Chapter One

Hermione's POV

I sigh as I tap my quill on the tip of my lip, occasionally glancing at the two rowdy boys who were messing around beside me, an unfinished piece of parchment lay beneath me as I struggled to fathom my thoughts. When did I ever think that the Gryffindor Common Room was the best place for me to study? I shook my head, boys. How can they be goofing around in a time like this, we've just been given one more chance to repeat our seventh year in Hogwarts after the Second Wizarding War, I for one, intend to pass my N.E.W.T.S with outstanding grades, unlike the boys, who, quite frankly, don't give a shit.

My eyes skim my work on Ancient Runes, I knew I should've started studying earlier, but with everything that's been going on, I just can't concentrate. Hogwarts was revamped after the war, with new facilities and everything. But there's just something different about it, something that I can't quite explain. I've been hearing a soothing female voice in my head since I've returned. At first I thought it was just me, hallucinations or trauma from the war, or maybe I was like Harry who could speak Parseltongue, but over time, I've realized that it was talking to me, directly, guiding me through my life. I didn't tell anyone, not even Harry or Ron, because they might think I was going insane, so far I've just kept it to myself.

'Hermione, duck!" Harry's voice interrupt my thoughts as I sense a slight movement coming from my left.

I swiftly crouch down and catch the flying object with my right arm. Damn, I didn't know I could do that. Just a year ago I was still scared of flying and even the thought of anything flying towards me made me almost wet myself. Turns out, it was a book, the boys have gone from throwing soft pillows to throwing hard books. Great.

'Dang Hermione, nice catch!" Ron said as he tumbled from the sofa and landed right next to me.

'Can you please stop messing around. We have finals in 2 months and I'm trying to study here." I huffed as I lightly wack Ron in the head.

Ron gives my side a squeeze, "Relax Hermione, you'll be fine. Everyone, including yourself, know that you'll get 7 N.E.W.T.S, take it easy."

'Are you kidding me? I barely scraped by on Defense Against The Dark Arts in 5th year and I know my grades in Herbology are slipping. I knew I should've stayed up later each night and study. If I don't get 7 N.E.W.T.S at the end of term Ronald Weasley, I'm blaming it all on you.' I raised my voice as I looked at Ron dead in the eye.

'Don't be too harsh on yourself Hermione, you only need all E's to be an auror.' Harry said as he joined us on the floor.

I stared at the fireplace as I twirled my quill in my hand. I know I was being naive, but I couldn't get the woman's voice out of my head. It was pleasing, looking at the fire, watching the flames burn and crackle, the occasionally spark dancing in the air, igniting the room with what little light it possessed.

'Come on Hermione, you can do it. Remember, you're smarter than you think.'

I let a little shriek pass through my mouth, it was her, the voice. I clamped my mouth shut just in case Harry or Ron heard me. Evidently they didn't since they were engaged in a game of wizard's chess that they had just started. I shut my eyes and tried to force the voice out of my head, the woman's voice grew fainter, but instead, the strange sound of armor clashing just got louder.

'Guys, I'm gonna call it a night and go to bed. My brain can't function and I'm clearly going nowhere with my work. Good night!' I tidied my things hurriedly and ducked up the stairs, leaving Harry and Ron wondering why I was in such a rush.

I ran up the spiral staircase, angry tears forcing out of my eyelids when I bumped into Professor McGonagall, carrying a pile of boxes with her hat lopsided.

'Oh sorry Professor, I didn't see you there' I said, out of breath.

' Never mind that Miss. Granger. Is it possible for you to do me a favor?' Professor McGonagall asked me as she struggled to lift the boxes up.

'Certainly Professor, anything would do.' I strode into my room and set my books down. 'What exactly is that you need help with?'

'Could you assist me in bringing these boxes into Professor Dumbledore's office, I'm having a bit of trouble lifting these up.' Professor McGonagall set down the boxes with a thump and wiped her brow. 'Best tell Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley to help you Miss Granger, wouldn't want you breaking your back."

