A/N: Please try not to kill me D: I had a conference with my new school so I couldn't update. Sorry!

Anyway, this is when they finally get into Hogwarts! Yay! :D

Disclaimer: I'm running out of ideas for these. All I own here is the food. xD

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We pretty much stood there like idiots for at least five minutes, staring slack-jawed at the towering castle in front of us. I suddenly felt very tiny, and not all that savior-of-the-world godly. To make matters worse, we had no clue where we were. The castle grounds stretched as far as the eye could see, only stopping when it came to a lake further up. There was a forest to our left, a sprawling undergrowth with some mean looking plants.

I gestured towards to huge gate. "Er, ladies first?" I suggested, vaguely waving in Annabeth's direction. She glared at me.

"Aww, is little Annie sc-"

Annabeth turned her glare onto Connor, who shut up immediately. I chuckled, and she turned back to me, hand on her hip.

"And just what are you laughing about?" She asked dangerously, still irritated by Connor's comment.

I snapped my mouth shut. "Nothing."

Now it was Thalia's turn to laugh. "Whipped," she stage-whispered to Nico, who began cracking up as well, the others not far behind. I tried glaring at them all in turn, which had no effect, so I resigned to crossing my arms and grumbling under my breath.

"What was that, Percy?" Annabeth asked sweetly. I made a face at her before turning away, and her snicker joined the chorus of laughter.

"Okay, come on, guys," Grover finally spoke up. "Let's not make Percy's life too miserable."

"Gee," I said sarcastically, "You're such a good friend."

"I know."

The gate grated open. Everyone froze, and turned slowly to watch as a thin man approached them, sneering. His hair was black and extremely greasy, like the guy'd never washed it before. He was wearing weird black robes and was holding out a stick like it was a weapon. He scowled when he saw us.

"And what do you think you are doing out here? Decided the train was too much of a bore for you all, did we? Follow me, all of you. I'll make sure you're Heads hear of this!" The man snapped fiercely. Half of what he said didn't even make sense to me, but I guess we didn't have a lot of choice but to do what he said. We all followed him inside, and slowly entered the mammoth stone building.

"Whoa."

The Hall was HUGE. Four ridiculously dining tables, each colored either red, yellow, blue, or green, teenagers in black robes sitting at them. Large banners hung above each one. The red one had a huge golden lion on it, the yellow one had a black beaver/otter kind of thing, the blue one a bronze bird, and the green one a silver snake. For some reason I found the serpent almost sinister. It sent a shiver down my spine.

The something rippled overhead, and I looked up to the ceiling. My eyes widened. At first it looked like there was no ceiling at all, but that was impossible. No, it had to be actually reflecting the sky. Each cloud was moving, covering or revealing the moon, and stars glittered. But how?

I glanced at Annabeth. She was gaping at the ceiling as well, transfixed in wonder.

For the first time, I noticed the candles, floating by themselves in neat rows, as if held up by invisible servants like on Calypso's island.

The greasy-haired man who had brought us inside strode up to the front where the teachers sat. How I knew they were teachers, I'm not sure. It just seemed right.

"It's a school." Thalia came to the same conclusion as me.

"Did you see that gate? We'll never get out."

"This place smell funny. Bad smell."

"I agree with you, big guy. Bad smell, all right. And no tin cans in sight."

"It's starting. I can feel it."

"Are those girls wearing witch hats? This is….bad…"

"What are they going to do to us?"

"Are those…dungeons? Holy Hera, are they going to…?"

"I can sense death."

"The architecture is amazing," Annabeth murmured dreamily.

Everyone gave her a strange look.

I opened my mouth to make a comment, or maybe tease her a little, but just then the man returned, with three others. There was a tall, bony woman with grey eyes, a short, stout, balding man, and a plump lady wearing a gardening smock.

"You see?" The greasy haired mean sneered. "Fourteen students strutting about outside. Not even in uniform! All of yours. Not a single Slytherin." The man smirked.

The lady who looked like she'd been gardening frowned. "What's this now? Get to the table now, Grover, Rachel, Katie," She instructed gesturing vaguely to the big yellow table, The three looked around uneasily and shuffled off.

The short man crossed his arms. "I'm disappointed, Ravenclaws. We should be demonstrating wisdom, not foolishness!" He shook his head.

"Hold on there, Filius," the tall woman finally spoke. She was the only one who had looked as if she had never seen us before, even though the others acted as if they had taught us for ages. She squinted at us once more through her glasses, then straightened up.

"I believe these students are suffering from temporary amnesia. They must have encountered something on the way here. I will make sure they all see Madam Pomfrey after dinner." She scanned us again with her piercing grey eyes. "Thank you for your concern, Severus. You may go."

The greasy haired man opened his mouth to protest, but the woman turned to us, putting her ack to him. His mouth clamped shut and he walked away.

