Hello, Hello. Yeah, I'm back. Thanks so so so much for reviews, but seriously. This is going to be my regular update time for now. School is just SO long!

Dedication will be at bottom, so will extra author's note. R & R!

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I walked slowly up to stone steps, the cool air still sharp on my skin- making me ever more thankful that a brought a sweater. Autumn was beginning to lie it's head on the earth, personally I was glad. The cool air and wonderful smell that was associated with the season- everything was perfect.

I let out a long sigh, just as the beams of sunlight began to make their appearances. The colors of rose, pale yellow, gold, butternut- all dancing towards my open face. I slipped of the sweater to let the warmth shine on me.

Sunrise, that meant Evana was going to come from the Owlry. I glanced to the left and saw the majestic bird, swan like feathers all dipped in liquid gold- the same shade as her wide eyes. She cocked her head and cooed almost silently.

"Good morning to you too Evana, and how did you sleep?"

She cooed again.

"I am so sorry, but perhaps you should move away if they're disturbing you? Never mind. Do you have any packages from father?"

The owl produced a small box with a note in messy, blue scrawl. I smiled and opened it, the package being one I had expected. It was something father called a Reperio Verum. It told me whomever was telling a lie or not and how big it was, all I needed to get was the spell and workings right. No matter.

"Thank you Evana." I whispered into the morning air, my friend gliding over the wind with her wings, Wouldn't wings be wonderful?

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Percy's POV:

"Alright, Tom Riddle. Who is Tom Riddle? Where does he come from?Why is he such a secret here?"

I blabbed off questions to Nico, who looked faintly bored. We had looked him up, tried anagrams, searched for pictures- nothing! Nothing at all!

"Maybe we should just let the others take care of it, seriously. We can't just go around asking about this guy! Everyone would get suspicious! I mean, it's like- 'Hello! I want to know who Tom Riddle is? Do you know him?"

I clamped my hand over Nico's mouth- was I this stupid at 13? One of the girls in Gryffindor 6th years had come into the library with us.

"Tom Riddle? No, I'm like- sorry." It was the one with the southern accent, Coral somebody. And if she was close by, then two other girls can't be far behin-

"Coral! Coral! Coral! There there there you are! Oh oh oh my god!" Lavender and Parvati and Lavenders new pet poodle (a.k.a RON) had all come.

"Guess guess guess what!"

"What what what!"

"It it it happened!"

"No no no way! Oh oh oh my god! Lavender!"

"Coral!"

"Lavender!"

"Coral!"

"Lav-"

Parvati (thank god) interrupted the two squealing girls. "The librarians gonna come over here! Seriously though, it is fab!"

"I know!" Coral and Lavender said at the exact same time. Then all three of them, plus Ron who was now being dragged, literally skipped out of the library. I blinked.

"What just happened?" Nico asked me very quietly. I shook my head. "I have no idea. But anyway- back to where we were before-"

"Hello!"

"GAH!" I yelped, swirling around to see Hermione Granger grinning in a smart way. Nico snorted and I was seriously about to wring his neck. I was careful when enemies were behind me. Really careful.

There being a certain-spot-on-your-back-that-will-murder-you-if you-hurt-it usually makes you that nervous.

"Sorry I startled you, but Lavender and her friends are storming around and talking three words a piece. I was bothered, and the book I need is over here anyway. Come on Harry! Do you mind if we sit here?"

I noticed she said we and moved my stuff next to Nico so she and Harry could sit. Sure enough, the raven haired boy came along, lagging several books along with hardships. How could I tell? Well, he was hunched over, with his eyes shut, acting like the books he was carrying were the world itself. Pretty poetic, don't you think?

"What are you lot studying?" asked Harry, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had followed when he arrived. I shot a glance at Nico, and we had a silent conversation. Finally, I used all my courage and wits to think up of a way to ask.

"We finished all our homework, well I did anyway, and while Nico studies- I was just reading up on some people that got those Service Award thingies. You know, Paula Aberton, Georgia South, Micheal Harvey, Tom Riddle-"

Hermione looked up sharply out of her book and Harry's eyes widened with shock. So they knew who he was then. Good.

"Er, what name did you say?" Hermione asked slowly. Harry was still silent. I pretended to look through the book.

"Well, Paula Aberton, Georgia South, Micheal Harvey-"

"No, the last one!" Hermione snapped, getting impatient. I looked again. "Er, Tom Riddle? Well, he;s not the last one but-"

Hermione and Harry exchanged a meaningful look.

