, was trying to calm her down but he couldn't resist the urge to spit out a few bad words himself.

"I hate how he keeps insulting your financial situation," Nya hissed, frowning at Jay who let a sliver of hope flicker in his eyes.

"Ravenclaw plays against Slytherin the Tuesday after the next," he informed, straightening his legs, relieving them from their bent position. "I'll show Morro what I'm made of." Jay Walker was the Seeker for Ravenclaw's team and was known for making the quickest catches.

Nya and Zane were the only people in the group who did not play Quidditch but still looked forward to every match. The two engaged themselves more in their spell-casting and magic studies but would always make time and buck up the others during practice.

"Morro and Harumi wouldn't be so smug if I had caught the Snitch." Lloyd tugged on the base of his tie, pulling harder and letting the cloth bite into the back of his neck. "I was so close. It would be in my grasp in seconds if I'd been looking properly."

"You expect too much of yourself," Kai said, leaning against a pillar of dark stone. "You need to try and stop pushing past your limits." The brunet snorted, pulling on a smirk to indicate he was joking with what he said next. "Maybe you really should've gone to Slytherin. You're too ambitious for your own good."

"Kai," Nya began in a warning tone but Lloyd waved it off.

"I think he's right," he said, smiling faintly at the ground. The sudden silence of his group told him he'd agreed to something shocking. He endeavored to direct his smile up at them to let them know that he too was joking. To some extent, though. That put them all to ease.

Lloyd had only recently revealed the detail to his friends about how the Sorting Hat had personally chosen him for Slytherin and kept insisting on it despite his constant denials. Lloyd had used up all his willpower to make his entire being radiate with the desire to go to any house except Slytherin.

So, the Sorting Hat had finally yelled out "Gryffindor", causing the respective table to clap uncertainly, (no one was really keen on having the son of a Death Eater in their house).

"It seems only fitting that I become one of the serpents," Lloyd continued, more bitterly this time. He hesitated for a bit before deciding there was no point ignoring the fact. "Besides, my father was in Slytherin."

They all went quiet again, the silence awkward. Finally, Jay managed a smile and patted Lloyd's shoulder. "Er . . . at least your mother wasn't in Slytherin."

Lloyd rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Yeah, like I'm Ravenclaw material."

"No, but you're definitely Gryffindor material," Kai chimed in, raising a fist and trying to lighten up the mood.

A far off ringing and jingling sound broke them out of their little trip down Lloyd's family history. The sun was nearly down and the curfew bell rang throughout the castle. The group immediately got up and dusted off their robes. Nya pulled out her wand, muttered a spell and all of their clothes puffed out clean and dust-free.

"Thanks," the boys replied in unison.

The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws bid each other goodbye before making their way to their respective common rooms.

"Hey," Lloyd called back to Jay. The ginger turned about, gazing back expectantly. "I'm giving you a Snitch target of ten minutes. Think you can top it?"

"You're on," Jay said, accompanying his words with a double-fingered salute.

The two shared knowing looks before moving to catch up with their house fellows.

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The dark figure apparated into the misty grounds outside the decade old mansion, the moonless night causing the darkness around him to almost seem solid. His cloak trailed after him on the grass as he took quick steps towards the low, silvery hue that emanated from the other side of the grounds.

Closing in, he noticed the other Death Eaters dressed up in various clothing of blacks and grays. They appeared to be standing on either side of him in two parallel lines, forming a sort of path all the way up to the massive garden bench. He was surprised to see that a welcoming party had been appointed to greet him.

Someone rested on the bench at the end of the garden, completely shrouded in darkness and mist. Evil radiated from the being and he could feel the fear in the hearts of the Death Eaters. But he wasn't afraid. He was the Overlord's most trusted ally. Or so he would be tested to prove tonight.

He drew closer to the Overlord, lit up wands casting a silvery glow on his face. His blood-shot, crimson eyes peeked out from under his hood which he slowly pulled back with a gloved hand. His face was gaunt and pale from various areas. Dark circles lay under his hollow, almost dead eyes. His graying hair was rough and messy, like it hadn't been brushed in years. A few of his fellow Death Eaters drew back at his sudden reveal, sharp inhales sounding in the otherwise silent night.

The Overlord's evil grin stood shining like a glinting knife against the shadows. He stood up slowly and approached the newcomer, standing a few meters away. He raised his hands and the murmuring among the Death Eaters seized.

"So good to have you back among us, old friend," the Overlord spoke in a raspy utterance, eyes taking in the faults of his face. "I daresay Azkaban hasn't been kind to you, Garmadon. The Dementors truly are awful creatures."

"I escaped when I heard of your return," Garmadon spoke, not letting the fatigue of the ten-year long imprisonment show in his voice. "I felt the earth quiver and knew what it was."

The Overlord dismissed the comment, turning around as if disappointed. "That's what they all said," he rasped, gesturing at the others wizards. Everyone stiffened at that, not even daring to breathe effectively. "I've been finding my faith in you deteriorating, Garmadon. After all, it is your son who the prophecy mentions."

Garmadon flinched ever so slightly. He tried to compose himself but the unsettling aura all around him was hindering the process. "As I've told you countless times, the birth of my son has always struck to me as an insult to my loyalty to you."

The Overlord laughed a dry, scratchy laugh. Garmadon recoiled and the other Death Eaters stepped back. "Is that so?" hissed the Overlord, his canines protruding from under his top lip like daggers. "Then why do you strive to protect him?"

