Just to say it: I do not own PJO nor HP. only own my own ideas. Thank you to everybody who rewieved and supplied me with constructive criticism and praise. You really make me want to write more. Read and enjoy.
Annabeth POV:
The day of the students' arrival had come. They filed in and sat down at their House table. I actually think McGonagall had wanted to make us Head of House of Gryffindor, but that would have been against regulations, since we hadn't been students here at all. What a pity. After what I've heard, Percy would have been the perfect Gryffindor.
"If we had brought the camps, I think Gryffindor would need another table" Percy said.
"Someone would have been sorted into other Houses, Percy." I answered.
"Octavian, at least, he would have been a Slytherin, if the hat hadn't kicked him out instead."
I couldn't help it, I just had to laugh.
"Octavian isn't that bad, he's just a little power-hungry. And besides, some of my siblings would have to get into Ravenclaw."
"Of course they would, Wise Girl."
As the hat started the sorting, we paid attention. The students were sorted by their personalities into the House that would fit them best. This year, they were placed somewhat evenly between the four Houses.
After the sorting, the food appeared on the table. We started to eat, and I remembered the solution we had found to the God's sacrifice. Instead of rousing suspicion by sacrificing at every meal, we had put Greek fire in the heart in our study, and would give our sacrifices there, once a day. Then, the food disappeared, and the Headmistress held her short speech.
"As you might have noticed, this year we have two new teachers. Professor Perseus Jackson is going to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Professor Annabeth Jackson is going to take over Transfiguration after me, since I have other duties to attend this year. Now go to your dorms and rest, it will be a hard day tomorrow." She said, and all the students rose and started to move out of the Grand Hall, the Prefects, as we've been told they were called, herded the first-years to the dorms. We followed the students, after the worst rush-traffic was over. As we walked the hallways on the way to our apartment, we encountered four students discussing us.
"They could be cousins or something." suggested a tall boy with red hair.
"That would be kind of gross, Ron." Said a girl that looked to be his sister. "Couldn't you see how they were flirting?"
"Could they be married?" asked a girl with long, brown curls flooding down her back.
"We are, actually. We have been for, how long is it, Wise Girl?" Percy said.
"Seaweed Brain, I didn't think you'd forget that quickly. It was in September, down at the beach at camp." I couldn't quite believe it. I know he's a little lost sometimes, but really?
"I am only teasing you, dearest. I will remember that day for the rest of my life." He said, directed at me, his eyes filled with love. "Now, we are being rude. I am Percy Jackson, your new teacher in Defence Against the Dark Arts." He said, offering his right hand.
"And I am Annabeth Jackson, your new teacher in Transfiguration." I said, and since my right hand still was slung around Percy's waist, I offered them my left. The first one to present himself was the boy with black hair, green eyes, glasses and a lightning formed scar on his forehead.
"My name is Harry Potter, nice meeting you." He said while shaking both our hands at once. As I recognized the name, I knew Percy did as well. But, as we both knew of our own experience, he was probably sick and tired of getting recognized, so we pretended not to.
"I am Hermione Granger, and this is my boyfriend; Ronald Weasley." Said the girl with brown hair, gesturing to the redhead boy. He grimaced by the introduction, kind of like Percy does whenever he is referred to as Perseus. They both shook our hands.
"It is a pleasure meeting you, my name is Ginevra Weasley, Ginny for short." Said the last girl, obviously the redheaded boys' sister. She as well shook our hands.
"Yes, nice meeting you as well. Will we be seeing any of you in our classes?" I asked them.
"Yes we are taking both of yours, most likely together." Said the brown-haired girl I recalled was called Hermione.
"Well, then we will see each other tomorrow." Percy said, while tugging my left shoulder, signalising that he thought we should leave. And so we did, exiting this hallway into one on the right, moving towards our apartment to do the last finish on the classes we had to teach in the morning.
Percy POV:
During the breakfast next morning, the first post owls arrived. I think Annabeth was a little disturbed that her mother's sacred animal was being used as messengers, but so must every child of Aphrodite have been when doves was used for the same purpose. Nonetheless, she couldn't do anything to stop it, as we were supposed to lay as low as we could. When the first in a line of many owls landed in front of Annabeth, I pointed at it and said:
"If you try to steal my girl, I will hunt you down." Whereupon it bit me, and started to moan in agony, how I don't know.
"Oh, you poor thing." Said Annabeth while stroking its feathers. "But don't try to bite my husband again." She chastised.
The owl somehow managed to bow to Annabeth, before it flew away.
"She called me My Lady." She said, stars in her eyes. "Now I know how you feel in the presence of horses."
This was just the first of many owls, because every one of the owls that delivered post this morning landed in front of Annabeth, or on her shoulders, on her head, and some of the less grudge holding actually landed on me when there was nowhere else in the area close to Annabeth to sit and stare lovingly at her. I was just glad none of them landed in my food.