Hermione pov

It was late afternoon at Camp Half-Blood, and I had just come back from Junior advanced magic with Lou Ellen. (My bunk is in the Hecate cabin and, yeah, Hecate's my mom.) I heard footsteps coming up the cabin porch, and a blonde head of hair peered around in the half gloom.

Draco studied me, the mistrust obvious in his deep grey eyes.

"Chiron would like to see you in the Big House in five minutes." He said curtly and then practically threw himself from the room.

I swallowed down the lump of self-pity in my throat. No one likes the Hecate kids, especially since our mother chose to fight for the Titans in the Second Titan War. We're too powerful and creepy. I mean, yeah, we're respected but out of fear, not friendship. And it's really hard if you like someone. You know, like, like someone.

Hmph. That's me getting all philosophical, and I'm only eleven. Some of the god's say that I am too young to come to camp, that I have not proved myself worthy enough. However there are three of us, me and Draco are eleven, and Draco has a sister, who is ten years old. We all grew up quickly, attracted unwanted attention of them. That's when our protectors decided to bring us to CHB. However not without some complications.

I mentally pulled myself together, and muttered goodbye to Lou. She looked at me like she knew what I was going through, but she didn't. Nobody did, apart from us. I took a couple of steady steps, and headed towards the Big House.

Now, whatever heard about my home, from whichever source, you have to know that it is beautiful. There's the glittering, sea-green ocean in the distance and mysterious sprawling woods to the east. There are massive strawberry fields in the west, tended to by the Demeter cabin and, occasionally, by Mr D. It has a small central canoe lake and around 20 or so cabins (designed by Olympus' head architect, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena) built in the shape of an omega.

On my way up to Chiron's, I passed the Hephaestus forges, the arts and crafts building and the coliseum. That's where I saw Annabeth (yes, the same Annabeth) trying to beat up her boyfriend. It was proving to be an unsuccessful attempt, he still had the curse of Achilles.

This place is my home, wacky as it is.

I'd walked further up the valley without noticing, lost in all my thoughts. Nearing the pale baby blue house. I stamped up the porch and pushed the door open, expecting Chiron, expecting normality, expecting anything but what I saw.

Draco, Chiron and Luna!

I smiled a small happy smile. It was nice to have one person at least who took the time to talk to me and the other Hecate cabin. She didn't look at stereotypes or care about her reputation, that's why we all like her. She is a cutie, and she babbles on about obscure facts and animals, some of which are pretty unbelievable.

Hang on, there was me, Draco and Luna in this room. Three of us. And those rumours of I'd heard, about England. This was a quest.

Chiron evidently saw the look of dawning comprehension on my face, so he asked me to say what I knew. Gods this was awkward, me knowing more than a couple of Athena kids! I could see any credibility I'd had crumbling around me. However, Chiron's eyes showed that he was waiting for me to speak.

"Ok, so you know the mortals have fairy tales." I started. The two nodded. "About witches and wizards. Um, well … they're real."

Wow, they actually did not know that. They both had shocked looks on their faces and seemed to want to ask about 20 or so questions at the same time. I wasn't finished yet though.

"They have a very active, undetected community around the world, however the fate of its world now lies in Britain. Although other countries would beg to differ and say that they are the ones who'll be heroes, they really aren't. Within Britain is the most prestigious Wizarding School around. Hogwarts." I paused here waiting for the expected laugh. Needless to say, there wasn't any.

"About five years ago, a very powerful Dark wizard resurfaced after eleven years of supposed death. " I got interrupted then.

"How does a wizard 'supposedly' die?" asked Luna. The answer was kind of obvious, but good question.

"Well, the wizard in question, fired a killing curse which backfired for some unknown reason. However by the act of killing the two other people in the house, the wizard attached a piece of his soul onto the only living thing in the room. The young toddler whom he had been trying to kill. So he was unable to die, and gained a new form through dark means." That was a mouthful to say and I was just repeating verbatim what mom had told Lou Ellen.

"Unfortunately, it also left a trace, and a connection to the wizard who tried to kill him. The killing curse leaves a mark on anything it touches. A bad side-affect is that it gives out a signal to any lurking monsters. Like our demigod scent."

Luna looked a bit green, but Draco was staring at me, intrigued by what I was telling them.

"Anyways, I'm betting that we have to go protect him from any Greek monsters that might try to kill him. After all he is about to be thrust into a war because of a prophecy." Chiron nodded his head.

"Indeed Miss Granger, an old friend has asked for three demigods to assist him in this matter. To befriend, teach and protect Mr Harry Potter."