A/N: I know, I know! It's been a while, but I've been busy (and probably will be for the rest of March, sorry) I just got back from Disney World where I performed in Downtown Disney with my school band (and I got to play my guitar in the last song!). And for those of you who don't know, (I'm not sure if anybody actually does...) yes I am in band. I play trumpet. And yes, I play guitar. I LOVE music. That is why it's in my name. :)

Anyway, sorry about the wait, I know some of you may hate me but like I said, I've been busy. I hope you like this chapter, I was going to end the chapter at one point but then I thought that I should probably keep going. Not only do my chapters seem short, but you all deserved it with all of your WONDERFUL reviews! I LOVE them!

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Chapter 4

Hesitantly, I cleared my throat and started fidgeting. I know it's silly, but I was scared to tell them. It's almost as if when I answer Ron's question it will suddenly become more real. I'm telling the whole entire Hogwarts student body that I am a freaking demigod! I'm already a freak enough as it is, what with being a super brainy mudblood. What if this just makes everything worse? I thought worriedly while clenching and un-clenching my fists and scanning the faces of my peers staring expectantly at me. Then something in the back of mind whispered, What if it makes everything better? Now they'll know why you're so smart and still in Gryffindor. And won't it be nice to finally not have to hide this other side of you? And that did it for me. I stood up straighter, stopped fidgeting and returned to my usual confident self. "Athena. My mother is Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle." Silence.

Travis stepped up to fill the awkward nothingness. "And me and my brother are sons of Hermes, god of travelers, messengers, medicine, and thieves. You know, the big 20 foot guy that came in here just a second ago?" Immediately, everybody went to go check their pockets and bags at the mention of Hermes.

"Relax," I chuckled, relieved that the attention was off of my lineage, "He's off doing whatever he needs to do now. He's a very busy god." They all visibly relaxed. And then they stiffened again. Do they practice this or something?

Somebody from Hufflepuff called out, "How do we know that one of those guys won't steal anything from us?"

"They're names are Travis and Conner and I'll keep an eye on them. Trust me, they don't really like getting in trouble with me. I can be intimidating when I want to be." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Travis and Connor shiver a little bit. I smirked at that.

"Why are you acting different?" questioned Harry, "I mean, you're still you, just different. More intimidating."

"Good question," I replied, "for my safety and for those around me I had to act a little bit differently. I'm more or less the same, just less uptight and I know how to have fun. Oh, and I can be intimidating and I can fight."

"That sounds pretty different," Ron argued.

"Well, I'll let you be the judge of that."

"Now, I do believe that's enough excitement for one meal," interrupted Dumbledore, "I think it's time for bed." A lot of the students groaned in annoyance and there were choruses of I have more questions! and how do you expect us to sleep after this! and Come on! I want to see her fight!

I jerked back slightly, a bit startled, at the last one.

"You can ask Hermione, Connor, and Travis your questions later. And I'm sure we can arrange to have them demonstrate their skills at another time," Dumbledore amended. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin all got up and marched tiredly to their own separate dormitories. As much as they wanted to know more, it was still late at night and a lot had happened in a short period of time. I was about to leave, being sleepy myself, when Dumbledore called me back.

"Hermione, I need you to show Connor and Travis to the Gryffindor dormitory and introduce then to all the other sixth year boys. They will be staying there. All their stuff is already at the foot of their beds" I simply nodded my head and led them to where they were staying. They kept asking questions, but I was so tired from the night's events that I ignored them until they stopped talking and resorted to whispering to themselves.

When we got to the sixth year boys' dormitory I introduced Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus. Then I left them to do whatever the heck they wanted while I headed to my nice, warm bed. I was sound asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning came too quickly. Before I knew it I was in the Great Hall groggily munching on some toast. And this time, Travis and Connor were not sparing me with the questions.

"Are the pictures supposed to move?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because... they do in the wizard world."

"Why is there a password into the dormitories?"

"So that people from other houses can't get in."

"So all of the houses have a password?"

"Yes."

"Why are there four different houses?"

"Because the four founders of Hogwarts (Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin)," the pair giggled at the odd names but I just ignored them, "couldn't decide who they were going to let attend Hogwarts. You know, pure bloods, brave, brainy, that kind of thing."

