Okay, really, quick, random piece of wisdom I found on tumblr (On which I don't have an account, so don't go looking)

If a dead ancestor doesn't appear in the sky to stop me, it can't be that bad of a decision.

Okay, you can read the story now.


Hermione stood on a hill. A crescent moon hung high in the sky, but she saw everything as though it was daytime. A giant pine tree stood lonely at the top, something gold sparkling merrily on its lower branches. A huge green serpent of some kind wrapped around the base, snoring smoke.

In the distance, she saw a large sky blue barn house and strawberry fields. A glimmering lake sat not far away from the farmhouse, and a stream, widening into a river, connected the lake to the Sound.

Twelve houses were nestled cozily in the left center part of the valley. One glowed in the moon light, one seemed to be a pale gold. One was giant and White Marble. One looked like a run down, weather-beaten cabin that would've been better placed in a deserting clearing deep in the woods.. One was splashed with red paint and a head of a boar on it. One was bright pink, which made Hermione cringe.

She tried to move, but her legs wouldn't work. She tried to reach for her wand, only to find a golden dagger in its place.

All she wanted to do is change the color of that house. A blue, or better, a nice, bright turquoise.

But one house in particular caught her eye.

It was a light gray color, and an owl weathervane atop the whole thing, which had probably just sprung into existence on the roof. It had a golden number 6 on the front, which faced her.

She felt a tiny pull, as though the cabin was calling her. But almost as soon as she felt it, it disappeared.

The scene suddenly changed.

She again stood on a hill, like the last, but this place was at sunset.

Down in the valley, a river formed the letter G before emptying into a lake.

This one was different than the last. This had a city. A gate, and no tree.

Large houses, which vaguely reminded Hermione of temples, dotted a field off to her left in a lose Omega symbol.

One, a gray one with the best architecture of them all, pulled at her with stronger force than that house. This one was not the biggest of all, but bigger than one that sorta reminded her of Nico: mystical, dark, and a little sad.

Her cheeks started to heat up at the thought of Nico. His coal-black hair and obsidian eyes, marble skin and elven features like something out of J.R. . His tantalizing darkness was something to behold. He was still only thirteen.

Why had she kissed him? Spur-of-the-moment things like that were never the best things for her.

The scene changed for the third time.

She was back on that hill. Two sets of people seemed to be meeting each other.

She recognized the colors.

The one side by the Barn side wore a bright, bold, brutal, orange. The other wore a soft, but deadly, dark lavender.

She realized she had seen both camps.

One girl, the apparent leader of the Greeks, stepped out from her group. Her shoulder-length red-brown hair was held out of her face by an orange bandanna with writing on it in a language Hermione didn't understand. It was probably Ancient Greek. She was tall and buff, and looked ready to fight at any time, should the other side attack.

The 'other side' were obviously the Romans. While the Greeks stood in haphazard formation, the Romans stood in a basic wedge battle formation. The wedge formation was specifically designed to break through enemy lines; The Children of Rome had planned this thoroughly.

The Roman leader was also a girl, something which Hermione imagined would've pleased Sarah greatly. She was very different from the girl who stood opposite her. The Roman girl was a Hispanic girl with a black braid over one shoulder. Brown eyes blazed with fury behind a layer of cool collectiveness, not entirely unlike a diplomat's. She wore golden battle armor over a purple t-shirt with gold Latin lettering -Senatus Populusque Romanus, The Senate and People of Rome- and dark-wash jeans that were probably thinner than they looked. She wore a purple cloak that Hermione guessed signified her status as praetor. This confused Hermione: There were supposed to be 2 praetors, not just 1.

"Why have you come here, βρώμικο εισβολείς?" said the Greek girl.

"For recompense." replied her Roman counterpart.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"Your warship, the Argo Two, fired on New Rome. We have come to return the favor. Surrender now, and we will only kill as many of you as your precious warship did ours."

"And how many was that, Princess? Ten? Twenty?"

"Try fifty-seven. Veterans of the Legion, those who had families and jobs, members of the New Rome community. Even if the Seven return, they will be tried as war criminals; Our own, Percy, Trix, Nico, and Leo will be charged with treason. The other ones, murder and blatant disrespect of authority. They were guests, and they abused the privileges it gave them. They were welcomed, and they repaid us in blood."

"So what? A few people died. Why does that warrant war?"

"One of yours killed many of ours. We have come so you can repay the debt. This is your last chance to surrender. If you do not, we will not hesitate to cut down every last one of you."

The Greek just spat at the Roman's feet. "Very well. You have decided your fate. We'll give you thirty minutes. Then, let there be bloodshed."

The scene changed yet again. It was apparently half-an-hour later, because both armies were assembled. Hermione even thought she saw herself, a bit older than the was now, behind an ethereal golden helmet, standing not too far behind the praetor. "Reyna, at your command." said the blonde teen who probably had too much power. He stood beside the praetor, who was apparently named Reyna. She signaled to the boy beside her, who Hermione vaguely recognised as Harry, to raise the banner he held, a Roman war banner with a golden eagle perched on top with it's wings spread. Hermione went to stop the violence, to cast a calming charm over them all, but when she reached for her wand, she remembered the golden dagger, about a foot long, in it's place at Hermione's hip.

Reyna lifted her sword to the sky, her winged charger pawing at the ground impatiently. She opened her mouth to yell, "CHARGE!"

Just then, Hermione Granger rocketed up in bed, safe in Ravenclaw Tower, yelling "No!"

Her room-mates were by her side in less than an instant. Only Victoria knew what was going on.