"I- I don't," Garmadon replied immediately, almost in confusion.

The Overlord produced his wand from under his robes and brought forth the floating form of someone from the dark abyss of the garden behind him. "Don't tell me you didn't instruct this mudblood to leave your son and sever all ties with him so that he couldn't be traced!"

Garmadon felt as if something was gripping his throat, preventing him from breathing. Next to the Overlord, tied up, gagged, bruised, glasses missing and braided hair in a disarray, was his wife. Her skin appeared colorless and pale as though she had just survived Azkaban as well. If she hadn't been staring at him with wide, tearful eyes, Garmadon would've been convinced she was dead.

"Misako!" The name tumbled impulsively  from his mouth and he made no efforts to stamp out the fear and worry in his voice. The woman let out a muffled scream of desperation as soon as she realized he recognized her but the gag obscured the attempt.

"Didn't you tell her to give Lloyd to her sister?" the Overlord whispered dangerously, all evil humor gone from his face. "Her muggle sister whom she knew I would never be able to get through to."

Garmadon wiped the sweat off his forehead, eyes trained on his wife. "My lord, believe me, I didn't! She did that on her own."

"She must've known about the prophecy," one of the Death Eaters put in.

"Who could've told her that, I wonder?" asked the Overlord dubiously, bearing Garmadon down with his piercing gaze.

"I never betrayed you!" Garmadon protested, sounding helpless. "I don't harbour even a shred of love and care for my son! Anything that goes against you, I loathe it!"

"Then what about her?" the Overlord demanded, wand pointed at Misako like a spear. She had begun to cry. Tears actively steamed down her face and she looked at Garmadon as if her heart would break.

"I'll– I'll make her understand," Garmadon stammered, stepping closer to the figure of his wife. "She can be useful to us. I'm sure Lloyd misses his mother. We can use her as bait." He felt more than ten pairs of eyes following his every move. The other Death Eaters were probably enjoying this.

Misako screamed herself hoarse, face red and eyes glaring daggers at her husband. The Overlord merely looked agitated. "What is it, girl?" he said loudly and with exasperation. With a flick of his wand, the gag flew out of Misako's mouth and she coughed and sputtered.

Without even waiting for air to fill up her lungs sufficiently, she raged. "You monster!" she yelled at Garmadon, struggling against the ropes binding her. She half looked like she wanted to break free and strangle the man. "I will never help your soulless kind! I will never put my son in danger in return for your pity!"

Garmadon shook his head. "Misako, please. Try to understand. The dark lord will grant us more than we desire if we aid him. What is Lloyd compared to all the power we shall receive?"

The woman spat out a swear word, the fire in her eyes so strong it could almost dry out her tears. "Lloyd is everything to me! And if protecting him means I will not be shown mercy . . ." Misako paused, her breathing irregular from all the adrenaline, " . . . so be it." Her voice became determined and she sounded like she was challenging fatal danger.

The Overlord bore the look of a person who's clearly impressed by someone's daring attitude. He smiled his ugly grin at a shocked Garmadon. "What do you say, old friend? Should I oblige to her dying wish?"

"No," Garmadon said weakly. "Let me talk to her. Let me–"

"Kill me now!" Misako cut him off, desperation leaking in.

The Overlord, always looking for an excuse to end a life, ignored Garmadon's protests and directed his wand at the woman once more.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"NO!" Garmadon screamed but it was too late. He watched, horror-struck, as the floating effect disintegrated and his wife's limp body tumbled to the ground. She lay there, unmoving. Everything was silent. Nobody spoke. It felt inappropriate to utter a single thing.

Garmadon didn't realize he was staggering closer to Misako's lifeless form. His mind only contained the echos of her pleading to be killed. Numbness invaded his legs and he fell to his knees at her side. He shakily let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding, pulling the woman onto his lap. It was beneficial that Misako had shut her eyes before the spell hit her otherwise Garmadon wouldn't be able to look into her dead gaze.

He tried hard not to let sobs come out as he connected his forehead with Misako's cold one. Tears only threatened to fall but never fell. The fear of what the dark lord would do was great. Garmadon felt a scabbed hand rest on his shoulder. The evil was so close to him. The evil who had promised power and glory but took his entire life away. And now it was after his son.

"You've been a dedicated follower of mine, Garmadon," the Overlord spoke quietly though his tone rang with warning. "In return for your service, I'm giving you a chance to decide once more where your allegiance lies."

Without looking down at the couple, the dark lord shuffled away. All the Death Eaters followed, leaving Garmadon to mourn alone. As he brushed a loose strand of Misako's hair away from her face, the prophecy came back to him. And this time, he clearly interpreted what it meant.

The child of the ally most revered

Will spell the dark lord's final demise

But the fall of one can be broken

At the hands of a loyal sacrifice

The Overlord had thought the latter part meant he could sacrifice one of his followers to make himself stronger. He had demolished one of his oldest Death Eaters, Samukai, to bring himself to power. He had thought the prophecy had been fulfilled. All that was left was to fight the child of the most revered and win.

But it had meant something else. Something Garmadon had once heard his brother say.

"The Overlord is the embodiment of hate and destruction."

"Love is like an infection to him. It burns him like acid."

"The strongest act of love can shield a person and crumble the Overlord enough for him to be stamped out of existence."

"And there is no love that is stronger than a mother's sacrifice for her child."

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