(A/N) My updates might not be consistent because of school and stuff. I'm sorry :( I will try to update often.

Hermione

There was a searing pain throughout my whole body. I couldn't feel anything besides that. I tried to scream, but the pain was too much. I had tried to open up my eyes, but I couldn't do that either. I had felt cold drops on my skin, and then I felt nothing.

"Is she going to be okay? Harry, please say she'll be alright," I had heard Ron say.

"I hope so. Essence of Dittany normally works for people who are splinched," Harry had told him. I had cracked open my eyes to see a canopy of trees above me. I had been laying on a bed of leaves on the ground. I had tried to sit up, but then the pain came back. I had gasped and Harry and Ron rushed over to be.

"Hermione!" they'd both exclaimed. Ron knelt down next to me.

"Are you alright?" he had asked, clearly very worried. I had nodded slowly.

"What happened?" I managed to get out.

"Harry apparated us here, but you were splinched."

"Luckily for you, Ron remembered Essence of Dittany and how it cures splinched people," Harry had added. I smiled softly. Ron had helped my sit up and lean against a rock. I had shifted a little bit and felt sharp pain in my side. There was blood on my shirt. I felt my side and winced.

"It should be better soon, right?" Ron asked. I had nodded.

"Where are we?" I questioned.

"In a forest," Harry stated.

"Really? I had no idea?" I said sarcastically. "Are we still in New York?"

"I think so," Harry said. "I suppose it would still be dark in England right now. It's probably 2 in the morning there."

"Is it safe to spend the night out here?" Ron asked.

"You guys haven't put up any charms yet?" I was shocked. Despite the pain, I had stood up. I walked around the perimeter of the clearing we were in, whispering protection charms.

"There. Now no one can see us or hear us. Hopefully that'll work for tonight."

"You really are brilliant Hermione," Ron had told me. I smiled.

"Are we just going to sleep on the ground?" he asked later.

"Hand me my bag," I ordered. He did. I dug through it and eventually pulled out a square of fabric, which had popped up into a small tent.

"Is there room?" Harry had asked before he remembered the summer before our 4th year at Hogwarts.

"Did you borrow my dad's tent?" Ron questioned. I nodded. The inside of the tent was quite large, and had plenty of room for us.

"You should rest, Hermione," Harry had told me. "You too, Ron. I'll keep watch." Ron plopped down on a top bunk, and I took another bunk. I had quickly drifted off, and had no dreams at all.

My side was hurting in the morning. The sharp pain had vanished, but a constant ache lingered. While Ron and Harry were in the tent's small kitchen, I looked at my wound. Ron and Harry had bandaged it before I had lost too much blood. I had slowly peeled off the bandage and looked at the wide scars. I put some more Dittany and fresh bandages on it, hoping the pain could be bearable. I didn't want to become a burden for Harry and Ron. I had joined the in kitchen as they brought out some food.

"Is this food safe to eat?" Ron had asked me. I nodded.

"I restocked it before we left," I had told him. He was already digging in.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked through his food.

"A bit," I had assured him. I sat down next to Harry and ate some food.

"Which direction does your gut say we should go?" I had asked Harry.

"I dunno. Let's see." We put away the food and folded up the tent. I had stuffed it into my bag and we undid the charms.

"This way." Harry had pointed one direction into the trees. We started off. We had walked in silence most of the way. Eventually, we reached the top of a hill and looked down across a valley. We were standing near a large pine tree. There seemed to be a golden blanket at the base of the tree, and there was a coil of scales wrapped around it. The scales moved and I shuddered.

"It's a dragon," I whispered to Harry and Ron. The dragon had appeared to be sleeping. We had looked past it into the valley. In the valley, there was what looked like a sort of summer camp. It looked like it was Greek mythology themed. There were many cabins, each one representing a… different Greek god? It was odd. There was also a large blue mansion, a strawberry field, a dining pavilion, a rock wall that spewed lava, a pit where two people were fighting with swords, and a few other buildings. Why would there be a summer camp where kids were trained to fight? There were many kids ranging from around six or seven, to about seventeen or eighteen. I had spotted an archery range as well.

"Should we go in?" Harry had asked. I shrugged.

"Do we have a better place to go?" Ron questioned. Harry and I shook our heads.

"Let's go then!" Ron had exclaimed. We had stepped forward. I'd walked through just fine, but something stopped Harry and Ron.

"What're you waiting for? Come on. Just walk forward," I had ordered. They did again, and this time nothing stopped them.