Hermione had just gotten her first demigod dream, and no-one was sure what to think about it. Not even Naomi or Jessica, who had come when they heard her (For some reason screams in the night were common among Ravenclaw Firsties). Having a demigod dream was equivalent to the gods acknowledging your existence, but they only sent them if they needed to say something important.

Vic, who got her first one the week before she and her sister were separated by Child Services, was absolutely rubbish at interpreting the dreams. But she did know someone who was. She went to get them.

Three minutes later, She had returned with Colin, their fifth-year male prefect. He knelt next to her bed, where she sat trembling.

"Tell me what happened, Hermione. No need to rush." he said, his voice calming.

"There were two different camps, the demigod camps, and then there were armies, two of them, one in orange, one in purple. They were on top of a hill, and the hill had a pine tree on it, and the pine tree had a gold thing in the branches. There was a camp on one side of the hill, the orange side." Hermione said as slowly as she could, trying to calm her racing heart.

"That was Camp Half-Blood, the camp for Greek demigods like myself." Colin said, still trying to slow her down.

"The Greek leader talked to the Roman leader. They talked about the Seven and New Rome and revenge for deaths caused by the Seven in New Rome."

Colin's breath hitched. "The Prophecy of Seven. But that's too soon... the last prophecy... It was only just fulfilled..."

"What prophecy?" Hermione asked.

"Never you mind. Push it from your head. I have to go make a call. You girls go back to sleep."


Hermione and the other girls did eventually fall asleep again, but Hermione just couldn't push it from her mind. Why on earth would the Greeks fire on the Romans? There was only slight animosity between the two here at Hogwarts, and that only extended to a competitiveness that was normal between students. Nico saw her troubled face as he went to sit with his roommates.

"Should I assume that it was you who screamed last night?" he said casually, standing behind her.

"First demigod dream. It wasn't pleasant." Hermione scowled into her cereal bowl.

"Ah. Bad memory? Bad omens in general?"

"Try war between the camps."

"Do I want to know?"

"No, you don't."

They left it at that.


That night, Draco, Hermione, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Tony, and Harry all met in front of the door to the Forbidden 3rd-floor corridor.

"Are we ready for this? Whatever's behind that door, we need to be ready." Tony said.

All in the group nodded their heads, the demigods shifting whatever weapons they'd gotten in training to a readier grip.

Nico went first, putting one hand on the doorknob. He carefully opened it, letting the harp music creep out of the room. It was soft and lilting, with what sounded like a calming charm on the instrument. Nico went into the room first, and then beckoned the rest of them in. For those who hadn't come at at Christmas, the Cerberus in the room was a sight to see: Three heads, all snoozing happily.

As soon as the door closed behind Harry, the last to come in, the harp music stopped.

The Cerberus started waking up. Everyone started to panic: Everyone except Nico and Harry. They reached into their bags, pulling out red rubber balls that were too big to normally fit into the schoolbags. Nico and Harry both walked calmly up to the Cerberus, neither showing any emotion. Nico held out the toy he was holding, and he threw it to the other side of the room, behind the dog. The dog's three heads all whipped backwards at once, all six eyes following the ball's trajectory. The Cerberus barked happily and bounded off after the toy.

Nico quickly ran over to the trapdoor the Cerberus was guarding. He threw it open and counted people off as they jumped through the hatch. Hermione sat on the edge, watching Nico and Harry. Nico rand back to Harry, who was still holding two balls. The Cerberus's three heads had stopped arguing over the ball, leaving it to the head on the far left. Harry now showed emotion in the form of fear as the Cerberus came bounding back, each of the remaining heads looking for a toy of their own.

Harry looked like he was about to faint. Nico reassured him.

"You can do this, Harry. You are a child of the Underworld, a Cerberus won't harm you! Just throw the balls, and we'll be off. Quickly, you can do this! I believe in you!"

Harry took a deep breath for confidence, and let it out before throwing the remaining balls to the other end of the room with surprising force for a boy so thin. "Fluffy, fetch!"

Nico smiled at him, a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence, and then shoved Harry towards the hatch before following. Harry jumped down into the pit, Hermione at his heels (figuratively speaking: they were going down, she was at his head, if anything), and Nico last. He pulled the hatch closed behind him, leaving the entire group in darkness.


Ravenclaw: Chapter 7: Calm Before the Storm

Word Count: 2,052

Additional Notes:

Just in case you didn't read that author's note update,

AUTHOR'S NOTE MUST READ

So, as we get farther into the story, I realize how fast approaching the end of summer break and the end of this story is coming. In the story, we've gotten far into the year almost at the Trials of The Stone. fear not, once this is story is done, I have the sequel planned out, and intend to continue this story for a very, very long time. But, once school starts again, I won't have as much time to write. You'll get some scattered chapters here and there, but not as often as I update during summer break. If you want, I could write little one-shots of the future or bits in-between the chapters, including but not limited to:

-The detention with Hagrid

-The Mirror of Erised

-Troll in the Dungeon

-Training in the Room of Requirement

Update #1

I have revoked seagurl3's authority over Colin Devereux. She is NOT ALLOWED to use him. I don't remember the exact reason, it was probably my getting fed up with her trying to make us have babies. If you see the name 'Colin' in her stories, know that you should scream and bitch and moan about it to her. And, make sure to tell me. All her stories are Jercys, so I don't read them anymore, but if you guys like that stuff, go right ahead and read it. Tell me if she uses my baby.

Peace, Love, and Bacon,

Pwnie3