Disclaimer: No, I don't have a billion (or zillion) dollars to make Harry Potter and Percy Jackson mine, no matter how many I try to save.

I got so caught up in reading so many (awesome) books that I forgot about this! Thankfully, I had set an alarm, just in case. So thanks to my alarm, and the supportive reviews by my favorite people( you know who you are), this chapter was born!

Oh, and I actually went to camp too earlier, do define 'kid'. I went to camp and I'm proud of it! Now, if only there was a Camp Half-Blood…

Soon, Annabeth and the annoying jerk reached the blue house, and she didn't bother to help him when he fell. He had a tendency to overreact, saying that he broke his leg even though it was probably just sprained a little. Yes, it hurt, but it wasn't as if his life was in danger, something that she had encountered countless times.

She knocked the door and walked in, calling for Chiron.

Draco- or should she call him Malfoy now considering how rudely he called her last name?- who was muttering curses under his breath all the way, even taunting her a few times occasionally, stopped but his dislike was evident on his face.

"Ah, Annabeth, Draco, come here and join me," he answered at a corner of the room. He was standing, of course, never did she ever see him sitting down properly, his tail swishing.

Draco saw him sneaking a couple of lemon drops into his mouth. When he offered him some, asking, "Would you like some lemon drops?" and handed out the candy to him, he shook his head and was eerily reminded of Dumbledore. The centaur chuckled, again raising his unease, and admitted, "An old friend of mine offered me these when I last visited him, and I couldn't stop myself from eating them."

Annabeth cleared her throat, as if to remind Chiron what he actually was about to do, making Draco glare at her more. She glared at him back, but he quickly looked away. Confusion fluttered her features.

Chiron beckoned Draco closer, and he begrudgingly complied, although there was still a huge noticeable distance in between them. Annabeth stood far at the side, eyeing them warily.

"Draco," Chiron started, "I trust that you know the reason why you are here?"

"Because of the portkey," he replied blatantly.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but Chiron chuckled. "Close, but no." That horse was really starting to give Draco the creeps. "You were reminded that even though any forms of magic are allowed, using wands are not. Especially using it to threaten the health of another hero."

Draco scoffed at his choice of words. Potter, a hero? It's ironic, really, the crazy horse calling Potter a hero when he clearly doesn't have the guts to fight the Dark Lord, or even to throw himself in front of his so called 'beloved headmaster' when the Avada Kedavra was aimed at him. He smirked; Draco Malfoy, a hero, killed Harry Potter, another hero. That would make his day.

"What you did was an honorable thing, Draco, but that action doesn't exactly justify you as a hero, especially from your actions earlier," Chiron interrupted his inner monologue, answering to what he was thinking.

Honestly, Draco was wondering whether reincarnation was possible even when someone is still alive, as another creature.

Chiron chuckled again, "No, reincarnation is not possible, young man."

In his head, Draco was screaming at the crazy horse to stop imitating the wacky headmaster already or he would regret doing what he did, but he shrugged. "So what; I have a wild imagination." He grimaced at his pitiful attempt at being nonchalant.

However, the crazy horse wasn't paying attention to him anymore, but rather looking inquisitively at Chase, who looked deep in thought.

"All demigods are, Annabeth, so you don't need to worry, your blood's not dirty," he said, shocking Draco. She was deep in thought about that?

Annabeth looked at Chiron with pain in her eyes. "But why…" She snuck a glance at Draco, though he caught it.

"They were away from here for far too long, they didn't know any better."

Well, that was insulting. He didn't bother to ask where they were to Clarisse or anyone for that matter, his father had told him that were many worlds, and the wizarding world was just one of them. He just assumed that he was in one of them now and he didn't need to worry about hiding, he only needed to hide in the muggle world. Not that he would ever step foot in there. But then this world seemed different, as if they were saying that the wizarding world was derived from here.

The crazy horse seemed to have read his mind again, as he suddenly said, "I remember the time four demigods from here set off into the world. Powerful children of Hecate, they were. Tired of fighting monsters, tired of going on quests. Tired of even pretending to be a mortal when monsters could easily find them." He had a faraway look in his eyes as he walked around the room. "That is, until they used their magic and built a place that was undetected by monsters, a place where they could live peacefully and teach their grandchildren how to hone their magic."

At this, Draco and even Annabeth's eyes widened.

"Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin," Chiron smiled fondly. "Rowena Ravenclaw was the smart one of the group, she was like you, Annabeth." All Annabeth could do was blink at this.

"Helga Hufflepuff was like Silena, always kind to help others, even when some should not be helped." Draco noticed both of them had a hint of sadness in Annabeth's eyes as he said this. He frowned. Why was she sad? Without realizing it, worry creased his features.

"Salazar Slytherin was a mischievous kid back then, always irking Rowena with his cunningness, although secretly, he would worry for her and the others…" Chiron trailed off, not missing that Draco hasn't yet removed his view from Annabeth, "…He was like you, Draco."

Draco snapped back to attention. He scrunched his nose. What was he doing, staring at some mudblood, it's not as if he should care for her sorrow. In fact, he should be glad about it!

It took him a moment for the crazy horse's words to sink in.

Before he could ask, Chiron continued. "Godric Gryffindor led them all. He was brave and determined, although sometimes reckless." He chuckled, and rested his gaze on Annabeth. "He was just like Percy."

The sadness in Annabeth's eyes were now gone, and instead looked empty, devoid of any emotions.

Draco had never heard of this Percy, yet he had an urge to beat the crap out of him. Or perhaps just a little animal transfiguration. Then he could easily stomp on him instead. After that, he could douse him in kerosene, set a match on him, watch him burn, then collect his ashes to…. Whoa. What was he thinking? He stopped his train of thoughts before he starts to plan somebody's murder.

"So these demigods made a world of their own?" Annabeth piped up.

Chiron nodded. "They're almost as old as this camp; Godric, Salazar, Helga and Rowena were four of the first few campers here. All of those in the wizarding world are half-bloods."

"Are you saying that there are no purebloods?" Draco said heatedly.

"How can there be when all of you are demigods?" Chiron replied calmly. "You are the same as Annabeth and all your friends that were with you, Harry, Ronald and Hermi-" "Don't you dare!" Draco growled, minimizing the space in between him and the centaur, "Don't you dare say that I am the same as that filthy mudblood! She's dirty and disgusting, and has no right to even be he-"

He was cut off as Annabeth slapped him, tears that were threatening to fall rimming her eyes, but there was a look of contempt in them.

Draco held his jaw, anger boiling inside him. "What the hell is your problem? I wasn't talking about you!" he snarled, glaring at her with the same disdain in her eyes.

"Then consider yourself lucky," she said bitterly before walking away.

Ah, I'm proud of that last one. Don't know why. But anyways, a review would mean a lot, you guys! *sigh* More than fifty people who read until the latest chapter, but only few reviews… (hint hint)

Happy November, guys! :D

-NK