And the chapter is finished two hours and fourth two minutes early! Just so you know, my OC, Aria, will begin to sound more formal, just because it occurred to me that because she grew up with gods, she probably isn't going to speak as casually as normal people today. Also, I just realized that Clarrise probably wouldn't be that mean to the Aphrodite cabin because of Selena, so sorry about that! And I'm sorry that the previous chapter was kind of a filler and a big flop in my opinion. I was tired. It was late. I wanted to go to bed. But, I knew I had to post the chapter. Thank you to all of you reviewers! So, let's start off with some shout outs!

guest (Guest): Okay, I really honest to goodness did not want to make anyone feel that way! Percabeth is like my baby, and I want to nourish it to be as awesome as it can possibly be! But if you think about it, they have done more than Aria. Not only escaped Tartarus, but they defeated Gaea, the Giants, Kronos, a billion monsters, and performed the best underwater kiss of all time! I mean, who can top that?

AzaleaBookwright010: I will try to weekly, but during the summer it's kinda hectic where I live, so it might be every other! I'm sorry!

And now, la disclaimer:

Clarrise: Do I get to beat Percy up now?

Me: Um,

Clarrise: Because I've got a new spear.

Me: You do? But I never gave you a new spear.

Clarrise: Course you didn't. You're not the man in charge!

Me: The man in charge?

Clarrise: You know, the controller of our lives.

Me: *looks towards the sky* God?

Clarrise: Uh, no. For one thing, I'm not Christian, and you aren't either. I hope I didn't offend anybody. Secondly, if it were anyone, it would be the Fates.

Me: But, they're women

Ron: Yeah! Our man in charge is a witch!

Clarrise: I give up on both of you.

Hermione: *sighs* She is saying that PoseidonsWizardingGuardian, or Peanut as her sister calls her, doesn't own anything.

Me and Ron: Ooooooooh...

"Hey Festus! Mind melting this sheet back in place?" Leo called from his perch atop a lowered platform, dangling next to the hull of the Argo II where a bronze sheet was ready to topple off and crush the group of spectators below. The dragon complied by launching himself off the ground, and breathing a fiery inferno onto the bronze in question, immediately making it flexible.

Leo leaned forward, bending back the corners with his bare hands, and using a mallet to hammer it into place. Below, Hermione winced, imagining all of the blisters that would appear from the burns, and having a feeling she would be the one forcing the Latino down to the hospital wing. To her left, the new girl, Piper was rolling her eyes and shouting words up to the small repair boy that Hermione couldn't hear over the strong wind that had picked up.

A sudden shout of joy caught Hermione completely off-guard, and she turned to see a surprising sight. Hazel was running towards Nico, who, moments ago, had been moping on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The two embraced in a tight hug, and Hermione couldn't help but smirk. 'Looks like Mr. Dark and Brooding actually does care," she thought, smugly as Nico stood, wide eyed and running his hands through Hazel's hair. "What on earth?" A voice behind Hermione said, making the girl jump. Harry was standing with a puzzled expression plastered on his face as he gaped at the embracing pair. Hermione shrugged, smirking.

"Bloody Hell!" Hermione once again jumped, and sighed, "Honestly, you too!" She said, scolding Ron and Harry, "you have got to stop sneaking up on people!" Ron stuck his tongue out, and turned to Harry, "Anyway Harry, Hagrid wants you to come by tonight, with your cloak," he said, only deepening the already planted confusion inside of Harry. "Why?" He asked.

Ron shrugged, "Whatever it is, it can't be any more weird than that," he responded, gesturing to the ghost king who was now leading Hazel into the castle.

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Clarrise sat on the front steps of the castle, sharpening her spear and humming a battle hymn. She once again questioned why she had gone on this quest. It wasn't because she wanted to be around Jackson. Honestly, just the thought of the guy made her see red. Maybe it was her thirst for adventure and hunger to prove herself.

Possibly it was her anger at being put in the shadow of the more powerful demigods, and hope to finally shine. Or, was it that she knew her father would be proud of her for taking a stand. Clarrise didn't know, and she never would

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"Focus your mind, Jackson! Prove to me that this isn't a waist of my time!" Severus said, getting nearly nose to nose with the young demigod who was now panting and crouching on the floor. Aria glared, "You attempt ignoring every horror hell can possibly throw at you!" She challenged.

