Annabeth's p.o.v.

I looked at the wall in between Platforms 9 and 10, trying to determine where Platform 9¾ could be located. I decided to wait and see if anyone else was waiting for the Hogwarts Express. I knew better than to ask a mortal for instructions. They would look at me like I had lost my mind. I watched as a kid around the age of thirteen or fourteen lugged a trunk right up in front of the wall. I thought he was just going to set it down and wait for another train, but he kept walking. He kept on walking right through the wall!

I figured if that wasn't a sign, nothing else was going to be. I had only recently learned about the wizarding world. It came as a shock, followed by many questions. Chiron had called me to the Big House to discuss the quest I was on now. He told me how his old friend Albus Dumbledore needed some help at the moment. I was disappointed because I was going alone, without Percy, and it had only been two months since the Giant War. But Chiron said it wouldn't be a dangerous job, for now.

All I had to do was go to a magical school in England, teach a class, and watch out for a kid named Harry Potter. I knew he was a prophecy child, and to have that hanging over your head isn't easy. I could relate to about how he grew up. Though I never lived in a closet under the stairs, my small room crawling with spiders wasn't much better.

I had survived through two wars and they could use my experience to help them with their upcoming struggle. I learned about Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort, as he liked to be called. I knew Lord Hades wouldn't be happy if he knew someone cheated death. That is, if he didn't already know. I asked Chiron why he wasn't sending Nico, someone who had a lot more experience with the dead.

He replied saying, "Mr. di Angelou is busy on another quest for his father. You may always call on him for help, as he would you."

So here I was, in England, about to hopefully walk through a brick wall. I lifted my backpack, which was all I had with me because Chiron had my things sent to Hogwarts early, and walked the few steps to the wall. I told myself to keep going, and I did, right through the wall. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I now stood on a platform in front of a large red and black steam engine.

There were many parents and kids around, making the atmosphere crowded and loud. I immediately started searching the scene for any sign of danger. Finding none, I boarded the train and looked for a compartment to sit in. Finding an empty one, I slid the door open and sat next to the window with my bag on the seat right next to me. I had one arm draped over it protectively. Its contents could be dangerous to the wizards. For example, the ambrosia and nectar I kept in a canteen for emergencies could kill them from the inside out.

Not to mention Daedalus' laptop, which held so much information. Then there was my Yankees baseball hat and my dagger. I preferred to strap it to my side, but I couldn't risk something that stood out like that. To pass the time before the train left, I pulled out my new copy of Hogwarts, a History. I was thoroughly enjoying this novel and studying up on the place I would be living for a long while when I hear the compartment door open.

I looked up quickly and saw someone poke their head in. It was a girl about my age of sixteen. She had brown hair and seemed nice enough.

"Do you mind if we sit in here? Everywhere else doesn't have enough space for three more people." She asked.

"Of course," I replied, taking a moment to move my bag to the floor by my feet. "It's no problem."

Two boys shuffled in behind the girl, sitting down opposite of me and the girl sat next to me. One of the boys, the one with messy black hair and green eyes looked warily at me. His appearance reminded me of Percy a little, though Percy was much taller. This boy was skinny, and at the moment, looked like he was waiting for some sort of reaction.

The third and final boy was tall and lanky with red hair and freckles. He shot me a confused look. I furrowed my brow before the girl said to me, "I'm Hermione Granger."

She stuck her hand out and I tool it gladly. We shook hands as I said, "Annabeth. Annabeth Chase. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. That over there is Ron." She pointed to the ginger haired kid. "And that, well… you know who he is."

I looked at him, trying to recognize something in his facial features, but nothing stood out.

"I'm sorry?" I said.

"You don't know who he is?" the boy named Ron said.

"No." I replied. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"I'm Harry Potter." He told me, with a look of disdain on his face. So this was the famous Harry Potter. He must have thought I would freak out or something. So I said, "Nice to meet you."

There was a long, awkward silence that followed my comment. Suddenly Hermione said, "Hey! Are you reading Hogwarts, a History?"

"Yes! I am!" I replied. "I am finding it to be an exceptional telling of the schools' history."

"I know, right?!" Hermione responded. The boys named Ron and Harry soon zoned out of our conversation. Hermione seemed like a very smart person. We got along just fine.

"Your accent is American." Hermione observed. "Where are you from?"

"Well, originally California, but I live in New York."

"Are you an exchange student? What year are you?" Hermione asked. The boys both perked up, interested.

"I'm actually not attending the school. I'm here as a favor for…Dumbledore, I think was his name. He is the headmaster, correct?"

Hermione looked confused. Harry Potter asked, "What kind of favor?"

"I can't talk about it, at least, not now." I replied smoothly.

"Oh." He said, clearly disappointed I hadn't told him. It was quiet for only a few seconds before the door to the compartment opened, revealing an oddly dressed girl with a strange sort of glasses. I recognized her immediately.

"Luna?" I asked. Luna took off the glasses and looked at me.

"Annabeth? Is that you?" She replied in a light and airy voice.

"Yes!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question!" I laughed.

"Wait." Ron interrupted. "You two know each other?"

"Of course! Luna is my half-sister!" I told him

"Bloody hell! Luna, you never told us you had a sister!" Ron cried.

"No one ever asked. Annabeth is my half-sister, anyway."

"Well, whatever the case, we should all get our robes on. We're getting close." Hermione concluded. I glanced out the window just as Hogwarts came into view.