A/N: Next chapter! Hope you guys like!

I must say, though, before we continue: I still ship Ronmione. You don't have to agree with me, but I'm warning you, it is a big part of this fanfiction. Also, this takes place about ten years after The Deathly Hallows, so don't freak out because they're older.

I do not own Any of the stories represented or referenced here, those being: Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer, Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling, Kane Chronichles and Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordain, ABC's original series Once Upon A Time, Dreamworks's Rise of the Guardians, Elf (2003) [referenced], Disney's Prep and Landing [referenced], and William Shakespeare's Macbeth [referenced; if you get to know me well, you will realize that this fanfic had it coming, as I reference this play a lot.].

Chapter 3

Jason

Jason Grace, here. First off, as a side note, I'd like to help any way I can; amnesia sucks. Just to get that out there.

And don't expect any sympathy from Leo; his first thought when I lost my memory was that he could retell all his old jokes. [Don't deny it, Valdez, Piper heard you say it too.]

[Carter: wait, you actually said that out loud?

Leo: ..yes..

Holly: Yeah, that was pretty tactless. But we need to stay on topic.

Jason: Right.]

Speaking of Leo being tactless, remember where Percy left off? Yeah, he left off there because he started laughing; he turned the mic off and handed it to me.

The elf just looked at Leo like he was a nutcase and said, "Come on, then.. but is he going to sing a lot?"

"No," Annabeth said.

"Probably not," Piper added.

"Hopefully not," Frank corrected.

"Be careful what you say," Annabeth said.

"Alright then," the elf replied, eyeing Leo. "Let's go."

She led us out the door and down an empty hall. It was narrow, and Frank had to duck a little, because it was obviously not built for sons of Mars.

Leo couldn't stop from talking. "So, if he's a centaur, you are…"

"An elf," she answered, "Holly Short."

Leo's eyes widened. "What do faery parents do, just find the most shameful pun ever to name their kid?"

"Leo!" chastised Annabeth.

"I get the Short part, but how is Holly a pun?" Holly asked.

"Holly is a Christmas flower, right?" Leo said.

"It's not a flower," Hazel corrected.

Piper groaned, as though she knew where Leo was going. "For the love of Olympus, do not quote Elf!"

Leo gave her an innocent, wide-eyed stare. "Piper, do you have such low expectations of me?"

"Hey," I put a hand on his shoulder, "just don't." I didn't want to admit it, but I was a little intimidated by Holly; she was, like, half my size, but she carried herself like an experienced fighter, and those little muscles looked like they could do some damage.

Leo shrugged it off. "I wasn't gonna quote Elf,"

We said, but then Leo gave us this impish smile. "I thought Prep and Landing would make more sense."*

The hall filled with the groans of demigods. Annabeth swore in Ancient Greek. Frank covered his face in his hands and wailed "Oh sweet Juno, no!"

Holly raised an eyebrow. "What…?"

"DONT. ASK." Percy said.

"Okay then.." Holly replied. "Let's go into the conference room."

She punched in a code in the keypad, and the door opened. We walked in to a large room. Seated around a table was a large group of people. Holly sat us down and sat herself, and up jumped another elf jumped up.

"Good, you're all here." he said. I noticed that there were five empty chairs, but he continued anyway. "First things first: You've all been informed at some level that the universe is in danger of collapsing, so we have representatives five types of magic. We're going to go around, I suppose. You may address me as Commander Kelp. I will not be going on this mission; I'll be here at mission control. Representing our branch of magic, the Faeries, is Captain Holly Short." Holly nodded.

The pale, dark-haired boy sitting next to her coughed. "And me as well, Commander."

"You're not magical anymore. Or didn't you learn your lesson?" Kelp held up one finger on his right hand, "Magic," he held up one finger on his left hand, "Plus you," he brought them together, "Equals crazy."**

The boy nodded. "I don't fall into any other categories, though, and I have experience with this branch–"

"Okay fine!" Kelp growled. "Far be it from me to argue with the boy genius." He waved a hand at the boy. "Artemis Fowl." ***

"Thank you." Artemis said.

"Representing the Wizards," Kelp continued, "Mr. Harry Potter,"

A dark-haired man with green eyes raised his hand in acknowledgement.

"Mr. Ron Weasley,"

"Hallo," the ginger man next to Harry said.

"And Mrs. Hermione Weasley."

A woman with bushy brown hair nodded. It was hard to see from where I was sitting, but she had quite a baby bump.

"Representing the Egyptian House of Life: Anubis,"

A tall, dark-skinned boy nodded.

"Sadie Kane,"

A blonde girl waved.

"And Carter Kane."

"So it is you!" Percy exclaimed.

Annabeth looked from Percy to the dark-skinned boy called Carter. "You know each other?"

"Little adventure involving a crocodile." Carter said. ****

"Yeah, I saved your hide." Percy said.

Sadie grinned at Carter, who was turning red. "Is that so, brother dear?"

"Yeah, but then I saved him."

"And then we got hamburgers."

"That's great." Kelp frowned. "Moving on. Representing the Greeks and Romans: Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, and Frank Zhang."

We all nodded in turn as he called our names.

Then he turned to the empty chairs. "Representing the Guardians–" he stopped short, staring at empty space. What are you doing here? … You're a Guardian now? Who's bright idea was that?"

Leo raised his hand. "Uh, Commander, sir? Yeah, I don't know how it is with you guys," he gestured to the others around the room, "But where we come from, talking to an empty chair is generally a bad sign."

"Yeah, just ask Macbeth." Carter added.

[Sadie: Really, Carter? Macbeth?

Carter: You say that as if it wasn't realavent. *****

Annabeth: Guys, would you just shut up?

Jason: Thanks, Annabeth.]

Commander Kelp turned to Holly. "I thought they were briefed!"

"You act like we had a lot of time." Holly raised her hands innocently.

Kelp sighed. "How much is it gonna take to make you believe that Jack Frost is real?"

"Okay." Percy said readily.

"After this day? Sure, why not." I said.

That's when I saw him.

A teenage boy in a blue hoodie with white hair and a staff just appeared in the seat beside Artemis Fowl. Apparently everyone else was having a similar experience, because several jumped in their seats, and Leo yelled "Holy Hephaestus!"

The boy, presumably Jack Frost, waved. "Hey."

*Yes, there is an elf in Prep and Landing named Holly. No, she does not look like Holly Short. With the blonde hair and glasses, she actually looks a little like Minerva. Which is wierd.

** You can take this to mean "Crazy chaotic events i.e. Time Paradox," or "Orion." Whichever you want; I left that ambiguous.

*** It kinda looks a little like Kelp is giving in fast, here; for clarity, just assume that they've been arguing about this for a while.

**** Son of Sobek, baby!

***** For the record, I didn't realize I could make this reference until I typed it up. I just had to, guys. Kelp had it coming. He was talking to an empty chair, for crying out loud! Any self-respecting Macbeth nerd would giggle at that. Not that there are any other Macbeth nerds out there except me.. I'm just wierd, I guess..

A/N I wasn't going to end there, but the chapter was getting pretty long. Next POV is female!

Please review if you have time; constructive criticism is very appreciated, especially because this is my first fanfiction! Thanks for your time.