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Percie POV

"CATCH THE IDIOTIC REPAIR BOY!!!" Thalia was screeching. Hold on. Let's back up a bit here.

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"Hello, Hazel!" Leo said much too cheerfully, entering the big house for the counselors meeting strangely early.

"Hi..." Hazel responded slightly uncertainly.

"Would you just pass me that jar of skittles over there that Chiron seems to have misplaced?"

She shrugged and passed it to him. He ate the whole fucking jar - might I add that it was full- in like, one minute. Leo grinned maniacally and thanked her. "Gem girl... Thank you for your service!" And ran out of the room faster than she could blink.

That's when Hazel realized her mistake.

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He then went back to his cabin and changed into a stupid butterfly costume and ran all over camp half-blood screaming crazy things that no - one could quite make out.

Aaand now we're back where we began, with Thalia screeching "CATCH THE IDIOTIC REPAIR BOY!!!" I joined 'cause, why not?

After two minutes of chasing him, I caught up and shoved Leo on his face, probably breaking his nose in the process, and put my knee on his back and forearm on the back of his neck.

Then came the crash. He literally passed out. I got up and rolled him over so Will or one of his siblings could heal Leo.

I high - fived Thalia and looked over to where Andrew, Jason, Piper, Nico, Reyna, Hazel, Frank, and Will were standing, looking amused. Well, with the exception of Will who was ranting to Nico about why he shouldn't eat junk food (namely, McDonald's).

Me and Thalia shared a look that said 'if Will cares so much about health, he should go over there and FIX VALDEZ'S DAM NOSE!!!' not many people know this, but me and Thalia are like sisters, along with Nico, who is like our brother.

Anyway, we assigned some people to feed Valdez to the harpies. Not really, though both Nico and Hades owe me favours... No, we didn't feed him to the harpies, but we did get the counselors meeting started.

Andrew POV

After the fiasco with Leo, and he woke up, we had our counselors meeting.

"Well, since we had a bit of a delay," Chiron said with a pointed look at Leo, who grinned madly, "we'll get straight to the main point of this meeting. Lady Hecate has asked that I send a group of nine demigods to her pet world."

Everyone expressed some form of shock, whether that be gasping, or a mere eyebrow raise. Except for Lou Ellen, however. She was smiling smugly while inspecting her fingernails.

"Chiron, isn't Hecate's pet world a myth? Like, waaaaay more of a myth than we all are?" Percie asked from beside me.

"No, Percie. Lady Hecate's pet world is the same amount of a myth as we all are." Chiron replied.

"Who's going to go? Like, the seven, Lou Ellen, and Nico?" I wondered aloud.

"Close, son of Athena." said a disoriented voice.

We all went on high alert, then she made herself visible. Lady Hecate.

Everyone but Percie, who nodded at Hecate, went to bow, but she said "Don't bow. Also, just call me Hecate. Going back to your previous question, Andrew, I was hoping I could choose?"

It wasn't really a question.

"Persephone Jackson-"

"Of course, my Lady Hecate"

200 drachmas if you couldn't guess Percie bowed, despite being told not to.

Hecate smirked slightly and corrected herself

"Percie Jackson," Perce stood and sat, looking rather pleased with herself

"Andrew Chase, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Leo Valdez, Thalia, and Nico Di Angelo."

"Hecate, why are we doing this? Like, why are we supposed to care about... whatever it is we're gonna be doing? If we have to fight in another godsdamned fucking war-" Thalia was cut off.

"Because," Hecate replied, " while you won't be fighting a war for them, they just got out of their war-"

"Good for them." I heard Nico mutter, "We just got out of our second."

"And I think they could use your advice," Hecate continued, "and some of them could definitely use your attitude, demigod flair, and," as Hecate said this she looked in Percie, Thalia, and Nico's direction, "'sass' and sarcasm."

Thalia, Percie, and Nico shared a smirk.

"That is all. They can't know you're demigods until you've spoken with me and I've allowed it. Have a nice day, everyone. And, Lou Ellen, you've been doing quite well." Hecate disappeared in a small cloud of black and silver dust, leaving nine letters in Greek and Latin.

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Ginny POV

I cannot even begin to express how much pain my ears are in right now.

"You good, 'Mione?" Harry asked from beside me, as Hermione just went to check the mail.

"ALL OF US GET TO GO BACK TO HOGWARTS!!!" Hermione screamed back, obviously very excited.

She just came back into the living room with the mail in her hands when Mum walked in with Ron behind her, eating a plateful of chicken wings.

"You children can read those later. Dumbledore has asked that everyone, in The Order or not, come to this meeting."

Ron groaned, obviously not thrilled at the idea of not eating his chicken right now. "Put the dam chicken down, you idiotic jar of peanut butter." I commanded, trailing Harry, who was more excited than Ron that time he got to eat five whole pies for lunch.

The meeting was extremely boring.

I spent half the time thinking about my summer life. Camp Half-Blood.

Oh, yeah, to all you stupid readers who thought my POV wasn't here for a reason, now you know.

Me and the twins are children of Hermes.

Also, Luna (Iris), Hermione (Athena), Neville (Ceres), Draco (Athena), Blaise (Apollo), Theo (Venus), Professor Snape (yes, he's still alive. He is a potions teacher, for Hades' sake! You don't think he had a antidote to stupid snake venom while spying on a ruthless killer with a snake pet?)(Hecate), and Daphne (Demeter).

We're also good friends with Astoria, Daphne's lil' sis, and Pansy Parkinson.

I still remember the day I that we officially met. Like, civilly...

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It was Wednesday, so it was our weekly demiwizard meetup. Two years ago.

Me and Hermione were a bit late, as Harry and Ron were pestering us about where we were going.

I saw Astoria and Pansy on one of the couches that we have (btw, this is the ROR) "Draco," Hermione asked, "Do they know?" She gestured to Pans and Tori.

"Yeah."

"For how long? And did you ask Lady Hecate?"

"They've known since last night, and yes, I obviously asked her. I don't want to die yet, and I'm cartainly not an idiot."

It was a strange day.

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I was snapped out of my daydreaming by Sirius saying "-arth to Ginny!"

"Hm, yeah, what?" I responded quite quickly.

"Dumbledore has something he wants everyone to hear." Tonks laughed at what I said.

All attention was on the Professor.

"This year we will have nine transfer students. They're from America, although, I think the thing more people will be interested in is the mother of one of them. In her school days, she was known as Antlers to some, and although she wasn't on the marauders map, because she didn't want to potentially get caught, she was one of them. Her name is Sally Jackson."

Lupin and Sirius' faces lit up lit up like bright light bulbs.

Harry POV

Dumbledore had allowed - no, not allowed, requested, pleaded, for I am the great Harry Potter - me, Ron, the twins, Hermione, and Ginny to come along with Lupin, Sirius, Molly, and Arthur.

We were going to the muggle airport, so we all had to wear muggle clothes.

This time skip has been brought to you by a very grumpy Kronos

We were waiting quite a while (WHO DARES KEEP THE GREAT HARRY POTTER WAITING?!?!) until a group of teenagers appeared.

Three of them ran until they were completely off anything touching the plane and dove toward the ground as if hugging it saying 'SWEET, SWEET GROUND'

Afraid of heights, I guess. I could never be afraid of something so stupid. I, of course, am Harry Potter.

Another boy came up to them and sighed in exasperation. "Seaweed brain, get off the ground. You too, Death Breath, Pinecone Face."

He had curly honey blond hair and grey eyes, and was very tanned.

The one on the middle rolled over and stubbornly glared. "Andrew, we just sat on an airplane for nine hours. An AIRPLANE!"

She was gorgeous. She had long wavy black hair and sea green eyes. She was also beautifully tanned.

Another boy with blond hair, but electric blue eyes said "You three act as if it's the most absurd thing in the world."

"IT IS!" all three that were laying down shot up.

The girl had electric blue eyes, like the second boy, but short black hair with blue streaks matching her eyes.

The boy on the floor had olive skin, very dark eyes and shaggy black hair.

Then came a sigh and a series of "Come on" and "No" from the gorgeous girl and 'Andrew', until he just said "Ok, we'll do all this without you three."

"Aw-"

"-Hell-"

"-Nah" The three said, reminding me of Fred and George.

The other teenagers who had been watching came over. "Hi, sorry about that. They hate to be in the air. I'm Andrew Chase."

"Persephone Jackson, but if you call me that I will murder you slowly and painfully. It's Percie."

"Thalia."

"Nico Di Angelo"

"Jason Grace"

"Piper"

"Hazel Levesque"

"Frank Zhang"

"Leo Valdez"

They were all fit and tanned. I hated them already, except for my darling Percie.

"So," Lupin butted in, "shall we head to the Burrow?"

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Hazel POV

We had to apparate to this 'burrow'

Never again.

It was horrid.

Worse than the first time I shadow-traveled or mist-traveled.

After everyone got over being apparated, we realized we had landed next to a house.

It was clunky and tall, but it looked like a place someone could call home on the inside.

Once we were inside, a plump woman with short red hair came to us and gave us all hugs that sort of reminded me of Tyson's hugs.

"You must be the transfer students! My name is Molly Weasley and this is Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, my husband Arthur, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Nymphadora Tonks, but she does very much prefer to be called Tonks." As Molly named everyone, she pointed out who they were.

I already knew everyone would forget those names.

"Cool." Piper said. "Our names are Piper, Percie, Nico, Thalia, Leo, Andrew, Jason, Frank, and Hazel." She also did the pointing thing.

"Fred, George." Molly called, "Please show the transfer students to their rooms!"

Two redheaded twins popped behind us.

"Sure, mum!" They chorused.

After the tour and stuff, Percie and Andrew shared a look and nailed them against the wall.

"We will have words." Percie growled. "Meet us tonight at ten in the girls room. Bring the others."

Percie and Andrew then released them, and they ran like the wind.

Wonder what that's about. Well, other than the fact those two can be scary when they want to be.

"Do you guys know them?" Piper asked.

Andrew nodded. "The Weasleys used to go to camp. I'll explain later."

And with that, he, Percie, Nico, and Thalia, walked away, planning revenge, probably.

"Ok, then." Piper muttered. "Do you guys want to go talk to the people who live here a little more?"

We all agreed. So we did.

Piper POV

"Hey." I said as I approached Ron and Harry, whi were sitting on the couch sharing a plate of some weird, moving, wizard food. "Mind if I sit?"

The pair instantly looked up and moved to opposite ends of the three-seat couch.

"So... you're Harry and Ron, right?"

"Um." Harry began, "Duh. I mean, we kinda saved the whole world, of course you know who we are."

Maybe this was a mistake. He seems a bit too much like Heracles.

"Harry, every magical being in Europe knows who we are, she's American. Maybe they're not as well-informed there." Ron replied rolling his eyes a little.

"And maybe the Dursleys didn't make my childhood years a living hell, Ron. We are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Anyone who doesn't know who we are needs to go back to kindergarten."

Harry and Heracles would get along incredibly. Or they might try to kill each other. Either is a win, we wouldn't have to deal with at least one of them anymore.

"Fun chat guys." I said sarcastically. "But I'm going to talk to someone who isn't apparently a world hero that somehow, no - one outside his bubble has heard of."

And with that, I stood up, and walked away.

Percie POV

"That transportation spell is pretty sweet. I may constantly duel people and work out like my life depends on it, but I also hate carrying stuff upstairs."

At the moment, I couldn't agree more with Thalia.

"Agreed. Now, I'm going downstairs to ask Molly about blue pancakes, since we couldn't bring our magic plates."

"I'm coming too." Thals said, as she rolled off her bed. "I want to talk to Tonks. She seems like someone I could get along with."

"'Kay, bye!" I yelled, already running down the stairs.

As soon as I got down the stairs, I nearly ran into Remus.

"Oops." I laughed a bit, hoping he was nice and not going to be mad. "Sorry."

Remus cracked a small smile, before assuring me it was fine.

"Before you go, Percie, I'd like to ask you a question." He said, and I was really hoping he hadn't already found out we weren't transfer students from a magic school in America.

"Is your mother going to be able to come out here at all?"

That surprised me, to say the least.

As far as I was aware, my mom didn't know anyone here. My confusion must have been more obvious than I had thought, because Remus smiled and said "Sally Jackson, right? Surely, she must have told you about her time at Hogwarts?"

When I shook my head, his face dropped. "Oh. I just- We were best friends. Me, her, Sirius, and two of our friends who have passed, James and Peter. I would have thought she'd have told you about us, we called ourselves 'The Marauders' and wreaked havoc on all of Hogwarts."

"Sorry. I'll ask her, though. Unless you did some horrible thing to her, I can't see why she wouldn't want to reunite with some old friends. Now, do you know where Molly is? I need to ask her about blue pancakes."

Remus shook his head, but I thanked him anyway, and ran off to look for her.

(10:00 pm)

Fred POV

Me and George spread the word to all the demiwizards at the Burrow to go to the girls' room at... Actually, right now.

George and I also sent IMs to Draco, Daphne, Blaise, Luna, and Theo to meet us here. They'll probably fly on their brooms, but they're not here yet.

We knocked on the door to the girls' room. Piper answered it. "Come in."

I don't know about George, but this is really nerve-wracking.

We went in and saw that 'Mione and Ginny were already there.

They definitely looked extremely scared, like us probably.

Some of the demigods we'd never met were sitting and talking, but Percie, Nico, and Thalia were in the corner, muttering with obvious gleams of mischief, evilness, and psychopath-evil-witty-sarcastic-person-ness.

I am SCARED!!!!!!!!!

