Chiron was talking to Leo, Jason and Piper as they entered, minus the centaurs, they were waiting outside. "Percy contacted Tyson in a dream? That's the first in months! I assume you are ready to go on with your journey?" Chiron said. Annabeth had already heard the news from Jason last night, and yet her chest still aches from the fear that he might not remember her. Annabeth cleared her throat, ensuring that Hermione and the other two are still behind her. "Ah, Annabeth, I see you've got new campers? Jason, Leo, Piper, we shall discuss more on this later," Chiron said, a smile on his face. Jason and the others excused themselves, each of them having a determined look on their face. Annabeth was proud of them, risking themselves to find Percy, a boy they had never met. But that was a matter to be thought later.
"Chiron, this is Hermione, Harry and Ron. They arrived here riding centaurs, and one of their friend-"Acquaintance," Ron, the red-haired boy, muttered. "One of their friends is unconscious." She ushered for the three new demigods to present themselves. It was Hermione who walked front first, offering her hand, saying, "Hermione Granger, I am pleased to meet you. These are Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, we are truly sorry to intrude." Chiron chuckled and shook her hand; she was more or less like Annabeth. "The pleasure is mine, Hermione. Please, call me Chiron. For now, I am the camp director. May I ask, what happened to you?" The trio shared glances. Hermione nodded, and Harry stepped out.
"We have to be sure first," Harry's voice dropped into a whisper, "Is anybody listening in?" Chiron paused, then shook his head and ushered for him to go on. "Okay, listen. I know this might be hard for your muggle minds to understand, but seeing that you sir are a centaur, and many of the children here are not exactly surprised by our appearance, you have to at least try to believe us. We're wizards from Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry in London, but there has been a war going in on the wizard world. A war that all of us have to stop, before the rest of the world is doomed as it falls into the wrong hands, in Voldemort's hands, to be precise. Right now, many lives are being ripped away, and honestly, we should be there and try to prevent it, until Malfoy was about to kill our headmaster, Dumbledore, but couldn't because…" Harry scrunched up his brows. "I don't know why, really, he was never good in the first place. Since he couldn't do it, Professor Snape, a traitor, aimed to kill Dumbledore instead. But Malfoy threw himself in front, saving our headmaster, but leaving him… the way he was when we arrived here."
Annabeth's eyes widened as she heard this, it was all too much to process, which rarely happened to her. Chiron, however, seemed to understood everything he said as if it all made sense. Which, of course, to Annabeth, didn't. "I see. Is Albus alright?" Chiron asked. Harry nodded. Annabeth was still processing. Wizards…war…world doom…friend saving headmaster… okay, she finally got used to it. At least, to the war and world doom part, that she could relate to. "How did you get here?" She asked, all three heads turning to her, "I mean, centaurs are fast and all… but from England to the States? That's sort of impossible." "We had to search for a portkey, since Hogwarts was far away and my home was nearer,, so we got a ride from the centaurs," Ron, the red-head, piped up. She didn't know why, but he reminded her of a weasel.
'What's a portkey?' she wanted to ask, but Chiron asked them, "So all of you happened to transport here?" Ron reddened. Definitely like a weasel. "Well- I just thought wherever Hermione was going, I'm going too," he said. Hermione turned to him. "Are you serious, Ron, do you have to rely on me on everything? Thank Merlin we thought for somewhere far, safe and comfortable, right, Harry?" At this, Harry too had a slight blush creeping up his pale cheeks. "It's really hard to think while being chased by Death Eaters, Hermione," he reasoned. "Oh, you lot!" she huffed. "I can assure you that you've reached the right place then, Camp Half-blood is far enough away, comfortable as soon as we place you under Hecate, and as safe as it could be- most of the time," Chiron announced.
Hermione was slightly alarmed on his statement that the camp was safe most of the time, but she had to admit it was better than being chased by Death Eaters and sleeping on uncomfortable forest floors. Then she realized something important. "What about Malfoy?" she said, before realizing out of habit she used his last name. Chiron didn't notice this, but unfortunately, Annabeth did. "I thought his first name was Draco? Why are you calling him by his last name?" Annabeth asked, her grey eyes looking intently at Hermione. Just like Malfoy's, she thought. "We're not that close," she said, "You know, just classmates." Annabeth nodded but still had that searching look on her face.
"Don't worry, I will check up on him later, and will tell you when he would recover," Chiron answered Hermione's question. He clapped his hands, and then smiled at them with a twinkle in his eyes. "Annabeth, lead them to their cabin. Get ready for dinner, and after that, no exceptions, it'll be time for Capture the Flag!"
