"Oh bit of a hermit." The Doctor told him.

"A hermit? With err, friends?"

"Hermits united." The Doctor explained seriously. "We meet up every 10 years or so. Swap stories about caves. It's good fun...for a hermit. So um...Utopia?"

I LOVE THAT QUOTE.

So, anywhoozles, this is my first fic that has to do with PJO, and for some reason the only PJO book I own is the fourth one. I haven't read it in a while so I might get things wrong. Just a warning, sorry in advance.

POV: Nico Di Angelo.

I'm dying. I swear by the Styx, I. Am. Dying.

You're not dying.

It sure feels like I am.

Nico, I think I would know if you were dying.

Oh gods, I'm dying at sixteen! So unfair! I wanted to live longer.

Nico, are you even listening?

Stupid empousa. Just had to go and kill me.

You're not listening.

Well, at least I'll get to see Bianca again.

Nico. You aren't dying.

Oh hey Dad. When did you get here?

Just shut up and listen to me-

Okee-dokee.

Nico.

Oops. Sorry. I'll shut up now.

Good. You aren't dying. Your wounds would kill anybody else but children of mine have a little trick.

So, technically, I am dying?

It doesn't matter! I said no interruptions! As I was saying, the trick is that whenever a child of mine is in a situation that would normally kill him or her, they combine souls with that of a recently disceased witch or wizard.

Witches and wizards? As in magic?

Yes. Magic. When they combine souls, the new soul transfers their memories and personality to the original so my son or daughter is now both themselves and the soul.

Um, can you explain that again please?

You'll get the memories of the soul to add to your own and your personality will mix with theirs. If there is an age difference, your body will change until it's halfway between the two ages.

Oh. So you're combining me with a wizard?

Yes. Hold still.

Dad, in case you haven't noticed, I'm sort of paralyzed at the moment.

Good. Now shut up.

POV: Fred Weasley.

The first thing I did when I open my eyes was gasp. I felt like a fish.

The second thing I did was realize that I kind of have a sixteen year old in my head.

Technically, you're in my head.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Actually, we apparently share this head.

So, death by wall, huh?

Yup. Do you mind not talking about it? I'd like to erase such a pathetic moment from my mind.

Whatever. So you're twenty? That means our body will be eighteen.

I know.

You do?

We share memories, you idiot. I can remember your dad explaining this.

Oh. Right.

So, Hermione Granger is a daughter of Athena?

Yeah. According to Annabeth, she came to camp the year before Percy did. I think Chiron and Mr. D are the only ones at camp who know she's a witch.

Do you think we should tell her it's me?

Yeah. We should also tell Chiron and Mr. D.

What about Percy, Grover, and Annabeth?

What about them?

Well, they're your friends, right? They deserve to know.

Fine. You're kind of annoying, you know that?

Of course! When am I not annoying?

Urggh...

So this takes place a month after Deathly Hallows and two years after the Last Olympian. The Lost Hero never happened in this. Hermione has been going to Camp Half Blood since she was eleven. She never told anyone. The Golden Trio is eighteen, as are Percy and his friends.

~Jessica