Draco POV

So, currently, Theo, Blaise, Luna, Neville, Daphne and I are flying over England (A/N sorry, I don't know where the Burrow would actually be) constantly checking the time, because if what we were told is true, which it probably is, I don't want to upset Percie, Nico, amd Thalia.

Besides, we can never see our other friends in the summer anymore and this gives us an excuse to do so.

"DRACO!" Blaise takes me out of my thoughts. "We're here"

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Draco POV

We went in through the window in the room to find a scary sight.

the scary trio (A/N like the golden, silver, bronze trio...) were TOGETHER and occasionally sending glares at the others in the room. When they saw us, they plastered psychopathic grins on their faces, and Percie said "Welcome, please, take a seat."

I really didn't want to, its harder to run away like this, but one glare from Nico had everyoen diving for the floor.

Once everyone was situated, Percie asked one question.

"Why?

I don't exactly know why, but the way she said it, so harshly and hurt, it made a lump in my throat.

"Well," Hermione began, "Hecate asked us if we could watch over Hogwarts for her. Right after you disappeared. She knew the giant war was coming and she wouldn't be able to watch over it by herself anymore. We had already been attending since we were eleven, so of course we agreed..."

They listened closely the whole time, still fidgeting a little, but for people with ADHD who can't take meds for it and are demigods, I count that as a win.

"... and so, here we are." she finished.

"What's happened since we've been gone?" Blaise questioned.

The demiwizards that haven't been here looked at each other and had a bit of a laughing fit, then they calmed down.

Percie and Jason began to explain.

"So I'm from Camp Jupiter, and one day, Hera kidnapped me and Percie..."

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"...so, we won a war that I almost lost because I got a nosebleed, Leo died, came back to life, and now we're annoyed at you." Percie briefly finished off. "Oh, and Neeks, Reyna, and Coach Hedge brought the Athena parthenos to Olympus."

Welp. I'm more scared of them in a bad mood than before, and by the looks on everyone else's faces, they are too.

"Is there a particular Hogwarts house you guys want?" George asked, after some more time of catching up.

"Not really." Hazel said. "I mean, Slytherins are cunning and ambitious, Hufflepuffs are kind and loyal, Ravenclaws are intelligent and creative, and Gryffindors are brave and determined. Besides, you get the house you belong in."

The words, although no one said it, 'fair enough' was painted on almost everyone's face.

Theo and George still obviously wanted them in their respective houses, but luckily not enough to voice their opinions.

"Guys, it's getting late, we should get going." Daphne said.

Everyone agreed, I grabbed my broom, and so did everyone else.

Oh.

shit.

We

should

have

known.

Our glamour charms came off, and I suppose as a spin on the word glamour, the room exploded in glitter and other sparkly things, and they wouldn't come off.

Not to mention that they hurt like hell if they touched your skin.

Of course, it didn't affect the demiwizards who have been at camp this whole time.

"OH COME ON!"

Thalia POV

"OH COME ON!"

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"GODS DAMN IT!"

And, of course we heard someone coming up the stairs.

"Why is there so much yelling?" Potter whined. "I'm the boy who lived and I defeated Voldemort, I obviously deserve to get a good night's sleep."

"Oh, shut up, Potter. Thalia just started a pillow fight for no reason." Percie lied.

I glared at her, but decided not to call her out on it right now. Potter, however dumb and big headed as he is, isn't deaf.

"Yeah, just go back to your room, don't worry about us." Nico said, silently laughing.

"Fine..."

As we heard his footsteps retreating, Percie, in a hushed voice said "Ok, the effects aren't permanent, the glitter will disappear at five thirty tomorrow morning, and your glamour charms will come back on when you are within the wards of your houses."

Well, that was... not how I would have said it, but that is how it pretty much works. We, did add some stuff, though... nothing to be too worried about... I think... maybe...

Oh well.

Neville POV

Well, I'm glad that the glitter is gone, but apparently they didn't say one thing.

It puts rainbow coloured polka dots on your skin and hair.

GODS DAMN IT!

Then a thought came into my head.

'I wonder how Draco it reacting, seeing as though he will be too freaked out to remember you can layer glamour charms.'

So, I just put a glamour charm on and went downstairs, hoping the dots would come off at least by tomorrow.

Blaise POV

Well this is a fantastic way to get woken up.

But siriusly, have you ever been woken up by Draco's most terrified scream?

No?

That's what I thought.

So, I got up to see why he was screaming at this ungodly hour of 10:30 on a Saturday. As I was passing my mirror I saw something.... terrifying...

THERE WERE PINK AND RED SPOTS ALL OVER MY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AM I ALLERGIC TO MY PILLOW!?!?

ARE ALLERGIES CONTAGIOUS WHICH IS WHY DRACO WAS SCREAMING BECAUSE I CAUGHT HIS ALLERGY!?!?!?

Wait. Is that why?

I ran down the hall to see Draco having a mental breakdown, screaming into his pillow... with hot pink and bright green streaks in his hair and all over his body (I assume, he wasn't naked).

I almost forgot my problems.

Almost.

"DRACO YOU'RE THE SMARTEST ONE HERE ARE ALLERGIES CONTAGIOUS BECAUSE THEN WE'RE OBVIOUSLY BOTH ALLERGIC TO THE PILLOWS BUT YOUR HAIR IS ALLERGIC AND- oh, wait. DAMN YOU PERCIE, THALIA, AND NICO."

"No. Allergies are definitely not contagious. Now, HOW DO I MAKE MY HAIR GO BACK TO THE PERFECT WAY IT WAS!?!?!?"

We heard footsteps and Lucius was standing in the doorway. Uh oh.

"Why, are you screaming at this ungodly hour- OH GODS DRACO YOUR HAIR!"

(A/N all the demiwizards parents know about the gods)

Draco screamed into his pillow again.

Then, of course, Narcissa came.

"What happened to Draco's hair." she said, very tired of this.

"Um- Draco is not the only one with a problem here!" I'm getting tired of this. I just want not to be pink and to eat food.

All the Malfoys then responded. "HAIR."

"And can't you layer glamour charms?" Yes! Go Narcissa, the voice of reason!

And so we did that, and the food was really good, I made sure to thank the house elves.

I think Draco is still shaken up by the hair fiasco, though.

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Nico POV

So, I hope that with our little prank we made everyone mad. I know it made Ginny, Fred and George, and 'Mione mad. Anyways, it came off, just now, at lunch, and we're now going to diagon alley to get our school supplies.

We went through the floo system, and it was really weird feeling.

Whatever, we started to look around in wonder. It's really cool, but I've seen cooler.

"Now. Children, before you can buy any of your supplies, we must go to Gringotts to get some money out." Molly said.

Well, yeah. As we passed Quality Quidditch Supplies, me, Percie, and Thalia cringed, while Jason looked very excited. As we were entering Gringotts, we saw a sign.

"Enter, stranger, but take heed, of what awaits the sin of greed, for those who take, but do not earn, must pay most dearly in their turn, so if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, thief, you have been warned, beware, of finding more than treasure there."

When Frank finished, Potter said "Y'know, me, Ron, and Hermione once broke in here. During the war, when I killed voldemort."

He was, of course, looking at Percie, who rolled her eyes.

Ronald also smirked and held himself a bit arrogantly. Hermione blushed, slightly embarrassed. Like how Percie would act if she didn't have the amazing traits of sass and sarcasm.

Once inside, the goblins nodded at us slightly, a sign of respect. "Hi, can we-"

the goblin interrupted Hazel. "I know why you're here. my name is Vestalve."

Vestalve looked at the non-demigods and said "However, they cannot come." Potter just about lost it.

"I CAN'T COME!? I AM HARRY POTTER I SAVED EVERYONE AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME!?!?"

Pretty much everyone rolled their eyes at him this time.

He started stomping around and screeching at the goblins (who did not seem very bothered by him) and just throwing a tantrum.

And of course Ronald was agreeing (not throwing a tantrum though) and glaring at the goblins.

I wish I could kill him, but dad would make me do the paperwork. Vestalve shook his head disappointedly at Potter and motioned for us demigods to come with him.

Of course Molly and Arthur stayed behind to deal with Potter like the two year old he is, and the non demigods went with other goblins.

Percie POV

Did I mention that I hate underground? I'm a kid of Poseidon, so that's kinda expected, but I really hate it after my experience in Tartarus.

Hermione and the Weasleys looked used to it, and Leo was pretending to be on a roller coaster. "Vaults one through fourteen. It is your cabin number, or thirteen for mister Di Angelo." I went into vault three, and found a sight I definitely did not expect."

Percie POV

There was a room which had a door in it.

The room was filled with galleons, sickles, and knuts, which Andrew explained, having borrowed one of Hermiones books. It also had other old-looking wizard artifacts.

I opened the door, and found another room, much bigger though, with various weapons, trident symbols on everything, drachmas, and a note.

My little Seastar (only dad could call me that, a certain someone learned that the hard way),

Feel free to use anything in these vaults. As I'm sure Andrew has already explained currency, I won't explain again. That boy is like a walking encyclopedia... All the weapons here will turn into common things like jewelry at your will. They also have the same enchantment riptide has, so you can't lose it, and they should all balance well. Those who aren't demigods you trust cant even see this door. make sure you stay safe, and don't tell anyone of your heritage.

Love, dad

PS Tyson says hi and that he misses you.

I smiled and picked up two daggers, another sword,and some throwing knives.

Most people don't know this, but I have excellent aim - I've been working on it since I accidentally shot Chiron, who was behind me. I would take a bow, but I think one long distance weapon is enough.

Dad was right, they did balance well. The throwing knives turned into silver belt chains, attaching to my jeans,the daggers into rings, and the sword a long feathery earring, replacing one that I already had.

I grabbed some drachmas, galleons, and sickles, put them into a small bag Molly gave me with an extendable charm in it, and left my vault, hearing it automatically lock.

I noticed that everyone else had other small objects, like me.

Once Thalia came back we went back to where we left Molly, Arthur, and Potter. It seemed he had calmed down, and had a bag in his hand too.

"Lets go, shell we?" A murmur of yes's and small laughs at my stupid pun were heard.

I'm nott going to explain all of our trip, but I will say Jason bought everyone who was willing to try Firebolt threes (making his dad swear on the river Styx not to interfere with anything), and it was awesome. I think Nico agreed.

The bookshop was also an adventure, as Andrew and Hermione were racing around, getting every book they found interesting, and all of us except Hermione, the Weasleys, and Frank had to ask for them in Greek or Latin.

It was kind of funny how confused all the bookkeepers were when we asked that.

After that we all got our pets and headed to the wand shop.

That Ollivander guy is weird.

He was acting very weird saying our wands were very powerful, and at one point he addressed me as 'half blooded pure blood'. I think he knows.

After that we went back to the burrow and luckily only had to stop for a few reporters interested in a certain bespectacled dickwad.

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Leo POV

"LEOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Why does Piper have to spoil the fun?

I was having the most incredible dream about Fonzies and Festus. We were partying with mini Festus's and my half sibs.

So I refused to get up.

Bad decision.

She started to hit me with a pillow she had pulled from under my head.

"Fiiine...I'll get uuuuup..."

"Leo, stop whining. Today's the day we're going to Hogwarts."

The moment I heard that I started to race around the room, and Pipes left.

When I went downstairs, everyone was already eating breakfast, or was done eating and were talking in the living room.

I put my trunk in the pile by the door and sat down.

"So, Molly, what's for breakfast?" I asked.

Breakfast or lunch are the most important meals for an awesome demigod like me.

Anyway, breakfast was awesome. We had bacon, toast, and eggs. I feel bad for Percie and Piper. Their vegetarian asses couldn't have that exquisite bacon.

After breakfast we portkey-ed to a secluded spot close enough to kings cross so that we wouldn't DIE walking there, but also so that mortal-muggles wouldn't see us.

Walking through kings cross I heard Nico mutter about stupid mortals.

"Aha! here we are!" Arthur exclaimed, looking at a column.

"It's a wall. Do we have to turn mini to find this place?" I wondered aloud.

"Let me demonstrate." Potter rolled his eyes at me and smiled smugly at Percie, who in turn clenched one fist like she was going to punch him, and flipped him off with her other hand.

He pretended not to notice and ran at the wall, and I kid you not, he disappeared.

"Okay." Thals said, a little unimpressed. Percie, Thalia, Nico, Piper, Hazel, Jason, Frank, and me walked into the wall to see a train station.

Everyone else came through behind us, and 'Mione checked her watch.

"10:50," she said, "We need to go now if we want a decent compartment. Bye mr and mrs Weasley!" she hugged them and boarded the train.

"Bye!"

We left and caught up with Hermione, while everyone but me and Andrew went to find a compartment.

"If you don't mind, Hermione, we're going in a separate compartment. You don't want to deal with us for seven hours, and I, for one don't need to see Harry flirting with Perce." Andrew said to her.

She nodded understandingly.

"Andrew, Leo, we found a compartment and expanded it to fit us comfortably!" Jason said, running over to us.

Long story short, because I don't want to explain seven hours of ADHD demiwizards, I made a bunch of new inventions, Thals, Percie, and Nico discussed many terrifying subjects (e.g . how to get away with murder, best torture devices, ect), Frank practiced shapeshifting, Hazel and Piper sparred and practiced magic and charmspeak, and Jason walked up and down the train being a social boi.

About ten minutes before we arrived at Hogwarts, the girls kicked us out to change.

Luckily, we don't have to wear those thick ass sweaters and we got the pants enchanted so that we can actually move in them, and most of the girls opted to wear black leggings.

When we left the train, it was really, really loud. None of us knew what to do. Then we saw mister Albus Dumbledore waving us to come over.

"Hello, children. I would like you to enter the great hall separately from the first years." He said after bringing us to a bigger, empty carriage.

