Okay, I've had this idea for a few days now...
and it just kept bugging me until i put it on paper.
er, screen...
Oh, and I'm doing the MR and PJ povs in first person, like the books, and the HP povs in third person, like the books.
Disclaimer- If i owned any of these stories, do you HONESTLY think I would still be writing Fanfiction?
MAX
Have you ever felt the sun on your back and the air as thin as it can be?
Of course not, unless you are some other mutant freak. (If you are, please drop us a line.)
My speckled wings beat in unison with the other six people flying beside me. Man, this never gets old.
Now, if you're wondering, no, I am not delusional. I really do have wings, and I can fly with them. They're not just for decoration. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then why are you reading this Fanfiction? Seriously. There's a series. Read it.
I looked over to my left, where Fang was flying silently beside me. To his left, Nudge was chattering nonstop about dragons and fruit. To her left, Angel and Total were playing around with each other.
I looked back over my right shoulder. Dylan was beside me, and beside him was Iggy. Gazzy had just pulled up out of a free-fall, and flied back into synchronization.
Our wings were beating in unison, so we wouldn't whap each other on the downstroke.
We were heading to my mom's house because she had some sort of 'mission' for us. I hate to admit it, but having random snipers chase after us seems to be, well, exciting now that everything's died down. And no, I do not have a death wish. I just need some excitement in my life!
Excitement comes with a price, Max. Oh, great, the Voice was back. Thank you for your kind words of wisdom. The door out of my brain is to your left. I thought back.
No reply. Wow. Getting the silent treatment from a Voice inside my head.
That was new.
"Oh! Max, your mom's down there! I wonder what mission she has for us. I hope we don't have to go to Antarctica again. I mean, that was fun and all, but it was freezing! Maybe she will send us somewhere warm, like Hawaii! Or, maybe not. I hope that we don't have to do any more air shows. Those were fun and all-" Fang shot Nudge a glare, and she shut up.
God, that kid has a mouth. I love her, but seriously. She can get some emotion out of Fang, and it's hard to get o emotion out of a brick wall.
My mom waved us down. I landed first, and tucked my wings tightly against my body.
"Max, I got this letter in the mail. I think you should have a look at it." My mom handed me a letter, and I smelled something.
Was that chocolate chip cookies?
I tore open the letter, craving those cookies.
Dear Ms. Ride, the letter read.
PERCY
Knock, knock.
"Come in!" I yelled. I was in the Poseidon cabin, reading a book that Annabeth lent me on swordplay.
Annabeth, Nico and Thalia burst into the room. "Woah, hold up. Is Percy reading?" Nico asked. I rolled my eyes. "What is it?" I asked.
Annabeth smiled. "Wow, never expected to see that. Anyways, Chiron needs to see us at the big house. Says it's something... important."
I put the book down on my bed, and got up. "Are all of the Hunters here?" I asked Thalia, who shook her head. "Only me. Artemis let me leave." She replied.
When we got to the Big House, we saw that Jason, Leo, and Piper were already there.
"Great, now we can start. I have a letter for all of you, but it's addressed to Percy." Chiron handed Percy a letter, which he tore open.
Dear Mr. Jackson, I read.
HARRY POV KINDA 3RD PERSON
"Harry! Dumbledore wants to see all of us in his office. He said something about Chocolate Frogs, too." Ron had pulled the sheets back on Harry's bed and was shaking him.
Harry wondered how long he had stayed up until. He was doing his homework late that night.
"Okay, okay, I'm awake!" he replied groggily. When they got down to the Gryffindor common room, they found that Hermione and Ginny were already up and waiting for them.
Ginny shot Harry a glance. "Divination?" she asked, and Harry nodded. Making up fake prophecies was hard, especially at around eleven at night.
They walked to Dumbledore's office, using Chocolate Frogs as the password. When they got inside, they found Dumbledore in his office, reading Hogwarts, a History at his desk.
"Ah, come in. I received this letter yesterday, and it was addressed to Mr. Harry Potter. So, if you please, open it." Dumbledore said when he saw them standing in the hallway.
Harry tore open the letter with excitement. He rarely got letters during school time. He wondered what it was about.
He took the paper out of the envelope. It wasn't parchment, he noticed, and it looked like it was printed off of the computer.
It probably wasn't from a wizard.
The letter read:
Dear Mr. Potter.
I am pleased to invite you, along with Ms. Granger, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Weasley, to attend Camp Superior for the next five weeks.
You, along with the rest who have been invited, will be staying in a camp provided for extra training in whatever skills you have.
At Camp, we are aware that you have 'different' abilities from the rest of the world.
Rest assured that the others who have been invited have abilities as well, but none are wizards
But for safeties sake, we politely request that you only wear 'muggle' clothing, and do not perform magic unless asked.
We would like to hear back from you as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Mr. Grey and Mrs. Gold
Directors of Camp Superior
Harry read that quickly, and passed it to Hermione. Attached to the letter was a list of what to bring, and he noted that no potion ingredients were needed.
He looked at Dumbledore, then asked the question that everyone was asking in their heads. "Should we go?"
Dumbledore quickly nodded his approval.
YAY!
This chapter was EXACTLY 1000 words.
Legit. EXACTLY 1000.
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