"What's up? Is he someone important? I mean, obviously if he has a Service to the School, but what's up with-"

I checked again to look more convincing. "Tom Riddle?"

Hermione pursed her lips in a very Annabeth-esque way. "Well, he's- He was, he is, he's not really a good person. A Slytherin, but nothing- erm- special. We've got to go, see you later!" Her voice went high at the end and she and Harry quickly sped off.

Nico nodded. "He's somebody alright, and in my house. I'll look around tonight to see if I can find anything out."

"Good idea, I'll sneak around Hermione, Harry, and Ron. I'll bet you anything they know something about Tom Riddle. I'll do that now, why don't you check to see if Thalia and Annabeth had any more luck then we did while we wait?"

Nico saluted me, then disappeared into the shadows. I shook my head, 13 year olds will be 13 year olds.

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Nico's POV:

Let's find someone in Slytherin, but also stupid enough to tell me who he is. Let's see...Oh wait, I know!

"Hey Andrew!" I said in a fake cheerful voice. The said boy turned gleefully and almost wet his pants when he saw I wasn't angry or shouting at him.

"Hi Nico!"

"So...You're pretty smart, right?"

Andrew scrunched up his face trying to tell if I was being sarcastic or not. "Well..."

"I was wondering if you knew about a famous Slytherin. You know, since your in Slytherin." Well that much was obvious, now let's see if he buys it.

Andrew puffed up his chest like a mini soldier. "That's right! Proud in Slytherin!" I managed NOT to roll my eyes but continued in a young voice, which was strange since I was talking to someone older than me.

"His name is, Tom Riddle. I ran about his name in a book somewhere. You know the name?"

Andrew froze, and turned to me with what looked like suspicion in his bright gold eyes- wait. Gold? Aren't they brown- never mind. The light had turned on in our dormitory.

"Hey Andrew, Nico. Are we interrupting something?"

Oh good grief, it was that absolute prick Hartford- Something, Something, Something. Seriously, that guy had way too many names!

"Actually we were talk-" I tried to speak.

"I really don't care you know."

Hartford dismissed us with a wave of his hand that silenced me, not because I was actually listening- but because of shock. No one at camp ever did that to me, unless it was my friends. And by friends I mean mostly Annabeth (she can hurt me), Thalia (she could really hurt me), and Percy (who I can't hurt back). I almost stood at sentenced him to Tartarus- then I remembered that I couldn't give anything away.

I couldn't send him to China, encase him in rock, strangle him with shadows, attack him with skeleton warriors- nothing! He was 2 years older than me, with years of magical experience he didn't need to hide. I think it really hit my mind here- what if I needed to defend myself for real? As in monster real? There's no way Percy would stop us, any of us, even if he was our unofficial "leader".

"There's something I have to say, so listen!" Then his snobbish voice turned quiet and an almost evil smile daunted his coal black skin. I saw the slight tremble as he spoke the next words, but that's not what I was focusing on. More like what he said next.

"You know Draco Malfoy? 6th year? He's going to have a meeting- all 4th, 5th, and 6th years are invited. Not invited, obliged to come. It's about what he's been working on."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but the others did. The rather chubby boy next to him nearly squealed.

"Finally! I've been dying to know about the project!"

Project? Oh no. Well, Tom Riddle's going to have to wait. With only the slightest bit of hesitation, I followed Andrew out- shutting the door and turning out the candle before we ascended into the darkness.

Draco Malfoy wasn't one of my friends, so I sat far enough way that he wouldn't see me- but close enough that I could hear every word.

"As you know, I've been working on something VERY important to the cause- it's obvious what cause, right?"

The others laughed- the sound rang through the dungeon and I shivered. Ominous.

"And I need, or should I say, We need your help. The Slytherin name needs to choose it's loyalty. Who wants to help? I hope all of you, or I've chosen the wrong children."

He was truly talking to 7th years as well, but he gave off a chilling glare. It was hard to disagree, I was the youngest there- and I just turned 13. And we weren't children when we agreed to his plan- a plan I managed to find out- without doing. Time to tell the others.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah- Short Chap! Don't kill me! I'm just stressed about school.

Dedication: glistening moon. This person reviews EVERY time AND gives me awesome advice. You rock!

Bonus: Mention in next chapter if you know whose POV the first person in this chapter was.

Later,

owlgirl16