The horses pulling it were kind of weird-looking, but who am I to judge?

I'm a child of one of the many gods that aren't supposed to exist.

When we got to Hogwarts (I still love that name, its hilarious), we waited about ten or fifteen minutes, then went in by a side door and saw the last of the smol childs going into the 'Great Hall' as Albus pointed out earlier.

When the doors closed, we waited a few seconds (too much waiting, I'm going to explode!) and went behind the closed doors. we got in order of how Albus wanted us to be sorted.

Percie all alone in the front, Thalia and Nico side by side, me and Andrew together, Piper and Hazel after them, and Frank and Jason in the back.

Then we heard Dumbledore speaking.

"This year, as you have all been informed in your letters, there will be students from another school in New York called Helena's School for the Magically Gifted!"

There was a bunch of whispers and the doors opened.

Andrew was immediately staring at the architecture, Thalia was glaring at any and every boy who looked at her or Percie in the wrong way and occasionally people staring at Nico. Nico himself was scowling at all the ghosts in the hall like 'I hate you so much. You people are the reason me and my dad have to do so much more paperwork than necessary. Just go back to the underworld!' And they cowered a bit.

"I assume it has been explained how the sorting ceremony works?" A woman who looked a lot too uptight said.

"Yes it has, Professor Mcgonagall!" Andrew enthusiastically replied.

"Persephone Jackson."

Percie went up and smiled sweetly.

"Yeah..." She started.

Godsdamn shes gonna do it.

"Anyone dares call me that again, I will behead them, feed their body to my uncles dog, and fossilize their head as a keepsake. My name is Percie."

She smirked, knowing she terrified almost everyone in the school.

I barely heard Neeks mutter "Please don't, that sounds like paperwork dad will make me do..."

Mcgonagle put the sorting hat on her head and it spoke.

"Interesting, very interesting... bravery, loyalty, ambition, and even wit surpassing the founders."

People gasped and murmured. After a long time, it spoke again.

"PEGASARI!!!"

Thalia POV

Everyone but the teachers were very confused.

Yells and whispers were heard throughout the hall.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore yelled over the noise.

Only then did everyone notice the new table that was added to the hall. And how my sist- I mean cousins tie had turned from black to white and gold, and the inside of her robes had turned to white. The banner above the table was a black pegasus on a white and gold background.

"Welp, see ya." Percie skipped over to the table.

"Thalia Grace?" McGonagall called.

I scowled.

"Just Thalia."

After the sorting hat was on my head for a few minutes, it called out "PEGASARI!!!"

After the hat was taken off, I ran over to our table and started chatting quietly with Percie.

Before I knew it, all of us were here.

Dumbledore went back to the podium and started to talk.

"I suppose I should explain this. You all know of Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw, but there was a fifth founder. Very little is known about her, and she is not in any books. Her name was Hekatia Pegasari. She was very reclusive, but made a house that was to be kept secret until the time was right. It was made for students who were so equal in terms of trait, that the sorting hat couldn't sort them."

He then gave what was probably the normal speech and the feast begun.

We each made a few sacrifices to the gods in a smallish vial of Greek fire.

It was pretty normal.

At dessert we had to duct tape Leos hands and mouth, we don't need the sugar high butterfly running around.

Weirdly, people stared when we did that.

Afterwards, Dumbledore led us to one of the four entrances to our common room, and we all went to sleep to get some much needed rest.

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Percie POV

Ugh... I hate mornings.

Especially the waking up part. I checked the time.

5:07.

Too early to wake everyone else up, and too late to go back to sleep.

Dam.

So, I decided to explore the Pegasari dorms.

Well, everyone has their own rooms, which I like. Apparently that isn't a thing at Hogwarts.

I think the rooms are enchanted to be of everyone's taste, because yesterday my room was all white, like a blank canvas , but now it's a few shades of blue, green, black, grey, and white. There is a large queen size bed in the centre, and it has light blue and black covers and pillowcases. The walls are turquoise , and there are accents of other colours throughout the room . I also had a walk-in closet that apparently is magically restocked every day, and an ensuite that's the same colours as the rest of the room.

All my supplies and my trunk are already here. I didn't bother getting changed and left my room.

I went to the fourth (and top) floor, so I could start from the top.

It was a large circular room full of dummies and every weapon you could imagine.

It.

Was.

Amazing!

There were large doors leading to a wraparound balcony, giving us a 360 degree view.

The floor below is our bedrooms, girls on the right, boys on the left. There was a place in the middle where the rooms met.

There are no doors there, but instead, one of those staircases that has two staircases, and in between is a balcony.

It led down to our common room.

The common room with a big room with lots of places to sit, as well as a fireplace and a small kitchen. The colour scheme was white, black, and grey with hints of lots of other colours.

I went down a floor.

The lowest floor was not very remarkable.

It was an empty room with a door with one of those strange moving paintings on it.

The painting depicted a woman, she had eyes the colour of black ink, dark skin, and wavy dark brown hair that flowed down her back. In other words, she was beautiful.

She was wearing armor, but the helmet and boots lay discarded on the ground.

We stood there for a minute studying each other.

"Hello." I finally said. "My name is Percie Jackson."

She smiled softly. "My name is Hekatia Pegasari. Pleased to meet you Percie. I haven't seen another person, well, apart from the other paintings, since... well, I can't remember. How did you get into my house, daughter of Poseidon?"

She sounded impressed.

"First of all how do you know who my dad is? Second, I don't know why. I honestly expected to be a Hufflepuff." I really hate talking about what I've done in the past.

I've always had friends with me, and a lot of it was just sheer dumb luck. Hekatia studied me with interest.

"Well, I am a daughter of Hecate. Also, please, tell me. All the other painting seem to be infatuated with some 'Harry Potter'. However, he did not make it into my house. Not to be biased, but that must mean he wasn't quite the hero that is necessary. You, Percie, have something about you. An aura, that even I, as a mere painting, can sense. Tell me."

I hesitated for a minute. Then I responded.

"When I was twelve, I returned my uncle's Lightning bolt and my other uncles Helm of darkness. When I was thirteen I went to the Sea of monsters and brought back the Golden fleece from Polyphemus. When I was fourteen I rescued my friend and Artemis from Kronos and held up the sky. When I was fifteen I went into the Labyrinth, where my friend found Pan, and I did some other shit. When I was sixteen I fought in a war against the Titans, then my aunt kidnapped me and dropped me off at the Wolf house, I found the golden eagle standard of the Twelfth Legion, then fell into Tartarus and won another War, this time against the Giants and Gaea, but I always did it with help, and often, I was the help, and other people were more essential."

I don't normally share my life story with people I just met, I feel like I can trust Hekatia.

"Incredible. See, I told you there was something different about her."

I looked around and saw four other door-paintings I was sure weren't there before.

Then I noticed something.

"Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Godric Gryffindor?" I guessed.

Helga, a slightly plump woman in a yellow and light brown dress nodded. Wow...

"PERCIE!!!"

Someone screamed out from above. I was about to say I had to go, when that person screamed again.

"ARE YOU OR HERA BEING A BITCH THIS TIME!?!?"

I think it's Thalia. It's definitely a girl, and only Thalia would use words like that.

Maybe Piper, but not in this situation.

"I have to go, my friends think my aunt kidnapped me again."

Salazar started laughing his ass off, and Hekaita smiled in amusement. "We don't want that, now do we?"

I left, promising to visit again, with my friends next time, at Rowena, Helga, and Godric's request.

I went to the common room and shouted "I'M NOT DEAD OR KIDNAPPED OR BEING A BITCH, I WAS JUST LOOKING AROUND!!!"

Then I was hit with two people suffocating me.

Thalia and Nico.

After a minute they finally let go.

"Good, it's breakfast in ten minutes, and we all need to get dressed." Piper said when she saw me.

We all went to get dressed in our uniforms, various weapons, got our books and stuff, and went down to breakfast.

Harry POV

Walking confidently down the hall of the school we all know I should own, I thought about those weird new kids who acted like they were better than me, which is obviously not possible.

Andrew Chase is too smart. He seems to have a close relationship with Hermione, which I don't like.

Piper is pretty, but she is weird. I feel like I recognize her, but I don't know her last name.

Thalia is like Piper, because I don't know her last name, but I'm assuming it's Grace because she is Jason Grace's sister. She is really rude, but I will train that out of her if for some unfathomable reason Percie rejects me, because then, she will be my girlfriend.

Nico Di Angelo is definitely a death eater, with that attitude. Actually, most of them are.

Hazel Levesque is cute, but not hot, and she is a bit shy and very respectful to most people.

Frank Zhang is also weird. He looks like he is going to tackle someone, but acts more like a teddy bear.

Leo Valdez is annoying, and that is all I will say about him.

Percie Jackson. Now that is a prize. She is beautiful, smart, and scary, but I know that threat she gave yesterday wasn't for me.

I sat down at the almighty Gryffindor table and got myself some eggs and toast.

A few minutes later the new kids came in completely ignoring me, talking and laughing.

I couldn't help but stare at at my gorgeous Percie. I don't know why someone as pretty as her hangs around people like them.

---

Everyone including me was sitting down waiting for Snape.

I still don't like him.

He walked in like normal, and looked at the weird new kids, who Hermione talked to, and it seems they have the same schedule as us for half a semester. Anyway, he looked at them, smirked, but in a more teasing way, and said "ah yes, Percie Jackson, Nico Di Angelo, and Thalia, our new celebrities."

HOW DARE HE!!! I DON'T LIKE HIM, BUT HE SAID THE SAME THING TO ME, AND I CANNOT JUST BE REPLACED!!!!!!!!

Then, my beautiful Percie retaliated "Well, I dunno if I would really count... certain actions... as being a celebrity, but you do you. Anyway, nice to see you again too, Sev." She smirked, and a bunch of people were laughing, and Snape sent her a mildly amused look.

And of course, she aced potions, along with her friends, who got a lot of points to Pegasari. When we start dating, I will train this out of her.

Of course, as the day went on, she and her friends aced everything and seemed to know a few more teachers.

HOW DARE THEY? AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN GET HOMEWORK! EVEN THE GREAT, INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, ALL-POWERFUL, HANDSOME HARRY POTTER GOT HOMEWORK!

Did I mention I hate them?

Hermione POV

Well. the first day of school was rather interesting.

As Harry probably said, the other demigods excel at everything, likely given their previous experience with magic.

I'm proud of them.

Anyway, today is our weekly demigods + Pans and Daphne meetup, and it'll also be rather interesting.

I'm glad we have the same schedules, even if only for half a semester.

I know Harry doesn't like them, but I wish he would at least accept it, because no one has to like everything, and there are some things, like this, that you just can't change.

---

Well, I sent an owl to the Pegasari dorms, inviting Percie, Thalia, Nico, Andrew, Hazel, Jason, Piper, Hazel, and Frank to come to the meetup.

I heard a tapping at the window. I let the owl in, and read the letter.

Sure, we'll come. Thanks for the password, by the way.

-Frank, Percie, Thalia, Nico, Andrew, Leo, Jason, Piper, and Hazel

PS: Frank wrote this

Ha.

It seems they still can't read and write much in English.

Well, I technically can't either, but my dyslexia is part of the glamour charm, like my voice.

I cast a tempus charm, and realized that I should probably get going to the ROR.

"Hermione."

Oh gods, it's Harry.

"Where are you going?"

I saw Ginny and waved her over.

"Harry, you know me and Ginny decided to go on strolls every Wednesday."

Gin and I made that up at 7:32 on Wednesday, August fifth, because we both go to this meetup, and as far as Harry and Ron are concerned, Ginny is my best girl friend.

"Oh right. Why?" I internally sighed, "Because me and Ginny need to talk privately sometimes."

He pouted and glared at the floor, but gestured for us to go. When we got out I sighed and then we sprinted to the ROR.

Άνοιξε' I said, meaning 'open'.

I walked in to see my brother, Draco, sitting with Blaise and Theo on a couch. Daphne, Astoria, and Pansy were talking on beanbags, and Luna and Neville were on another couch talking about, (I think) nargles and how they affect plants.

I pushed Blaise over and sat next to Draco.

We're actually full-blooded twins, and no, dad didn't cheat on our step-mom, they started dating a year or so after we were... gifted? Created?

And, if you're wondering who dad is, lets just say that the Granger's are a cover, family friends.

Hades, they aren't even muggles, they're half-bloods. Wizards, to be clear, not demigods.

I removed my glamour charm, like everyone else, revealing my real height at 5'9 (179 cm), my sleek blonde hair, grey eyes, and tanned skin.

Draco looks pretty much the same, but with much shorter hair, and he's 6'2 (188 cm).

Ginny also removed her charm, showing her dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Then the doors opened again and the others came in.

I stood up and said "Hiya, guys. This is Pansy and Daphne. Daphne, Pans, this is Andrew, Percie, Hazel, Nico, Thalia, Frank, Jason, Leo, and Piper." pointing at everyone in turn, then they all took a seat.

During this time, we did a bunch of hilarious stuff, like sending prank howlers that will go off even if you don't open it, talked (I am so jealous of their dorms, I asked if I could come sometime), and played some games.

I checked the time, and it was one am!

"Guys, we should get going, its past midnight!"

"Fuck." Draco cursed. "Filch will be wandering around. Also, sleep."

He added the last part after Hazel and Daphne gave him a look.

"Actually, before you lose house points, I wonder..."

Percie tapped her wand to the door.

"Akatia porte"

She opened the door, and what we saw impressed everyone.

Pansy POV

Okay, that's impressive.

It temporarily turned into a doorway into the Pegasari dorms.