"It's would be my pleasure Professor, leave it to me." I forced a smile out of my face and I turned to the door and yelled, "Ron, Harry, get your lazy asses up here now!" It wasn't like me to use such strong language, but lately I've found myself gradually loosening up and becoming more aggressive, so strong language just sometimes slips out of my mouth without me knowing it.

There was silence. I yelled once more 'Ron, if you and Harry don't get your butts up here right now, I will not hesitate to use a Bat-Bogey Hex on you.'

Even from the hallway I could hear the crash. I smirked, knowing that my plan worked. Loud thuds came from the opening of the stairway as I mentally laughed whilst two disgruntled boys emerged from the top of the staircase, out of breath

"You called for us Hermione?" Harry said, panting while Ron just wheezed beside him, leaning on the pillars for support.

'Yes, now help me get these boxes down to Professor Dumbledore's office, Professor McGonagall told me to find you two for help.' I pointed at the boxes and crossed my arms.

'Yes ma'am, at your service.' Ron fake saluted and grabbed some boxes whilst Harry snatched up the remaining and made their way down the staircase. I trailed them, following them to Dumbledore's office.

We stumbled along in the dark when we finally made it to the ancient spiral staircase that lead up to his office. There was no password required to go in after Snape died, the office now acts as a memorial ground in memory of Dumbledore and the students that died in the Wizarding War last year, so anyone can go in there anytime.

As we waltz up the staircase with boxes balanced on our arms, I hear a faint sound stirring in the office. That's strange, people don't usually come here anymore, especially during this time of night. I chose to ignore it as we finally got to the top of the staircase.

The slight muskiness of Dumbledore was still present in the dim office. It looked so depressing, with the portraits all asleep. Everything in his office was covered in a layer of dust, which was gross since we found out the hard way. Once we dropped the boxes onto the table and tried to get the numbness out of our arms, we were hit by a thick layer of dust that left us coughing and wheezing for at least 3 minutes.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a faint glow at the side of the room. I walked over and realized that it was the Pensive, it was glowing again. It has never glowed since Snape died.

'Ron, Harry. Um, the Pensive is glowing again.' I called to them as a tried to make out what was on the other side of it. I saw a faint shadow of a tree, but couldn't see anything else.

'That's not possible. No one has ever used the Pensive after we did last year.' Harry said, walking over.

'But it can't possibly glow by itself can it. Unless someone was here before us and used it.' Ron said, ducking his head into the Pensive.

I pulled his head up in a flash. 'What the hell are you doing?'

'C'mon 'Mione. What harm can it bring us. Worst comes for worst, we'd just go back in the past and relive some random strangers memory.' Ron retorted.

'Ron's right Hermione, what's the worst thing that could happen. Dont' be scared, nothing bad is going to happen.' Harry said to me.

I guess it's true, what should I be afraid of. But why do I have a sinking feeling in my stomach that tells me that this is a bad idea.

'Okay fine, fine.' I threw my hands up in defeat. 'You win, let's go I guess. On the count of three. One, two, three.'

We ducked our head into the water and tried to focus our eyes. But instead, a strong force pulled us further into the Pensive. I screamed and tried to grab on to the edge of it whilst Harry and Ron dug their feet into the ground. But to no avail, we were pulled into the Pensive. The last thing I remember is falling next to a shore and blacked out once my head hit the ground.

Percy's P.O.V

Waking up to a guy with a beard and goat feet is not very pleasing. Especially when he has a microphone and the speaker right next to my bed. Ahhh, my dreams of going to my father's kingdom leaves me.

"WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD! CHIRON IS NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR YOUR SORRY ASS!" The half-goat shouts at my ear. I could see he's pretty energised today, like always and dead serious of calling chiron. Though, calling chiron isn't really the worst threat in the world.

I groan in response. "Why does training have to be so early in the morningggg?" Taking my pillow and stuffing it in my face so I won't go completely deaf. I wish I could dream more about the sea world and get out of this training boot camp, not that I didn't like camp, just the killer morning training is what I hate.

