Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own Percy Jackson. If I did, I probably wouldn't even be bothering with this.


PIPER

It all started at the bonfire tonight.

Nico and Thalia were arguing with each other, Clarisse was arm wrestling with another room mate from the Ares cabin, Rachel was talking animatedly with Annabeth, and Katie Gardner was saying that she was not Travis' girlfriend (while Nico was making all her plants wilt behind her.)

Meanwhile, 'Supreme Commander of the Argo 2' was out- our one worry. But a month ago, he'd promised Calypso that he would come back again for her, so we hoped he would be back in a month max. And Leo had burst into flames and saluted. Typical.

The only other absence was of Connor Stoll, who had been on a little mission from Chiron. He wouldn't tell us what it was, but I hoped we would figure out soon enough.

Thankfully, the war had passed, but it had left a few unfortunate deaths. One of them, for example, was Drew, who went back to the cabin (which was full of monsters at that time in war) to get her make- up kit, but I didn't feel much sympathy there. I couldn't believe I was saying this, but it was literally her own fault.

Anyways, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful as we burned her shroud (pink with her name signed in lipstick and braided with ribbons.) She was my half- sister, after all.

The other death I remember was Octavian. He had tried to kill us so many times, one of his plans backfired on him and he was the one going ka-boom instead of us.

Jason suddenly sat down next to me.

"How's Camp Half Blood?" I asked. "Better, or do you prefer the Roman one?"

Chiron coughed, and I looked around, realizing I was the only one talking and blushed.

They Apollo cabin were introducing us to a new song that Chiron had recommended, and it went like this:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Teach us something please

Whether we be old or bald

Or young with scabby knees

Our heads could do with filling,

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

When the song had finished, everyone starting laughing hard (me included.) This was probably some joke, and we'd be waiting for the real song Chiron recommended.

"Like, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts?" Percy choked out.

"More like Piggy Pimply Pimplypigs," Jason added and I had to agree.

But strangely enough, this seemed it. Chiron's eyes showed no sign of confusion, and he stood up to talk.

"Campers, I have some news," he started.

The bone fire turned purple, as he continued.

"Long ago, Hecate blessed a group of mortals she favoured with magical powers, called witches and wizards.-"

"-You mean those people on broomsticks with black pointy hats and sticks?" Clarisse was trying not to laugh.

"-Her descendants keep multiplying, and every year, she blesses a few. These days, everyone has at least one drop of magical blood in them- yes, even demigods, from your mortal parents. However, only a few have enough power to do true magic." Chiron finished, effectively ignoring Clarisse.

"Hold on," Thalia said. "Very funny. You're saying that witches and wizards actually exist. Come on, we all know those children's stories. Maybe Neeks here-" she gestured to Nico- "is young and would eat it all up, but come on."

"Hey!" Nico protested, and I bit back a grin as they started to teasingly spar with one another. Any mortal would've gasped at our violence, but hey, this was normal. Nico was at the point of summoning up the undead, while Thalia was thinking about which part to fry Nico first before Katie Gardner broke it up.

"Then one day," Chiron droned on, conveniently ignoring Thalia, "there was a wizard turned evil named Tom Marvolo Riddle, know known as -" He was interrupted again, this time by Nico.

"-Lord Voldemort," Nico said.

This was the wrong thing to say. I was gasping for breath, Jason was trying to keep steady from falling off by holding on to me (I was unsteady too, so we both tumbled down to the ground.) We weren't alone, Percy was rolling around on the ground clutching his sides, yelling, "Mouldyshorts! Mouldymort! Mouldywart! Voldywart!"

Even Annabeth couldn't control herself. "Gods, the ultimate threat is some guy named Mouldyshorts!"

Finally, after about a full eight minutes, and nine broken bells to get our attention (only the last one worked), we were ready to hear what he had to say next.

Nico rolled his eyes. (I swear, it's like he has no soul.) "He's been adding on to the paperwork my father has to do. He's trying to live for ever, and basically rule everything, yada yada."

Nobody denied it. Being the son of Hades, Nico (a.k.a.) Death Breath was King - of- all- dead- things- junior.

"There is only on boy who can stop him, his name is Harry Potter."

That was another breaking point. Everyone started laughing.

" Percy guffawed. "No wonder people are afraid of a giant, hunk of mould. And the saviour is some guy named Hairy Poopter-" Annabeth had punched him to shut up. He may have been used to punches and all, but that didn't stop him from effectively shutting up.

"It's his name, Percy," Annabeth growled as Percy doused her with water.