Percie walked in last. "Hey, Hekaita, Salazar, Helga, Godric, and Rowena." She greeted the paintings.

"Are you guys the founders?" Blaise stupidly asked.

Rowena sighed and murmured to Godric "No wonder he isn't in my house."

"Blaise." Percie stared him straight in his eyes. "How many people do you know called Hekatia, Helga, Salazar, Rowena, and Godric? Anyway, I was thinking, because we can clearly customize our rooms by thought, we can add an extra bed, and bunk with someone." She paused then whispered with Piper for a minute.

"Hermione with Pansy in my room, I'll bunk with Thalia and Nico in Thalia's room, Jason and Piper in Jason's room, Hazel and Frank in Hazel's room, Draco and Blaise in Nico's room, Theo with Leo, Astoria and Daphne in Piper's room, Ginny and Luna in Frank's room, and Neville with Andrew."

I was thought about my arrangement. I was going to be with 'Mione, and I'm certain it wasn't an accident. It's not that I don't like her, or I'm doing some pureblood crap, it's quite the opposite.

I like her.

Like, like like her.

I mean, how could I not? She's smart, funny, beautiful, she has adorable habits, like chewing her lip or the top of her pencil or quill when she is nervous, and she does it a lot during tests. Glamour charm or not, her eyes are two pools of colour, and such a unique colour, I think they're actually at least ten colours marbled together. I could sit there for days, just studying them, and- I probably shouldn't continue to rant about 'Mione, because that would be a bit boring to read.

"Pansy? Pansyyyy???" I blinked a few times to see the one and only Hermione Malfoy right in front of me.

"You good?" She asked, her expression laced with concern.

"I-I'm fine. I guess I just zoned out a bit." I half lied.

Percie led us to her room, and changed it so it had two beds instead of one, and I sat down on the one closest to the window, and looked over at Hermione.

She was already asleep. I smiled and soon passed out myself.

Percie POV

I shot up in bed hyperventilating a bit. Hooray. Another nightmare about Tartarus, although, this time it was a bit different, it wasn't about when I was in Tartarus. It was definitely in Tartarus, but it was, like, some primordial talking with their followers. I think it was Tartarus, but I couldn't see them, or hear anything, except for at the end, when Tartarus said 'Ah, it seems we have an... intruder' then there was a flash of light and my dream ended.

I tossed and turned in bed for a while, and at some point gave up on the idea of sleep and went downstairs. When I came down, I noticed that there was someone else in the common room.

"Percie?"

"Thalia? Why are you up?"

"Same as you, probably. Nightmare."

"Yeah. Wanna talk?" I already know the answer, but may as well ask.

She smiled a bit. "Not really."

We just sort of sat there in silence until I decided to tell her about my dream, as well as something that had been bothering my for a while.

"Can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course, after all, you're my favourite cousin." She responded, a bit concerned.

"Two things, actually. The first one is just my nightmare, I'm sure it has some meaning, but I don't know what it means, and the second one, is just something I've been thinking about." I responded.

Thalia nodded, as if to say 'keep going'

"I was in a dark room, and could just make out some figures, a lot of them were clearly monsters, but in the center of the room, there was a much larger, much more humanoid figure. I'm almost certain it was Tartarus. and judging from the aura I felt, it was in Tartarus. Ironic, huh? Anyway, I couldn't hear what he was saying, until the end, when he looked right at me and said 'Ah, it seems we have an... intruder' then there was a blinding flash of light, and that's when I woke up. Like I said, I'm sure it has some meaning, but I don't know what it even could mean."

"Do you think they could be planning something? After all, its only about a year after the last war, like the second titan and giant war. I was actually thinking about this, my dream was similar. I wasn't in Tartarus, it was in a creepy bit of woods me, Phoebe, and another hunter, Madison, got caught in a few months before we came to Britain." She said thoughtfully.

I thought about it for a second. "It's possible. But I'd prefer to talk about this with the others, when we're not quite so tired."

Thalia nodded in agreement. "What was the other thing?"

I was about to respond, when I heard Andrew from the top of the stairs. "Hey. It's seven-thirty, we should probably wake everyone up if they want food before noon."

I looked at Thalia and said "Later."

"Yeah."

And with that we got up and started waking people up.

Like twenty minutes later because Leo didn't want to get up so they hit with a pillow until he got up

Anyway, after that, we all got dressed (we conjured some uniforms for the Slytherins, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindors), and went down to breakfast. All was as normal until dinner.

Third person POV

Everything was as normal, with Harry glaring enviously at the Pegasari table, the demigods talking and laughing, the teachers subtly watching the students, and the gods annoying each other on Mount Olympus.

That is, until a certain Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore stood up.

He clapped loudly. "May I please have your attention, children? Thank you. I would like you all to allow me to finish my announcement before speaking.

We will be hosting an event, that most of you are all too familiar with. The Triwizard Tournament. Yes, I am aware about what happened last time, however we have certain precautions this time, to keep everyone safe.

I wish we didn't have to do this, but there is... a particular set of rules saying we have to. When the other two schools arrive next week, I will explain this in more detail. Thank you."

Everyone was deadly silent, then it exploded into yelling, whispers, and all around noise.

Harry looked personally offended, but most looked deep in thought or upset.

Focusing on the newest table in Hogwarts, Andrew was talking to Nico, Percie, and Thalia.

"You can't possibly be considering entering? I've read about it, last time a boy died."

Of course, they simply ignored him and continued debating if they want to enter, and if they did, what it would be like.

Andrew made a face like oh, come on! and he turned to the others and asked "You guys aren't thinking about participating in this, are you?"

He sounded genuinely concerned.

"Nah, too much work." Leo piped up.

Frank furrowed his eyebrows. "Leo, you helped save the world. Also, if someone died in this thing last time, I wouldn't say that would make me feel too safe. Of course, Percie, Nico, and Thalia enjoy living dangerously."

Harry POV

I like Dumbledore, but how dare he not talk about how I defeated Voldemort temporarily (later permanently), and won the Triwizard Tournament when I was only fourteen!

Like, I figured all of it out, not Hermione, not Ron, not Cedric, not Hagrid, not that death eater everyone but me thought was a teacher(I'm too amazing and smart to fall for something as stupid as that), me.

Anyway, because of my win I won't be allowed to participate again, but I hope- no, I know that if the goblet doesn't change its mind and bend the rules for me again, the winner will be Ron.

Actually, the goblet will bend the rules, because even enchanted cups worship me.

---

Third person POV

The following week was pretty ordinary, with our favourite demigods embarrassing the Hades out of everyone else, Harry being a jelly bish, and one demigods meetup with Hermione and Pansy subtly crushing on each other.

But we are not here to discuss the true layers of their relationship. No, today the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were arriving. The students of Hogwarts were buzzing with excitement.

Even though a large portion of the school had already met people from the other schools, they were all excited to see old friends.

"I wonder what they'll be like?" Piper wondered aloud, taking a bite of her croissant.

"I think the Durmstrang people will be all mean-faced and trained to fight with stabby sticks, and the French peeps will be etiquetted-ed and French." Leo explained.

Thalia made a face. "Leo, you could use some of their etiquetted-ed-ness. Also, you do realize you just described cabin number five?"

Leo pouted and went back to stabbing his eggs.

"What about you, Perce?" Nico asked.

"Hmm? I think they will literally be normal people, just better at certain things, depending on their schools focus." She replied absentmindedly.

"Fair enough." Nico said as the food disappeared.

"Awwww." Leo whined.

"CHILDREN!" Came the loud, booming voice of Albus Dumbledore, catching everyone's attention. "I would like you to all give a warm welcome to our two guest schools, Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning, and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!"

In came a large group of boys, with completely straight faces.

After them came a group of girls, 17-18, all in light blue.

The students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were instructed to sit at whichever table they please, and a lot of them sat at the Pegasari table, not because they wanted to sit with the demigods, but because there was a lot of room for them to talk among themselves.

One boy from Durmstrang came up to them at some point and asked about the fifth house and how he wasn't aware of it, unfortunately for him flirting with Thalia and Percie, which got him nothing but a bruise, in both his ego and face.

After breakfast, The students all went to class, including the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, because they still need education.

Percie POV

As we were walking to care of magical creatures, Nice, Thalia, and I were joking around quite a bit.

As I laughed and turned my head toward the two on my left.

Mistake.

Someone walked right into me, knocking me to the ground. One of the Durmstrang boys, I assume from the uniform he was wearing.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" He said, his Bulgarian accent strong. Then he looked at me and said. "So you are from Hogwarts? You're very pretty for a British girl (A/N no offense to any British people!). My name is Ivan Andrei."

I gave him a look, packed my stuff up in my bag, and kicked his left shin. Hard.

"First, don't hit on me, 'kay? Tell that to your friends, too. Also, I'm not British, I'm a New Yorker."

Thalia gave me a small round of applause and mentioned the fact that I was wearing my bronze tipped combat boots today, which I tend to wear if I have a mission of any sort, or if, like this morning, I have a bad feeling.

Nico didn't even realize, and laughed at Ivan's misfortune as we were walking into the area the class would take place.

"'Ello, class!" I heard a loud voice boom from behind me.

Andrew inhaled sharply as a man who looked more like a giant lumbered toward us.

"Today, since it's the first lesson for you, we won't be working on an actual creature. We're just going to take this time to read a bit about various types of magical horses, to make sure we know what we're doing next time. Calm down your Monster Book of Monsters by stroking its spine and unlatch it, then flip to page 132 and read until 136."

He then came over to us, and said "I know about my greek cousins, I can promise you I'm not like them."

The rest of the day went well, and Dumbledore announced the new rules for the triwizard tournament. There will be three groups of three (because safety in numbers, and there are four challenges, one competes for the first three, rotating, of course, and on the fourth, they all compete together), the contestants will have a device to communicate with Dumbledore, if needed, as well as a portkey, also only if needed.

He also said, that if people want to enter, they could, although you have to put your name in with two other people, to make sure you actually get along and shit.

And you guessed it, me, Thalia, and Nico entered, despite Andrew, Hazel, and Frank's protest.

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Percie POV

"Thalia!" I hissed, pulling her into an empty room.

"Whats up?" She asked.

"I couldn't wait to talk to you about the thing." I responded, beginning to look around. "And I figured that it would be an easier conversation if we're not staring at each other and that being the only thing we're doing."

Thalia crossed her arms and gave me a look. "Girl, if you're about to tell me that you're pregnant or somethin-"

"- No, no!" I interrupted her, slightly flustered.

I began to speak, raising my voice a bit so that she could still hear. "Just about as far from that as you could get. Um, since I've sort of, been in two wars and a shitload of other things our lovely parents have left us to deal with, I've been thinking about joining the hunters.

I mean, I can't think of too many reasons why I wouldn't want to, I mean I get to stay with you, and Nico too because when he... dies... Hades will probably let him stay in the palace occasionally and we'll be able to threaten him with more death meaning more paperwork so we can see him and the others. Plus, the way you go on about it..."

I trailed off and began to walk back to where Thalia was and she tackled me in a hug. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! Pleaaaase do! Now, I want to explore." She said, practically hugging the life out of me.

"I actually wanted to show you a cool looking mirror I saw when I was wandering around." I told her, prying her hands off me.

We walked behind a pile of boxes and dusty old books to a mirror with a golden frame and slightly cracked, rusted glass, half covered in a stained sheet, which we took off.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." Thalia sounded out, reading the engraving on the top. "It kind of sounds like latin, but the way you're looking at it, I assume its not?"

"I show you not your face, but your heart's desire? Its an anagram, I think." I said, my dyslexia being suspiciously helpful.

I was about to look in it and hopefully see what it meant when the door opened hastily and I heard three voices.

Me and Thalia quickly ducked behind a stack of random objects and listened to the conversation they were having.

"Albus, you can't really be thinking of doing that! Using a cursed duplicate of it to simulate the children's worst memories, especially after almost all of them have been through a war, and with the fact that some of the demigods almost certainly have entered? Its not a good idea!"

We looked at each other and I whispered "McGonagall?" She nodded and we continued to eavesdrop.

"Minerva, the idea is for them to have the courage to fight back, no matter how scared or angry you are, its a life skill. Particularly in these worlds."

Definitely Dumbledore.

"Severus, you don't think this is a good idea, do you?" McGonagall asked, evidently, Snape.

"Both of you are right, but I think we should do it, because it will be supervised, and like Albus said, its a bit of a life skill." Snape replied.

"Well. I suppose its settled then." McGonagall said, giving up after a minute.

I heard her footsteps retreat, but two sets of them coming towards the mirror, towards us.

Now, we were definitely not supposed to of heard that, or be in here, so I whispered to Thalia, "Hold on and don't scream." as I turned us both to mist and brought us back to the Pegasari common room.

Andrew POV

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Just like any other day, we, as in myself, Leo, Hazel, Frank, Jason, Piper, Nico, Percie, and Thalia were walking down the halls of the Hogwarts castle. Off topic, but I still can't get over the architecture. We were walking down the halls, chatting while heading to history class, when all of a sudden, Leo says "Hey, where's Perce and Thals?"

"What?" Nico said, distress levels going from 0 to 100 real fast.

"Do you think they're skipping? We do have history first, and we know how much they hate history." Will suggested.

"No," I shook my head. "They do hate history, but I don't think they would skip, considering neither pay attention and usually fall asleep regardless."

"If they're not back by lunch we'll check the dorms and if they're not there we can alert Professor Snape." Hazel said, finishing off the thought.

Leo bounded past us. "Cool, lets go, I want to go slee- I mean go to history class, and you guys don't want to be late. We'll just tell the professors that they're not feeling good or something!"

Thalia POV

"PERCIE!" I yelled.

