Title: The Goblet From Tartarus

Fandom(s): Harry Potter and Percy Jackson

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places, etcetera. They belong to J K Rowling and Rick Riordan respectively.

Everything was normal in the lunch pavilion at Camp Half-Blood. There was some obscure deadline to save the world, the Gods were still jerks and all of the cool world-saving demigods were in Greece confronting Gaia. Clarisse was threatening a newbie, Chiron was making a speech about new allies and Drew Tanaka was still sulking about how Piper kicked her ass.

Yep, everything was just typical for the Greek demigods.

(Perhaps that's why the Fates decided to intervene).

Connor and Travis Stoll were by the fires sacrificing a portion of their meals, when suddenly the fire flares upwards and a piece of paper flies out. No, not paper, parchment (not that the Stoll brothers particularly cared about that technicality right then).

"Why is it always us mate?" Travis asked dramatically.

Connor shrugged. "Maybe people stranded in Tartarus really like disturbing our mealtimes and no one else's?"

"No idea who it is though. Didn't Annabeth and Percy escape Tartarus?"

Picking up the scrap of parchment, Connor read aloud. "Cassius Warrington, Hogwarts. Any idea what that means?"

Travis wasn't sure what sort of message that was either. "Maybe it's latin for something or other. It could be the Romans trying to get into contact."

"Somehow I doubt that." Connor muttered thinking of the nutter, Octavian, and how much he hated the Greeks.

So far, their alteration hadn't caused much attention to be drawn to themselves (only a couple of nymphs and satyrs had turned to look). Unfortunately it didn't last. Suddenly, several more scraps of paper erupted from the flames, landing directly in Travis' apple tart.

"Oh come on!" Travis exclaimed furiously, "where are these all coming from? Haven't the Gods got anything better to do than prank us?"

Connor sighed. "It's not even a good prank."

His brother shook his head. "I know... what a wonderful opportunity wasted."

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts...

The students came forwards, each placing their names into the Goblet of Fire, hoping to be chosen to become Triwizard Champion. If you asked a certain fourth year Gryffindor, you could have every known fact about the Goblet of Fire recited to you, after having read every book on the artefact in the Hogwarts School Library. The goblet had gathered so much dust in the Department of Mysteries over the years that no one really knew too much about it nowadays.

Still, the hopeful students (that successfully crossed the age line) trusted in the wisdom of the powerful ancient artefact the Ministry had taken out of retirement. The Ministry workers trusted that the Unspeakables had ensured the enchantments were working correctly. However, it was the Unspeakables that freely admitted that they knew barely anything about it, as so much knowledge had been lost over time.

And yet none of these people asked the obvious question; where do all of those pieces of parchment go?

Or even better; how does a goblet decide who is worthy?

When the names finally re-appeared on that fateful Halloween night, many assumed that some grave mistake had taken place or else, that the goblet had been confunded. What no one guessed was that they had unknowingly placed themselves in the hands of some of the greatest pranksters to visit Cabin Eleven. Really, you must pity those poor mortals.