"Until you regain your memory," the woman said, "let me introduce you. This is Professor Flitwick." The short man smiled cheerfully. "I am Professor McGonnagall. You are at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There are four houses. Your friends, Rachel, Grover, and Katie, are all part of the Hufflepuff house, run by Professor Sprout. Professor Snape, who just left, is head of Slytherin. I am the head of Gryffindor, and Professor Flitwick, here, Ravenclaw."

Flitwick nodded.

"So, um…" I began. "Who's in what house."

Flitwick clucked his tongue. "My, you really have lost your memory, haven't you?"

We all played along and nodded solemnly.

"Not to worry. Madam Pomfrey will have you fixed up in no time."

"Very well then." McGonnagall whipped out a stick similar to the one Snape had and brandished it in the air. Seconds later a roll of thick yellowish paper –what was that stuff called again? Parchment?- flew through the air towards her. She caught it and unrolled it.

I bet everyone's eyes were just as wide as mine, but it didn't last long.

"You are all either in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Now…Thalia Grace, Chris Rodriguez, you are in Ravenclaw. Follow Professor Flitwick, please."

Oh yeah. Annabeth's in my house. I thought happily, wrapping an arm around her waist. I didn't even need to look to know that she was smiling.

McGonnagal shifted the parchment. "Ah, I'm sorry. Annabeth Chase, you are with Ravenclaw as well."

My grin dropped along with my arm. Annabeth looked disappointed, too, and reluctantly trudged on with the other two.

I sighed. Professor McGonnagall looked up at me, a faintly amused smirk on her lips. "All the rest of you are with me, in Gryffindor. Come along."

We seated ourselves at the red table, amongst the crowd of students. A couple said hello, and I waved back. My grin returned when I saw the food spread out in front of us. There was roast chicken, lamb chops, dozens of meat pies, fish and chips, fried wings…I grabbed some of each and dug in. Opposite me, I saw Connor and Travis do the same. I began shoveling food in my mouth, only stopping when Nico tapped my arm.

"Mmmrph?"

"Aren't you a little bit worried about the fact that we have no idea where we are, we're in a wizard school, and we're separated?"

I swallowed all the food in my mouth, which was so much it made my throat hurt, before answering.

"Nico, when you come across a place with food as good as this, who really cares?"

"Percy my man, that is why you're Hero of Olympus," Travis agreed, grinning. We fist-bumped.

I twisted around to look at the blue Ravenclaw table. Annabeth was eating slowly, marveling at the ceiling, walls, and columns. I rolled my eyes and went back to the lamb chops.

~o~

After about an hour, the golden platters in front of us just emptied. Cleared. I stared in shock. It was all spotless as if nothing had been there in the first place. I mournfully chewed my last bit of roast and glanced at Nico.

"And I was just about to go for the pie," He grumbled. I patted him on the back. "Tough luck, man."

I looked back at the table, and nearly choked on my chicken.

The dishes were now full of pudding, tarts, cakes, moose…you name it. I didn't wait a second.

"Gods bless the one who made these," I mumbled through a large chunk of chocolate cake.

"Agreed," Nico replied, voice muffled and barely legible thanks to a thick treacle.

Dessert disappeared around twenty minutes later, and everyone looked expectantly at an old man standing in the center behind the head table. I guessed he was the principle or something. He started talking, and it started getting boring, so I tuned out. ADHD kicking in again. Then everyone started singing weird songs about brains and fluff and a bunch of other strange stuff. Finally, he said, "And now, it is late, and I know you must all get your rest. Pip pip!"

Everyone filed out. I was going to follow them, but just then I heard Professor McGonnagall's voice from the head table.

"All the late students from earlier, come with me!"

I pushed through the crowd with Nico, Clarisse, Tyson, and the Twins, to find the Professor waiting with two very familiar friends. I froze in shock, and saw the others do the same.

"What in Hades…BECKENDORF?"

We dashed forward, and I embraced him in a man-hug.

"Percy! It's great to see you. And…" He greeted the others.

"But how…?"

"Percy!"

"Silena?" I gave her a hug. "How did this happen?"

Beckendorf frowned. "Percy, I-"

Before he could say anything else, the half-bloods from the other houses arrived, and the excitement and hugging started all over again.

Professor McGonnagall tapped her foot impatiently until we got the hint and quieted down. She told us to follow her, and we did, through winding corridors and up spiraling staircases.

"So you two finally got together?" Silena squealed. "I knew it!"

"Yup," I grinned, putting my arm around Annabeth's shoulders.

"I knew it!" Silena repeated. "Oh, you guys are SO CUTE!"

Beckendorf looked at me. "Percy, something is wrong. One minute we were in Elysium, then…just…" He mimed an explosion with his hands. "Bam, we're here."

That didn't exactly make me feel all too good, but before either Annabeth or I could reply, Professor McGonnagall stopped.