"Sorry! But we both know we were not supposed to be there! If they caught us-"

"If they caught us we would be off the hook!"

"No, its not about getting in trouble Thalia, of course we'd be off the hook, its about the tournament. They might have been talking about a task, and if they knew we were there, even if we did get picked, that wouldn't be a part anymore and our only clue would be gone!"

Dam, that's actually smart.

"I know." She smirked, reading my mind.

"We're obviously skipping history, it's boring, but afterwards we have charms, so what do you want to do for the next hour or so?" I asked her, sitting down on a couch.

She sat down on the other side of it, her smirk never swaying as she pulled out a few drachmas from her pocket. "Wanna IM Artemis?"

I nodded as she contorted some water to mist in front of us. "O Fleecy, do me a solid, show me the goddess Artemis wherever she is." She threw a few drachmas into the rainbow, cause, goddess, and after a few seconds Artemis appeared in the mist.

"Thalia, my lieutenant, what can I do for you? Hello Percie." Artemis smiled.

"Well, it's more what you can do for Percie. Or, rather, what she can do for you."

She looked intrigued. "What is it? Are you going to tell Apollo that I'm the older and more mature twin? Because I saw him today and he still won't let that go."

"I mean, sure." Percie laughed, "But that's not why we IMed you."

"Oh?"

"I've decided to take you up on your offer to join the hunters. As long as I can still have friends who are guys. And I'll obviously have to finish this quest first"

"Amazing!" Artemis beamed. "Yes, you'll have to finish the quest first, and you can have friends who are boys, as long as you don't bring them onto our camp and you don't have any sort of romantic relationship with them. Do you know the oath?"

Then all that stuff happened, she joined, Artemis decided to send us two rings with a moon with an arrow through it, both being able to turn into any weapon we want, and then we talked about all sorts of stuff for about half an hour until we had to go for charms.

Ron POV

"Good afternoon, class" Flitwick said to us from on his stack of books.

"Today, although a decent amount of you children already know this charm, even though it isn't in the curriculum normally, we will be trying out the Patronus charm. It has proven to be very useful and we want to make sure you know how to defend yourselves in case of an attack."

I smirked a bit and sat up straighter in my seat, knowing Harry was doing the same, because we are definitely better than everyone else and we taught it to them.

Plus, it's one of the most difficult charms you can produce, so the Americans won't know it and we'll impress the girls (I did notice that Percie and Thalia had showed up this class) as we get it immediately and everyone else is struggling.

I zoned out as Flitwick explained and demonstrated his Patronus. That is, until he asked me, Harry, and Hermione to also demonstrate, obviously knowing that we taught them before the terrible war that me, Harry, and Hermione pretty much won ourselves.

Harry stood up first, casting his Patronus, a stag, and saying "I could cast a much better one, but there's no need to."

Afterward, me and Hermione did ours, at about the same power level as Harry and Flitwick said to us "Thank you three. Now, I would like everyone to try the charm when I say your name. Or, if you want, you can go in a group as the Patronus' may interact. Is there anyone who wants to go first?"

Immediately, Thalia, Percie, Piper, the Grace boy, and the emo American hands shot up. "Can we go together, Professor?" The Grace boy asked. Flitwick nodded and told them to go whenever they're ready.

Me and Harry shared a look, laughing silently'They're so going to embarrass themselves.'

"Expecto Patronum!" Was said a few times as we looked over and saw not one, not two, not three, not four, but five Patronus' dancing around. A rabbit, pegasus, dove, eagle, and thestral.

"WHAT!" Harry yelled, rightfully.

"THEY MUST'VE CHEATED! OR AN ILLUSION OR SOMETHING NO ONE CAN GET IT RIGHT ON THE FIRST TRY!!!" Harry continued, that is until Flitwick, how dare he, interrupted.

"Mr. Potter, I know that you defeated Voldemort, and are the chosen one and all that, but there are things that you still don't understand and this entire situation is one of those things. I know most people don't get this on their first try but the exchange students are all evidently very powerful and this may not have been their first try at the charm anyway."

" BUT-" Harry did the brave thing and stood his ground but of course Flitwick, being the cheater he is, threatened detention and neither of us want detention on our spotless records.

The rest of charms went by almost as we wanted it to.

Only a few people were able to get their animal to appear, but some people, instead of going to us or Flitwick actually went to the Americans for help. Like, what? you've known them for like, two seconds, but we saved the world.

What the fuck have they done?

I know that the girls are super pretty so I guess I can understand that, but other than to hear the beautiful voice of Thalia or Percie or Piper, why wouldn't you ask me or Harry?

The best part of the day so far is that we have DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts, if you live under a rock) next and Slughorn, who Dumbledore somehow convinced to teach again without a savior of the world, favors Harry and I. Plus, the Americans won't be in that class, so even if they managed to get whatever spell we'll be working on, they won't be there!

On another note, me and Harry have been brainstorming girls to take to the Yule Ball. Some people might say that its too soon to be thinking of girls by how they will look with us as we walk together in front of everyone. Me and Harry say it's perfect because me, Harry, and Hermione entered the tournament, so there's a 0% chance that we're not going to be picked.

Even Hermione says its 'premature' but since the goblet is announcing the winners tonight (AKA choosing Harry, me, and Hermione for Hogwarts), we'll be showing her, and calling her an idiot because she said that when we got picked we can call her that for not thinking of people to go to the ball with sooner. Well, she actually said 'if we get picked' but we all know what she actually meant.

Ultimately, Harry and me decided on a few girls. First choices are Percie and Thalia (or Piper), then after, if for some insane reason, they say no, Hermione and Cho Chang.

They won't though. What with Harry's good looks and Percie's absolute beauty, which would be perfectly complimented with my handsomeness and Thalia's mysterious, dangerous beauty.

See? It's perfect and foolproof! It'll be so satisfying when we get to tell Hermione we told her so. Speaking of her, I wonder who she'll take? Maybe Neville or another Durmstrang boy? I don't really know what her type is, to be honest.

Hermione POV

As I sat down at the Gryffindor table across from Ginny, who looked dazed, staring at something (or someone), I felt nothing but disgust.

"Gin?"

"Hmm? Oh, Hermione!" Ginny said, snapping out of her daze. "How are things?"

"Eh." I replied, very unenthusiastically. "Things could be better. This whole thing where I have to constantly be around Harry and Ronald is extremely irritating, especially when they're objectifying women. Y'know, 'Percie and Thalia are nice arm candy, they'd be perfect dates for the yule ball,' that sort of thing."

"Ahh, I see. Well-" Ginny began to talk in a mysterious voice, like that kind they have for, like, fortune tellers, when she got interrupted by the two embodiments of 'speak of the devil'.

"HERMIONE!" Harry practically screamed in anger, causing the entire Great Hall to go silent and stare.

"Why are you spreading lies like this to everyone?" Ron asked, almost as angry looking as Harry.

I almost laughed.

"Lies? You- how horrible is your memory?" I began, then sarcastically continued, "I can understand that you can forget that you two didn't defeat Voldemort alone, but forgetting the objectifying words you were using to describe two of my best friends!"

I could feel the Great Hall begin to shake (perks of being blessed by Hecate), my anger clouding over normal control of my powers.

And of course, Ronald and Harry rolled their eyes and scoffed. "Percie and Thalia are not your best friends, besides who wouldn't want to be arm candy THE Harry Potter and Ron Weasley?"

"Anyone with a brain." I heard from Percie behind me.

Then, she walked forward, and punched Harry in the face, whilst kicking Ron in the balls.

Draco was actually with her, which I realized as he spun me around and attempted to hold in his laughing.

"Deep breaths, yeah? the entire Great Hall is shaking." He said, failing miserably at not laughing.

I calmed down quickly, causing the shaking to stop. I soon realized that almost everyone were laughing their asses off.

I looked at Pansy (note to self- I seem to be becoming a bit obsessed with her for some reason?), who was looking at me. She winked and blew a kiss at me, which I'm sure caused my face to go bright red, not that it's a particularly bad thing.

In my state of... whatever this is I barely noticed Draco whispering to me "So, Pansy, huh? By the way, you look like you're about to pass out your face is so red."

"...No." I muttered back, deciding to be stubborn.

"H, Athena kids have trouble admitting their feelings. Chris couldn't admit his feelings for Clarisse for the longest time, I hear they're still going strong. Andrew couldn't with Percie, and while they've broken up now, it was Poseidon and Athena, they would have been one of the world's wonders if they never did. I hear Malcolm Pace and Carter Barlowe from the Demeter cabin are together now, and it only took the entire camp setting them up on a date in New Rome."

I looked at Draco, just to see that he had the 'I'm fanboying over these two, leave me alone with my thoughts' look on his face, so I just told him to shut up and dragged Ginny out of the hall to tell her my thoughts.

Chapter Text

POV of someone who hasn't been introduced into the story yet

"Silence!" As Professor Dumbledore called out this one word, the Hogwarts students discontinued their laughing. "Miss Jackson, for assault of two other students, 20 points from Pegasari as well as detention for one week."

The Great Hall became, if possible, even quieter, only having heard praise for the newest additions to the school. Harry and Ron, of course, were rather happy to hear this.

"And Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, I will not allow such comments from anyone, regardless of how famous they are. 20 points from Gryffindor and detention tonight for you both."

The Great Hall, once again, became impossibly quieter. The thought of three favourites of the teachers getting yelled at in front of the whole school was slightly unnerving.

"But... Professor! You can't give me and Ron detention, we are the saviours! And were victims of Percie!" Harry boastfully whined.

"Yeah!" Ron continued, still in obvious pain. "And why is Percie not getting punished more? It's not like she's ever done bloody anything besides show up here for no reason with her friends and cause everything to change around here!"

"Mr. Weasley as much as it pains me to say, you and Potter have allowed fame to go to your heads. I would like to speak with the both of you after dinner, however, right now, everyone, go back to your meals and conversations." McGonagall sternly commanded.

The students of Hogwarts gradually turned back to their meals, talking with their friends.

I, very much, I did not.

Unfortunately, the best way to observe the progress of my children, so to speak, was to pose as some lowlife Ravenclaw loser.

I've been testing these new variants all across the Greco-Roman/wizarding worlds. Most of them complete disappointments so far, but I have more faith in this bunch.

They haven't actually done anything so far, but since it's only been a few months, I'm truly hoping that this is a small error that can be easily fixed. If not, I will likely have to give this boy his body and mind back and simply allow him to flunk all his classes. Then I will have to go back to my palace and laboratory and continue to make changes.

I was barely spared a glance as a flying airplane landed on my plate. Sadly, even the most promising batch so far failed to have the telekinesis ability most of my children share with me on some level.

'Greetings from the Hufflepuff table.' The letter read, 'I have already conveyed this message to Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. We would like to meet in a Restricted Section tonight 3.47 hours after curfew. We have information.'

Percie POV

Fucking detention. I remember detention at my schools before I had to come here. sTaY hErE fOr An HoUr, WrItE tHiS 700 tImEs, AnD tHiNk AbOuT WhY yOu SpItBaLlEd A kId WhO hAs BeEn BuLlYiNg YoU fOr YeArS.

Stupid mortals.

I haven't been to detention here yet, but I think they probably have better punishments than writing 'I will not spitball the star footballer' a thousand times. Like hanging you by your thumbs or sending you into a forest filled with monsters trying to kill you.

Granted, I often went into a forest filled with monsters trying to kill me of my own accord.

"Professor McGonagall, do you know where Professor Dumbledore's offices?" I asked as she walked past.

"Yes, I do, just go down that hallway, take a left, and at the two statues at the end, say 'Sherbet lemon'." McGonagall directed. "Good luck on detention, by the way. Harry and Ronald will probably be with you." I scrunched up my nose, and judging by her somewhat sad head nod, she agreed with me.

"'Kay, thanks professor." I waved and jogged down the hall.

Sherbet lemons are one of Paul's favourite candies, and my mom occasionally melts them down and dyes them blue, just for the sake of it.

I wonder how Estelle, my 3 year old sister is doing. I haven't seen her, my mom, or Paul since I went away. Luckily, the winter break is soon, and I'll be able to go home and friends and family from home.

I got to the two statues at the end of the hallway and said "Sherbet lemon." I guess that it's some sort of secret password, like when Sam, the security guard at Olympus, says that there is no 600th floor, and you say "The 600th floor fucking exists Sam. If you keep ignoring me so that you can read your porno magazine, I'm going to bring Tyson so that he can hug you to death" Or some variation of that.

The statues moved aside, revealing a spiral staircase, which I walked up. There was another door at the top, which was kind of stupid, since there was already a password and loud moving stairs.

Since it was clearly a design flaw, I just walked into the office. Plus, I didn't want to be here, but it was mandatory if I didn't want more detention. Potter and Weasley were already there, since they actually knew how to get here, given how often they used to get in trouble, according to Hermione.

The two boys were sitting at Dumbledore's desk, pouting. If I had to guess, they'd already tried to get out of detention, and failed miserably.

"Ah, Percie. Now that you're here, we can get on with this. You know the Forbidden Forest, correct?" Dumbledore asked. Speaking of which, why does he talk so slowly?

"Yeah. We actually have something similar at ca-" I answered, but quickly caught myself, "uh, the school I'm usually at."

"Why do you care if she knows what the forest is?" Ron asked in a very bratty tone, "Because we - me and Harry - have had enough experience in there."

Harry nodded. "We're not going in there, and you can't make us."

Sometimes, I wonder what went wrong with these two. Apparently, they used to be kind and humble.

"Miss Jackson, Mr Potter, and Mr Weasley, you will be going into the forest." Dumbledore paused, as if daring the Idiot Duo to argue, "But the war is over, and you are all experienced at this, end of the task and having you do shouldn't take you very deep in."