"They are serving waffles in the canteen." Grover nags, emphasising the word 'waffles'. My stomach growls loudly, as it always does whenever food is at the topic in the morning. I take the pillow off my face slowly and open one eye, I see Grover being pleased with himself of being able to wake me up.

"Are they blue?" I ask, since waffles are even yummier blue.

Grover puts the mic to his lips, and I know what was coming. "YES. NOW WAKE UP." I cringe at the sound, luckily I'm the only one living in this cabin, and Tyson isn't here, or else Grover would be squashed just like my alarm clock last week. "Or I'll get Annabeth to wake you." Grover says slyly - I shoot up and start brushing my teeth. Man, I would NOT want Annabeth to wake me ever again, last time she filled a bucket with leeches and poured it all over me, luckily they noticed my awesomeness and didn't do much harm.

After going to the bathroom and all that, I slid on my camp half-blood t-shirt and some mid length shorts. "Annabeth's gonna get mad again." Grover teases in his speaker, I roll my eyes and walk out of my lonesome cabin. We walk to the canteen, ready for breakfast and a morning of Annabeth's lecturing.

"Gods! You're late. Again! Why do you sleep like a pig Jackson?" The blonde-haired, grey eyed girl shouts as I take a seat at the ever-so-lonely Poseidon table. I was ready to answer, 'I dreamt that my dad was a cuttlefish', but she cuts in. "Okay, don't answer that, rhetorical question."

"Annabeth, if you're going to be so uptight, how am I supposed to enjoy the day with my dear girlfriend?" I ask as charmingly as possible. Don't slap me, don't slap me, see? I'm charming right?

"Jackson. Really?" She says as if saying 'that's all you got?'. She sits opposite me with her arms crossed. I cut my blue waffle into pieces and look up to her with a smile. I take one piece and ask if she wants any. She bites the piece of waffle off my fork and looks away in embarrassment. "Seaweed Brain." I hear her mutter, though her face was clearly a light shade of pink.

Grover sits next to me, munching on some tin cans. "You guys have got to sort out your priorities." He says. (A/N: Get it? :'D) Annabeth and I just recently started dating, right after the whole Kronos business we got thrown into the river, literally, no joke, and started dating after that. We were always close friends so it wasn't much of a difference.

That is when I hear someone scream. A light scream, but enough to alert everyone in the canteen. We all turn to face the direction it came from, campers already had swords in their hands, and I reach for the familiar pen sword I keep in my pocket. Annabeth stands, her eyes stormy, clearly thinking about a plan.

"What was that?" Grover says, putting his plate of tin down, his fur sticks out and he's holding his reed pipe before you know it. I really don't want to leave my plate of blue waffles that the camps magical thingys especially made for me, but this curiosity is killing all of us.

"I don't know, we better check it out." Annabeth says sternly. I guess going in directly would be a good idea too. Though there wasn't anyone running towards us so it shouldn't be an attack - is what Annabeth might be thinking now.

When we arrived the shore, there were nymphs running around frantically, practically scared to death. "Someone find Chiron!" A guy from the Hephaestus cabin shouted, two campers quickly ran to the big house. Apollo campers gathered up and surround the area, they seem a bit frustrated as the Ares cabin threaten to kill the beings on the sea bay.

I try to approach one of the daughters of Apollo. "What's wrong?" I ask, seriously. Annabeth went to her cabin and tried to analyse the situation. The girl, who look sort of pale - must be a new camper - points at three lumps one the sand.

Annabeth comes over. "Seems like they washed up here this morning and the nymphs found them." She says, her hands crossed. Soon I realise those aren't black lumps, but people. Teenagers around the same age as us, maybe even a bit older. They lie unconscious on the bay, with sand covering the side of their faces. There is a guy with ginger hair, a frizzy haired brunette girl and a guy with black hair and a scar on his forehead. Laying on the sand next to him are a pair of round black glasses.