"Here we are. The hospital wing. We'll need to get that amnesia treated."

I sighed. Sometimes the Mist could be the opposite of helpful.

~o~

The hospital wing was three long rooms, sectioned off from each other. Dozens of beds lined the walls, curtains on rails above them for privacy. I expected McGonnagall to give us beds and call the nurse or something, but instead she led us to a room at the back of the wing. There were an assortment of stools, chairs, and couches, but not enough for all of us. Me, being the gentleman I am, offered the armchair I had claimed to Annabeth, and ended up sitting on the floor by her feet.

Professor McGonnagall seated herself in front of all of us on a mahogany high-backed chair. She pointed her stick – or wand, I realized – towards the door, and I heard a faint click. It was locked.

McGonnagall turned back and studied us, then leaned back and finally sighed, rubbing her temples.

"You are all demigods, correct?"

The question took me by surprise. I stared at her with my mouth open. "Who..?"

Annabeth kicked me in the face. "We don't know what you're talking about, Professor," she said innocently.

"Ow," I mumbled. Getting kicked in the eye still hurt. Plus, I'd already tasted Annabeth's sneakers once before, and I hadn't really wanted to repeat the experience.

McGonnagall sighed. "You are not the only one with prophecies. Now, you are all demigods, correct? From Camp Half-Blood in New York?"

I figured since she knew this much, we might as well talk, but Thalia beat me to it.

"Yes, Professor. I am Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus."

"Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."

"Nico diAngelo, son of Hades."

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena"

"Connor-" "-and Travis-" "-Stoll, sons of-" "Hermes."

"Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter."

"Charles Beckendorf, son of Hephaestus."

"Silena Beuagard, daughter of Aphrodite."

"Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes."

"Clarisse laRue, daughter of Ares."

"I am Tyson. Percy brother."

"Grover Underwood, satyr."

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I'm the Oracle."

McGonnagall looked over us again. She seemed to take extra interest in Annabeth, which for some reason made me feel uneasy.

"And who're you?" Clarisse asked. "How do you-?"

The Professor took off her glasses. Now I could really see the similarity between her eye's and Annabeth's. She really didn't have to say anything, but she did anyway.

"Minerva McGonnagall. I am a daughter of Athena, as you have most likely guessed by now." She put her glasses back on.

There was a moment of silence. I felt relieved – we weren't alone here after all. We had some guidance. Maybe McGonnagall could help us make sense of the whole thing. Sure enough, she began speaking.

"What I said earlier to you is true. This is a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The students here train to be wizards. Let me tell you now, this is no joke. In fact, you will have to study while you are here. Since you are, technically, 'magical', you will be able to perform magic." She took a deep breath and continued, "I am the only half-blood here, and one of the only two who see through the Mist. The other would be the school's headmaster, Dumbledore. He is one of the most powerful wizards of all time. If you have any problems to do with the quest, see either me or him. Otherwise, you will be treated as normal students. The others think you have been here ever since you were young."

We all nodded.

"Um, Professor McGonnagall? You might want to know…Silena and I, we were, well, dead before coming here. We were in the Underworld. How…?"

She sighed. "When was the last time all of you looked at the date?"

"Er, a day ago?" I answered.

McGonnagall pursed her lips. "It is September 13th, 2009."

My eyes bulged. "That's not possible!"

Even Annabeth looked unsure. "We left in 2011, professor. Like Percy said, that's not-"

McGonnagall smiled grimly. "Never forget who you were up against."

"Kronos," I muttered. "But…oh." Realization came flooding through me.

"Lord of Time," Annabeth finished for me. "Gods, he sent us back in time! How- that's just…agh!"

"Precisely. Meaning back in America, Kronos is back. Whatever you achieved after 2009 has been undone. It also means that whatever was achieved here has been undone. Tell me again, what was your prophecy?"

Chris recounted it for her.

"Exactly what I thought. You will need to repeat history. Do what needs to be done here, and hope Harry does the same."

"Harry?" Annabeth asked.

"Our 'hero' here."

"Then…" I was almost afraid to ask. "Then who's the, uh…"

"Antagonist?" Annabeth suggested.

"Yeah, that. Who's the bad guy over here?"

McGonnagall looked me dead in the eye, her grey eyes so cold it was as if I was looking at Athena herself.

"I hope you are ready, Percy Jackson. If you want everything to go back to the way it was, you will need to defeat the Dark Lord. Voldemort."

A/N: Oooh! Cliffhanger. xP

And yay, Beckendorf and Silena! :D They're the two that were 'missing'.

Also, in case you were wondering, Ice and I decided to keep the antagonists in their respective places, so Luke has NOT gone to Hogwarts. You'll see why later.

Oh, one more thing. I've put up a poll on our profile. Would you prefer Rico or Thalico? Vote! I don't mind writing either, although don't expect it to be as fluffy as the Percabeth.

Thank you all so much for reading!

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