"That was weird," Ron noted. We made our way down the hill into the camp. Kids stopped what they were doing when we passed them. They looked at us strangely, but no one said a word, until a girl stepped forward. She had curly blonde hair and stormy grey eyes. She looked about our age.

"Who are you?" she had demanded.

"I'm Harry, this is Ron and Hermione," Harry introduced.

"What are you doing here, and where are you from?" Harry opened his mouth again, but I stopped him before he could speak.

"Who runs this camp?" I had questioned. I didn't think it wise to tell a stranger everything about us.

"Why do you ask?" the girl had retorted. We had a silent stare down. Harry, sensing trouble, said,

"We need to speak to the director of the camp. We were led here and we need to find out why." The girl looked at him and sized him up.

"Follow me," she said after a minute. She had ordered the other kids back to what they were doing and marched off toward the blue mansion.

"Be careful, Hermione," Ron had warned. I hadn't responded.

"Mr. D," the girl had called into the house when we arrived. A round man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and holding a coke can walked out.

"What?" he had barked.

"These three people showed up a few minutes ago," the girl announced.

"What am I supposed to do?" Mr. D demanded.

"Get Chiron," the girl said. Mr. D rolled his eyes and yelled,

"Chiron! Get out here!" After a few seconds, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair appeared behind him.

"Yes?" he had asked before he saw us.

"New campers?" he asked the girl. She shook her head.

"Why don't you guys come into the Big House," he invited and gestured inside. Harry, Ron, and I followed him and the girl inside. We entered a room and sat down in arm chairs.

"Thank you, Annabeth," Chiron said to the girl. She was reluctant to leave.

"I will talk to you later," he had said. She sighed and left.

"My name is Chiron. Who are you three? What business do you have at this camp?"

"I'm Hermione Granger."

"Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry Potter."

"We were, um, lead here, I guess," I began.

"We are on a... quest you could say," Harry continued.

"A quest?" Chiron perked up.

"Who sent you on this quest and why?" he asked.

"Our old -" Harry's voice broke. "Our old headmaster. We are finishing something he started," Harry finished.

"Is it all right if I ask what you are finishing? You can trust me. Whatever you say stays here, unless the lives of people are in danger, or you give me permission to speak about it." Harry had glanced at me before beginning to speak.

"We attend a school in England. A special school for people like us. We're wizards." Harry had paused to see Chiron's reaction. Chiron didn't look shocked at all, so Harry continued.

"There's this really powerful, dark wizard named Voldemort. He killed my parents when I was one, and he sees me as a threat."

"Voldemort tried to kill Harry when he was a baby, but he couldn't," I said.

"Show him your scar, Harry," Ron said. Harry hesitantly lifted up his bangs, revealing the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

"The killing curse he cast rebounded. He was alive, but barely that," Harry explained. "You see, he used these things called horcruxes in hopes of being immortal. Horcruxes tie part of your soul to an object, so that if you are killed, you can remain alive. In order to create a horcrux, you have to kill a person."

"Voldemort, being an overachiever, created six horcruxes," Ron added.

"Our headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was the only wizard Voldemort ever feared," I said. "Dumbledore had been searching for Voldemort's horcruxes when he… when he died last year."

"And we're on a mission to finish what he started, and hopefully to defeat Voldemort," Harry said.

"I see. So how did you get to America?" Chiron had asked.

"We disapparated, meaning we disappear from one place, and apparated in another," I explained. "It's a way of traveling in the wizarding world. Though I'm not sure why we ended up here. When one apparates, they have to think of and picture the location they are going to. I've never been to America before, and I didn't even think of it. The image of the dark alley we appeared in just popped into my mind."

"Harry, would you mind giving me some background information on your parents? They were wizards too, I presume?"

"Yes, sir," Harry replied. "They were both very good wizards. They were in this… organization to fight Voldemort the first time he was powerful. Those were extremely dark days, I've heard. Voldemort was a very powerful, so no one could believe that he disappeared because of me. I couldn't believe it when I first heard it.

"My parents met at Hogwarts, our school, and married soon after they left. Because of this prophecy, Voldemort came after my parents and me when I was one. My dad tried to give my mom and me a chance to escape, but Voldemort killed him quickly. My mom, she — she put herself in front of me to save me. When Voldemort tried to use the killing curse, it rebounded, like I said."

