AN/: Hey guys! This is not my first story so it shouldn't be too bad! ;P If you would like to, check out my other stories: The Beginning, Middle and End of 19 Years Later and Demi-What!? I hope you have a great time reading my story! Please, review if you feel like it needs it or just review if you want to. You know, either way. I accept helpful criticism. I don't accept non-helpful criticism. You non-helpful critics are just jealous of my awesomeness! JK. Anyway, please enjoy... Also, this story takes place after Harry's time, even Albus Severus' time. So it's, like, in the future... Enjoy! ;)

-A

Annabeths's POV:

"Hey, Annabeth!" I heard my brother, Malcom call to me. I lay there, my eyes closed under the warm covers. Wouldn't it be great, I thought. To lie here forever. In the dark, quiet, peaceful- All of the sudden a blow horn went off in my right ear.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey, Annie!" That made me act. I shot out of bed, catching Malcom by surprise and stealing his stupid blow horn away from him. His curly blonde hair was messy and extremely untidy this morning. His grey eyes, which resembled mine showed a glint of fear.

"Ever call me Annie again and you'll have a blow horn for a head, understand?" I snarled. He gulped and nodded quickly, edging out of the room. "Good." I mumbled to myself. I looked around the room. Normally I share this small room with four other girls but apparently they've already gone to breakfast since I'm the only one in here. The room was a a dolphin blue (which means it's blue-grey) with posters of famous inventors on the walls and small owls everywhere. Over my bed hung a poster of her all time favorite inventor, Daedalus. I lazily reached under my bed and pulled out a wooden chest. I grabbed the clothes I needed and quickly changed. I walked out of the small room, which was one room in a cabin and walked towards the Big House. The Big House, as all of us orphans called it is where Chiron, the owner of this place, lives. He's like a father to me. I have a father, yes but he doesn't want me. That's why he left me here when my mom left.

With every step came a crunch sound from my boots as I stepped across the frozen grass. As I entered the Big House everybody looked over. I stopped and looked around at my fellow orphans.

"What?" I said. "Is there a problem?"

"ooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Malcom smirked.

"No," I retorted. "You woke me up with a freaking blow horn! How else do you want me to act?" He threw his hands up and whispered to Charlie, a big black kid,

"Hide the knives."

"No use," I teased. "I've got my own." I unhooked my pocket knife from one of my belt loops and tossed it in the air, catching it with my other hand.

"Now Annie-" I was at his throat before Malom could say another word.

"Call me Annie again and I swear you-"

"Annie Bell!" Mr. D, Chiron's un-helpful assistant, yelled. "No murdering people when I'm on guard duty. It looks bad on my resume." I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Fine," I grunted. I hated it when he called me any other name then my own because I know he does it on purpose. I've stopped correcting him though.

"Fine what?" He grinned.

"Fine... Sir."

"Better. Also, you have mail."

"Mail?" I was shocked. I never get mail. Mr D rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Ancy! Mail! You know, the pieces of paper that come in the mail... Catching on yet?"

"Yes, I know what mail is. It's just-" I said but was interrupted.

"It's just that no one in their right mind would mail anything to you? I was surprised myself."

"Just give me the mail, sir." I growled. He handed me the mail grudgingly while muttering,

"Ungrateful little brat." I glared at him then returned my attention to the mail. There was one, rather large envelope. And with black writing, looked to be done in pen, was written:

Ms. A. Chase

Cabin 6

Camp Half-Blood

Long Island

New York

What... I just starred at it for a while. How did they know I was in Cabin 6? Is it someone here? Maybe this is a prank from Cabin 11.

"I got the same one." Malcom said, snapping me out of my daze. "So did a few others. Like Travis and Conner Stoll and Katie Gardner. We didn't open ours yet. We were waiting for you."

It went to Travis and Conner? The ultimate pranksters here...That means my #1 suspects were just voted out.

"You wanna open it?" Malcom asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Might as well." I took my pocket knife, which I was still holding in my right hand, and slit the envelope open. I pulled out the piece of paper and read it to myself. Malcom, Travis, Conner and Katie were doing the same.

"Read it aloud!" Someone from the one of the back tables, maybe cabin 9, shouted. I looked at the others to see who was going to do it and we all silently agreed that I'll do it.

"Ok..." I cleared my throat. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmaster: Arcturiss Perk. Then it lists some accomplishments that I don't know the meaning to. Anyway... Dear Ms. Chase. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of books and equipment. A special messenger will show up and explain more. Term begins on 1st September. We await your owl no later than 31 July. Yours Sincerely, Lisa McGonagall. Deputy Headmistress. Then the second page has a list of items we need to have... I think.'

"Robes?" Said Travis. "Are we all gonna be naked? 'Cause that might not be too bad." He smirked and raised an eyebrow at Katie who took a step back, blushed but still glared at him.

"Not bath robes, you idiot." I said rolling my eyes at him, trying to make it look dramatic. "Probably robes like... Kind of like a long cloak, I guess."

"Well, either way, these items are weird." Malcom said looking at his paper with a look of absolute confusion.

"It says someone will show up. Maybe he'll explain things." Said Katie.

"Your not seriously considering this are you?" I asked, bewildered.

"Well, yeah. It says I've been accepted into a school. I've never been accepted into a school. But how do we send our replies by owl?"

"Well, it came by owl. But that owl's gone." Malcom answered.

"You guys don't think it's some sort of sick prank?" I asked.

"I don't know-" Travis said.

"-Guess it could be-" Conner finished Travis' sentence.

"-But we'll never know if we don't try." Travis finished.

"True... But what if it's... something weird? I mean wizardry? witchcraft? Doesn't that seem a little weird to you. There are no such things as wizards or witches-"

"I could argue that." A rough man's voice interrupted her. She had never heard that voice before. She turned around to see who was talking and was bewildered by what she saw.