Chapter One:
It was crowded and noisy in the Great Hall. The first years were huddled in the walkway between two of the four tables, looking around in wonder. It was truly a sight to behold. Lanterns swung in an magical breeze, seemingly connected to a night sky, identical to the one outside of large windows, fringed by billowing curtains. The tables were packed with chattering students, the mood cheerful and jolly. Kids of varying ages laughed, pushed and joked around with each other. At the front of the room, teachers talked and smiled behind a stage. Just when the noise was getting a bit deafening, a sudden hush fell over the crowd. A man wearing a tiger-patterned Hawaiian shirt had rapped his wand against the stand in the center of the stage.
"Let the sorting begin!" He bellowed, holding up a glass of wine.
Annabeth Chase watched as the man who called himself 'Chiron' take Dionysus's place at the center of the stage, nervously twisting her hands into her jacket, waiting for her turn at the sorting hat. She knew she shouldn't feel nervous. She was almost like a legend here, directly descended from Athena Gryffindor. (AN: Look, I know she was supposed to be from Ravenclaw but I wanted her and Percy to be polar opposites :/ sorry!) Her brother, Daedalus, seemed pretty famous. Getting letters every summer with girls vying for his attention and guys trying to get him to practice quidditch (which he was a legend at). He rarely answered the mail, just threw it away. Which made him seem all the more cool to Annabeth, who envied him to no end. He had graduated last year, but she wished he were here no-
"Annabeth Chase?"
Annabeth raised her head. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn't even realized that the sorting had already gotten to her name. As gracefully as possible, she stepped up onto the stage and sat in the chair. She barely had to touch the hat to her head, before the hat screamed, "Gryffindor!" She stood, smiling, waiting for the applause, but the only thing that greeted her was complete silence. Everyone in the crowd was staring at her. Had been, she finally noticed, since her name was called.
Her smiled slipped from her face, being replaced with a confused frown. Then she noticed the figure in the back of the Slytherin table. His bright green eyes were narrowed into slits and his figure was rigid with rage, and when he spoke, his voice shook.
"Annabeth CHASE?"