Sup guys, I finished chapter two! WOOOO! I did intend to put it up earlier but school got in the way. But it's the Easter holidays now! So possibly more updating... hopefully. I am going on holiday and I probably can't take my laptop, so we'll just have to see how that works out.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Harry Potter. If I did then crazy shit would happen.

Chapter two

Platform 9 ¼

After we landed at the airport, we grabbed our stuff and followed directions from a letter and map Chiron had given us to a place called the Leaky Cauldron. There, we were supposed to meet Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, who had come down specially. apparently, he was good friends with Chiron. So after an adventure of wrong turns, confusion and arguments (especially between Thalia and Percy) we found the Leaky Cauldron. An old guy with long, silver hair and a beard to match waved us over. Figuring he was Dumbledore, we headed over, joining him at his table. "So, "He started, "You must be the demigods. I am Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. I trust you had a pleasant journey here?" We replied by nodding our heads and muttering 'yes'. Then, Dumbledore proceeded to tell us about Hogwarts, about Harry Potter's story, and about Voldemort. He spoke in a hushed voice for there were many people about. All our stuff had already been brought for us and was waiting for us at Hogwarts except for our robes, wands and some money which he handed to each of us. "Each of your wands are different to suit yourselves. "He told us, "But now I must leave. I will be seeing you soon, demigods." With that, he got up and disappeared out the back door, leaving us to make our own way to Kings Cross Station. So we set off on yet another adventure. Luckily, the station was fairly easy to find; there were signs everywhere, and soon after we found ourselves standing inside the entrance of a large station, bustling with people. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, rushing about, bumping into other people and, generally being in a bad mood. "Okay," Annabeth began, sidestepping to avoid a tall angry man in a business suit barging past, "Chiron said that we need to get to platform nine and three-quarters. To do this we have to run at the wall just by platform ten." Thalia glanced at Annabeth in disbelief, "What? That's crazy!" I nodded my head in agreement, as did the others, except for Percy who grinned and said, "Nope! That's just magic!"

I rolled my eyes, "Come on, we don't want to miss the train!"

I lead the others through the masses of people, weaving in an out. It was kind of hard to see as we were smaller than a lot of the people around us, but we still successfully found the sign that read 'platform 10'. We came to a halt. "So we just… run through the wall, right?" Connor asked nervously. Annabeth nodded, and I gulped. Suddenly, this didn't look so easy.

"Wait!" Thalia said, "Look!" She pointed to a group of people. They seemed to wizards (and witches) too because they all had trolley's with various magical looking items.

"Now," A plump, red-headed woman spoke, "What's the platform number?"
"nine and three-quarters!" A small girl piped up, also red-headed. We glanced at each other, hopefully. "Just watch and see what they do." Annabeth mouthed to us. I turned back to the family. The little girl spoke again, "Mum, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough,Ginny, now b quiet. All right, Percy, you go first. The boy that seemed to be the oldest marched forwards as we turned to glance at Percy- the Percy we know, that is- who frowned and said, "Hey! He stole my name!"
"Just keep watching!" Annabeth scolded. The boy approached the wall, but just as he reached the divide, a group of tourists walked right in front. "Styx!" Annabeth cursed. It was only then that I noticed a boy, to our left, also trying to look past the tourists at the family. I frowned. The guy had jet black hair and green eyes. A pair of slightly broken glasses sat in front of his eyes. I realised he matched the description Chiron gave us of Harry Potter. He turned, and noticed me looking. Cautiously, I approached him. "Hey, Will where are you- oh." Thalia saw Harry and realised who it was.
"Hey, are you new to Hogwarts too?" I asked him. Looking slightly relieved, he nodded. I grinned and held out my hand, "I'm Will Solace. And that, "I gestured to Thalia, who had come up next to me, "is Thalia Grace." Harry shook my hand,

"Harry Potter. Do you know how to get to the platform, by any chance?" He asked hopefully. I was about to reply, when Annabeth called us over. Both Thalia and I turned to find that the others had approached the woman. We started walking over. I turned back to Harry, who was still standing there, "You coming." He nodded and followed us over. The woman smiled at us and I noticed that two more boys, after Percy, had also gone.

"Hullo, dears"She said, "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new too!" She pointed to a boy who had the same red hair.

"Yeah, we are." Clarisse said.

"The thing is," Travis spoke, "We don't know how to- how to get to the platform."
The woman smiled again, "Oh, it's easy. All you have to do is walk through that wall. If you're a bit scared, then you can break into a run! Why don't you go now, before Ron!"
Annabeth smiled gratefully, "Thank you."
Unfortunately, the others decided that I should go first. I saw no point in arguing, so I turned to face the wall, my stomach churning, and started walking. This is stupid. I'm gonna walk straight into the wall! My hands shook more and more as I got closer. I broke out into a run. The wall was really close now. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact... but the pain didn't come. Slowly, I opened my eyes and gasped. Before me stood a whole new platform. It was still packed, like Kings Cross, but the atmosphere was nowhere near so rushed. Families walked by, some already in their wizard robes, and others still in ordinary sorry, muggle clothing. But the thing that really took my breath away was the train, the Hogwarts Express. It was absolutely massive. "Wow." I jumped and turned to see the others had come through. With my friends standing awestruck, I took the opportunity to introduce them to Harry, who was standing to the side. "Guys." I said, getting their attention, "I'd like to introduce you to someone." Thalia frowned at me,