The potion master massaged his temples, "I am not asking you to ignore them. I am telling you to lock them away! You can't live off of sleepless dream potion, you know," It was Aria's turn to throw an earth shattering glare his way, but the man didn't flinch. Instead, he grabbed the collar of her white button down shirt and yanked her to her feet, aiming his wand at her. "Legillimens," he said, and once again dove into the troubling memories of Olympia-Jackson.

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Harry stumbled along behind Hagrid, trying in vain to keep up with the gamekeeper's long stride. "Hagrid!" The scrawny boy called, "where are we going in such a hurry!" Hagrid looked behind him, his lantern only illuminating a small portion of the Forbidden Forest. The tall man held a finger to his lips, and whispered, "You'll find ou' in a mo'ent, 'Arry. Now you best pu' that cloak of yers on,"

Harry unfurled the bundle from under his armpit, swinging it around and landing it on his shoulders, pulling the hood over his face. "Hagrid?" A deep but feminine voice called out, sounding vaguely familiar to Harry. "All righ', Olympe?" Hagrid replied, as a tall shadow stepped into the light. Madame Maxime looked around, before bending down and whispering, "No one else is here, right?"

Hagrid looked aghast, "Of course no'! Is jus' you an' me!" Maxime still seemed fairly apprehensive, but followed Hagrid as he began walking deeper into the forest, unaware that they were being tailed. A short walk , and many concealed gagging noises from Harry, later, a flash of light illuminated the forest, followed by a wave of heat. Maxime stepped back a few paces, gripping Hagrid's shoulder. "Hagrid," she said in barely more than a whisper, "are those..."
"Dragons," Hagrid finished, nodding. There was a thunderous roar. Harry shifted his footing slightly, and could see through the cracks of the trees five huge beasts and practically a military of wizards. Each man had his wand out, and seemed to be attempting to keep the giant lizards under lock and key. "Take cover!" A red head shouted as a huge dragon, covered in spikes, reeled back and began to below out a blazing inferno of death.

As the man ran closer, Harry recognized him as Ron's older brother, Charlie. "Hello, Hagrid!" The older Weasleys said once the danger had passed. "'Ello, Charlie! Good ter see ya back on the school grounds!" Hagrid replied. Charlie smiled, "Came to check out the dragons, I see! Yep, brought a few good ones over, at least in my opinion. A Whelsh Green, Swedish Short-Snout, Chinese Fireball, Hungarian Horntail, and a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Feel bad for whoever gets the Horntail, nasty bit of work that is," Hagrid nodded, and Maxime seemed completely entranced by the noble beasts. "Marvelous," she said, "simply incredible," Charlie looked at her with interest, before turning back to the large man. "So how's Harry?" He asked, "Mum's worried sick. Thinks they're insane for throwing a fourteen year old," Hagrid shrugged, "A li'l nervous," he admired, "but he'll pull through. 'E's Harry," Charlie nodded, and Harry sprinted as the Horntail let out another ear-splitting scream.

"Hey Potter! You stink!" Malfoy called across the courtyard as Harry crossed at a brisk pace to where Cedric was lounging with his friends, not noticing or caring that Moody was lingering nearby, watching with the utmost interest. "Cedric," Harry said, catching the older boy's attention, "can I talk with you for a moment? Alone?" Cedric looked around at his friends, casting them a, "just a minute," look before striding over to the bushes next to the school with Harry. "Dragons," Harry said, "the first task is dragons,"

Cedric searched his face for some clue, some hint that he might be joking. Unfortunately he found none. "How do you know?" He asked. Harry shook his head, "It doesn't matter," he responded, "but be prepared," Cedric looked like he was about to respond, but was interrupted by an outraged cry. "You think it's entertaining to attack while your enemy's back is turned?" They both turned to see Moody flinging a white ferret onto Crabbe. Malfoy was not present.

Harry put two and two together, and a small smile glanced over his face. It remained there until a harsh voice called out, "Professor Moody! Transfiguration is not to be used as a punishment! You are to report the student to their head of house! I entrust Professor Dumbledore informed you of this?" A very ticked off McGonagle came forward, raising her wand and turning Malfoy back into a human. A roar of laughter was heard from the corner where the Americans were now gathered, but it was stifled with a sharp look and thirty points from Gryffindor.

Thanks for reading Chapter 8! I hope that this makes up for the incredibly short and aweful chapter 7!Remember, 50th reviewer will be featured in the story! Like, in it. Not in an authors note, well there too, but in the story. Anyway, thanks for reading! You are all awesome! Free cookies and kittens for everyone!

Until next time,

Peanut

(What? It's easier to type)