"Would one of you like to explain your school to me?" Chiron asked. Harry and Ron had both looked at me.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded around the 10th century, by two great wizards and two great witches. They were Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. Each of them had their own ideas about whom should be let into the school. Slytherin thought that only wizards and witches of the purest blood should attend Hogwarts, while Gryffindor thought that the brave of heart should be allowed in. Ravenclaw felt that only the wise should be students there, and Hufflepuff wanted to accept any wizard or witch. Thus the four Houses of Hogwarts were born. They were named after each founder: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Each witch or wizard who attends Hogwarts is sorted into a House at the beginning of their first year. There are seven years at Hogwarts. Those who are in first year, are around eleven, and those in seventh, around seventeen. Harry, Ron, and I are in Gryffindor, as were Harry's parents. You must know that most dark wizards were in Slytherin, but that doesn't mean all Slytherins are bad," I had explained. "Do you wish to know any more?"

"No, I think that's enough for now. Though I do have one question. How did you there get into the camp?"

"We just — er— sort of walked in," I had said.

"Did any of you have… trouble getting in?" Chiron questioned.

"Ron and Harry did at first, but then they walked right in," I told Chiron. He had nodded slowly.

"I'm sure you have some questions yourself," he said.

"Yes," I had said before Harry or Ron could speak. "First of all, I've read all about Greek mythology. Your name is Chiron, after the centaur?" When I'd asked that, Chiron smiled slightly.

"Chiron, the son of Kronos and Phia," a voice said from behind us. We turned around and saw the blonde girl, Annabeth, standing next to a tall boy with black hair and sea green eyes.

"Kronos and Philyra, actually," I had corrected. Annabeth's face turned pink. Chiron's smile turned slightly worried. Annabeth was obviously very intelligent, and I had just corrected her. I couldn't help but feel slightly happy with myself.

"What is it Annabeth?" Chiron had asked her. After glaring at me, she looked at Chiron.

"It's time for lunch," she told him. "We were just going to let you know." The boy beside her had looked slightly scared when I corrected her. He glanced at Harry, Ron, and me curiously. I could tell he was trying hard to figure out what was going on.

"Okay, thank you. We'll be down in a moment," Chiron said. "Please go on without me." Annabeth turned around and left. The boy hesitated in the doorway.

"I'll talk to you later, Percy," Chiron told him. Percy nodded and left.

"That was Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson. They recently fought in a war. If they seem a bit shaken up, give them some grace," Chiron requested. "Where were we?"

"Hermione was just talking about your namesake," Harry had said.

"Right. I don't know if this will be hard for you to believe or not, but I don't just share the same name as the centaur." Chiron slowly stepped out of his wheelchair, but instead of having human legs, he had a horse's body below his torso. He stooped his head in order to not bump his head on the ceiling. "I am the centaur." We were only shocked for a moment because we'd definitely seen stranger things.

"I take it you are familiar with centaurs?" he asked. We had nodded. "Okay. That will make explanations easier on my part. I am Chiron the centaur. I train demigods."

"Demigods?" Ron questioned.

"You know a little bit about Greek mythology, correct?"

"Hermione does. We don't," Harry told the centaur, who smiled.

"Have you heard about the Greek gods at all?"

"I've heard the term 'Greek gods' and that's about it," Ron admitted.

"Okay," Chiron said. "The Ancient Greek civilization worshiped these gods. Each god had a purpose. For example, Zeus was the god of the sky, Poseidon the god of the sea, and so on. These gods often had children with mortals, thus creating demigods. Demigods have certain powers of their godly parent. I have trained many, many demigods in my years. That is what this camp is. Here at Camp Half-Blood, demigods train and prepare themselves to fight monsters."

"Are you saying that the Greek gods exist and have children with mortals?" I asked. Chiron nodded. Before I could actually take in the information, Chiron invited us to come eat lunch in the dining pavilion. I was reluctant, but the growling in our stomachs convinced me to oblige.

We followed Chiron out of the Big House and up a path to the dining pavilion. There were many rectangular tables filled with campers. Some were near empty, and some were completely packed. I figured that they each represented a cabin. The pavilion went silent as the campers saw us.

"Carry on, carry on," Chiron ordered. After looking us over, the campers returned to their meals. Chiron told us to sit at the head table with Mr. D and him. The food served to us was delicious, but not as good as the food at Hogwarts. The campers did something strange before eating their food. They carried their plates to this altar-type thing and put a portion of it into the fire. They said a few words and returned to their seats. I was too hungry to bring it up with Harry and Ron.

Chiron told Harry, Ron, and me to wait near the dining pavilion after we finished. He left us to quickly take care of something. Harry, Ron, and I sat awkwardly on a bench, awaiting the centaur's return.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" a husky voice taunted behind us.