"Silence," said Chiron irritably. "He has already begun to find out about the reality of Greek mythology. Once He takes over the magical Britain wizarding world, Voldemort may come to America next, potentially being the third great war."

That made us all silent- it was a REAL threat. One Great Prophecy per one life, and some of us already had two. Three- no, we were still recovering from the last one.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, until Annabeth seemed to realize what Chiron had said.

"Britain?"

Chiron sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. Harry Potter attends a school in Britain. What I'm going to ask next, is a group of volunteers to remain UNDERCOVER in the school to protect Harry Potter- black hair, green eyes, and in Gryffindor. You'll find out eventually."

Annabeth began bombarding him with questions. "What's the school name? If we go undercover, what will we say? If this 'Voldemort' knows about the Greek world, will we encounter all sorts of monsters along the way? How much do they know? What is Gryffindor?" In the end, Jason suggested that I charmspeak her into stopping. I couldn't help laughing at Chiron's look of relief.

"First of all," Chiron replied, "When you go undercover, just say you are exchange students from Castle Graecus. Lie. Make something believable up. We don't know how much they know, but you'll have to be careful-"

"-Like treading on eggshells," Percy tried to say helpfully.

I'd noticed he left out the first question. Really. What could be so bad about the school name? But I figured it was for the best, so I let it pass. I had a strange feeling the name was in the song, but I shook my head to clear my thoughts. No. The most best school of magic could not be named- no, no, it couldn't.

Will looked up. I think he zoned out for a few minutes, but after, "how is the song related?"

Chiron paused.

We waited.

He fidgeted.

The bonfire grew larger.

He sighed.

We sat at the edge of our seats, hanging on to his every word.

Then Chiron looked at us, incredibly serious, and said, "I think you know."

My suspicions were correct. This triggered everyone laughing again.

"The main point is," Chiron interrupted, "WHO is going?"

I looked at Jason, and he looked back at me. We both had plans to go to Camp Jupiter to meet Hazel and Frank...so we were pretty much out of question. Leo was gone, too.

"Percy? Nico? Thalia? Annabeth?" Chiron tried pleadingly.

Nico shrugged. "Anything to please my father," he said in a monotone.

"And Thalia?"

"I have my Hunter duties to fulfill. Who will be lieutenant when I'm gone?"

"That has already been settled with. "Lady Artemis has given her permission prior- and as for the lieutenant, Phoebe will do."

Thalia's spear crackled with electricity as she stood up excitedly. "I'm in. Now, Death Breath, let's go kick some MouldyWart's butt!" Even I had to crack a grin.

That left Percy and Annabeth.

"My break is until Christmas," Annabeth said apologetically. We all knew she was the official architect of Olympus, and she wasn't done designing the salad bar yet. We waited.

"Percy," she said at last. "If you want to go, you can go, but..." She stopped there. Percy had fallen into Tartarus to stay with Annabeth, and they'd gone through so much together. He couldn't just leave her now.

Chiron sighed. "Hopefully, this will do, then. There is a special event going on at the school, you will see when you get there- where they can be allowed to bring a partner for the Yule ball."

Percy gave a sigh of relief. It wasn't the best, but Percy's fatal flaw was loyalty- if Voldywart took over, than Percy would feel it was his fault for the deaths by not helping. And he could meet Annabeth at Christmas, too.

"Great!" Chiron said quickly, before any of the other demigods could change their minds. "You'll be leaving to the Burrow at ten a.m. sharp tomorrow morning. Nico, I trust you know the place?"

Nico nodded a little too quickly.

"Your supplies will be at the Burrow," he said at last.

Nico, Percy, and Thalia nodded, without asking about the Burrow- too much explanations in one night, and Percy's ADHD was really starting to act up. Even I was starting to feel that way.

Annabeth thought for a moment. I could almost see the gears in her brain working. "What about reinforcements?"

Percy couldn't keep it up anymore and dragged her towards the cabins. "Wise girl, improvise."

"But!-" she protested.

"Be ready by tomorrow!" Chiron called after them cheerfully as the rest of us campers went back to our cabins.

"C'mon, Sparky," I grinned as I head to the Aphrodite cabin- now, as campers usually called it, the Barbie house cabin.

I checked to make sure he was still with me, and frowned before turning back. I can't believe I didn't notice it before.

Jason was still on the ground, laughing.

In the end, he was punched in the face to stop (courtesy of Yours Truly) and nudged into giving me a piggyback ride to the cabin.