Hehe... New fanfic.. :3 I like this.
Disclaimer: IDNOPJOHP Aka I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter.
My celestial bronze sword cut through the dense leaves of the lush green forest. Why did Chiron have to send me on this stupid quest? Why couldn't Percy look for the daughter of Aphrodite. It was unfair, I had to go all the way go Britian. Was the kid even worth it? I heard something behind me. I turned almost instantly as my ADHD told me something was wrong. I saw a huge spider making its way over to me. I screamed, the thing was the size of my palm. I ran like a daughter of Athena, which I assure you, I am not. I'm terrified of spiders. As I was running I turned around to check if it was following me. Nope. I was going to turn around but before I could, I ran straight into the tree. Real Smooth Callia.
I thought to myself. I got up off the day forest floor and whiped the dirt off of my bright orange Camp Half-Blood t-Shirt. I examined my body. My leg was bleeding as a huge cut was placed on my left leg. Great, another scar to add to my collection. Maybe this one could match the lightning scar on my forehead. I sighed. I was getting all worked up for nothing. So what I was lost? Oh well. I can find my way. I looked around, taking deep breaths. My thoughts were getting me all pissy. Whenever I think about my scar, I think about my mother I never saw, then I remember Percy Jackson, my all-star brother with the perfect mother. Unfair.
I walked over to a small puddle of water, sitting down on a small rock. I felt dizzy, and unbalanced from my little get-together with the tree. I obviously had an egg on my head, and possibly a concussion. In the water, a girl with bright green eyes, not sea green, and curly black hair stared back at me. She had freckles splattered across her pale face, and small scratches placed here and there with some blood oozing out. Her face was dirty. I refused to accept this as how I looked. I hated my black hair. It reminded me too much of my father who pampered my brother. A breaking branch brought me back to reality. I gripped my sword Bubbles and turned around. I saw someone who I instantly pinned to the ground, putting bubbles up to his neck. Do not make fun of my sword, the name may be funny, but bubbles can definitely cut your head right off.
"Who are you?" I snarled.
"Who are you?" The kid asked.
"If I had a sword at my neck, I wouldn't be asking questions." I said, noticing his platinum blonde hair and gray eyes. He reminded me of my best friend, Annabeth Chase.
"I'm Draco Malfoy. And you are?"
"Callia. Most people call me Callie." I said, softening up. He was kind of cute. I mentally slapped myself at the thought.
"Wow are you okay? That's one bump on your head." He said, luringly, as if he was befriending me now so he could use me to his advantage later.
"I'm fine." I lied, getting off him and putting Bubbles back into a necklace.
I tried walking over to him as he got up but the dizziness took over and I toppled over. It's the usual Callia making a fool of herself type of thing. "Come on... I think I'll take you to my school." He said, grabbing my hand and helping me up.
"Thanks." I sighed. We walked to his school together as he put his arm behind my back to guide me. The thick trees started to disappear and I saw a break in them. Through the break I could see something... Something big.
"Hey... Do you think you might have a concussion?" He asked suggestively.
"Maybe... I dunno." I said.
"What's 3+3?" He asked. I wondered why he hasn't shot me with any personal questions yet. I knew this kid wasn't normal.
"9." I said immediately.
"Erm... Yeah, you might have a concussion" He frowned.
"Just my luck." I sighed. I also noticed I was starting to forget little things, or I already did, like when was my birthday, my last name, why was I here... And it was going rather quickly. It took me a second to remember my last name, and I mentally put that in a vault so it wouldn't go away.
We reached the break in the trees and I a huge castle. It had a pretty, kept, lawn with a few kids all around. A little shack placed close to us. The field that had six hoops (3 on each side ) was loaded with people flying on... Were those brooms? I wanted ones. Anyways, Draco noticed the attention I was giving the stadium.
"Yeah, That's Quidditch. I play for Slytherin. I'm sure you know what it is, right?" He asked. I shook my head no. "Are you even a witch?" He asked me, shocked.
"I'm a demigod. Not a witch." I sighed.
"Oh, okay. I'm still sure Madam Pomfrey can fix you up. You have an American accent? Cool. Come on, let's go inside." He said, taking my hand and dragging me inside.
"Draco, your a wizard, right?" I asked, marveling at the high walls and awesome knights as we walked through the huge oak doors. I found it out by the people flying around on brooms, and mortals sure couldn't do that,so if he thought I was a witch, a Wizard is basically the boy name for that. Yes, sometimes I do pay attention in class.
"Yes I'm a wizard." He said, his pale face looking away from me and down the hall.
"You know how those witches carry around stick thingies?" I asked.
"Wands?"
"Yeah those, do you have one?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Can I see it for a minute?" I asked with a smile.
"Why..."
"Oh, come on. It wouldn't even work. I've always wanted to see a real wand, you see, when me and my brother Percy were 12,aka last year, we would use sticks as pretend wands." I said, smiling at the thought.
"Fine. But you're my age. 13, right?"
"I think. I don't know."
"Here." He said, handing me the wand. I turned it over in my hands. It was so cool! I flicked it and red sparks came out. I instatly droped it like it was a bomb, screamed, and ran behind Draco.
"Woah there, calm down. Just sparks. You're probably a witch. Do you know if you're mother or father is?"
"Well not my father, he's a God. But my mother, on the other hand, I never met. Sometimes, though, in my dreams, I hear her yelling 'James, take Harry, I'll take Callia!' and I remember a flash of green light. Chiron says I was separated from her and my brother since I was one." I sighed. Draco was now eyeing me suspiciously. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing, you just remind me of someone." He said. Finally we both came to a stop at the entrance to the hospital wing, according to Draco. Draco led me in and I was a bit stumbled, but fine. He forced me on to the bed, and walked over to a lady. They started talking and I noticed how bad my whole body hurt. My head, my leg, ugh. They both walked over to me.
"Callia, this is Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, she's gonna help you, okay? " Draco said. I nodded.
"Well, dear, Mr. Malfoy told me you were in the forbidden forest... Am I right?" She asked.
"I think... Is that what it's called? Ohh. Then yes."
"And you ran into a tree... Correct?"
"In my defense, there was a huge spider." I said.
"Hmm..." She said, surveying my cuts. She reached my head and looked upset. "Can you do 6+2?" She asked. I had to think for a full minute before I could get the wrong answer.
"Is it... 10?"
"No... One thing is for sure, you hit that tree pretty hard."
"I was running pretty fast, it's not every day that you see a huge spider about to eat you."
"Yes.. I'll be right back." She said. She went to the back and came back, bringing out medicine. One was a vial of green liquid. Another was a jar of yellow. "Here, this will help with the concussion, one teaspoon every hour." She said, pouring a teaspoon of the liquid and giving it to me. I drank it. It tasted like apples. I looked over at Draco, and he looked jealous. What did he like.. Like apples? She layer a napkin out and poured some of the yellow stuff on. She then placed the napkin on my forehead. "And this helps both cuts and your fever. Get some rest, when you come back around, your cuts and fever will most likely be gone, leaving scars, but I can't say the same for your concussion." She said. I nodded. When Draco left, I fell asleep. I didn't have good dreams, but when did a demigod ever have them?
A/N: So is it good? Bad? Funny? Stupid? A simple :) or :( would do. I gave you a few hints of who she is. Reviews are welcomed, and suggestions are encouraged, along with Constructive criticism. Thanks for reading! Also, what house should Callia be in? I can't make up my mind between Gryffindor of Slytherin. Please suggest one of the two? Thanks!