"Wha- Oh, right! Harry Potter!" The others glanced at each other in confusion as Thalia grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him over. "All right! This is Harry Potter. He's our new buddy!" Harry seemed a bit overwhelmed by Thalia, and also possibly by the others staring at him. Annabeth was the first to realise what she was doing and she stuck out her hand, introducing herself. Cautiously, Harry took it as the others also said their names. "All right!" I said, clapping my hands, "Let's find ourselves a compartment!"

The train was already packed full when we got on it, but we managed to find a compartment fairly easily. Clarisse slid the door open and collapsed on a seat. The rest of us followed her lead, Percy closing the door behind him as he was the last one. "So, Harry." Percy started, as he fiddled with Riptide, in pen form, of course, "Did you know about the wizarding world before?" Harry shook his head,
"No. I live with my Aunt and Uncle, and they're both muggles so I didn't know. What about you guys?" We glanced at Annabeth, who rolled her eyes,

"Nope. We got the letter and got on a plane to come here. I hope it's gonna be worth it." We fell into silence. Travis eyed Harry's suitcase, and I sighed, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. I grabbed Riptide off Percy and chucked it at Travis' head. "HEY!" Both boys complained, "What was that for?" Travis asked, rubbing his head,

"I saw the way you were looking at Harry's bag." I replied, "Sorry, Percy." Travis scowled at me as I settled back in my seat. "Hey, look!" Connor said, pointing through the window, "It's that boy from the station! Ron, right?"

"Yeah. He looks as though he can't find anywhere to sit. Should we invite him in here?" Annabeth said, also glancing through the window.
"Is there enough space?" I asked,

"Sure." Annabeth replied. She got up and slid the door open,

"Hey, "She called out to the red-headed boy, "You wanna sit with us?" Ron looked relieved and he nodded. He came in and sat down in the spare seat,

Thanks. Every other compartment was full! I'm Ron Weasely, by the way."
We introduced ourselves to him. When Harry said his name, Ron gasped,
"Harry Potter? The boy who lived? Everybody's heard of you! You're famous for defeating You-know-who!" Harry looked uncomfortable.

"Apparently, yeah. But I don't remember anything except green light."
"Do you-" Ron sat forward, nervously, "Do you have the- y'know, the scar?" Harry nodded his head, and parted his hair, revealing the scar. Everyone wowed at the scar. It was pretty kick ass.

We all sat up, anxiety bubbling inside of us, as the train pulled into the station. The rest of the journey had been fairly entertaining. We'd met Hermione Granger, a curly, brown-haired girl who was scarily like Annabeth, and we'd also met Draco Malfoy and his goons. Malfoy was a snob and a complete asshole. He talked trash about us demigods and Ron to our face, saying that Harry could do better with his choice of friends. Harry was awesome though, he was all like, "I think I can decide who my friends are, thanks." Well, he said something along those lines, anyway, We also got loads of strange sweets. The chocolate frogs were really nice. You got these cards that came with the chocolate frogs with famous wizards on them that you could collect. I wasn't too bothered about it so I gave all my cards to Ron, as did the others.

The train came to a stop and we got off the train. The wizard robes that we'd previously changed into felt really weird and unfamilliar. I couldn't understand why we couldn't just wear normal clothes. "Firs' years follow me!" We turned to see an extremely tall man, wearing a brown, patched trench coat, holding a lantern calling us over. Harry recognised him and he rushed over, the rest of us tagging along, behind him. "Hagrid!" Harry called. The tall man turned and noticed Harry, "Harry! It's great t' see you. Best come with me as yer a firs' year." He turned to the group of first years that had collected,
"We'll be travellin' by boat." I glanced over at Annabeth and Thalia who just stared in horror. "Percy," I said, in Ancient Greek, "can you ask your dad not to kill them?" Percy nodded and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, they flew open and he said, "Done!" Satisfied, we went to catch up with the rest of the group

I was glad I wasn't in a boat with Thalia or Annabeth. Poseidon kept up his promise, though he did give them both a lot of trouble. When we got off at the other side, they were both drenched. I couldn't stop myself from laughing and neither could the others as they stomped ahead. We reached the massive doors and Hagrid knocked three times. A tall black-haired witch dressed in an emerald cloak came to the door. "The firs'- years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She turned and lead us into the entrance hall which was probably big enough to fit one or possibly two of the cabins from camp in it. The ceiling was much too high to see as we made our way to and up a marble staircase. We carried on walking and I heard the drone of many students through a doorway to the right. I figured the other students were already in there. But instead of joining them, we were ushered into a small corridor. We crowded in and stood, glancing about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said, "The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats, you will be sorted into different houses."
Professor McGonagall proceeded to tell us about the four different houses and then finished by telling us to smarten up before the sorting ceremony. As she said this, her eyes fell on a boy who's cloak was askew. I recognised him as the boy who'd lost his toad and had come around looking.