At this point I saw the two boys who acted like children, but were somehow older than me open their mouths, and I tuned them out.

There was some pretty neat shit around the office. Including, but not limited to, a bright red bird, a Golden Goblet of... something, obviously some living paintings, and a bunch of small gold and silver statues.

"Miss Jackson?" Dumbledore said snapping me out of my trance.

"What's up?"

Harry and Ron were pouting even deeper than they were before, and not even in the cute, seal pup away that I do it.

"All right," He smiled a little bit, "I would like you to deliver this letter to the centaurs. Ask for Firenze, and give it to him, and him only. Make sure he knows it's from me, because he should have something that he will send back."

"But-" Harry started to protest.

"Shut the fuck up, you entitled little shit." I rolled my eyes, shoving Harry into Ron, sending them both falling. Then, I turned to Dumbledore, "You didn't see that."

Ron POV

"This is bloody stupid." Harry whined, in a very manly way. "We've been out here for over an hour, and we haven't even seen a centaur."

"Can't we just go back and say that we didn't see them? It's getting dark, and I need my beauty sleep." I asked Percie, since without her, we would have already gone back.

I don't know what I was thinking, wanting to date her. She is such a bitch.

"Yes, you do." I thought I heard Percie mutter, but I must just need to get my ears checked.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you are right, this is pretty boring." Percie started, and then yelled out, "HEY! IF THERE ARE ANY CENTAURS CALLED FIRENZE OUT HERE, DUMBLEDORE HAS SOMETHING FOR YOU!"

For a moment, Harry and I just stared at her. She just let so many things in the forest know where we are.

"Would you shut your bloody mouth?" I hissed.

Percie simply rolled her eyes. Can you believe it?

Although, I find a little bit of solace in the fact that we took barely two steps before an ugly, yet strangely attractive thing with three uneven legs popped out from behind a tree with a giant dog.

"Long time no see, Persephone." The thing grinned (I think).

"Kelli," Percie started, stupidly leaving her wand in her pocket and bringing out a pen. What good could a pen do? It is a pen. "It hasn't even been a year."

"Where is that pretty little blond boytoy of yours?"' Kelli' asked.

"Kelli, Andrew and I broke up a long time ago."

"Hmm, a shame. He was certainly something. Who are these two?"

Percie, even though she was just insulting us, shoved us behind her, but Harry walked back in front of her and said," I am Harry Potter, saviour of the world, and this is Ron, my best friend. Who are you, pretty?"

'Kelli' smiled, but it looked more like she was baring her teeth at us. Percie pulled Harry back by his shirt collar and I stepped back a little bit. Percie muttered something, probably about how he could call the monster pretty.

"Don't go after them, Kelli. They're not the kind you like. Was there a reason you're here, or are you and the dog just kinda... around?" Percie said, surprising me, considering how much of a bitch she was earlier.

"Ah, yes." Kelli pulled something out of the pocket of her tattered bright pink and white skirt. "How should I put this? An unbeaten foe of yours has asked me to give you this."

The ugly monster handed the piece of folded paper to Percie, and her eyes widened in shock as she looked at the paper, even though she didn't even open it.

"Yeah, I don't really know what's in it, but thinking of your history, it's probably bad. For you at least." Kelli nonchalantly mentioned. "On another hand, I can't really turn down a good meal, Now can I?"

Great, just as me and Harry thought, bad things come from yelling in the forest.

Kelli pounced, and Percie pushed us farther back, and a sword somehow appeared in her hand. Harry and I pulled out our wands and started casting spells, which didn't seem to do much.

The dog leaped on top of Percie and knocked her down, but after a few seconds, shrivelled up into a pile of gold dust.

Ugly Kelli started walking towards us. I whispered to Harry, "Bloody hell, mate. What is this thing?"

"Now, boys, no need to be scared. It'll be over very fast." Kelli sneered. I actually felt myself relaxing, even though I definitely should not have.

"Oh stop moving, pretty boys. Nothing to be sca-" Kelly was cut off by a blade coated in gold liquid sticking out of her chest. She quickly shrivelled into a pile of gold dust just like the giant dog.

After a minute of catching our breath, Percie said, "Damn. Talk about low standards."

Chapter Text

Third Person POV

"So Pans, when are you going to ask my sister out?" Draco questioned.

At the moment, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, and a few other Slytherins were planning their next party. Slytherin often hosted absolute ragers in the Chamber of Secrets. See, after the war a few Slytherins and Ravenclaws realized it would be the perfect place for the infamous parties, since parseltounge password was not something that most people knew.

"I'll ask Hermione out when you ask Mr. Perfect Potter out." Pansy responded.

"Oh come on, he's hot, but currently a huge fucking bigot." Draco whined, turning his attention to the others in the room. "Whose turn is it to monitor the door?? Also, who's getting the booze?"

Once he got a response that of one of the Ravenclaws who is happy to stay sober, and one of the eighth year Slytherins with a family fortune that they wanted to blow out of spite, Draco turned back to his conversation.

"Yeah, okay. Potter's bigot and you aren't ambitious enough to force him to change? Sure." Pansy drew out the last word, rolling her eyes.

"I actually agree with Pans on this one." Theo chimed in. "Personally, I think you should find a way to get him at this party, get him really drunk. Some people are more honest when they're drunk."

Draco furrowed his glamour-charm-white eyebrows. "No. As much as I want to take him out, that would be manipulative. I'd be taking advantage of him. Besides, that doesn't solve the bigot problem!"

"Change of topic because we all have pathetic love lives!" Blaise finally intervened. "Triwizard Tournament - who's getting picked tomorrow?"

. . .

News of the after-party spread like wildfire. Every student above year 4 was always invited. Whenever the planners were sending out invitations, so to speak, they would slip into the conversation that it would be nice if people brought things. After all, no one can come up with everything! Usually the things people brought were things like food, alcohol, or enchanted items.

"Ready for your game, bro?" Hermione asked Draco as he suited up in the Slytherin locker room.

"Not really, but sure." Draco paused for a moment, "How did you even get in here?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed to the invisibility cloak in her hand, claiming she 'borrowed' it.

"Oi, Draco! you forgot your-" Pansy, who had discovered her love for Quidditch a few years back and was currently Slytherin Captain as a chaser walked into the secluded area Draco and Hermione were in.

"Oh! I was just, uh." Hermione stammered as she struggled to come up with an excuse as to why she was here. The fact that Pansy was clad only in tight fitting pants used for Quidditch and a sports bra, with her short black hair tied into two dutch braids.

"You forgot these in the common room, I'll just leave them here." Pansy dropped Draco's leather gloves onto the bench. "Mia, could I talk to you? Also you're - you're not really supposed to be here."

Hermione wished her brother luck on the game before following her shirtless crush just outside of the locker room.

"Mia, I-" Pansy was cut off when Hermione grabbed her face and kissed her.

It took a moment for the shocked Slytherin girl to actually realize what was happening, but after a moment she was grabbing the Gryffindor's waist, eyes fluttering shut. They kept kissing until the lack of air was getting to them and their lips were aching. Pansy rested her forehead on Hermione's, both girls lightly panting.

"Gods Pans, you have no clue how long I have wanted to do that for."

"Third year?" Pansy leaned in for another kiss.

"Well then, I guess you do." Hermione smiled.

Then, Hermione pulled a Sharpie out of her bag and wrote on Pansy's arm.

3 broomsticks, 11:00 AM, this Saturday?'

"Have a good game. I'll be in the front row of the Gryffindor stands." Then, she skipped away, smiling to herself.

"Well, Blaise. Guess whose love life just got much less pathetic?" Pansy teased as she walked back into the main locker room.

"YES!"

. . .

The game was currently tied, with Slytherin and Gryffindor both at 120 points. Dean Thomas was currently saying something, probably exactly that, over the loudspeaker but all Draco could hear was the wind screaming in his numb-from-the-cold ears.

The son of Athena was currently in a race with Harry Potter over the winged flash of gold Harry had spotted a few minutes ago. That was one perk of being seeker on the team against the boy in question - Draco could stare at him the whole time, waiting for him to see the snitch, as he pointed it out to others.

Both boys' fingers were grazing the snitch, just out of reach, when suddenly, one of the Slytherin beaters decided that Harry was just getting too close and sent a bludger his way. The ball hit Harry, visibly breaking his left leg and snapping his broom in two.

All the attendees of the match seemed to collectively hold their breath as the boy who lived plummeted from the sky.

Draco's surprise left him still for a moment with his teammate yelling at him to get the snitch. but instead of living up to his reputation of being a bit of an asshole and going for the ball, Draco dove toward the ground.

'Oh my God' Harry thought, as he plummeted, 'is the boy who lived actually going to die during Quidditch game?' The sport he is known as being the best in the world at?

Seconds before Harry hit the ground and became a bloody mess of wizard pancake, multiple teachers stood up with the intentions of casting the same spell Dumbledore had used years ago to save his life.

As you would expect, ultimately unnecessary.

You see, this was the moment when, like some sort of blonde, sweaty guardian angel, Draco Malfoy swept underneath Harry, breaking his fall about 3 feet from the ground.

This sent them both tumbling into the ground, sending Draco's broomstick flying. Groaning from the bruises and scrapes he had gained, Draco sat up.

"Potter?" He called to Harry's unmoving body. "HARRY?" He crawled over to the other boy, kneeling over him.

"Harry, please be okay." Draco pleaded to no one in particular while checking he was still alive, breathing a sigh of relief when he found a pulse.

"Malfoy?" Harry questioned, squinting at the sun, and his lack of glasses.

The second Draco heard Harry say his name (albeit, his last name) he launched himself at him, giving him the biggest hug he's given anyone in a very long time.

"Thank every God you're okay." Draco said into Harry's soil stained Quidditch robes. "Harry, I'm so sorry."

"What for?" Harry asked, "for saving my life just now, or the fact that you're making my leg worse?"

Draco quickly got off Harry, after learning he was causing him pain.

"No, for how horrible I was to you and we were younger. Despite the fact that you can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, you didn't deserve all that." Draco's voice broke a little at the end, the lump in his throat growing.

"Seriously?" Harry couldn't quite believe that his nemesis was apologizing, and so close to tears while doing so.

Draco nodded. "Yeah. I was wondering if we could start over not really forgive and forget because that's stupid but-"

Harry cut off the blond's rambling by sticking out his hand. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter."

"Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you."

. . .

"Albus, we really should go down and check on those two." Minerva McGonagall said with worry evident in her voice

"Minerva, trust me. This is the first in many steps of rekindling the Harry Potter that once was, and a Draco Malfoy that never gets shown when it counts. Not to mention a romance or two that has never been."

. . .

Dinner during the Triwizard Tournament was always an interesting affair. Typically, all of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students would have to find separate seating. This year was different in many aspects, though. Many students did not participate in protest of what had happened last time there was a tournament, there was a whole extra table, students were encouraged intermix although there weren't many who did. One thing that will always occur, though, despite everything, is the buzz of who is going to get picked by the cup. There was always some bets being placed around this, and there was always a sense of competition.

"Well, How how did you rig the goblet?" Hermione asked as she and Ginny sat down at the Pegasari table.

"Believe it or not, they actually haven't." Andrew answered. "I used a truth charm on them and everything too."

Andrew was really loving the Wizarding World. Being in a category of demigod that didn't really have a visible power, the sheer flashiness and increased abilities this world offers was very attractive, even if it wasn't always useful.

"Stop whatever the hell you're doing." Loudly, a certain white-blond Athena child slid into his seat. "Who's your money on?"

Hermione's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, "You bet money on what, the selection of the goblet?"

With a grin, Theo came running up to the table. "Not just that, but some people are betting on kill count this year. It's really funny."

"Oh yeah!" Ginny mentioned, "I bet a few American dollars on whoever the Beauxbatons kid will be."

Just as Hazel, Andrew, and Hermione were about to express their distaste for this whole thing, the Great Hall dimmed.

McGonagall tapped her glass with a silver spoon. "If we could have everyone's attention please?"

"Hey, guys!" Thalia pant-whispered as she and Nico ran up to the bench and sat down.

"Took you long enough." Whispered Percie from across the table.

"Hello, students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons," Dumbledore started. "As you all know, tonight is the night we shall be picking the competitors of the Triwizard Tournament. Alas, at the end of my speech, I'd like to have a moment of silence in remembrance of our competitors four years ago - Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter, Victor Krum, and most of all, Cedric Diggory."

He paused for a moment. "Each one showed extreme bravery, loyalty, wit, and ambition. Most of all, I would like you to think about our very own Cedric Diggory. He died in the final challenge, at the hands of Voldemort. Cedric Diggory died for what he believed in just like any number of you would, and many of your friends and family did. Please keep his sacrifice in mind as we continue with tonight's events."

Dumbledore left the students with that somewhat incomplete, short speech. During the moment of silence, all of the students and staff silently paid their respects to the many losses during The Wizarding War, specifically Cedric and their own friends and family.

The demigods, not knowing Cedric or anyone who died during The Wizarding War personally, silently mourned their late friends, whether they had gone on to be reborn, or were currently spending eternity in Elysium.

Once the minute was up and no one was quite as excited about this anymore, Flitwick summoned the Goblet from its place in a tower, saying a spell that would tell the goblet that it was time to choose.

In a few seconds, the blue flames were turning red, spouting out a piece of fabric tied in an intricate knot. Once the Hogwarts Headmaster had finally untied it, he yelled out " Beauxbatons, Roxanne Crespeau, Emilie Charlotte, and Marie Jordan!"