"How do you know what house you should be in?"

"There's a sorting hat that reads your mind, discovers your personality and decides the best house to put you in. Gryffindor has all the brave risk takers, Ravenclaw the brainiacs, Slytherinn the cunning and ambitious, and Hufflepuff has all the loyal ones and they are particularly good finders."

"So if you're so smart why are you in Gryffindor?"

"Because even though I'm smart, I'm very brave, and if somebody I deeply care about was in trouble then I wouldn't think, just act. Something many Gryffindors do. There's also that I can fight, I am a demigod." And so the questions continued. Never stopping, never slowing. Then, Harry and Ron walked up to us.

"We need to talk to Hermione." Harry demanded. I quickly got up to escape the intense interview and hurried out the doors. I was about to turn around and thank Harry and Ron for getting me out of Travis and Connor's interrogation having to do with all things wizardy when I saw their faces. I shut my mouth and waited for whatever they were going to talk to me about.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Ron questioned. I had been waiting for this. I knew that they would be upset that I didn't tell them about who I really am. They are my best wizard friends.

"Because it was too dangerous, I guess. I'm not exactly positive. All I know is that when I turned 11 I received a letter at camp, my Hogwarts letter, and that I was not allowed to tell anyone about who my mother was until further notice," Chiron had demanded that I not tell anyone and I took that to heart. He never told me why and I never questioned it. Nobody ever really questions Chiron."

"How could it be too dangerous? I've faced Voldemort a lot of times! I've been in plenty of danger! Danger doesn't scare me," Harry exclaimed, furious that I thought that he wasn't capable of handling danger. Which I definitely don't think. And that's what I continued to explain.

"I know you've faced a lot of danger, but we're talking about two completely different worlds here. Two worlds with different ways of fighting, and different foes. If a demigod were to try and defeat one of us, he wouldn't have much luck. Our swords won't pierce a wizard because they are not of Greek mythology, and we can't defend ourselves against spells. But if one of you were to try and kill a monster from our world, you would also be out of luck because your spells wouldn't do anything to it and I doubt that most wizards can fight with a sword, dagger, spear, or bow and arrow. And even if they could they would have no way of getting celestial bronze, the only thing that can kill a Greek monster." Harry and Ron just stood still for a second, absorbing everything I had said in.

"What is celestial bronze and why can't it hurt us? And why won't our spells hurt a... a monster or whatever you call it?" Two questions I wasn't exactly expecting to come next slipped out of Harry's mouth with a much softer tone. His eyes traveled from a point behind my shoulder, and came to look into my eyes, curiosity evident in his bright green irises.

"Celestial bronze is a metal that can harm anything from Greek mythology, and nothing else. We use it in our weapons so that the monsters have a harder time killing us. It won't affect mortals or wizards because they aren't Greek. A wizard's spells can't hurt a monster because the only thing that can kill a monster is celestial bronze."

Ron spoke up then, a soft and curious look on his face. Much like Harry's, but a little different. I just couldn't pinpoint what was different. "So... you've fought monsters before? Greek monsters? That can only be killed by a certain type of metal?"

I chuckled nervously before answering, quietly. I'd had a lot of scary, painful run-ins with monsters. I did fight in the Battle of The Labyrinth and The Battle of Manhattan, which only happened this past summer. It was still fairly fresh in my mind. "You ask all the hard questions, don't you? Um, yeah. Yeah, I have fought Greek monsters on multiple occasions. There whole existence is pretty much to kill demigods." This fact is incredibly scary when you think about it, but also a bit of a self-esteem booster. I mean, a ton of nasty creatures that spend pretty much all of their time trying to kill you? You'd have to pretty darn special for that.

"Wow. That's... so you can fight pretty well?" Ron continued awkwardly and looking anywhere but at me, having detected the hint of sadness that had entered my voice when talking about defeating monsters.

"Yeah." Then a bunch of students rushed out of the doors and headed to where we were standing. "Guess it's time for our first class. I've got to go find Connor and Travis, excuse me." My first class was Arithmacy. I just knew that Connor and Travis were going to love that class. So, with yet another smirk plastered on my face, I melted away into the crowd, away from Harry, Ron and the awkwardness that currently came with them, and towards the two sons of Hermes.

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