"I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."

Professor McGonagall left the chamber.

"How do they sort us into houses?" Harry asked Ron, anxiously,

"Some sort of test, I think." Ron replied, "Fred told me it hurt a lot, but I think he was joking."

I swallowed. A test? I didn't even know any magic! What the Hades was I going to do? I glanced at my friends who all seemed to be thinking the same thing. Suddenly, a few people behind me screamed. I looked up and gasped. About twenty ghosts came floating through the wall. They didn't notice us as they seemed to be having an argument, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"

One that looked like a fat monk said.

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost- I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost dressed rather strangely in tights noticed us.
Nobody answered his question; we were all pretty shocked.

"New students!" The fat friar spoke up, smiling at us, "About to be sorted, I suppose?"
A few of us nodded, still unable to speak.

"Well, I hope to see you in Hufflepuff! It was my old house, you know!"
"Move along, now. The sorting ceremony's about to start."

I turned back to see that Professor McGonagall had returned. I watched as the ghosts filed through the wall, one by one.

"Form a line, please." She told us. We did so and I found myself between Ron and Connor. My stomach did backflips as we followed Professor McGonagall out of the Chamber and through huge double doors. I though nothing could be more shocking than those ghosts but I was wrong. The whole hall was lit up by thousands of candles floating in the air over four long tables, where the rest of the students sat. Gold plates and goblets had been laid on the table and at the top of the hall, another table was occupied by the teachers. Professor McGonagall lead us over to that table as hundreds off faces stared in our direction. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to not think about it. Instead, I focused on what Professor McGonagall was doing. She placed a four-legged stool down and on top, she put an old, ragged, dirty looking hat. I wondered if we had to do some sort of magic trick with it. Noticing everyone else staring at the hat; I did too. For a few seconds, there was silence, but then a rip opened in the hat, looking strangely like a mouth.

"What's it gonna do? Sing?" Clarisse murmured incredulously. But that's exactly what it did do:

Oh,you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your tops hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts sorting hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
Y ou might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell brave of heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And you won't get in a flap!
You're safe in my hands(though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Everyone burst into applause and I clapped my hands, unsure. McGonagall stepped forwards with a scroll in hand,
"When I call out your name, you will put on the hat, sit on the stool and wait to be sorted."

She started calling out names, but I was too nervous to concentrate. My attention went back to her when she shouted,

"Chase, Annabeth!"
Annabeth stepped forwards, shakily. She sat there for a long time, before the hat shouted,
"GRIFFINDOR!"

Relieved, Annabeth took off the hat and ran to join the far left table which had exploded into cheers.

The next of my friends to be sorted was Thalia. Luckily, she was also put into Griffindor and so was Percy. I started getting worried. I didn't want all my friends to be in Griffindor and leave me stuck in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Or even worse, Slytherin. I tapped my fingers on my leg, trying to calm myself down as Hermione Granger was also sorted into Griffindor. After that snob, Malfoy had been sorted into Slytherin, it was Clarisse's turn. After about a minute, the hat yelled,
"SLYTHERIN!"

A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Slytherin table as Clarisse walked over. A few more names were called and then,

"Potter, Harry!"
The whole room broke out into whispers as Harry stepped up to the stool. Harry sat there for a long time. He too was sorted into Griffindor. I lost track of the names after that until Professor McGonagall called,

"Solace, William!"

For a moment, I forgot about being nervous and was annoyed about her using my full name. I hated it. But then the nervousness flooded back in and, with my legs shaking, I placed the hat on my head and sat on the stool.l

"My," A voice said, "Aren't you tricky to decide? Not Slytherin, that's for sure. A son of Apollo would never do well there,"
I wondered how he knew I was a son of Apollo.

"Prehaps Ravenclaw? No no... I can tell you're brave so you'd best be in …

GRIFFINDOR!"

I jumped up, relieved. Placing the hat back on the stool, I headed over to the Griffindor table and seat down next to Thalia who clapped me on the back.
Next up was Connor. It wasn't long before he, and his brother after were placed in griffinor. I grinned at them both as they sat down opposite us whilst the Griffindor table cheered wildly.. I glanced over at the Slytherin table, where Clarisse sat apart from the others, glaring down at her silver plate. I grimaced, before turning back to the front where Ron was being sorted. The hat sorted him into Griffindor, and he looked so relieved he might cry.

The sorting hat ceremony finished and Dumbledore stood up, and made a speech.

After that we dug into our food, talking happily amongst ourselves. Everybody seemed to be at ease, but I kept looking over at Clarisse. I knew she would never admit it, but she was probably upset that she wasn't with the rest of us. I sighed, hoping she wouldn't take it too badly.

Well... it was longer than the last chapter. Did you like? or not? I'm always open to constructive criticism! But if it's just criticism then I won't be too pleased, but whatevs.

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