A loud cheer rose as one blonde girl and two brunettes came to collect the fabric and stand at the doors to the Great Hall with their headmistress. Just as the cheers stopped, the Goblet changed colour again.

It spat out a slip of roughly chopped paper. "Durmstrang, Ivan Ivanov, Damyan Nikolov, and Rayko Iliev!"

A deeper sounding cheer burst from the students of Durmstrang, as the three boys followed the lead of the girls before them. Once again, as the cheering died down, the Goblet changed colour.

This time, three papers fell out. One piece of standard lined paper, one piece of old parchment, and one with a drawing of a stinky man holding a lighting bolt on it.

"Hogwarts!" Dumbledore called out, mildly confused. "Minerva, would you come look at this?"

McGonagall got up from her seat, and took the papers from Dumbledore's hand.

"It seems as if the Goblet has decided on a team on its own," The teacher paused for the whispers and protests of students to stop. "Now, before I read these names out, I wish to remind you all that anyone wanting to participate had to use their legal first and last names." McGonagall had to pause once more due to the whispers. "Draco Malfoy, Hermione Malfoy, and Peresphone Jackson!"

Chapter Text

Percie furrowed her eyebrows.

Could the cup do that? Why would the cup do that?

“Huh?” Draco asked, just as confused.

Hermione seemed a little scared as she leaned over and whispered to Percie, “I entered with Harry and Ron, I don't want to do this. I thought the cup would just reject the submission.”

“The cup has selected our champions.” Proclaimed Minerva, waving the trio over.

All the other students and teachers stared as they hesitantly made their way to her, wondering what was so special about these three. Each demi-wizard reached for their slip of paper, and while Percie took hers with no problem - even snickering at the doodle of her uncle - Draco yelped, his hand slightly burnt as he withdrew. 

Minerva grimaced as she explained, “Right. For the sake of security, you two,” she gestured at Draco and Hermione, “cannot handle these. Not unless you wish to remove the glamour charms.” 

The twins considered it, then Hermione spoke. “Professor, Percie, do you think that would be wise at this point? I mean, do we have to do this?” 

Minerva hesitated, pressing her lips together in consideration. “Due to the charms that the cup imbues into the papers, it is typically required. I doubt that the cup will choose again if it’s done this, so your only other option would be coming up with a story as to why you can’t remove them.”

“You should just do it.” Percie said, “They'll have to come off at some point. Might as well be now. The real question is what you'll tell everyone.”

Draco and Hermione shared a look, pondering. Then, Hermione broke eye contact and addressed the hall of students, teachers, faculty, and knowing the triwizard tournament's history, at least one person taking photos for the newspapers.

“For the sake of participation in this tournament,” Hermione projected into the Hall, “I would like to announce the fact that Draco Malfoy and myself are twin siblings. The reason that we have kept this private is because I have always been a tad more critical of the history of our family - the Malfoy family - and wasn't keen on being associated with it. This is something that we’re both rather sensitive about, so I would appreciate if you allowed us to elaborate on our own time, when we feel ready.”

In the wake of everyone's surprise and suspicion, a few surprised noises and heckles coming from the crowd, Hermione removed her glamor charm, then Draco's. She took her paper slip while Draco was forced to unbutton the first three buttons on his white shirt to accommodate his broader shoulders.

.     .     .

“How is this valid?” Headmistress Maxime of Beauxbatons demanded, her french accent seeping into her voice more than normal. She was pacing the room and the other adults stood, fidgeting and clearly worried while the nine students who had been chosen by the triwizard cup sat, watching them quietly.

“I think a better question has to do with their” the new Durmstrang headmaster, Darian Todorov, pointed at Draco and Hermione, “identities.” 

“If I can add something -” Percie said, intending to defend her friends.

“YOU MAY NOT.” Todorov raged, not a fan of the girl who he had seen being violent towards his students.

“Everyone calm down,” Dumbledore said calmly. “I have always been aware of these children and their siblinghood. I am aware of their circumstances and I do not think that further elaboration is in order, not yet. You may take my word as well as Minerva and Severus’ word that there are good reasons for their artifice.”

The answer did not satisfy the guest teachers, nor their students, but it would have to do for now. 

“Very well.” Headmaster Todorov grumbled. 

Minerva nodded before continuing, “Now, there shall be interviews with the Daily Prophet in between now and the first challenge, and there shall be several interviews throughout this tournament. We will be holding a Yule Ball, but we will also be opening up suggestions from students for events we can hold to celebrate this tournament. The first challenge will take place in 3 weeks, and each challenge will be about three months apart. Champions, you shall all receive owls with more information closer to these events. For now, please return to your common rooms.” The Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students left, but Percie wished to stay.

“Minerva.” she stood, slightly panicked, “Why did the cup do that? Because-”

“We do not know and I advise-” 

“If the cup can be tampered with-” 

“That you do not think too hard until-” 

“Then I would be really concerned since-”

“We know more so that you don't-”

“I keep having dreams and I think something is wrong because what if someone’s trying to-”

“PERSEPHONE.” Minerva firmly placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder before continuing. “I understand that this is a shock, but you need to calm down. We will figure this out, but know that the cup may simply see something in the way you three work together that we do not. Now, have a good night.”

Percie wanted to protest. But she knew that Minerva was right. This may very well be like a prophecy - something that one cannot fully understand until it plays out.

“Fine.” Percie grumbled as Draco and Hermione stood to leave.

.     .     .

“Sorry. About telling everyone without running a plan over with you.” Hermione told her brother as they left. 

“It's alright. After all, this probably poses more issues for you.” Draco laughed, “Y’know with Harry and Ronald.”

The trio rounded the corner, headed for the Gryffindor tower first.

“Personally, I just think that both of you will need to decide on a reasonable explanation for all this. I mean, why would Draco have a glamour charm if the problem is all on ‘Mione's side?” Percie chimed in, “But that's not my problem, so good luck!”

She patted both of their shoulders with a grin turning on her heel and walking off to her dorm.

.     .     .

“Harry, just trust me! I can't tell you everything yet, but I swear that this was all for a good reason.” Hermione argued, internally wincing at her spotty logic. She was trying to keep her voice down because they were in the common room. There were only a few people there since it was late, but she still wanted some privacy.

“So I'm just supposed to believe that the cup not only placed you with Draco, but with that…Death Eater? And that you lied to me for 8 years about who you are?”

Hermione understood. She did. Harry and Ron understandably felt hurt by her deception, but it's not like she can just tell them about the gods yet, either.

“Harry, Ron, please. You have to trust me when I say; this I only pretended not to be myself because I didn't want to just be known as a Malfoy. I didn't want people to gravitate to me or avoid me because of my name.” 

Ron was silent, but Harry scoffed. “Which is why you kept this from us? Me? I saved the world and you can't even tell me your real name?” 

Hermione wasn't even sure how to respond. Because in reality, yes, there is a lot that the demi-witch doesn't trust him with. But how can she say that? 

Ron finally spoke, “Does this have something to do with the Americans?” 

“If it does,” Harry threatened, “Then I can't help you during the tournament. Trust me, you want the help of - ”

“For the love of Athena Harry, they're not Death Eaters!” Hermione snapped, “I get that you're hurt, but don't act like I need to rely on you for everything! Now, if you two don’t mind, I'm going to bed before either of you comes up with the clever idea that I'm a Death Eater because I have friends!” 

Hermione stormed up the stairs into her dorms, startling the other two girls there as she angrily slammed the door.

.     .     .

Draco was sitting on his four poster bed with Blaise and Theo as he dusted off the handful of hair products that he had brought, in case he needed to make his honey blond curls look their best during the school year.

“I really wasn't expecting that.” Said Blaise. “Of course, I know she's your sister, but how the hell do you plan to do damage control on this? What do your dad and stepmother think?”

“Gods, I have no idea.” replied the son of Athena, “I think my parents are fine with this, but they will probably send Mia a howler for not telling them her nonexistent plan beforehand”

The three boys paused their conversation as Draco used a charm to wet his hair.

“I don't get it,” Theo piped up, the son of Aphrodite furrowing his eyebrows as he laid on Draco’s bed, “Why do you use muggle products? My hair may be straight as a pin, but even I've heard of Madame Gosling’s line of products.”

“Because, Theodore,” Draco sighed dramatically, “That line contains shrivelfig oil. Sure, it provides good looks, but it can make your hair so dry. Really, I would be disappointed in myself if I was as careless as to use that.”

A loud banging on the door interrupted their conversations as Pansy poked her head in.

“Quit making out in there. Draco, a letter came for you. I don't recognize the owl though, it's not from school or anyone I know.”

They stood and curiously trotted down the stairs, a large gray owl landing on Draco's shoulder and dropping a letter with an odd seal in his hands. 

Draco reached out to pet the animal before asking, “Are you from camp?” The owl nipped his ear in response. “No, then. Are you… are you from my mom?” The owl nuzzled his forehead, much in the way a cat might. “Why?” Draco asked, confused, his voice getting softer, “Why me? Andrew and Hermione are here too.” The owl simply gestured at the letter and flew off.

.     .     .

Andrew was a lot a bit stressed about what just happened. Not to mention, Percie's dreams, the letters, the fact that his siblings were participating in this tournament.

Percie hadn't wanted to cause alarm, but had shared the story of her encounter with Kelli to Andrew, Nico, and Thalia. This was mostly to gauge what to do next, but they really didn't know.

What were they supposed to do when an empousa gives Percie a letter from Tartarus - the primordial god - promising revenge for what she had done in his domain?

Andrew had been confused by this at first, then Percie explained that the letter was talking about her trick with turning Akhlys’ poison against her, as well as something Andrew hadn't realized she had done - bending Tartarus's ichor to make it harder for him to stop them as they cut the chains on the Doors of Death and escaped alive.

Andrew also should talk to Hecate, or at least reach out, to ask if what Hermione did was … okay.

Thalia interrupted his brooding. “What do you think, Andrew?”

“Think about what?” The blonde replied.

“Do you think that they’ll do challenges based off of demigod stuff at all?” Thalia rolled her eyes.

 “It depends,” he licked his lips, “on whether they want Percie to win.”

“Fair enough.” The girl in question said, flicking Riptide through her fingers. “I would be better at anything to do with Greek and Roman mythology and physical combat than the others, and Wizarding magic isn’t particularly intuitive yet. Let’s be real here, I’d rather fight a dragon with Riptide than use my wand to play a trick.”

Thalia remembered something and blinked. “What about the mirror? I don't think we told you guys, but when Percie and I snuck off and she took the hunters oath, we overheard Albus, Sev, and Minerva talking about a cursed mirror.” She proceeded to relay what they had heard a few weeks ago to the two boys.

Nico frowned. “I hope they don't. What are they thinking, trigger the PTSD of a bunch of teenagers to have a challenge be interesting? It's just…” He trailed off, not certain how to describe his thoughts.

Andrew is perfectly aware of what that mirror would show him. It would make him relive the time and Tartarus when Percie was drowning Akhlys. That look in her eyes was one that terrified him to the bone, and was the whole reason he broke up with her. How was he supposed to not do that when, for so long, that power-hungry, blood thirsty look in her eyes was all he could see when he looked at the daughter of Poseidon? Even now, he feared that look returning every time she won a hard fought victory, when she performed a particularly hard feat, when she got angry.

What it would show Percie, he had no idea. Sure, Andrew knew what she had been through, but what memory would she hold in the worst light?

Gabe? Bianca's death? Battle? The Styx? Losing her memories? Being trapped? Drowning? Tartarus?

The list just goes on.

In the meantime, he should probably do something to try and make Harry and Ron trust them more. After all, Andrew had a feeling that they would have a role to play in whatever happened next. But how could he make them trust him?

Chapter Text

Keep in mind the twisted Erised and do not allow your hubris to get the best of you. This will be intended to make you come out stronger. Brace yourself, my son, and warn the others.

It would be unwise of me to have disbelief in the skills of the three of you.

Regardless, to ensure that my message will get the main point across: don't be stupid.

Sincerely, Athena Nike

“Wow.” Andrew marvelled, “Mom kinda maybe told you that she believes in you. She only told me stuff like that after the Titan war.” 

Percie laughed, remembering Athena's awkward attempt at telling him that she was somewhat impressed. Then, she said with a satisfied grin, “It's so great having a dad who likes me.” 

“Oh Percie!” Thalia cried in a dramatic imitation of her uncle, throwing herself over her cousin, “My lovely daughter! Little sea star! How I love you! Would you like my trident? You can beat up Zeus with it! Or perhaps you would rather have a kingdom?” 

Percie smacked her upside the head, flushed amongst the group of demigods, laughing uncontrollably. 

The laughs soon quieted, and ended with people wiping away tears from leaky eyes and residual giggles. 

“Continuing on,” Percie grinned, “Erised. That's the mirror, right?” 

“Wait, what mirror?” Frank asked. 

Thalia relayed the same information that she had given Andrew and Nico a day prior. 

“Okay…” Said the son of Mars, uneasy with the information presented.  “Athena said that you three should brace yourselves. So, figure out what it will show you and…figure out how to cope with it?”

Percie frowned. “I don't like this. It seems like a step too far. But, to my earlier question, Erised is the mirror, right?” 

“It is.” answered Hermione, “I expect there will be people and staff that can call it off if you can't do whatever it wants you to do.” She changed her tone, trying to be optimistic, “Besides, whatever it will be, it will be something we've already faced. Who's to say we can't face it again?”

Despite her efforts to sound confident and upbeat, she didn't believe her own words enough to prevent the pensive pause that followed. 

“I want to tell the others.” Percie spoke, breaking the silence. “The other champions, that is.”

Draco nodded. “A little quid pro quo could do us some good, assuming a goddess doesn't intend to help us for the next challenge.” 