"CAMPERS!" Chiron shouts to silence us all, "DO NOT PANIC! THEY ARE NOT INTRUDERS!" He comes over with his horse half and black hooves leaving prints in the sand. He checks the faces and you could see he has realised something, his eyes grew wide and there was silence on the beach. "Apollo… apollo campers..." He murmurs as the head of the Apollo cabin came forward. "Brings these three to the infirmary. Treat them, and alert me when they wake." Then he leaves. Silently.

The Apollo cabin campers didn't take long to obey his orders, we help carry the teenagers in white linen fabric in case there was anything toxic on them. As me and Annabeth carry the brunette haired girl, on each side of the cloth. I wasn't surprised to find her very light, even though she may be a little bit older than us. "Look." Annabeth says curiously, pointing at a dark brown stick with a handle at the bottom. It was sticking out from a pocket in her robes.

"Why does she have a stick in her pocket?" I ask as we put her down on a plain camp bed in the infirmary, the same bed I woke up in when I was taken here.

Annabeth slaps me in the head and I yell a little 'ouch what was that for?'. "Thanks for pointing out the obvious. Anyways, Chiron seemed a bit weird, should we go check up on the situation?" I take her hand and make our way to the big house after saying our farewells to the Apollo cabin.

"You guys getting yourself in another dangerous prophecy?" I hear a familiar voice call. We turn to see a girl with bright orange hair that curled magnificently - Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I could feel Annabeth's grip tighten just a bit, not sure if she is still a threat to our relationship, and also the fact that she's an oracle and she's talking about prophecies, which really does make me think that I'm getting myself in another greek war.

"Well it seems like trouble goes wherever we go." Annabeth sighs, obviously tired of all these creatures and monsters coming for us. She let's go of my hand and reaches for Rachel in a warm friendly greeting hug. "How's life these days?" She asks, suddenly comfortable with her presence.

"Being an oracle isn't a dream come true, but I'm managing. The camp really is beautiful." She looks across the horizon. She's only been an oracle for a couple of months and she's been staying at camp, telling her parents she's at boarding school. "I heard there were black reapers on the beach this morning?"

"Black reapers? Are they making up rumours again?" Annabeth raises her eyebrows. "They're just normal teenagers, around our age actually." She informs Rachel, Rachel seems a bit knotted and says farewell, going over to check on the 'black reapers' to see if there were anything she could feel as an oracle.

We head to the big house, Chiron sits on his hoof concealing wheelchair, playing chess with some forest creature that I have never seen. His expression looks obviously conflicted. "Chiron!" I yell, helping him escape his trance as the forest creature runs away.

"Yes, children?" His usual warm smile faint, and his eyes seem lost in the universe. I look at Annabeth who looks back at me with the same worried look on her face. "Chiron, about the teenagers-"

"Are they in the infirmary? Have they woken up?" Chiron interrupts, his tone getting louder and more alert. "No, sir, they have just been brought to the infirmary." Annabeth tries to calm him down. "Oh. Good. Then I'm guessing you guys are here to nose around and get into trouble again?"

"Very much so, I'm getting interested by the minute." Annabeth replies, a smile spreading on her face. Chiron wheels backwards and turns towards the Big House, signaling us to come with. We step into the familiar house that, suiting the name - is Big.

The big living area lays out in front of us as Chiron lets us sit and listen to what he has to say. "Hows life?" The moose head on the wall asks. That head still does creep me out even though I have been here way too many times to remember.

"Have you ever wondered where we got that moose?" Chiron asks, handing us two cups of warm nectar and ambrosia biscuits. We shake our heads. "I have been somewhere, a place where the people in painting talk. They could travel to other painting and even get lost in the painting." Where is he leading off to? I have never heard of a place like that. "That place, is for witches and wizards. Hogwarts. The school of witchcraft and wizardry."

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Credits: My friend - Hermione's P.O.V

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