“On that subject, I actually have a thought that I'm certain not all of you will like, but I feel like I should share.” Andrew spoke up, unsure of how best to phrase his words. “I think that whatever is happening will be something that we should try to have Harry and Ron in our corner for and we should try to foster a friendship with them.” 

A range of groans rose from the group. 

“You suck!”

“I'm serious!” Andrew spluttered, “Even if they can't do much else, people trust them. If they trust us, people won't hate us when we inevitably have to tell them about the god stuff. I hate the idea that there may be another war, but a fucking primordial god has a personal grudge against Percie, and gods arent exactly known for being low-key about…anything, really.”

“Yeah, well, you can do whatever you want.” Hermione said bitterly, crossing her arms, “I'm not talking to them until they both apologize.” 

“I made a truce with Harry at the game.” Draco offered “I could try to bridge the gap?”

“No offense sweetie,” Theo scoffed, “but you're not exactly the most Charming Little Prince.”

“Maybe not,” Draco replied, “but I think he might try harder to be chill with me, considering the fact he didn't do his ‘I saved the world’ routine with me at the game.” 

The demigods considered his plan. Few of them were familiar enough with Harry or Ron to be certain about this, which caused some reluctancy. Even Hermione wasn't sure about this - she may have been close with the two at one point, but it seems like everything has been changing in the past year.

“It's worth a shot.” sighed Percie, “Besides, what's the worst that could happen?”

.     .     .

Hermione Malfoy has faced a lot in the eighteen years she's been on this planet.

She hasn't been on any official quests for camp, but did participate in the quest to find the horcruxes for The Wizarding world, and did play a role in both the Wizarding and Titan wars. The question is, which should she prepare to relive? 

She suspected it would be one of three things; getting tortured by Bellatrix, thinking Harry was dead during the battle, or the aftermath of the Titan war. 

Hermione suspects that it will be the third. Not only was she younger for that, there were pretty large-scale losses of such young people there. 

*Flashback* 

16 year old Hermione was sweaty, covered in dust and blood. For the most part, it wasn't hers. 

She was slowly making her way through the sleepy, war-torn Manhattan, looking for her comrades.

Gods, so many were badly injured or dead. Sure, Kronos was defeated and Percie was alive, but at what cost? 

She heard pained groans coming from behind a pile of rubble that had yet to be cleared and reached over to check it out. Behind the rubble was Matilda.

Matilda was one of Hermione's sisters, and one of her best friends. She was fourteen, and currently bleeding out on the stained concrete, desperately trying to apply enough pressure with shaky hands on the claw marks that littered her abdomen. 

Hermione’s breath hitched as she removed her sweater to try and slow the blood flow, gauging the distance between here and the Infirmary tents. At least a few kilometers. 

“Mia,” Matilda coughed, “It's okay, help someone else. I won't-” 

“No, shut up.” Hermione growled, “You'll be fine. Grab my neck.” 

Hermione leaned down to her little sister and picked her up and the bridal hold, a feat that was only possible due to Hermione's racing adrenaline. Hermione went as fast as she could, seeing other campers retrieving their friends and siblings. 

She tried not to look at Matilda's far too pale face or pay attention to her freezing fingers. 

“Mione,” the girl whimpered, “Do you have any drachmas? For Charon?” 

Tears stung the sixteen year old's eyes, as she picked up the pace. 

Matilda started coughing again. “Stop.” Cough. “Mia.” Cough. “Please,” Cough. “Stop.” 

Matilda's injuries were too bad, and they were at least two kilometres from the infirmaries. 

Needless to say, Hermione was several drachmas poorer by the end of that day. 

*End of flashback*

.     .     .

Draco Malfoy liked to think that he was not an emotional man. In many respects, he wasn't, actually. One of the things that comes with being a reformed asshole is an ability to apply many perspectives on a situation and use that to logically detach yourself from the situation.

For Draco, the thing that he used to use to prove to himself that he wasn't an emotional man was something that he actually thought about more than he’d like to admit - his worst memory. 

It was one that he was very certain of, but felt very bad about because despite having the exposure and role in the Wizarding war and second Titanomachy that he had, his worst memory was not about something he had seen. This was despite the fact that the son of Athena had seen people killed, people (including his sister, father, and friends) tortured, his uncle's descent into madness, and had to bury friends and build pyres for people close to him at the age of sixteen. 

No, Draco's worst memory was one of his aunt Bellatrix's reaction to him aiding the escape of her prisoners. 

It made sense, of course. That curse is designed to be many things - painful, torturous, maddening. But it is also designed to be ingrained into one's memory. 

.     .     .

Percie Jackson has had so many terrifying moments that it's tricky to pick one. However, she hasn't had a memory that scared her in such a haunting and lasting way than drowning.

As a daughter of Poseidon, drowning hadn't been a threat she had even considered until she nearly drowned in mud in Alaska, and so the shock of it all continues to haunt her to this day.

In pure water, she doesn't tend to think about it. Especially in her father’s kingdom of Atlantis, the water was pure and divine and clean and it was actually easier to breathe there than in the polluted streets of New York. However, there are more waters that are polluted enough for her heart to race just a little in memory of suffocating.

It was one of the things she appreciated about Hogwarts - their lake, which held magical creatures who were irritatingly reverent of their princess, was charmed to resist the pollution that mortals pumped into waterways across the world.

After the second Gigantomachy, Percie became very close with her father and paternal family (of course, ensuring to not neglect her maternal family) to the point where some kids at camp had dubbed the members of Percies family that she was close with to be the ‘sea fam’. Naturally, it took about a week before Triton heard this and had a very confused conversation with his little sister since he had very little understanding of mortal slang.

Not that she had expected him to, but Poseidon did not understand her issues with drowning.

He was trying, and Percie knew that, but he had just found the idea of his daughter having a fear of drowning to be preposterous.

“Percie,” the god chuckled, “I’m sorry for laughing, but that seems a little… how would your friend - Athena’s ankle biter - put it? Illogical?”

Percie had flushed in embarrassment, regretting bringing up the topic. “I know that. I know I can’t drown. But it's different in mud or poison than in water.” She switched to a more reflective tone, almost trying to alleviate the hurt of her dad not trying to understand, not exactly realizing how much bitterness was seeping in. “I don't really expect you to understand what it feels like to be unable to breathe. You can't even die, why would you fear that feeling so much?”

Poseidon gave his daughter a sad smile, reaching out to cup her cheek.

“I hate that you’ve had to go through all this. I think,” he paused, wistful. “I think that sometimes, I can't help but think of you as being younger than you are. I suppose in comparison with my age, you are practically a baby.”

He sighed and sat on the kline that resided in Percie’s Atlantean bedroom before gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“I so regret-” 

“Not being present for my childhood? Not doing more to help me on my quests?” Percie interrupted.

“I suppose I have breached the topic before.” 

They both were aware, of course, of the reasons for his absences in his daughter's life. Despite the slight discomfort of the moment, Percie was perfectly content to lean into her dads side and let him plant a kiss on her head.

“You know that if you ever need something, you can just pray to me and I will do as much as I am able to aid you, right?”

Percie had simply hummed in response.

.     .     .

“Roxanne!” Piper called, having been put on ‘operation good karma’ for the french girls, seeing as she could speak the language. “That's your name, right?”

“It is, yes.” The brunette replied, recognizing the black and white robes, though confused at the reason for this interaction.

“My name is Piper - I’m Percie’s friend, from the choosing ceremony or whatever it's called?” Piper fidgeted with the cuffs of her sleeves - more of an ADHD thing than a nerve thing though.

“Right. Can I help you?” Roxanne seemed irritated by Piper as she adjusted the book bag that was slung over her right shoulder.

“Actually, I would like to help you.” Piper pulled out a note that Hermione had written for the champions to communicate their information. “We have reason to believe that the first challenge involves some sort of- well, I don't think I can explain it well. Feel free to talk with whoever you like about this.”

The Beauxbatons girl took the note, clearly unimpressed. “Uh huh. And why is it that you are here and not my opponent? Is she intimidated by me?”

If only she knew how hard it was to intimidate Percie Jackson , Piper thought with a snort.

“She's stretched a little thin between class and this tournament.” The daughter of Aphrodite replied dryly. “Considering I know how difficult it is to make her want to do less, I’d get working on this with my teammates.”

Roxanne gave her a final glare (which was really more of a pout with attitude) before storming off.

.     .     .

Potions class was always nice for Andrew because they almost always got to brew something, which meant stuff to do while not having to listen to lectures.

The class was currently trying their hand at making a batch of Skele-gro while Severus periodically glared at them from his desk, grading homework and occasionally sighing exasperatedly. 

“Uh - hello.” Spoke a nervous, accented voice, making Andrew pause what he was doing.

He looked up from his work to see a very beefy looking guy - almost like a shorter Frank - standing beside him. Andrew squinted, certain he recognized the other boy. “What's up?”

“You are the friend of the three Hogwarts champions, correct? I am Damyan, I was chosen for Durmstrang.”

Of course, that was where he recognized him from! “Oh! Yeah, I remember you!” Andrew grinned, “I am friends with the Hogwarts champions, what can I do for you?” he gestured vaguely behind him, where he was certain (judging by the laughs and screams about leeches) that Percie and Thalia were messing around with something.

“They do seem a tad preoccupied, no?” The Bulgarian smiled in amusement. “I am surprised they do not get in trouble for that.”

Demigod privileges. What a scam.

“Regardless,” Damyan said, “do you have any clues for the first challenge yet? Rayko has not yet been successful in discovering the challenge and Ivan…well, he's more interested in getting a girlfriend.”

“Charming. Can't wait to see how all you champions get along.” Andrew laughed. “But, yes, actually. As far as we can tell, the first challenge features a charmed mirror to show you your worst memory. I think it has something to do with being brave and facing struggles.”

.     .     .

“Wow! Just, wow! Now champions, this will be the first year ever to introduce this way of doing the tournaments - in trios! Isn’t that simply wonderful?” Exclaimed an overly peppy Rita Skeeter.

Percie was overwhelmed, to say the least. This woman was dressed up in emerald green and red with far too much makeup on. Honestly, she was reminiscent of Effie from The Hunger Games.

The reporter's emerald green quill took notes as she spoke like some kind of magical text-to-speech microphone. There was a whole news team there to document the nine triwizard champions, taking pictures, writing notes, recording the whole thing on some sort of odd wizard camera.

Some noises of agreement arose from the nine teenagers, none of them quite comfortable enough to give a proper answer. In response to this, Skeeter allowed a prying, sparkly, plastic smile to spread across her face.

“Well, Hermione, Draco! You two have been the absolute talk of the town ever since you two announced your siblinghood. Of course, the two of you look very different now, but tell me, why did you do that? I mean, one doesn’t exactly hide their identity for eighteen years for no reason, now do they?” She leaned in, reminding Percie a little too much of certain monsters she had encountered.

However, the two had clearly decided upon a good story because of the confidence with which Hermione spoke. “Well, when we were born, I was something of a surprise. At the time, You-Know-Who was still in power, Harry and his family hadn’t weakened him yet. Our parents fully expected that he would not fall soon, and that any children they had would be raised as Death Eaters. They didn't want this, but decided that due to certain circumstances, they would keep me a secret. I was still raised at home because it wasn't that hard to keep a newborn away from the dark side for a month while You-Know-Who fell and the other Death Eaters were rounded up.”

It wasn't a total lie. She only really lied about a few key parts, and those were pretty much just the parts that directly involved Athena.

Skeeter didn't seem satisfied, but she let out a little sympathetic sigh and didn't push it.

She proceeded to proclaim that they didn’t have much time together before cracking a bad joke about how they must all want to get back to their studies.

Yeah, you wish.

Percie was completely bored by the discussion. Apparently, Ivan was a cousin of Viktor Krum (a name that Percie barely recognized), Emilie was part veela and a big advocate for the rights of ‘half breeds’, and Marie was a muggleborn who was something of a child prodigy, having discovered a new use for shrivelfig.

After the word ‘shrivelfig’ entered Percies ears, she opted to tune out, instead allowing her mind to wander while glancing at everything in the room at least thrice.

A sharp elbow quickly found its way into her side, and action that would ordinarily have cost Draco his expensive haircut. However, she was on camera and was supposed to act civilized for once, so she just played up the ‘I’m just a cute girl who couldn’t listen’ angle.

“What?” Percie blinked, eliciting a round of laughs.

“I said , how are you liking Hogwarts?” smiled Skeeter, unsettling Percie.

“It's cool.” Percie said, giving her signature lopsided smile. “At my normal school we learn more physical stuff and we don’t use wands as often, and not everyone does the exact same thing. But this place is really neat and I’m glad to be here.”

Percie could practically feel the side eye she was getting from Hermione.

“That's lovely, dear.” Honestly, Percie had to respect this woman's self control. After all, her eye was practically twitching after whatever the hell had happened earlier and Percie’s undramatic response. “Now, I heard from a little birdy that you did not enter with these two. Who did you enter with, what do they feel about this situation?”

Percie forced herself to relax a little, leaning back in her chair and staring down the reporter. “I entered with my cousins, Nico and Thalia. They’re cool about it, mostly because they’re helping us with preparations. Quite frankly, we’ve been on a handful of little adventures together and sitting out on this one won’t cost them much.”

Considering the laughs that terrible jokes had been getting throughout the evening, Percie decided to add in: “and by the way - if you could send that little birdy our way, a hint about the next challenge could be nice.”

“Ah, that was just wonderful, Percie!” Skeeter laughed, pretending to wipe away tears. “Unfortunately, you kids must be off to bed, but before we part ways for now, I have one last question: are you ready for your first challenge tomorrow?”